This post is in fond memory of my fav water bottle I own(ed) till yest! It was an elegant bottle of strawberry crush, with a liquid holding capacity of 700ml, dressed in plastic red robe topped with a lovely green cap.
There I was doing in my trapeze act(only way to survive in buses here)in bus on way home when suddenly bus came to a halt. All the seated aunties went on a wild marathon, some of them stamping on my feet for a good measure, if I must add. And finally I managed to get a seat. I sat down hugging my bag. My hands detected the absence of my slender friend and I started looking around. A few curious questioning eyes looked back at me. I asked them if they saw a red bottle. "why, it just fell down" came an answer from an elderly lady. I got up, and joined the bird* of the bus and to have a better view. There it was..lying helplessly under the next bus. I looked at him and whispered if he would stop the bus for another minute till I run and get it back. He was looking at me all this time. For more effects, I gave him (what I thought to be) my old disarming smile! He froze. Ouch..!! I forgot about the new addition to my profile. A perfect set of metal braces shining out from my teeth. I guess terminator smile has lost its charm ;)
I climbed down, shaking my head and went back to the bus stop. I was feeling rather heroic standing there waiting for second bus to go so that I can rescue my bottle-in-distress.
I stood there like a spectator watching a match..the bottle missed the front tires over a feet. "Okay.. So far so good, only a bit more..!" I thought to myself. It was then the bus driver decided to have a go with the steering.Oh no no NOOOO..!! The back tires came along smashing my bottle right in front of my eyes!:( I did win the war.. but I lost the battle, or in this case, the Bottle!
*conductor's assistant who usually enjoys talking to female passengers
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
The next days..
Alright.. I'm not taking leave anymore after Google told me absenteeism "can" be a psychological problem that can be calculated with something called The Brandford Factor.. along with some mathematical crap..Whoa!! Google does seem to have an explanation for everything!
The next two days, we had a workshop on 'Theater arts and behavioral therapy'. The T.A part was came out to be good.. I'm not talking about the latter. ;) We were asked to wear loose fitting clothes instead of our favourite comfy tees. To make things even creepier, there was a hovering rumor about the instructor coming straightaway from some forest. Honestly, we were kinda confused. The prog started off with a formal speech (the usual) and I was made to sit in the front row, along with the teachers. I got 'em back for that by messing with one of the instructors handy-cam (Unintentionally, honestly!). Now it kept rolling and capturing the antique red curtains behind the stage for another half an hour before someone noticed. And thankfully, my I-dunno-what's-going-on look seemed to work!
Workshop was fun. Every bit! Contrary to our beliefs(uh, maybe just mine), we didn't have anything to do with life in forests. The ice breaking session, much to general surprise, turned out to be Craaawling on floor..!! But, this was the best ice breaker I've ever had! (Hmm..made a mental note to try this again in near future).
The next day was to boost our face-the-stage confidence.Aha! A challenge! Setting: Colonial period. I was a British soldier(er.. maybe slightly over-tanned Englishman). We were doing stills in snapshots. It all went well for the first four shots. I died gracefully on shot4, dropping dead. Scene 5: I got up again, ready to shoot! Oops.. I forgot I was dead! Okay, I ended up as a giggling corpse!
To conclude, the instructor recorded it all in the newly-fixed handy cam and we all have our fingers crossed to have another look at our disastrous deeds!
The next two days, we had a workshop on 'Theater arts and behavioral therapy'. The T.A part was came out to be good.. I'm not talking about the latter. ;) We were asked to wear loose fitting clothes instead of our favourite comfy tees. To make things even creepier, there was a hovering rumor about the instructor coming straightaway from some forest. Honestly, we were kinda confused. The prog started off with a formal speech (the usual) and I was made to sit in the front row, along with the teachers. I got 'em back for that by messing with one of the instructors handy-cam (Unintentionally, honestly!). Now it kept rolling and capturing the antique red curtains behind the stage for another half an hour before someone noticed. And thankfully, my I-dunno-what's-going-on look seemed to work!
Workshop was fun. Every bit! Contrary to our beliefs(uh, maybe just mine), we didn't have anything to do with life in forests. The ice breaking session, much to general surprise, turned out to be Craaawling on floor..!! But, this was the best ice breaker I've ever had! (Hmm..made a mental note to try this again in near future).
The next day was to boost our face-the-stage confidence.Aha! A challenge! Setting: Colonial period. I was a British soldier(er.. maybe slightly over-tanned Englishman). We were doing stills in snapshots. It all went well for the first four shots. I died gracefully on shot4, dropping dead. Scene 5: I got up again, ready to shoot! Oops.. I forgot I was dead! Okay, I ended up as a giggling corpse!
To conclude, the instructor recorded it all in the newly-fixed handy cam and we all have our fingers crossed to have another look at our disastrous deeds!
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Confessions of an AWOL college gal :|
Okay.. with the rains humming in the background, today seemed like a nice day to stay indoors. And that's what I did!! But living with a doctor in the house, and who happens to be your skeptical mom, things can be difficult. For every of my imaginary ailment, she has a medicine ready! (My bad!) Anyway I fiddles around the clock on making "being late" as my newest excuse.
Why wouldn't I go today? (Obvious question)
> for some reason, all my clothes are hiding in the laundry (primary reason)
> the bed looked too welcoming! (It'l be totally unfair if I desert it)
> I "might" have to do a seminar that I haven;t prepared (probability 98.5%)
> 'm composing my latest anti-love song (for some reason, I can never write on Sundays)
> My toenail is itching.. maybe its telling me to stay indoors;)
Apparently my mom wasn't convinced even with these 'genuine' reasons. She left me a loong list of chores she which I could do while sitting at home. Darn.. I should have gone to college. Could have nicked Affi's tiffin box (my best friend who has the best, and widest collection of food for lunch) or pass a couple of love notes in class.. or draw a few caricatures of us to upload in facebook!
Why wouldn't I go today? (Obvious question)
> for some reason, all my clothes are hiding in the laundry (primary reason)
> the bed looked too welcoming! (It'l be totally unfair if I desert it)
> I "might" have to do a seminar that I haven;t prepared (probability 98.5%)
> 'm composing my latest anti-love song (for some reason, I can never write on Sundays)
> My toenail is itching.. maybe its telling me to stay indoors;)
Apparently my mom wasn't convinced even with these 'genuine' reasons. She left me a loong list of chores she which I could do while sitting at home. Darn.. I should have gone to college. Could have nicked Affi's tiffin box (my best friend who has the best, and widest collection of food for lunch) or pass a couple of love notes in class.. or draw a few caricatures of us to upload in facebook!
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