My best friend likes my blog! :)

^^Haha, yes, this is he. The guy hugging Sachin Tendulkar(literally and figuratively), is my best friend.
Photogenic, don't you think?
I shall keep his identity under wraps, coz this might just embarrass him. :P
All I'll say is that he is not allowed to make an ID on Gmail, for his name contains a profanity! He is the vocalist in a band with great potential, except his band-members are slackers. He loves Milky Bar, Tropical Iceberg shake from Cafe Coffee Day, cinema and music.
I finally decided to let him read this blog, and well, he says he likes it. Good enough, for the both of us.
So, as abnormally formal as this sounds, thank you.


On a major sidenote, last night from 12.40 a.m. to around 2 a.m., Sana and I were watching Jonsi's live concert in Brussels online.
I enjoy music, because of people like him.
Honest music, breath-taking stage effects. I loved it. :)

For now, I look forward to my Sunday bloody Sunday! :P

So...what's she like, this Nitisha person?

Today is just one of those days when-

• The clock is ticking just too slowly for my appetite. For food and for words.
• I have absolutely nothing to do. On a Saturday night. Wow. How cool am I!
• I'm just in the mood to write. Rather, I'm in the mood to do something, anything, and writing just comes naturally.

 And now that I'm here, in this nice little space I call mine, I can think of nothing really substantial, to write.
So, the oh-so-subtle person that I am, I shall talk about someone I definitely know more than you.
Me!
Yeah, thinking this up really was a strain on my grey cells! :P

Well, one way to learn about me would probably be my tastes-
Here, I present to you, the 3 most obvious categories that spring to mind.

Musical preferences.
There are 2 aspects that I clearly look for when I listen to music. Melody and lyrics. Surprisingly, I give equal weightage to both.
1. Listening
Genres are just confusing. And bands change genres with each album, these days. So I shall just mention bands. U2 emerges a clear favourite, as does Sigur Ros. I absolutely love listening to Elvis Presley, Bob Dylan, The Eagles, The Beatles, Jeff Buckley,Van Morrisson, The Doors, Simon and Garfunkel and Queen. Also, Ben Harper, Damien Rice, Jack Johnson and Jason Mraz.

2.When getting bored in the backseat of a car/Random dancing mood.
Lady Gaga, Adam Lambert, Michael Jackson,Springsteen, AC/DC, Black Eyed Peas.

Literature
Aaaah, wow. I could ramble on for hours, but I'm gonna spare you this time.I'll keep it simple. Reading forms the mainstay of my life. I enjoy literary fiction by Ian McEvan and Cormac McCarthy. Fiction by Jeffrey Archer. Action by Lee Child. Suspense by James Patterson and Harlan Coben. Romance(the very occasional) by Nora Roberts.

I also enjoy autobiographies of REAL people. By which I mean, quality people. So you won't see a say, Britney Spears memoir on my bedside table.

People
I enjoy the company of people capable of making intelligent, witty conversation.
Actually, I enjoy the company of honest, unpretentious people with a sense of humor and a taste for randomness.
A mix of both the above, automatically makes you my best friend.

 Or a partying pug, evidently!

Now, that I'm at the end of this just awesome blog-post, I wonder why I actually spent the last 20 minutes writing it.
I could have indulged in idle generalizations and stereotypes. Or expressed my profound sadness for the cultural breakdown of society. Discussed the alarming rate of farmer suicides and Naxalite attacks in India, global terrorism or even the perverse reality shows I often stoop to watch. I could have contemplated on disappearing innocence or extraterrestrials.
But, a microcosm of  society or cynical urban critic, I am not.

I'm Nitisha Pande, just a 17 year old with short straight hair, wearing old worn-out track-pants, sitting quietly in a flashy Mumbai suburb, killing time on a boring Saturday night, waiting for a change of scene and events, that may never come.
And no, I will not upload a picture of myself in a contemplative mood, just for dramatic effect.
Night. :)

Black and White.

“Black and white are absolute...expressing the most delicate vibration, the most profound tranquility, and unlimited profundity.”
-- Shiko Munakata
Some of my favourite photographs, in black and white. :)

Black and white are not just colours. They are definitive institutions in themselves.
They contradict, they amalgamate.
Black and white, I truly love.

The Pathology of Indifference.

"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference."
                                                                                    -Elie Wiesel.


I call it, the pathology of indifference. In the society I live in, it's more like a thriving epidemic.
I, for one, do not understand it. We live in a world of more than 7 billion people. 7 billion lives. To be indifferent to someone's situation halfway around the world, in a depraved sense, is still more understandable than being indifferent to what's happening in our own home, in our city, in our country.


Do people use it as a shield of some sort? As if, if they are apathetic and oblivious to what's happening around them, they will somehow be protected from all the bad stuff? Protected from ugly travesties, wars, genocide, or let's just break it down to simpler proportions, unkindness? If that is their justification, it is one of the most unreliable, self-serving defense mechanisms existing in the thresh-hold of society today.

To be in a situation of powerlessness to drive change, is a better place to be in than to be in a situation where you don't know what to, how to, why to change. To be in a situation where you ideally should speak up, but don't. Simply, because you don't care enough. This is not about the absence of a conscience(a vague term in itself), or about a idealistic epiphany to actually unite the peoples of the world.
I just believe that apathy is much more dangerous than battle. Because it is virile, it is convenient, and hydra-like, it grows without reason.


To be indifferent is to be heartless.
To be indifferent is to be alone.
To be indifferent, in more ways than one, is to not be alive at all.



^^This is what listening to too much Pearl Jam does to me! :P
      "I will hold the candle, till it burns up my arm
      I'll keep takin' punches, until their will grows tired
      Oh I will stare the sun down, until my eyes go blind
      Hey I won't change direction, and I won't change my mind
      How much difference does it make."

Till we meet again, care. :)

Higher Average I.Q.!

Full analytical report for Nitisha

(Please bookmark this page; it will be available online for two weeks. You may also print a copy of each section for your records.)
General statistics
Total number of questions: 30
Questions answered: 30
Questions not answered: 0
Questions answered correctly: 20
Questions answered incorrectly: 10
Percentage correct answers: 66 %

Your age adjusted IQ score is 112 and the average score for all test takers is 100.

Your Grade ** Higher Average **

Well done! Your performance on the test was above the population average which means that you have the ability to achieve success in life. Whatever you decide to do you have a powerful mix of skills and insight that can be applied in a wide variety of ways. You are able to think critically and communicate very effectively and you also have the ability to handle most academic challenges. If you think of intelligence as the ability to adapt easily to new situations then you are heading in the right direction.

Standard Deviation: 15

The bell curve (also called a "normal curve" or "normal distribution") is a graph that shows approximately how much of the population falls into each IQ range. In theory, if we tested everyone in the world with a traditional IQ test, most people would score in the "Average" range. A smaller number would score moderately below average and moderately above average. Very high and very low scores are rare.

The scores and percentiles above apply to tests that have a standard deviation of 15 points. The  Stanford Binet Fourth Edition (Binet FE) has a standard deviation of 16 and the Wechsler scales (such as the WPPSI-R, the WISC-III, and the WAIS-III) have a standard deviation of 15. Therefore, for different scales the percentages may vary.

 Strengths and weaknesses

Your highest score was in Verbal

Exceptional intelligence does not guarantee results -- to achieve excellence you must fully understand your strengths and learn to maximize your efforts. Knowing your greatest intellectual strength may give you insight into how you can improve your learning process, work better with others, or become more self aware of your abilities. According to this test your verbal skills are the most developed of all your intellectual capabilities - your capability to use language effectively and to communicate well is your biggest strength.

Your lowest score was in Spatial

Weaknesses are the roadblocks we face when trying to achieve our goals. Awareness of your weaknesses allows you to predict problems and find solutions ahead of time, thereby alleviating future headaches. According to this test your spatial skills are the most underdeveloped of all your intellectual capabilities - your capability to manipulate 3-D objects in space is your biggest weakness.

Grade Statistics

Grade	Range	Percent
Genius	>144	0.13%
Gifted	130-144	2.14%
Above average	115-129	13.59%
Higher average	100-114	34.13%
Lower average	85-99	34.13%
Below average	70-84	13.59%
Borderline low	55-69	2.14%
Low	<55	0.13%

Interview Part-1

I think it would be a great idea to write this all down, not just for future reference, but just so these words create a vivid memory of the clamor for college admissions.

Symbiosis Institute of Management Studies(UG), Pune-

I remember right after I gave my S.E.T, the first word that crossed my mind was "Shit!". You know that sinking feeling, when you've answered 45 out of 50 questions correctly, but goddamnit, you got 5 questions wrong? Yeah, that is what I felt, and in the process completely forgot that I'd not done so bad after all. It was only when the results came out and I scored a respectable 100/150, that I sighed with relief!
Eliminating all unnecessary details, let me jump straight to the morning of my Group discussion and personal interview at Symbiosis.
Having bought the quintessential corporate suit for the occasion, I looked and felt the part of a management institute at the get-go. Hogging down half the hotel's breakfast spread, and a steaming mug of espresso later, I couldn't have been more enthusiastic(rather, jittery coz of my high-octane caffeine intake)! Entering the college campus sure was an exhilarating experience, and as I walked around the campus, I could literally feel the excitement in my veins.
After an hour-long wait, socialising with people from Gorakhpur, Ranchi and the like, being threatened by a loud wannabe,"Babe, I'm gonna kill you in the G.D., man. My eyes are on you,'(not to forget he made the i'm-such-a-wannabe my-eyes-are-on-you sign! :D :D), I entered the room where my fate would be sealed.
Seated in the so-called strategic position in the room, bang in front of the panelists, the topic for the G.D. was read out.
"An interview is the best way to sift the grain from the shaff."

Huh? What? THIS was what I was expected to speak on?
Haha, and given my ability to bullshit proficiently, speak I did. 4 times, and 4 valid points.
Good times!

Proceeding to the room for the Personal Interview on a complete high, I couldn't wait to see what was in store for me.
2 men, 1 woman. Ikes!

Contrary to my first expectation, the interview was a dream. They quizzed me on my interests, and once they figured I'm passionate about literature, the interview just took that course.

What kind of books do you read? Who is your favourite author? Why do you enjoy his work? If you had to get your book published and just couldn't get a celebrity sponsor, would you give up? etcetera.
Also, they asked me to form a meaningful sentence out of 4 random words on chits I pulled out. The words being- assumption, crew, blank and seminar. Don't the words WTF just spring to mind!
Of course, I made the sentence, and yet another one on being asked to do so!

It ended with one of the male panelists, giving me a phone number and website of this person who writes great book reviews!

Aaaah, finally I took a deep breath of the very polluted Pune air.
Symbi results come out on the 3rd of June.
I sure hope I get in, even though I'm not too fond of Pune and this college is my 4th preference, at best.
I'll talk about my NMIMS interviews in a short while.
Adios! (Haha, insider Pune joke!)

Why I suck at Math!

Haha, finally, I know why I've always sucked at Math! The magic of  the double X chromosome. It really is in the genes, I guess! :D
After sooooooo many years, I have understood my absolute inability to understand the subject.
THIS is what they call closure!
:P

The Plague Called Insecurity.

I'm 17. Young, raring to go. In the mad rush of college admissions, personal interviews and the like, I stopped today. I don't know what brought it about, but it seems apropos to pen down my thoughts here.
I stopped to think. To reflect. On the person I am, on all my cumulative achievements(personal, academic and extracurricular), and then I asked the one question I really don't need the honest answer to, right now.

Am I good enough?

Am I smart enough, pretty enough, strong enough to make it in this galaxy of  craziness?

Will I be able to achieve my goals?

Will I be able to make a difference?

Can I drive change?

Will I be the best person I can be?

Will I make my family proud?

Sometimes, I feel so trapped in this life of comfort and security. I feel like spending the night on a road like a homeless person, doing hard labour to earn bread for my family.
I want to know and see how hard life can be. How much I can take, persevere and succeed.
Most of all, I wonder, had I not lived the same life I have, would I still be the same person I am today?

Aaah!
"Homer no function beer well without." :P
 ^^Always makes me laugh!

Tornado

My current favourite song. Tornado by Jonsi(of Sigur Ros fame), from his solo album Go.
Why do these lyrics make so much sense to me? The achingly endearing music gives me goosebumps, every time I listen to this song.

"You grow, you roar
Although disguised
I know you

You'll learn to know

You grow, you grow like tornado
You grow from the inside
Destroy everything through
Destroy from the inside
Erupt like volcano
You flow through the inside
You kill everything through
You kill from the inside

You'll...
You'll learn to know

I wonder if I'm allowed ever to see
I wonder if I'm allowed to ever be free

You sound so blue
You now are gloom

You're now so blue
You now are gloom

I wonder if I'm allowed just ever to be."

I wonder about the same, every waking minute of my life.

The Joshua Tree.

I'm sure you won't recognize this instantaneously, unless of course, you're a botanist or someone who knows North American flora a little too well, but this is a Joshua tree. Yucca brevifolia, to you pedants!
"The name Joshua tree was given by a group of Mormon settlers who crossed the Mojave Desert in the mid-19th century. The tree's unique shape reminded them of a Biblical story in which Joshua reaches his hands up to the sky in prayer."- cites Wikipedia.
Coupled with this stunning photograph, the Biblical reference is enough fodder for the average writer to concoct wonderful stories and attribute mysterious qualities to this tree.

My love for The Joshua Tree is for a far less romanticized reason, more in tandem with my musical inclination.
This is the name of my all time favorite album, by the band U2.
Songs like "With or Without You", "Where the Streets Have No Name", "I Still Haven't Found what I'm Looking for' and "Running to Stand Still" continue to remain relevant rock classics, 23 years after they were first released. I don't feel the need to justify the impact their music has had on millions across the world. Meaningful lyrics, The Edge's magic with the guitar and Bono's soulful rendition of the lyrics, makes me fall more in love with the band every time I listen to them.
I rest my case. U2 is and always will remain my favorite band. And one day, I WILL find out why the name of the band is such!

Wondering why I write this today? Bono, the lead singer, was taken in for emergency back surgery today. Already in severe pain due to the partial paralysis of his lower leg, he suffered an injury during rehearsals for his upcoming US/Canada tour.
 This Joshua is reaching her hands up in prayer too, hoping you recover soon, and that you get back to making real music.
I love you, Bono.
I can't live with or without you.

Off to Pune, suit and all!

Yay!! Today I celebrate my one-week anniversary of having a blog! Party! :)
Leaving tomorrow morning for  Pune for my Symbiosis Personal Interview and Group Discussion. Bought myself a pretty good(and might I add, shit expensive) business suit too. You know what they say about first impressions, right?
I'm staying at such an awesome hotel for just one night, but oh-my-God, look at the awesomeness of the bed I shall sleep on!

And knowing my deep love for omelets and sausages, the breakfast spread the following day, will be a dream. Just the right start to my Monday morning grilling session with the panelists.
Wish me luck. I sure as hell need it.
So, no more blog posts this weekend! I know noone's going to miss me here, (yes, I know my insignificance in the blogospehere), but I'll just miss writing!
 Love. :)

The Colour Purple. :)

I came across the most amazing photo collection on the National Geographic site. It's a photo gallery themed, "Life In Colour:Purple", and it's absolutely stunning.
Here are some of my personal favourites from that collection, but you can check out the rest here-
http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/photography/photos/life-color-purple.

 ^^ I call this last one, very obviously, Nemo. :) I finally know what my favourite fish looks like!

Here the Frailest Leaves of Me

"Here the frailest leaves of me, and yet my strongest-lasting:
Here I shade and hide my thoughts—I myself do not expose them,
And yet they expose me more than all my other poems."

                                                                       -Walt Whitman


Will writing this blog be a similar experience? An experience of voicing my innermost thoughts and opinions under the garb of an impersonal blog-post?
I'll have to wait and watch.
Nonetheless, I enjoy writing. Let's see where it takes me.

P.S. Achievement of the day- Got shortlisted for the B.B.A. program of Symbiosis School of Management Studies . 74th all India. Yippee! :)

Impression, Sunrise

A simple fact- I am no artist. My best drawing to date is that of a stick figure with curly hair holding a balloon. Don't worry, I'd given up on taking up the paintbrush back when I was 7, so I'm not going to draw three random lines and have you term it "Abstract Art'!

But of course, my curious nature gets the best of me and for the past few months, I have developed an interest in knowing more about Art movements over the years. Expressionism, Fauvism, Minimalism, Surrealism, Futurism- to name a few. Not that I know much about any of these art periods, all I know is that I want to. However, from my current knowledge base, the art period that I find the most interesting and moving is the 19th century movement- Impressionism.

Claude Monet's exquisite painting "Impression, Sunrise", gave the movement its name. He experimented with a method of putting paint on the canvas without blending the colors. Brush strokes and dabs of color would be placed side by side. Monet called it the "division of colours". When you stepped back from the canvas, your eyes would blend the colors together.

 And THIS is what makes this painting extraordinary. In the desaturated version of the painting composed of very tiny vibrant brushstrokes,the sun disappears almost entirely! Technically, the sun has been painted of the same brightness as the sky, and the searing lack of contrast brings out the beauty in this eerie masterpiece.

There are various scientific reasons for how different regions of our brain perceive colour and objects, but that is immaterial. Beauty is inherently subject to taste and social conditioning, but the creation of beauty is Art. And this is ART.

"Everyone discusses my art and pretends to understand, as if it were necessary to understand, when it is simply necessary to love. " 
- Claude Monet

 It's as simple as that.
Later. :)

Why I love Arundhati Roy.

Arundhati Roy, for the uninitiated, is a Booker-prize winning Indian novelist, a political activist, a world citizen in the true sense of the word. Not many know that she is a cousin to Pranoy Roy, arguably the most respected and rock-solid journalist India has ever had. Of course she's courted with controversy too many times to count, calling George W. Bush a 'war criminal' back when he visited India or recently showing sympathy towards Naxals, terming them "Gandhians with guns'.
I may not agree with every word coming out of her mouth, but I applaud her courage to speak what she believes. In a country where every word can be churned into a political contest, (and not necessarily for elucidating the truth), she speaks what she wants, acts as her moral fiber directs right. Which in many ways is reminiscent of Salman Rushdie, another bold author of Indian origin. A staunch believer of social-equality and advocating against neo-imperialism of every form, she is the regally headstrong Indian woman's dream.

I mention here, some of her words, that I believe, echo with shining veracity.

"What does peace mean in a world in which the combined wealth of the world's 587 billionaires exceeds the combined gross domestic product of the world's 135 poorest countries? Or when rich countries that pay farm subsidies of a billion dollars a day, try and force poor countries to drop their subsidies? What does peace mean to people in occupied Iraq, Palestine, Kashmir, Tibet and Chechnya? Or to the aboriginal people of Australia? Or the Ogoni of Nigeria? Or the Kurds in Turkey? Or the Dalits and Adivasis of India?What does peace mean to non-muslims in Islamic countries, or to women in Iran, Saudi Arabia and Afghanistan? What does it mean to the millions who are being uprooted from their lands by dams and development projects? What does peace mean to the poor who are being actively robbed of their resources and for whom everyday life is a grim battle for water, shelter, survival and, above all, some semblance of dignity? For them, peace is war."

"Wars are never fought for altruistic reasons. They're usually fought for hegemony, for business. And then of course there's the business of war."

"Nationalism of one kind or another was the cause of most of the genocide of the twentieth century. Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first to shrink-wrap people's brains and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead."

But this, is my absolute favourite quote by her. If not my most favourite quote ever.

"... To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget. .."

Applause.
Later, then. :)

My least favourite number in the world- 86.2.

Yesterday evening as I was panting away at Joggers Park, this is the message I receive,"Board results at eight a.m. tomorrow," before my world comes crashing down on me, and an overweight 35-year old overtakes me. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! After screaming at the top of my voice(in my mind), and smiling at the 35-year old overweight guy as I overtake him(for real), I try to figure out, like many times before, "Why is just my life like this???", knowing fully well that lacs of students around the country are experiencing the same gamut of emotions I am, but I dont give a damn!
 That was yesterday.
Here are my CBSE Standard XII Board Results.
Business Studies -95/100 (Woooohoooooo!)
Accountancy        -95/100(Complete and total shocker, I expected 80!Awesome!)
English                 -91/100(One mark more than I expected, so wooohoooo again!)  
Economics           -88/100 (Yeah, cool, I guess.)
All was well until here. Let me tell you that that my aggregate up until this point was 92.2%, which is pretty damn good. I was thinking of cake and balloons and what to wear at the celebration party already. But of course, my life can't be so awesome so easy, can it? This was where all my dreams of college admissions being a breeze, and my being an academically brilliant 17 year old vaporized.
THIS is what ruined it- Mathematics -62/100. 

Now my aggregate percentage is a sickly 86.2%. What with ridiculously high college cutoffs (97% at the best commerce college in the country. AND a personal interview after that. As if having no social life for a year and putting on 15 kgs coz you're buried beneath books in your secluded room wasn't enough.Who on earth even gets through?) The colleges in Mumbai have more forgiving cut-offs, for sure. Another reason I love the city so much today! And I don't really know the results of the entrance exams I gave earlier this month, so then again, I'm unsure of admissions there. All the running around in this sultry May heat for college admission forms starts now.
And there I thought life would really begin once my Board examinations ended. We know how that ended,don't we?
Sometime, ignorance really is bliss, isn't it?
Life. :/

A believer in randomness.

Maybe it's my lack of life experience. Lack of knowledge of events, or of people. Whatever be the reason, it has led to my belief, or disbelief in certain pertinent issues.
For one, I don't believe in God. My parents, and many elders I know, believe this is one of those teenage phases. I'm at an age where it is my solemn duty to question, and then, disregard all known established practices and beliefs. But, in actuality, that's not the case. I'm old enough to know better than to be blindly caught up in the whirlwind of teenage rebellion.
This is what I believe. Religion, faith, superstition, luck, destiny- they're all symbolic of one thing. Our collective sense of being powerless.Our helplessness to face what life throws our way. All of the aforementioned, only attempt at making somewhat coherent sense of the randomness of the shocks and curve-balls that find our way. Faith in a higher power, who makes everything okay, and gives the happy ending to every story, gives (some of) us the ability to hang on, beat life at its own game or at least play at par. Because as humans, we are just not attuned to expect the unexpected. Our worries add up to more worries, insecurities multiply into a dozen more, and when times are rough, such blind faith in someone who can make all our sadness disappear is an easy way out. Most important of all, it gives us hope. Now, hope is something I believe in. And I don't need to believe in God, or some higher power, or some religious book to have that strong belief that the outcome of all my actions, or even actions beyond my control, will be good.
But, pragmatist that I am, I'm going to toe the line and say I'm an agnostic. Coz if God really does exist, and he reads this blog post , then I really wouldn't want to burn in hell!
Later, then. :)

Show off!

This post is a tribute to my little sister. Let's call her SP. She wants me to blog, blog, blog until my name comes up on search engines so she can *show off* to her friends. Abiding by her wishes, this is me typing away!
So, let me give you a little insight into my sister. She's 12 now, looks a lot like me except the really short hair-do, and when she gets really bored types "SP is a rockstar, did you understand what I am trying to communicate with you." on Google search, only to read "No results found" in 42 seconds. Go figure.
Dance freak that she is, she attends Shiamak Davar dance classes, persuades me to reach class(which is in a shady basement,by the way) half an hour early since she has no faith in me. These stereotypes regarding teenagers not being punctual does not apply to me, and if 12 years of living with me hasn't taught her that, nothing ever will!

 Her favourite pair of shorts measures barely one handspan, we love imitating her Hindi teacher-yeaaah, roll number saybun, baith jao- (For the uninitiated, that's-roll number seven, sit down) and sometimes she believes she is Kalpana "jaadu ki chadi" from the Bollywood blockbuster Ghajini.
I guess this is all coz puberty hasn't really hit her yet, but the"innocence"(my mother's words) is refreshing.
Love you poopoo.

Maybe one day my name will actually appear on search engines, and this embarrasses you like hell!

Vagaries of the short

How many of us shorties have been the victims of such jokes? Standing short at 5'2", I know I have! "How's the weather down there?", "Hey! What's low?", "I just saw Honey, I shrunk my Kids. Were you in it?" or my favourite "Are you Yoda from Star Wars?"!
And how can I forget that Randy Newman song?
"They got little baby legs
That stand so low
You got to pick em up
Just to say hello
They got little cars
That go beep, beep, beep
They got little voices
Goin' peep, peep, peep
They got grubby little fingers
And dirty little minds
They're gonna get you every time
Well, I don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
Don't want no short people
'Round here"You got to laugh at the ludicrousness of that!
But then again, come up with an original next time. I love laughing, most of all at myself, but a cooler sense of humor would do us all good. I've had enough with the fake smiling at the tired jibes. As if it was YOUR joke that made me have the life-changing realisation. Woah, I'm short. Surprise, surprise-I live in my body 24/7. I know!
Specially, since I don't have an issue being short. I actually like it. Midget hands, midget feet. Oh, those old Chinese women would kill to have feet like mine. I can wiggle into the tiniest of places. Not that I play it anymore, but I can rock a game of Hide-and-go-seek. I can slip away unnoticed at boring parties. Short skirts don't look that short on me!
So, you see. It's fun. Short is cool. And no, I have no issues with tall people. My best friends are all giraffes of gargantuan proportions. They say "I look up to them." Haha, right.

So all you people who get kicks out of irritating midgets, well, keep your minds racing. One day you might actually come up with something original and funny. You're free to try your stuff on me, tall-guy.
Make a wise-crack, I promise to laugh.:)
Also, at 5' 2", I'm probably the happiest short person you know.
Waliki.(Guess what language, without using google search and I'll give you 5 bucks) :)

Hello, world!

Hello. :)

I now have a blog, after having wanted to create one for over a year! Typical Indian student life that I live, first the oh-so-important Board Examinations and then the even-more-crucial-entrance-exams-coz-your-Boards-sucked were major obstacles to get out of my way before I could pen to paper. Rather fingers to keyboard. And I must admit, typing out your thoughts on an impersonal computer screen with the very useful *backspace* option, is way less intimidating than a blank white A4-size sheet. Yeah, I tried that an hour ago and failed miserably. After a good forty-five minutes of "What do I write? What do I write?" , I turned with a vengeance to my good ol' laptop!

The reason I am blogging is simple. I'm a writing enthusiast who just wants to be heard. By you. And self-obsessed that I guess I am, I like seeing my words somewhere!
Vertically challenged that I am (yes, the weather down here is just fine!), my Napoleanic complex(haha) is probably instrumental in my idealism to talk, to drive a change, to be the best person I can be.

Too heavy? :P
I know! I just want to write. Words are some of my best friends.(Don't I just sound like a loner or a nerd or a serial killer, even?)
Lunch time now. Aah, dal and rice don't make me happy!
 More later.