Rock-A-Hula Baby! ;)

Completely plagiarised from The Fountain Of Orange Juice, blog of the Atulaa. =P

Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

This is fun!!!


IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
Love Her Madly. (Lol, talk about thinking hatke!)

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Anything For You Love. (Oh please, I'm not that desperate!)

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY?
No Way Out. (Huuhhh?! =P)

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Unchained Melody. (That sounds profound. Me likey! ;)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Surrender. (Whaaatttt!? NO FRIGGING WAY!)

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
In The End. (Lol, why is this turning out so morbid?)

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Sweet Child Of Mine. (Awww!! :) Thank you, thank you very much!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Fluroscent Adolescent. (Hahahahahahhaha. My mum would probably wrinkle her nose at the NAME of this song!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Against All Odds. (Makes no sense..)

WHAT IS 2+2?
Jhoom. (Lol, my Math teachers have been proved right man! I do know absolutely nothing!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Under The Bridge. (?!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Wiseman. (Hahahaha. So he IS intelligent huh?!)

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Bad Day. (No it isn't!)

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Intermission. (What am I supposed to translate that to?!)

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Aicha. (That IS one of my favourite songs, but makes absolutely NO sense in this context!)

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Is It Saturday Yet? (Lmao. I'm THAT tiring?)

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Dard-E-Disco (Hahaaahahahhahaha =D)

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Stay Away. (I'm soooo laughing out louuud now!!)

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Race Saanson Ki. (Chah, I wish I was that active! Lol)

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Come Undone. (Um, okay? If you say so, I guess...)

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?

Commitment. (Ummm... raaandom, but makes sense in a weeeird sorta way.)

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Rock-A-Hula Baby. (Aye aye Captain!)


Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaandom. But school let out today. I'm high. Whadaya expect?! :)

Testimonial to Shailya.

This post is completely dedicated to my best friend. It's more for me to write than for you to read, actually. Writing is becoming therapeutic.

So, Shailya. My best friend. Whose moving away in... let me see... 6 days. We cannot boast of a friendship that has spanned decades, like some of my friends can.

We met just two years back, on July 27th, 2006. Our friendship strangely, was instantaneous. Well, not technically. A mutual friend introduced us, and I just smiled and said hi. That was it. But then later, we had this whole-class drill, from which we were both chucked out. For lack of better company, we started talking, and I could make out she was a lot of fun. We chatted about completely random things, now that I come to think of it.

We had these rough patches too. We were put in different sections, which really did have a (bad) impact. First, I had this "gang" in my section. And in the 9th std., we grew so close, and there was a tiny point of time where I actually held them in higher regard than Shells. Then I came to my senses. After that, me and Shailya grew closer than we've ever been. The gang disintegrated with time, though I consider a few people who were in it some of my closest friends.
The one thing that draws people to her like bees to honey is her niceness. She's so goddamned sweet, you wouldn't believe it. She'll say yes to anything you ask her. People kind of take advantage of that, which I hate. But the picture I've been painting of her isn't exactly accurate. I've been talking all mushy.

The fun times I've had with her are too many to count. We get absolutely drunk (not literally!!) sometimes. We laugh crazily, with absolutely no reason whatsoever. Some words/actions which seem completely normal to the third person, start us off. God, just thinking about it makes me smile. :) Though our friendship hasn't been on for a lifetime, we've certainly got a lifetime of fun/sentimental/happy memories with us.

Her tolerance. Geez, if I was in her place, I'd have chucked me a loooong time ago. About 90% of the other friends she has, I hate. I can't stop bitching about them in her presence, and she just smiles tiredly and takes it. Whoa!

And now, she's leaving, back to where she came from. She tells me she doesn't want to leave, but the rest of her family is homesick for Mumbai. We threw her a surprise party yesterday, just a tiny group of her closest friends. She fell for it completely, and adored the pink teddy bear we got her (yes, the subject of my previous post!). It was awesome. :)

Bye Bye Shells! I'll miss you!

The Pleasant Surprise That Comes With An Unexpected Encounter with Niceness!

What is it about urban city-life that has made people brand it "cold"? Is it the fact that no-one has that minuscule piece of time it takes to simply smile at someone? Or do people genuinely not care?
The other day, the surprising sweetness of a random stranger absolutely made my day. Me and my friend were at Pondi Bazaar looking for the perfect gift for a mutual friend who was leaving. We decided on this huge stuffed teddy bear that the mutual friend would absolutely adore (she's a sucker for the cute stuff). The price, when we asked, was about Rs. 1500. My friend, always up for a bargain, went all out and demanded the teddy for Rs. 600. We had Rs. 1250 together and had a lot more on our shopping list. The shopkeeper, quite a nice person, set the ultimatum at Rs. 1000. As with all good bargaining of course, there was conversation. Out strategy was to plead that we were "innocent little school girls," and hence, deserved a big discount. This other man, who was standing beside us, was listening in on the conversation. He commented that his daughter was in the same school we were studying in. We smiled politely and turned our attention back to the shopkeeper. We'd loosened up and now were pleading for the bear at Rs. 800. The shopkeeper was almost giving in. We strengthened our resolve and badgered him further. He kept saying that he was much tougher than this, but he was only being nice because we were in school. Then, the man who was standing next to us, chipped in and told the shopkeeper (with whom he was on first-name terms), to just give it to us at 800 bucks. He offered to pay the extra Rs. 150.
As usual, I did not catch this exchange, as I was busy mentally congratulating myself for my awesome bargaining ability. My friend though, did, and profusely thanked him. She told me about it in the car, where we were admiring our bounty.I was absolutely filled with awe at the sweetness of it all. It completely restored my faith in humanity!

The Notebook

I just finished reading The Notebook by Nicholas Sparks. It's only the second book I've read authored by him. The first was Message In A Bottle. Both of them made me cry.
Go ahead, call me an incurable romantic, but even the most jaded cynic would soften up with one of Sparks' novels.

The book, if you haven't read it, is about love. It's not a run-of-the-mill thing, though. The story talks about a deeper, more intense, and definitely more lasting kind of love, between two beautiful people - Noah and Allie.
The first part of the story was about how Noah and Allie met for the second time (they'd first fallen in love when he was 17, but they'd had to part).
They discovered that they'd never stopped loving one another - but the clincher was that Allie was engaged to be married.

The second part of the story - the part where I cried at almost regular intervals, is written from an octagenarian Noah's point of view. He loves Allie more than ever, and struggles with her Alzheimer's. Everyday, he reads to her from a notebook in which Allie had chronicled their love story. Some days she remembers him, some days she doesn't.

The book was so beautiful. I cannot say that it is my favourite (since A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini occupies that distinction), but it certainly comes close.
I can't wait to read Nicholas' other books. No doubt they'll be as beautiful as this one, if not more.

In Message In A Bottle, the male protagonist was called Garrett, and he seemed quite similar to Noah. They were both the silent types, and very outdoorsy. They end up being perfect gentlemen, the kind women would die for. I wonder if Noah, Garett, and all the other male protagonists in his beautiful books are actually reflections of Nicholas himself. That's hard to believe, because I was beginning to think that the "perfect guy" did not exist. But most writers identify with their characters in a tiny way atleast, so these storybook guys must atleast be loosely based around Nicholas. *Sigh.* He dedicated The Notebook to his wife, Cathy. She must be really lucky! :)

The Newbie With Her First Post! :)

Well, hello. Here I go blogging. :)
This is quite exciting actually. Two.. no, three people showed me their blogs, and I thought it was a pretty good idea.
And loaaaads of procrastination later, here I am.
I honestly have noooo idea what to write, but I guess I'll get inspired sooner or later.
...
Okay, random thoughts:

Avril's new album IS SO COOL!!!!!! I've listened to this one song, Contagious, back-to-back, about 17 times!!

Oh, the song that's playing now is called 'Everybody's Free To Wear Sunscreen.' Lol, it's quite.. interesting! :) Check out the lyrics if you haven't heard it yet. It's by a man called Quindon Tarver.

Does anyone else find the word "rocking" used as an adjective strange? Like, when people say, "that performance was rocking!" Ew! That's not even a word!!

See? The blog IS aptly named. I AM a lunatic.
[EDIT: This was back when my blog was called "Ravings of a Lunatic". I've become slightly saner since then; and hence the name change. :]

Have you wondered by a person with red hair, is called a redhead, but a BLACKHEAD is this icky little thing that occurs on your oily nose.

Anyway, am off to dinner now. See u laters!!

P.S. - Ew, this post was so... random. Whatever! =)) =P!