Random Nothings

Well it's Friday night again and yet again, I have nothing to do. Did I hear someone say why am I not surprised?? *Raised eyebrows* Anyway, ignoring that, (though that doesn't mean I'll spare you if I find out who you are) this week's been absolutely BORING..unless of course you count getting stung by half dozen bees as fun or excitement. Shall break off now, shaking my head, slightly disapprovingly, muttering something about faster, self reliant transport under my breath.

If you were thinking, "Geez..that was close," think again. Here I am, all 5'2'' of me, dead bored and jobless as ever. But in an effort to make you feel better shall list out the close competition for ideas to post about:
(err..overlook the cases where I don't leave it at just the idea stage)

1) Critical appreciation of my lil bro's first book, A Brief History of Slime.
Need I say more? You're lucky, aren't you?
A lil while later, all excited: Guess what folks? Just got off the phone with my bro. He read this post and wants me to inform you that anyone who is still eager for a review will get free, autographed copies of the book, free calculus tutorials, jelly.. amongst other goodies and one lucky person stands the chance of acquiring the impression of my brother's teeth. (Yesss!!..Finally!!..outta my room)

2) 101 reasons why I don't like to cycle on the main road.
I understand it's all about TIME management but if the CAT doesn't kill me, the preparation sure might..abhi to main jawan hoon!!

3) Appreciating my ma's cooking.
Hey..she's a fabulous cook. The post wasn't gonna provide pointers on feigning relish (on the rare occasions someone has to, it would be my dad, bro and me and we've mastered this already) but on reasons to continue indulging in demonstrating the same, through guttural sounds, the chiefmost being I like the guttural sounds. (hell ya, they are an art form if produced correctly) Plus I am better at producing them than my bro. Heck, I taught him how to do them right.

*sniff* Missing mah bro. *snifffff*
Come on..it's only natural, my parents just left for a weekend out of town. By this time we'd have the roof down..fight over the remote, then the comp, then the music, then who gets my parents' blanket (its all nice and warm), then.. Not to forget that we'd have emptied half the refrigerator too.

Waa.. I wanna go home for this weekend..damn these quizzes..and everything else that is round the corner.

*Don't feel like continuing, sinking in a mire of memories and self-pity*

Well..umm..aah..*long pause, really, really long*

4)"Our sweetest songs are those which tell of the saddest thought"
Why I like sad songs.
"Boo-hoo..really now!! Gimme a break" - Small voice in my head.

Yeah.. I hear voices and for a change I have decided to listen to one of them. Will give you links to the lyrics of two fabulous song though : Goodbye my Lover by James Blunt and If I had only known by Jana Stanfield. I really like these lyrics, the songs aren't exactly Grammy material but the lyrics express emotion at its deepest. Another great song (song, not just lyrics) is Last Train by Travis. I haven't heard a song which conveys desperation (after a loss) better. Sadly, if I were to share these songs with someone they'd wouldn't appreciate it, think I want to distance myself and stuff. I just like these songs and the feeling they give me, of being lost in some corner of the universe, the same feeling I get on listening to 'Somewhere over the Rainbow'.

5) Why I like being confused.
(I seriously recommend not mocking the lines to follow. They were employed by an ever-loving father to cheer up a frustrated-beyond-words daughter.)
After two days of effort worthy enough to move the Himalayas, I was still at sea when it came to a certain topic in Physics and that too at the most inopportune of times, just before the pre-boards. Dad wakes up at 4:30 a.m. to see me wrestling with my Physics text book.
Dad: "Good Morning. 'ssamatter?"
Me: "Fat good morning!! Still can't seem to make a sense of this. Can't believe Ma taught this for 21 years."
D: *guffaw* "You're lucky she's still asleep. Honestly, what's the problem?"
M: "Yeah..would be drinking way--too-hot milk by now otherwise. But more seriously..Still as confused as ever"
D: "Well,that's easy, isn't it? Only if you know something can you be confused. Only when you know, will you question. The more you know, the more you question. The more you question, the more confused you get. You've done enough questioning for one subject, go back to sleep."

*Sigh* Thanks dad!

6) Our (my bro's and mine) secret recipe to make the best Jelly cum Fruit Salad ever.
This was prevented from being published by my lawyers, they said I should charge for sharing the recipe.

7) Lyrics to two songs I wrote.
This wasn't prevented by my lawyers. In fact, they encourage me to publish it, smug in their certainity of the 'success' these songs will achieve. You wait till I make a nice fortune out of them..you no-good, money-hungry monsters.

For that matter, Trouble, don't get too worked up yourself, it ain't that song either. These are two songs I wrote way back. Sheer laziness hindering me from hunting out the scraps of paper I wrote them on.

8) 51 tips to screw up the GRE.
Hey..if someone can write a book on what not to do at IIT (which becomes a huge success..what are we reading people??) and can follow it up with an even shoddier book (which sells too..yuckety yuck!!), why can't I write a small measly post on the aforementioned topic?

9) An alternate ending to KHNH.
Now believe me this was difficult. Can you imagine how much haggling had to be done before they threw out my suggestion??

And all I said was Rohit, in an effort to prevent his beloved Naina from shedding a single tear, goes back to Aman's home planet..oh yes..Aman is actually Mork (of Mork and Mindy fame) in disguise and finds the son of Max Evans (he's the alien in Roswell, remember?) who is willing to undergo a heart transplant if only Rohit will get rid of Chaddha Uncle as he(the son, not Rohit) has the hots for Naina's grandmother. Now Chaddha Uncle is the Darth Vader of the 21st century and Rohit has to regroup the Jedi, which scattered after the Star Wars trilogy (oops..six installments..whatever), to undergo training and consequently face Chaddha Uncle. In the mean time, Rohit's proud parents can't keep the news of their son's feats to themselves and New York reporters are falling over themselves to get the first story. Naina is touched by Rohit (in the head too..can't blame her though, poor thing was dropped on the head as a child) and impressed with his Jedi training and all she decides to marry him instead. Aman's got the alien heart and is transformed into The Incredible Hulk, partly due to the heart and partly due to Naina's betrayal.(what betrayal you @#$%^&*..you set them up!!) An ending like King Kong ensues, err..atop the statue of liberty. Now that's what I call entertainment!!

10) "Stories..more stories. I don't see the purpose."

"You take my house when you do take the prop
That doth sustain my house; you take my life
When you do take the means whereby I live."
(thanks to Shylock, Act 4, Scene 1 in the Merchant of Venice.)

"Pshaw..these are just words."

Nothing to elaborate here, just an exchange which keeps coming back to me.

And that's the last of the ideas. Fellow bloggers on campus, who read this and knowingly sighed 'Quizzes', spot on. Back to work it is.