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So, its because of you people that I'm getting my lazy ass moving and trying to update almost daily. I love your comments =D

The chaala is better now, although I still have trouble eating and am looking forward to having a FULL MEAL. Finally. Someday. It shall happen. Yes.

THANK YOU, for your concern. It means a lot to me, really.

Acha, ek baat. WHY have so many of you limited your blogs? People like Equus and Higher - I have absolutely no chance of getting a look at your blog and commenting - what's up with that? =/

Limit nai karo. Or at least add me to the allowed list =P

That said... Comment more =D

Haha <3

Ahem?

I'm keeping up my end of the promise. Or at least the one related to my blog.

I don't see YOU doing the same.

That was anything but a subtle hint.

Get to it, yes?

Chaalay and Other Nonsense.

I have huge sores on my tongue. I know, its disgusting and all but seriously. I need to complain =P

I can't talk except for an incoherent mumble at which everyone points and laughs so staying mum is a better option, really.

I can't eat either. Except for tiny amounts of food mashed into huge amounts of raita. Lol.

Its been three days now and YES, I have applied Somo Gel, toothpaste, Glycerin and whatnot but obviously it has to run its course before getting better.

Let me tell you, for a person who is used to being shouted at "KHUDA ke liye 5 min chup ho jao!" this is HELL. HELL. I'm the kind of person who loves to talk. To anyone. About anything. Doesn't have to be meaningful. And this is the ultimate punishment. Having to stay quiet and hungry all the time. I looove food. And I can't have it because I will admit freely, I AM A COWARD WHEN IT COMES TO PAIN and when people expect me to 'bardaasht' the huge amounts of pain I have to handle if/when moving my tongue I want to bash their heads in.

So. Okay.

Bye.

Farewell 2010.

Eevery single thing has been done by hand - from the glitter wali net ki pockets to the gold dori and glitter glue spirals. I can't even begin to describe how long this took and how MUCH MEHNAT it involved. Excuse for the bad pictures, I didn't take them =P

And Then It Happened.

We totally rocked it =D

I don't care how bad I sound - I am on a real high right now =D

Haye.

I will always remember this night.

*heart*

Night Before Tomorrow Morning.

I have never in my entire life worked as hard as I did yesterday. For my own farewell, yes. Please don't bother abusing me, my family has already done so, profusely.

I am dead on my feet and will therefore not explain.

Pictures speak.

Or they will, tomorrow.

Or whenever I can upload them.

Yes. Okay.

I shall be off now.

*off*

Thursday Night.

I can't feel my back, or legs or the palm of my right hand. Lol. Back and legs because of the ENDLESS rehearsals and work on the huge, huge, huge, huge, HUGE backdrop and my palm because... I don't know. Its just swollen and hard. Bleh.

I ruined my favorite pair of socks today (it makes my feet look like Shrek's =D) so you understand that by endless, I literally mean endless rehearsing.

The backdrop is only thora sa done because as I mentioned before, its huge, huge, huge, huge, HUGE. We've chosen black, red and gold for the theme colors and its looks AMAAZZIINNGG. Pictures soon, as I'm sure you know (and expect).

My slideshow is jinxed, it gets ruined EVERY TIME I'm about to save it.

Anyway. I wish it were like this all year. This air of anticipatory excitement, no classes, fun and work and work and fun. I love these times. I never expected to miss anything about this hell I've been studying in for the last 6 years but these times... I will definitely miss.

I can't believe I've only a month left here.

I can't believe I'm finally getting out of here.

I don't whether to laugh or cry.

Aprayl.

Is se pyara mausam kabhi kisi Aprayl mein nai aya ho ga.

I. Hate. Summer.

I'm wearing red nail color for the first-time-ever. It looks pretty good =D

I really want to read a GOOD BOOK. A good one, like... good. Lol. Not the crap I've been reading over and over and over again for the past 15 years.

Yes, I read all my books over and over again.

I'm a Potter fan.

I don't care what you think. I'm sure I've sunk a few levels, eh? I love the books and hate the movies.

Twilight bus book tak achi thi I can't even bear to watch the vaguely painful grimace Edward has and the totally blank expression Bella has. Haye, tauba. Tawrchur.

Is Nestle better or Packages, internship-wise?

Surreal.

Its astounding how quickly things change.

Astounding.

Relations made, relations broken.

Within seconds.

It leaves you stumbling, confused. You don't know how to react, how to think, what to say, what not to say.

How to not scream.

How to not just tear your hair out and shut your eyes and hide under your bed till it all goes away, till it ceases to exist and your mind is a blissful blank once more.

Not this world of glaring, clashing colors that make you think you're slowly going blind and deaf and mad.

Stark, raving mad.

I wish I had someone to talk to who wouldn't offer me advice or suggestions or blame. Someone who'd just listen. Listen to ME for once, damn it.

Farewell Drama.

Yep, you're all going to have to put up with my whines about the upcoming horror they call 'Our Farewell Party'.

My juniors are the rudest, most ill mannered, egotistical group of girls I have ever seen. They don’t deserve to be spoken to politely.

They can keep their blasted, cheap, paindu farewell.

Mujhe zaleel ho ke university se janay ka koi shauk nai hai.

I had a huge fight with my own classmate today because I disagreed with her notion of ‘fun titles’ which went something like ‘Miss Director’, ‘Everyday is a Holiday’, ‘Patakha Kuri’, ‘Sympathetic Girl’, ‘I am How I am’.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but those… sentences? Are cheap, lame and boring. WHY would anyone want their farewell title to be like THAT?!

I was literally shaking because of the huge, huge fight and then after that…

I danced. Lol. I taught my friends the steps to the medley I’d made for our performance on the farewell.

Go ahead, tell me I’m crazy.

Frankly, I have no hopes left at all for a fun party.

The only thing that I can look forward to is the signing I’ve planned and the lunch after that.

God help us all.

Farewell Fever.

So, this time its our farewell rolling around. I have a bad, bad feeling its gonna suck because our juniors aren't the least interested in it.

Us being us, we decided to take matters into our own hands. We offered to arrange everything, all they have to do is collect the money and give it to us.

Response: blank stares.

So we tried a different tactic.

We gave them ideas, gave them free reign, told them to come ask for help if they should need it, blah, blah. We told them to get involved in everything.. like we did. Only, they're not us, heh. Basically, we lavished them with praise, hopes and charm. (haha).

Response: blank stares with a few not even bothering to listen to what we said.

Enough is enough. We said 'Jao bhar mein' (such eloquence?) and ignored them completely. We are now doing our own things.

Aur itnay kameenay hain wo log aj they go like ''Nai bajiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!! Hum to karrrrrrrrrrrrrr rahe hain araangeeeeeeee!!!"

Bhen... Acha. Gaali nai deni.

To ab dekhte hain.

Agay kya hota hai hamare sath.

Bajjjjiiiiiiiiiii.