- stood in a Queue for booking train ticket.
- decorated Christmas tree.
- withdrew cash from bank.
- went to STD booth.
- wrote a love letter.
- broke my head for semester exams.
- had a late night girl's talk.
- went to cyber cafe.
- wore puan.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Its been a while since I
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Bob hunting
It was past 8 o'clock and I was exhausted. I was just relaxing in my quiet living room when I saw something just moved quickly in a fraction of seconds. I turned towards the corner where I last saw. And then I heard a 'bang', it was obvious something hit my guitar. I moved closer and closer. My heart stopped beating for a second - a tiny thing jumped out of nowhere and flew towards my kitchen.
It was so small, I could hardly make out if it was a cockroach or a mouse or a strange insect. But the character and the smell was familiar. It was a mouse. "Damn it, I have a mouse in my house!!!"
Since then, I feared my own place and anything that moved inside my house scared me. And I hate anything or anyone with a heartbeat and a blood staying in my house for weeks, except for lizard which I somehow find it cute.
Almost a month now, I realized Bob (I named the damn mouse after Phoebe's rat in F.R.I.E.N.D.S) was a smart creature. He neither touched the rat poison which I kept in all corner of the house, nor he touched the piece of meat I kept in the rat trap. He kept running around the house, feeling so homely as if this is his territory.
One fine night, as I was sleeping I felt something was moving in my quilt. I threw myself so fast, Bob fell on the floor and ran quickly towards the corner. "That's it!" I said. "I am not able to sleep for months because of you, freak". I took my cell phone and called my friend to come over.
Me, my guest, David (who was sleeping in my living room) and the friend I called were inside my small room. Door locked. The hunt started around 12.30 AM. Bob kept running, we kept chasing. We literally took out everything from my room and still we were not even close to Bob.
We gave up at 2AM. I kept my stuffs back to their place and my friend was about to leave my house. Just then Bob appeared again out of no where and gave us one more chance to catch him. I did not really remember what happened in that 30 second when my friend shouted, "I got it, I got him".
I fled and looked at Bob, who was my roommate for a while. He was so tiny as my friend squeezed him to death with his own hand. I believed he had a good life with me after all. And I also believed that his spirit took off somewhere while we threw his body in the street far away.
It was so small, I could hardly make out if it was a cockroach or a mouse or a strange insect. But the character and the smell was familiar. It was a mouse. "Damn it, I have a mouse in my house!!!"
Since then, I feared my own place and anything that moved inside my house scared me. And I hate anything or anyone with a heartbeat and a blood staying in my house for weeks, except for lizard which I somehow find it cute.
Almost a month now, I realized Bob (I named the damn mouse after Phoebe's rat in F.R.I.E.N.D.S) was a smart creature. He neither touched the rat poison which I kept in all corner of the house, nor he touched the piece of meat I kept in the rat trap. He kept running around the house, feeling so homely as if this is his territory.
One fine night, as I was sleeping I felt something was moving in my quilt. I threw myself so fast, Bob fell on the floor and ran quickly towards the corner. "That's it!" I said. "I am not able to sleep for months because of you, freak". I took my cell phone and called my friend to come over.
Me, my guest, David (who was sleeping in my living room) and the friend I called were inside my small room. Door locked. The hunt started around 12.30 AM. Bob kept running, we kept chasing. We literally took out everything from my room and still we were not even close to Bob.
We gave up at 2AM. I kept my stuffs back to their place and my friend was about to leave my house. Just then Bob appeared again out of no where and gave us one more chance to catch him. I did not really remember what happened in that 30 second when my friend shouted, "I got it, I got him".
I fled and looked at Bob, who was my roommate for a while. He was so tiny as my friend squeezed him to death with his own hand. I believed he had a good life with me after all. And I also believed that his spirit took off somewhere while we threw his body in the street far away.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
I realized
1) I am not a team player @ work.
2) I have gained weight after vacationing in Aizawl for 10 days.
3) I need a pedicure immediately.
4) Facebook has become more interesting than Orkut.
5) I am not keeping in touch with my old friends.
6) 85 bucks per bottle is not a matter of joke.
7) I miss my family more than anyone.
8) I started to like cooking.
9) When I looked in the mirror, I am not growing any younger.
10) I need to pray more.
2) I have gained weight after vacationing in Aizawl for 10 days.
3) I need a pedicure immediately.
4) Facebook has become more interesting than Orkut.
5) I am not keeping in touch with my old friends.
6) 85 bucks per bottle is not a matter of joke.
7) I miss my family more than anyone.
8) I started to like cooking.
9) When I looked in the mirror, I am not growing any younger.
10) I need to pray more.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Chawhmeh
Hmarhchatesen
Kuhvahring
Limbu
Sanghatin
Saptheihnah
Bahkhawr, Khanghu leh Chingit
Broccoli leh samtawk
Kuhvahring
Limbu
Sanghatin
Saptheihnah
Bahkhawr, Khanghu leh Chingit
Broccoli leh samtawk
Big thanks to my family who sent these and more all the way from Zotlang, Aizawl.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
My weekend
I like travelling. Every year I always planned to go somewhere where I can enjoy. For this year plan A was Kanyakumari. But the plan failed, plan B was my next choice - Ooty. I have been in Ooty for 2 years earlier but it was almost a decade ago.
I had invited few of my cousins and my friends to join me. But only 3 of them turned up. After trying for bus tickets to Ooty, finally we took a tour package which was pretty affordable for all of us.
It was friday evening and it was pouring heavily in the city. We reported to the travel agent exactly on time and they told us to were suppose to take a KSRTC bus to Ooty. That was still OK with me. We reached the bus stop on time, got the tickets from a bus ticket agent and we waited in the stop for more than 2 whole damn hours. I was tired, I was cold from the heavy rain and my legs were shaking now. Believe me, I was standing in the queue for toilet users for half an hour. I was on the verge of cancelling my holiday! Our bus was already late by 2 hours. Impossible!
Along with us there were a couple of holiday planners waiting for the bus from the same travel agent. After I came out of the loo, one of my friend came and told me we were on the wrong bus stop. Holy crap! I went and spoke to the agent, he was clueless like many of us. He tried his best to get us to the other bus stand where our bus was actually for us there. The rest of the passengers, mostly asleep were there waiting for us. Within a minute we were on our way to the Nilgiris.
Next morning I woke up early - as usual. I am an early riser. We haven't reached Ooty yet but we passed by a sanctuary. I saw deers on the roadside! They were the cutest thing I've ever seen. Two of them were fighting with their huge horns. They were running so fast and they all looked lovely.
We went sight seeing after an hour of checking in our hotel. I have been to all the places but I did not get them enough. I still enjoy every corner of the mountain, the vegetations.
On our second day, we had a toy train ride from Ooty to Coonoor. I had booked the tickets a week ago from irctc sites. It costs only Rs.19 per head and it was worth it. Took a bus back to Ooty.
We climbed the mountains inside the town. Visited my old church - St.Stephen's Church. And then to my old school - St.Hilda's School. Later in the evening, we went for boating in Ooty lake.
Our last day was planned for a day in Black Thunder - an amusement park. I had been there but the crowd was not as bad as I had today. Its like the crowd had never seen a girl apart from South Indian girls. And I made a mistake of wearing a vest and shorts. I changed my dress to jeans after a gang of guys danced around me. They had the most deadly looking eyes I have ever seen.
We head back to Ooty around 3.30pm. Our bus back to Bangalore was scheduled only at 10pm. We had all the time for another round of something! We already checked out of the hotel so we were nomads. No where to go, still early for dinner. We took our luggages and roamed aimlessly in the town. It was dark and cold and it was diwali time. They sky looked beautiful.
Next day was my birthday. We reached Bangalore early in the morning. Back to normal life, back to work. I was already in the company bus @ 8 in the morning. I still have the thing I got myself from Ooty - a severe cold with sore throat and running nose.
I had invited few of my cousins and my friends to join me. But only 3 of them turned up. After trying for bus tickets to Ooty, finally we took a tour package which was pretty affordable for all of us.
It was friday evening and it was pouring heavily in the city. We reported to the travel agent exactly on time and they told us to were suppose to take a KSRTC bus to Ooty. That was still OK with me. We reached the bus stop on time, got the tickets from a bus ticket agent and we waited in the stop for more than 2 whole damn hours. I was tired, I was cold from the heavy rain and my legs were shaking now. Believe me, I was standing in the queue for toilet users for half an hour. I was on the verge of cancelling my holiday! Our bus was already late by 2 hours. Impossible!
Along with us there were a couple of holiday planners waiting for the bus from the same travel agent. After I came out of the loo, one of my friend came and told me we were on the wrong bus stop. Holy crap! I went and spoke to the agent, he was clueless like many of us. He tried his best to get us to the other bus stand where our bus was actually for us there. The rest of the passengers, mostly asleep were there waiting for us. Within a minute we were on our way to the Nilgiris.
Next morning I woke up early - as usual. I am an early riser. We haven't reached Ooty yet but we passed by a sanctuary. I saw deers on the roadside! They were the cutest thing I've ever seen. Two of them were fighting with their huge horns. They were running so fast and they all looked lovely.
We went sight seeing after an hour of checking in our hotel. I have been to all the places but I did not get them enough. I still enjoy every corner of the mountain, the vegetations.
On our second day, we had a toy train ride from Ooty to Coonoor. I had booked the tickets a week ago from irctc sites. It costs only Rs.19 per head and it was worth it. Took a bus back to Ooty.
We climbed the mountains inside the town. Visited my old church - St.Stephen's Church. And then to my old school - St.Hilda's School. Later in the evening, we went for boating in Ooty lake.
Our last day was planned for a day in Black Thunder - an amusement park. I had been there but the crowd was not as bad as I had today. Its like the crowd had never seen a girl apart from South Indian girls. And I made a mistake of wearing a vest and shorts. I changed my dress to jeans after a gang of guys danced around me. They had the most deadly looking eyes I have ever seen.
We head back to Ooty around 3.30pm. Our bus back to Bangalore was scheduled only at 10pm. We had all the time for another round of something! We already checked out of the hotel so we were nomads. No where to go, still early for dinner. We took our luggages and roamed aimlessly in the town. It was dark and cold and it was diwali time. They sky looked beautiful.
Next day was my birthday. We reached Bangalore early in the morning. Back to normal life, back to work. I was already in the company bus @ 8 in the morning. I still have the thing I got myself from Ooty - a severe cold with sore throat and running nose.
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