My Own Little World- A Dhanya dost/post :D

Look at that. Enlarge the pic, you idiots. Just some time back, she was single and had all the time in the world for me. Now, it feels rotten when I have to 'share' her with a 'boy'. Ugh.

One of the few people I've met on blogsville and genuinely felt like it's gonna be friendship forever, is when I met Dhanya Venugopal. Feels weird calling her by her real and full name considering I call her Deedee, Dhanteras, Dhanna, Dhanno, Dhans, DV, kundi or any damn thing that comes to my tongue. She's everything I wanted as my big sister after my real sister went to the U.S. I have blabbered my heart out to her, used explicit language on other people, cribbed to her, insulted our mutual friends, cried my words out to her when things were bad at college, everything. She knows every little thing about me and is still friends with me! :P I have made rotten jokes about her marriage, post marriage sab kuch. And she merely does a WHEEEEEEEE at whatever I say :D

She may appear immature and childish but trust me she's not! She's one of the most sincere and smartest people I ever knew. I didn't want to make this post boring, but I just had to write something for her. Ok, will end it on a funny note :P

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Dhanya: Vir Das? oh yeah... that saifu look alike ?

me: :D grins :D

Dhanya: he also has big nose :-w

*adds him to big nose company*

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Dhanya: which sports firm btw :-w

me: sports keeda noida che

Dhanya: nice name

me: keeda is weird :-w

keedi means ant in gujarati :-w

Dhanya: oh...keedi.. will suggest that name to someone :D who doesnt know gujarati.. :D *giggles*

me: hahaahah

Dhanya: since i am named after coriander :-w

*plots*

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Dhanya: jumps on u
me >:D<

Dhanya: i typed hump by mistake at first :-w

me: =)) u hump on me :-w

Dhanya: yes :D hee hee.

Sigh. I love you, Dhantana :D

P.S- Dhanya, you know what? I was reading through our past chats trying to find some of our funniest conversations to put them up here, but I could just see adult content everywhere :O We really must talk stuff which are U-Rated from now on.

Poor Gujarat, The Home Coming and a Grandpa Joke

Thanks to all those people who Mannat maangofied for me for the exams and a kick for those who didn't, I managed decently in 5 papers and fared miserably in one (Everyone screwed up, so I guess it's ok).

Who cares? I'm (mostly, hopefully, kinda) in 4th year now. Only 2 more years and I officially (mostly, hopefully, kinda) become a lawyer, although I don't know if a lawyer is what I want to become.

I didn't get my voter's id card on time, even though I registered through Jagoore.com, which proves how efficient the government is. I couldn't vote, and I'll never forgive myself if Gujarat goes to the dogs, just because of my missing vote.

Sniff.

My sister is coming back to India after almost 9 months in the U.S. Things she will/has to do-

1) Start your entrance on the footsteps of India by asking, "Abbe, Sachin ne kitna banaya?"

2) Announce, "It's so hot here. You know, in the U.S. (in a bragging plus ironic tone) it was boiling hot at 2 degrees!"

3) Eat panipuri with special gutter pani and urine mixed with the chutney.

4) Drive the activa and turn and watch an accident, and meet with an accident yourself =)

5) Meet all the relatives who would say, "Hawww, you are 22 now!! Are you going back to U.S? When will you get married then?" And then give a'Wtf-is-wrong-with-you,understand-that-your-daughter-is-upto-something-with-some-firanga-who-is-out-to-rob-her look to my parents (Naah, my relatives are too cool for that, actually)

A Grandfather joke.

Q.How can you avoid mosquito bites while you are sleeping?

A.Sleep after the mosquitoes go off to sleep.



I'm betting on Mumbai Indians to win IPL. What about you?
(Bets are illegal in India)
If Sachin Tendulkar is reading this, please check out Urv's post on an awesome dedication to you.
Oh yeah, others can read it too....

P.S- I'm joking about my sis being a snob. She can't wait to come back to India and she can wait till eternity to go back to the U.S.

I miss you....

Yay! Been almost 1 month since my sister left, and I haven't cribbed about missing her...Let all the frustration come out now...


It seems like a house, when I go home. No one ready with a cup of coffee and a smile, to listen to my endless chatter. No one to wipe the vessels while I hover around her, and put the vessels inside. She never said a word when I left the vessels midway and ran to watch K serials. No one to give me dirty looks and sarcastic remarks while I watched Ekta Kapoor serials. An empty bed with my 3 dolls, and all the space to roll around sucks. No one to talk to till 2 in the morning and then bang my legs on her while I sleep. No one to press my knees in the morning when they ache. She never forgot to hug me before I left for college or anywhere. No one messaging me those long sms when I'm bored in class. No one to support Nadal when I support Federer.(and abuse Nadal constantly) (Irony that Nadal became no. 1 after she left for U.S.A, only) No one to tell non veg. jokes and get a dirty look added by a naughty smirk in reply. No one to pray to God to forgive her for the sins she never committed, when Dad, Mom and I crack susu, toilet jokes during dinner. No one getting awesome grades and running to tell me first about it, and then the rest of the world. No one preaching me. (and the preaching actually working on me) No one to share my crushes (Hehehe. Although, despite, the distance, we still have common crushes) No one to go shopping with, and get irritated at when she's confused between 5 tops and 10 jeans. No one to check out new shopping malls which open in Ahmedabad. No one to exchange bored looks with, during marriages and relative visiting sessions. No one to correct the errors in my blog (no wonder, the fan club for my blog has decreased now.Hmmph!!) No one to take me to eat makkai on the roads.

No one to love. Adore. Be mesmerized by.

(Nevertheless, there's Mom and Dad. Not taking away anything from them. But they are MOM and DAD. Not SISTER....)

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you....
Forgive the sentiness (I hope you got what I want to say, since, sentiness is not a word, and I don't have my dictionary=my sister to get the proper word.) Henceforth, I shall keep my senti crap to myself.....

My other half

This blog post is dedicated to my other half. Who incidentally, is not my better half. Because we are the same halves. It’s my elder sister who I am talking about.

She cried when I was born. (Sigh, how rude can she get starting from day 1 of my life) I followed her wherever she went (Bathroom, NOT being an exception). She sang the poems and recited the alphabet to the guests while I hid behind her, ashamed of myself (Was I stupid since then?) She had a perennial laugh on her face while I cried on my mom’s lap (What opposites we were, man) My grandmom was on her side while grandpa on mine (That’s why our grandparents keep fighting!!!!) She famously slept on 7 pillows at once (I still wonder how come her neck is still not paining) She did my homework while I did hers when she was in 4th standard and I, in 2nd (!!!!!!) She fractured her hand while trying out some acrobatics in the garden, while I fractured my hand (many years later) while running in the house at night (!!!!!) We watched an Aus-SA match (why??) the night before our Gujarati final exam and Dad roared at us for disturbing him (Who can be so stupid to switch on the T.V in front of which Dad was asleep and cover the T.V with our homework books so that the light won’t fall on Dad?! Although, it did work for some minutes!! He finally woke up when my sis asked me to switch off the T.V and I switched on the tubelight-Why me , why me, why me? Was I a tubelight since then or what?) When we went out on our expeditions (exploring the roads near our house), we entered a road with a dead end. We reached the end and a pack of dogs came barking, howling towards us. She ran away but I was rooted to the spot (Was I that slow since then?) I succeeded in jumping over the dogs (I should represent India in hurdles competition, hmm) and running away. Our cycling days (she drove, I sat behind her lol) to those dumb drawing classes (it helped her, not me !!!!) Our “adventurous” games at those friends’ houses and those picnics in the compound of the house (!!!!!!) Our grandpa getting us a basketball net and teaching us to play basketball. Our grandpa teaching us badminton. (NOW, EVERYONE KNOWS WHY WE PLAY SO WELL!!!) Our grandmom forcing us to recite 30 times tables when she bathed us !!! Our grandpa forcing us to support MSK and Sadagopan Ramesh because they are Tamilians (!!!!!!) My sister shouting at the girls who bullied me in school (Yes, I was bullied in school, that’s why I’m a bully now!!) Our games of out-out (Oh man, she’s an expert in that game) and our lunches being snatched away by that girl who gobbled it up in one go (And we let her do that?!) Our grandpa wading in the waters to get us home from school. Our grandmom shoving dosais and idlis into us all the time. (Presses fast forward button or this post will never end)

Now, she’s 21, I’m 19. She likes Nadal and I like Dravid. (No more common crushes for us!!!) She’s going off to America, Australia, whatever for Post Graduation (When? When the hell did she become a Graduate? Where the hell did the time fly?) I’m pondering over the meaning of life in Gandhinagar.
In short, I’m only “huri” now. Because my other half (The “Mad” one) is off to Uncle Sam’s land.