Raat Ko.

So. Do you want to know what my days at home consist of? No, I'm sure you don't, but if you're reading this, hello, you have no choice at all, I'm telling you anyway, and using too many comma marks =)

I watch Disney channel. Yes, ladies and gentlemen (those kind enough to clap their eyes upon this miserable piece of shit I write on, and actually take the time to comment, I worship you =P) I watch Hannah Montana, Sonny with a Chance, Suite Life on Deck, Wizards of Waverly Place and... Yeah. You get the idea.

See, I don't really have a choice. The DVD is in the lounge so I can't watch all those porn movies I rented, damn. No, please don't get excited, I really was kidding. No pornos. But any kinda movie, you know? Chotay bhai and all. Though they're not so chotay anymore. D-boy passed his Matriculation. Yay!

Back to the point. There really isn't one, as I'm sure you've figured out by now, this is just some more random shit/crap/potty.

=)

I finished watching Disney last night and turned to my sister, to maybe relieve some of the stupid boredom but heh, asleep she was, the little beech. Out like a light, totally zonked. I could practically see the 'zzzzzzzz's' in the air. Zzzzzz. Zz.

I turned, desolate, to the youngest chota bhai, being 16 years of age, and therefore, acting like we were all his slaves and alive only to do his bidding. Him. I begged him, yes, begged him to give me the laptop or I would die from the lack of things to do. He gave me this smug, superior look and uttered:

A grunt.

Nope, I didn't get the laptop, though not from lack of trying. And more begging. Khair.

I went to sleep, hoping tomorrow would be a bright, sunny, happy day with lots to do. And that I would get a good night's sleep.

Oh, but NOOOOOOOOO.

I slept for what, two hours? And woke up because. My dad. Couldn't sleep. So he woke everyone up. And talked and talked and talked. With me furious, grumbling/mumbling, sleep-deprived, snarling at anyone who got too close. My sister, ill with the flu. Mom, as always, patient and sweet. My brothers... Well. They loved it that I was so irritated and plain took advantage of the fact. ALONG with my dad. Who is supposed to be MERE ABBA JEE and not my brothers' ally. *grumble mumble*

So we had our nashta at 7 in the morning, naan chanay and poori chanay. Everyone sleepy, but generally laughing and having fun.

And as soon as my dad left for the office (after staying awake all night), we all rushed to our beds and as they say 'ghoray khotay bech ke sonay lagay'. And then Mama woke me up just two hours later. Gah.

Abhi, I have to go. To cook. Chicken kebobs with mango relish and confetti rice. Colorful. Purty.

See you guys, later =)

I think this disjointed rambling was worse than most of my stuff. Well. Forgive me. Lack of sleep, eh.

*edit* Made the khana: