Bitching about random people

Talking about personal moments that I could be proud of, it just occurred to me that my name could be unscrambled to get JAIL-AN. I dunno what to make of it... yet.

*A good round of applause would've been nice!* :P

Ohkay, here's something new. To those who all made fun of my Hindi, here's a dedication from a real life incident from a restaurant in central part of the country.
Me: bhaiyya, doh masala dosas.
Waiter: (nods) Aapka GUER-ELLA??
Me: No GORILLAS, thank you. (shakes my head and hands for emphasis)

Defintely, this is the kinda guy you dont want to put in customer relations department. Anyway, I figured out his question. It was, "Are you from Kerala?". And it took me a while to think that out. Maybe more than a while.

Cutting it short,I live the land of multiple languages now. I am here to make memories, learn to live an independent life, work on my cooking skills, and maybe to follow the path to wisdom.. ah! the usual things they make up to deny they miss home. But on the positive side, I did get all the above. Lets not talk about memories, most of them should be censored especially the one where I got to take a leak on one of the campus hot spots. Not getting there now. Or breaking a lock right after getting a no due certificate. I really have to stop it here. I am sorry. I do want to study here. Its a nice place and 'm enjoying it here (as you can read).
Independence level: average. The last thing I did was go out and get myself a bread omelette at midnight by myself. Mind you, the stall was still inside the campus. But THAT is a big thing for a girl to do from the place I come from. Later I got chased by a dog who wanted a bite of my bread omelette. Now, I usually had people to protect me from WILD animals. And I will shamelessly brag about making a street dog getting bored of me as oppposed to chasing me around and biting me. Or worse, licking me.

The quest of wisdom? Lets jut enlighten that with an actual excerpt from my scripting class. The prof wanted something different, and that's exactly what we gave her. The story goes on like this. We have a really bad guy who kills the good guy and marries his wife. The good guy, in turn haunts them.

In one of our scenes, we have James(antagonist)who is really pissed at something and Danny(the ghost) in the same room, which James is unaware of. James vents it off by throwing a paper weight against the wall, fuming. And thats when our ghost has second thoughts on saying "Booo..!". He figures its a bad time to mess with the villian and hides under the office table. Anti climax? The wall bleeds. *Ouch ouch ouch*

But our prof was clear on the instructions: we cant have a ghost because they're not real!

So people put their heads together. I'll just say this: its bad enough we have a scared ghost, but do we really need a priest who insists upon finding and killing a corpse? Why? Because, no one knows if he's dead.
Let me know if you hear teeth rattlings coming under your desk. Its prolly James and he's ran for his dear life from our class. That's all for the day. BOO!