Gratitude...where art thou?

My baby brother (who is fifteen going on sixteen and taller than me already) just went to Agra for ten days to play cricket for the state. He came back this morning and i was all excited thinking he would have brought back all manner of things from delhi and agra. Well he came home all sweaty and tired and frankly terribly dirty. Whatever. But what did he bring back for me???? Nothing!!!!!! He did bring back a turtle thingy in marble for his 'Friend' who happens to be a very pretty girl. And what did he get for himself or any other member of family or friend? Nothing. Just goes to show doesnt it.....

surprise indeed

Today, i realised that im not as big a loser as ive generally perceived i was. And its all thanks to sonme wonderful idiots i call my friends. I turn eighteen on sunday and while ive been freakin out about how im so not ready for such an important transition, ive also been thinking about how ive never had a surprise party. Ever. And also about other things like how i havent achieved self actualization and the world isnt closer to world peace and stuff. But more about the surprise party. Well imagine my surprise when some of the people i care about the most turned up at my place with the biggest cake ive evr seen (along with chips, samosas, coke,chocolates and the works) and huge goofy grins and they actually managed to hide it from me. I was really and truly surprised. Of course i knew something was up thanks to my mom being unable to keep anything a surprise and a couple of the idiots insisting i dont have lunch and dragging me to coffee day and acting all jumpy and spending loads of time having whispered arguments on their phones. Kinda obvious. But little did i expect..well...THIS! It was so brilliant. They even managed to do the whole "SURPRISE!!!!" thing and i got to give the whole "aaaaaagghhhhh" and "oh my goood!" thing. It was beyond cool!
And thank you guys for the pink underwear which says "booty queen". Ill be sure to wear it on my birthday. Oh and the cake had icing in the shape of the toilet with the toilet monster...ive nevr been so touched before.

Well, i havent done a lot of things i wanted to do by the time i turned eighteen...i havent become drop dead gorgeous, i havent suddenly developed a killer wit, im not smart and suave, nor am i charming. Im still kinda awkward, shy around new people, i still make dumb jokes, i still suffer from foot in my mouth syndrome. But i figured if ive managed to hold on to such amazing people as my friends and if they would go to so much trouble to make this so memorable for me, i must be doing ok. in fact, more than ok. It really meant like a lot to me, more than ill ever be able to put into words without sounding supercorny. so heres a huuuuge thank you to you guys from the bottom of my toes. i really do love you guys. You rock.

its wednesday

i hate wednesdays. but on the upside one of my favourite authors is having the launch of his new book today. Yaay and all that.
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Bird brained!!!

It was one of those days when the breeze decided to be kind and the clouds took a break...the sun was puting in a brief appearance and the waves and the call of sundal on the beach were irresistable.
So i jammed my feet into my sandals and headed off to the beach (which happens to be opposite to my house), along with this new(well, ancient actually....it was my mom's when she was doing literature in college) book i stumbled upon under the fridge[how it got there i will never know...one of those eternal mysteries of life i dare say].
I remembered to take some music along and was all set to enjoy some well earned solitude. I found a place far from the roadside romeos and chattering senior citizens and little hyperactive kids running around and lovebirds treating the place as their very own love nest. I indulged in some people watching for awhile and returned to my book, blissfully unaware that my peace was to be shattered too soon for my liking. Out of nowhere, i heard what sounded like a bunch of budgies screeching in a perfect falsetto "hiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!!! what are you doing here????" noooo...it couldnt be..those falsetto wannabe socialite voices sounded too familiar for my liking at taht moment...i slowly looked up and my worst suspicions were confirmed...it was atttack of the bimbettes!!!!
I considered finishing my mouthful of peanuts and then answering but the thought of them looking at me with their perfect mascara and kohl lined eyes while i ate was slightly intimidating so i sighed, put my book down and said "Waiting for the martians to bring back my lost duck...what does it look im doing you idiots?"
Well actually that was what i wanted to say but i ended up being nice as usual and mumbling out a "nothin much...just...u knw...hanging".
At which the leader of the troupe (the one with the biggest boobs) asked me "whooo are you waiting for u naughty girl??? loooveer boooy? huh?" Well apart from the fact that 'loooveerboooy' doesnt exist, they dont seem to understand the concept of nobody. I repeated slowly " i-am-waiting-for-nobody". Still didnt seem to get through. Sigh.
I like them for the faith they are showin in my ability to hold down secret loverboys but really this was gettin tedious. After quizzing me on my nonexistent lovelife and discussing all my exes and their various merits and demerits (somehow the demerits always seemed to weigh up...), they finally came to the conclusion that i was indeed waiting for 'nobody'.
I then remembered my manners and offered them some of the peanuts to which i got back shrieks of "noooo! im watchin my weight!! ive become so fat do you think this skirt makes my bum look big?" "you are so lucky u dont care about ure weight! u can eat all you want!Dont u worry about not finding a guy?" (a not so subtle hint that i ought to be living on rabbit food like them so i can snare some hot guy who cant hold a conversation for more than 33 seconds) and such like refusals. I knew what was expected of me...i tried my best to resist but conditioning won out in the end..."no u dont look fat...uve lost so much weight...and yea ure right i should watch my weight..."
Crisis solved. They then proceeded to make sense of my book (The moon and six pence by somerset maughm). It was rather amusing to watch extremely pretty but dumb girls in ridiculously uncomfortable clothes and way too much war paint for an evening at the beach try to figure out if there were any dirty parts to the book i was reading. After awhile they gave up and then started to tell me how i should get a life and how they would be happy to introduce me to some 'very nice boys' so i wont have to spend my evenings all alone at the beach (poor me). I was rapidly reaching the end of my rope. I prayed to whoever up there was listening that i would be allowed to get back to my non-life soon before i say something i would later regret. So when they finally ran out of things to say about how the guys were keeping them waiting and how they were going to get annoyed soon, they looked like they were going to move...yes...finally...
at which point one bright pink lollipop screeched "lets wait and give the poor thing company while we wait for the guys!!!!!!"
And another day was spent with chicks(bird brains) taking bird bites.....