I'm just a normal girl who likes a hot guy,
But to confront him is my biggest fear - I'd rather die.
Everytime he walks past ignoring me I want to cry,
And when he gives me a passing glance I go all shy!
I can't take my eyes off him, he looks so good,
I want to stare at him all day, with no sleep and no food.
He's adorable, loving and caring too,
I can't believe he exists, he's too good to be true!
The one time he talked to me, I was tongue tied,
I blushed so furiously, I should have just died!
The first time I met him was the best day in my life,
Please dear God, if only I could become his wife!
There's only one small problem, that I can't get rid,
He happens to be married and has a small kid :(
Girl
This is the story of a fictitious girl. Her name is not important. Lets just call her Girl.
Girl grew up like any other normal kid, with caring parents, loving siblings, great friends, good education and her fair share of crushes all throughout. Girl was a precocious child, a confused adolescent and a pessimistic teenager. She mocked romantics. She was a tad too defensive. She never dreamed high. She figured that the best way to lead her life would be without any expectations, aspirations or hope. Girl doubted belief, and disbelieved in faith. She did not believe in God. She scoffed at the idea of eternal romantic love. She said love was overrated. She said love was a coincidence.
But all this did not make Girl a cynic. Girl was NOT miserable. She was deeply attached to her friends and family. Girl liked reading, sunset, rain, music and enjoyed every minute of her life. Girl was leading a perfectly happy life.
But Girl knew. All that cool indifference was not natural, it was something she had trained within herself.
She did not dream or hope as she was afraid she couldn't handle disappointments
Being indifferent to both happiness and sorrow did make her oblivious to pain, but it also made her lose out on getting excited for simple joys of life.
She was snide, as she wanted to hide the fact that she cared too much.
She did not want to love as she did not want to get hurt.
She was, in reality, just another hopeless and vulnerable girl. A girl who wanted to be loved and cared for. A girl who wanted to be held and told to that everything was going to be okay. A girl, standing in front of the world, but afraid of asking it to love her. Is that so wrong?
Girl grew up like any other normal kid, with caring parents, loving siblings, great friends, good education and her fair share of crushes all throughout. Girl was a precocious child, a confused adolescent and a pessimistic teenager. She mocked romantics. She was a tad too defensive. She never dreamed high. She figured that the best way to lead her life would be without any expectations, aspirations or hope. Girl doubted belief, and disbelieved in faith. She did not believe in God. She scoffed at the idea of eternal romantic love. She said love was overrated. She said love was a coincidence.
But all this did not make Girl a cynic. Girl was NOT miserable. She was deeply attached to her friends and family. Girl liked reading, sunset, rain, music and enjoyed every minute of her life. Girl was leading a perfectly happy life.
But Girl knew. All that cool indifference was not natural, it was something she had trained within herself.
She did not dream or hope as she was afraid she couldn't handle disappointments
Being indifferent to both happiness and sorrow did make her oblivious to pain, but it also made her lose out on getting excited for simple joys of life.
She was snide, as she wanted to hide the fact that she cared too much.
She did not want to love as she did not want to get hurt.
She was, in reality, just another hopeless and vulnerable girl. A girl who wanted to be loved and cared for. A girl who wanted to be held and told to that everything was going to be okay. A girl, standing in front of the world, but afraid of asking it to love her. Is that so wrong?
Long Distance
"So", he started. He paused and looked at her. Shit. Those eyes. He immediately looked down.
She fidgeted with her empty coffee mug. "Listen, this is something I really need to do.. You do understand, don't you?" She reached for his hand. He pulled away and stared at the floor. He didn't want to see her eyes. Or the hurt in them.
"Hmm." He sighed.
"What?"
"Well.. You know how I feel about this."
"See, Aman has been abroad for a year since now and Mira..."
"I don't care about some random friends of yours!", he interrupted her. "This is our life, and we get to decide how to live it."
She was beginning to get annoyed. "So, what is it? Just because you're going to miss me, I have to give this up?"
"Won't you miss me?"
"That's not what I meant."
Silence.
"I'd rather live in his world, than live without him in mine." went the song at the coffee shop.
She started again, "You don't trust me?"
"Don't be silly. It's not a question of trust. We've talked about this. I definitely don't think this will work if you decide to go ahead with your plans."
"So? You don't even want to give us a chance? You're just going to give up?"
"I don't know. Don't we have enough problems between us already?", he said and immediately looked at his watch. She knew that was a bad sign. He hated "these talks".
"Baby, please try to understand", she almost pleaded. "We'll talk almost everyday, we'll try to visit each other as much as possible. Okay?"
"Well if that's what you really want to do, fine. But I'm not entirely psyched about the idea either."
"I want you to be happy for me. Is it to much to expect a little support and encouragement?"
He looked at her. God, he couldn't resist her.
"Fine. I don't want to break up either. Guess we can work out some way by which we can still be together."
She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness. I was worried you wouldn't agree. I mean I know you're against the whole concept, but I was kind of hoping I'd be able to talk you into this."
"I have no clue why I'm so madly in love with such a manipulative girl. You'd talk me into anything."
"I know. That's why I love you."
"I love you more. Don't go."
"I need to leave now, baby. Tomorrow, same time?"
"What's the rush? Where are you going, anyways?"
"Told you. I have to meet my loser of a fiance in half an hour. Poor sucker is already waiting for me."
"Tell that rich b*****d that he has tough competition in the future."
"Yeah, right!" She giggled and kissed his cheek. Things were going to be so good.
She fidgeted with her empty coffee mug. "Listen, this is something I really need to do.. You do understand, don't you?" She reached for his hand. He pulled away and stared at the floor. He didn't want to see her eyes. Or the hurt in them.
"Hmm." He sighed.
"What?"
"Well.. You know how I feel about this."
"See, Aman has been abroad for a year since now and Mira..."
"I don't care about some random friends of yours!", he interrupted her. "This is our life, and we get to decide how to live it."
She was beginning to get annoyed. "So, what is it? Just because you're going to miss me, I have to give this up?"
"Won't you miss me?"
"That's not what I meant."
Silence.
"I'd rather live in his world, than live without him in mine." went the song at the coffee shop.
She started again, "You don't trust me?"
"Don't be silly. It's not a question of trust. We've talked about this. I definitely don't think this will work if you decide to go ahead with your plans."
"So? You don't even want to give us a chance? You're just going to give up?"
"I don't know. Don't we have enough problems between us already?", he said and immediately looked at his watch. She knew that was a bad sign. He hated "these talks".
"Baby, please try to understand", she almost pleaded. "We'll talk almost everyday, we'll try to visit each other as much as possible. Okay?"
"Well if that's what you really want to do, fine. But I'm not entirely psyched about the idea either."
"I want you to be happy for me. Is it to much to expect a little support and encouragement?"
He looked at her. God, he couldn't resist her.
"Fine. I don't want to break up either. Guess we can work out some way by which we can still be together."
She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness. I was worried you wouldn't agree. I mean I know you're against the whole concept, but I was kind of hoping I'd be able to talk you into this."
"I have no clue why I'm so madly in love with such a manipulative girl. You'd talk me into anything."
"I know. That's why I love you."
"I love you more. Don't go."
"I need to leave now, baby. Tomorrow, same time?"
"What's the rush? Where are you going, anyways?"
"Told you. I have to meet my loser of a fiance in half an hour. Poor sucker is already waiting for me."
"Tell that rich b*****d that he has tough competition in the future."
"Yeah, right!" She giggled and kissed his cheek. Things were going to be so good.
Else
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Engineering,
Humour,
Poem
- A Letter to her future son from an engineer mom(me!)
If you can maintain your sanity when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can not care when all your professors hate you,
But make allowance for their powers too;
If you can lie and not be tired by lying;
If you can sleep in class and not be tired by sleeping;
And yet don't look good, never talk wise;
If you can flirt, and not make girlfriends your master,
If you can SMS - and not make incoming calls your aim;
If you can meet with arrears and A grades;
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to read the crap you've written
If you can eat inedible food,
And live with dirty jeans and unclean socks,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be an Engineer my son!
If you can maintain your sanity when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can not care when all your professors hate you,
But make allowance for their powers too;
If you can lie and not be tired by lying;
If you can sleep in class and not be tired by sleeping;
And yet don't look good, never talk wise;
If you can flirt, and not make girlfriends your master,
If you can SMS - and not make incoming calls your aim;
If you can meet with arrears and A grades;
And treat those two impostors just the same.
If you can bear to read the crap you've written
If you can eat inedible food,
And live with dirty jeans and unclean socks,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be an Engineer my son!
Spoof News: Singh’s Two Minutes of Fame
This is my first attempt at writing such spoof news. All comments(nice ones, that is :P) welcome
Singh’s Two Minutes of Fame
Hardly two days after a humiliating exit from the T20 World Cup, here’s some news to cheer about for the Indian Team. Mr. Yevano Wazzisname, Managing Director of Nestle India has publicly asked cricketer Yuvraj Singh to become the brand ambassador of popular instant noodles brand, Maggi.
“Maggi has always been a popular youth brand. Who better than a Yuvaraj Singh to endorse it?”, Mr. Wazzisname joked, at a Press Conference at Patiala today. “Maggi has a strong presence in the Indian engineering college community, and who better than Yuvraj Singh to convey the anguish better?” Our reporter wasn’t sure if he was joking this time.
Ms. Anamika Iyer, CMO of Nestle India vehemently denied that the decision was in any way related to the popular joke about Yuvraj Singh and Maggi Noodles that is doing rounds in blogs, Facebook and Twitter.
“It is a fact that Nestle has always been a great social media brand” continued Ms. Iyer, ignoring the sniggers of the reporters, “But this marketing decision has nothing to do with a dumb joke.”
It is interesting to note that this is the third instance in 2 months that Yuvraj Singh is in the spotlight for non-cricket related news. Earlier in April, VLCC had contacted Yuvraj Singh to feature on their Before-Weight-Loss advertisement. Prolific actor Sunny Deol also admitted meeting Yuvraj Singh during an IPL match as he “wanted to learn the perfect scowl.”
The Prince of Patiala was unavailable for comment. However there have been rumors from unverified sources reported that Yuvraj Singh was last seen watching noted Pakistani national level tennis player Ms. Kim Zinda’s match practice.
Update:
In the interest of people who didn't get the connection - here is the joke:
Four simple steps to cook Maggi noodles.
Step 1: Boil one cup of water.
Step 2: As soon as Yuvraj goes for batting, put the noodles in the boiled water and put the tastemaker.
Step 3: Stir till Yuvraj is taking guard.
Step 4: As soon as Yuvraj is back in pavilion, your noodles are ready to eat.
Singh’s Two Minutes of Fame
Hardly two days after a humiliating exit from the T20 World Cup, here’s some news to cheer about for the Indian Team. Mr. Yevano Wazzisname, Managing Director of Nestle India has publicly asked cricketer Yuvraj Singh to become the brand ambassador of popular instant noodles brand, Maggi.
“Maggi has always been a popular youth brand. Who better than a Yuvaraj Singh to endorse it?”, Mr. Wazzisname joked, at a Press Conference at Patiala today. “Maggi has a strong presence in the Indian engineering college community, and who better than Yuvraj Singh to convey the anguish better?” Our reporter wasn’t sure if he was joking this time.Ms. Anamika Iyer, CMO of Nestle India vehemently denied that the decision was in any way related to the popular joke about Yuvraj Singh and Maggi Noodles that is doing rounds in blogs, Facebook and Twitter.
“It is a fact that Nestle has always been a great social media brand” continued Ms. Iyer, ignoring the sniggers of the reporters, “But this marketing decision has nothing to do with a dumb joke.”
It is interesting to note that this is the third instance in 2 months that Yuvraj Singh is in the spotlight for non-cricket related news. Earlier in April, VLCC had contacted Yuvraj Singh to feature on their Before-Weight-Loss advertisement. Prolific actor Sunny Deol also admitted meeting Yuvraj Singh during an IPL match as he “wanted to learn the perfect scowl.”
The Prince of Patiala was unavailable for comment. However there have been rumors from unverified sources reported that Yuvraj Singh was last seen watching noted Pakistani national level tennis player Ms. Kim Zinda’s match practice.
Update:
In the interest of people who didn't get the connection - here is the joke:
Four simple steps to cook Maggi noodles.
Step 1: Boil one cup of water.
Step 2: As soon as Yuvraj goes for batting, put the noodles in the boiled water and put the tastemaker.
Step 3: Stir till Yuvraj is taking guard.
Step 4: As soon as Yuvraj is back in pavilion, your noodles are ready to eat.
A normal conversation
This is the second comic I created through Make Beliefs Comix(good site and awesome timepass actually!). But before you read the comic - Nerd Alert!!! :D
The image isn't very clear. You can check out the comic here.
The image isn't very clear. You can check out the comic here.
My very first comic!
Thanks to 2 people - one who shared the link of this comic making site with me, and a geek who inspired the theme behind this. The link to this comic is here.
The Three-way Friendship Hypothesis
I attended the Shankar Ehsaan Loy concert yesterday, and it was awesome to hear Dil Chahta Hai being performed. Got me thinking. No, no, wait, before you roll your eyes, let me stop you right there. This is not going to be a post about senseless ramblings of nostalgic memories. This is something much more deeper and profound than that. This is my analysis of what role the number 3 really plays in friendships. So, without much ado, I herbey propound - *Drumroll * - The Three-way Friendship Hypothesis or as it shall be referred henceforth, The TFH.
The Pop Culture Influence Axiom:
Of course the trio-of-friends-Dil-Chahta-Hai routine is extremely cliched. You know how it goes. Three close friends. Goa. A photo of the 3 sitting in different poses on a cliff. Dil Chahta Hai started it. Five Point Someone celebrated it. 3 idiots will continue it. (Please excuse me if I've left out some others, and feel free to add on)
But the TFH is not the result of cultural stereotype influence for me, I swear. Even before any of this released, I had always been a part of a trio. I can recall atleast 6-7 trios of friendships (I will not mention any names here for fear of violation of privacy) since school, that I've been part of. And I've observed other friendships as well.
The Optimal Number Conjecture:
You see, 4 is too large a number to bond. You have way too many conflicts of interest. Even a usual conference chat can get messy. And 2 best friends is quite a normal routine. I mean you have those kinds everywhere, as well as couples who do the done-to-death 'just friends' phrase as well. No big deal about it. Besides if there's an argument, these 2 have to sort it out all by themselves. But, if there're 3 involved, there will always be one ilicha vai who will always actually patch up things between the two fighting buggers. Ergo, The TFH.
The Social-Mathematical Angle:
As everyone knows, there are apparently Six degrees of separation. 6 halved is 3. And Factorial of 3 is 6. And subtracting 3 from 3 squared gives 6. Get it? Get it??(Ok seriously I've no clue what I'm talking. So please don't glare. Mathematical coincidences are not interesting. Point noted)
And well, there's no conclusion if you're expecting one. This is still work in progress.
P.S: If you think this was my way of expressing getting senti, then you're not entirely wrong.
P.P.S: If you think some of this was influenced by Barney Stinson's explanation for the Three Days rule in HIMYM, as well as episode titles in BBT, then you're not entirely wrong there either.
P.P.P.S: Yes I have an entrance exam tomorrow, and I don't have TV so I can't watch the match, and I really had nothing else better to do.
Update:
A friend who read this post remarked that F.R.I.E.N.D.S disproves my logic. I'd like to point out that F.R.I.E.N.D.S also had two uniquely distinct groups of 3 each.
The Pop Culture Influence Axiom:
Of course the trio-of-friends-Dil-Chahta-Hai routine is extremely cliched. You know how it goes. Three close friends. Goa. A photo of the 3 sitting in different poses on a cliff. Dil Chahta Hai started it. Five Point Someone celebrated it. 3 idiots will continue it. (Please excuse me if I've left out some others, and feel free to add on)
But the TFH is not the result of cultural stereotype influence for me, I swear. Even before any of this released, I had always been a part of a trio. I can recall atleast 6-7 trios of friendships (I will not mention any names here for fear of violation of privacy) since school, that I've been part of. And I've observed other friendships as well.
The Optimal Number Conjecture:
You see, 4 is too large a number to bond. You have way too many conflicts of interest. Even a usual conference chat can get messy. And 2 best friends is quite a normal routine. I mean you have those kinds everywhere, as well as couples who do the done-to-death 'just friends' phrase as well. No big deal about it. Besides if there's an argument, these 2 have to sort it out all by themselves. But, if there're 3 involved, there will always be one ilicha vai who will always actually patch up things between the two fighting buggers. Ergo, The TFH.
The Social-Mathematical Angle:
As everyone knows, there are apparently Six degrees of separation. 6 halved is 3. And Factorial of 3 is 6. And subtracting 3 from 3 squared gives 6. Get it? Get it??(Ok seriously I've no clue what I'm talking. So please don't glare. Mathematical coincidences are not interesting. Point noted)
And well, there's no conclusion if you're expecting one. This is still work in progress.
P.S: If you think this was my way of expressing getting senti, then you're not entirely wrong.
P.P.S: If you think some of this was influenced by Barney Stinson's explanation for the Three Days rule in HIMYM, as well as episode titles in BBT, then you're not entirely wrong there either.
P.P.P.S: Yes I have an entrance exam tomorrow, and I don't have TV so I can't watch the match, and I really had nothing else better to do.
Update:
A friend who read this post remarked that F.R.I.E.N.D.S disproves my logic. I'd like to point out that F.R.I.E.N.D.S also had two uniquely distinct groups of 3 each.
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