O Children (Interpretation) - Harry Potter

If you have seen Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows Part 1, you will definitely remember the scene where Harry and Hermione dance to O Children by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds. If you haven't heard it, you can play it here while reading the rest of this post! :)

The song is intense and makes you sway to the rhythm. This was a powerful scene depicting that the bond they shared wouldn't allow either of them to break even in this plight.

So what happened today is I came across this song and since I found the lyrics very intriguing. Now let us see how it relates to the war in the movie. First of all, the lyrics are from the point of view of the adults: adults who failed to protect their children from the war and its horrible consequences. It's the same in Harry Potter, the adults have failed to protect the younger generation from Voldemort and in the end they are the ones who have to fight something beyond them (it started before they were even born and is so much more powerful). Plus, the adults in this song apologize for failing at protecting them, addressing themselves directly to the children. In the movie, the children (Harry and Hermione (yes they are children, remember they are only 17)) heard the song on the radio, so it's like the adults were talking to them through it.
More than just an apology, the lyrics also encourage the children to 'rejoice' and 'lift up their voice'. There is still hope in the children, even when the adults have failed. This is the case in the movie : adults couldn't destroy Voldemort, their children did. Harry, Hermione and their team were the last hope of the wizardry world.
At the end of the song, it talks about deportation (Hey, little train, we're jumping on. The train that goes to The Kingdom), however they don't seem to lead people to their death but to a certain happiness and freedom, which is weird at first, but then, remember the adults are talking to the children : they give them an illusion because even though they cannot save them, but they can try to keep them happy and hopeful. (I'm hanging in there, don't you see in this process of elimination)
In the movie, during this scene, Hermione is heartbroken and Harry is also pretty sad, but they dance, in a way escape the reality of the war around them and their friend leaving to find some comfort and end up smiling. The adults are lulling them into an illusion to make them feel better (both in the song and in the movie (if you replace the adults by the radio)). However, the illusion doesn't last forever and when the song stops, they are back to reality and it's still horrible and sad. That's why Hermione stops smiling pretty fast, because she is back to reality. The illusion didn't make the war disappear.

The song in itself is pessimist: they can't do anything to avoid what's happening to them, and that's exactly the same in the movie. Adults can't save them, they can just send them a moment of peace, but in the end the children are truly alone and without any help. Just like the situation of Harry, Ron and Hermione during the entire movie. It just perfectly fits and completely emphasizes what they are feeling in this moment.
Having heard it earlier paying lesser attention, I had never realized how appropriate this song was for this moment. This song is very sophisticated and soulful. What do you think?!

The Gift

It was nearly mid-February now. The evenings were pleasant and the nights were not so chilly anymore. The big quilt had made way for the thinner blanket. Waking up early was back on track (almost). So, the winter gloominess was about to end. Or was it?

Coming back to the room was the most unexciting part of the day. To clear any confusion, she didn't have much exciting life outside of her room, either. But this tiny room and the empty hall was just a reminder of emptiness, which otherwise she didn’t feel because there are lots of things to distract her, when she’s outside. 

Days were just going by and she had started becoming more taciturn than ever to the extent that it had started feeling uneasy.

Tossing her bag to the table, she slowly removed her jacket, and lay down on the bed, thinking what to think now. Unable to find a comfortable position, she turned to her left and something in the corner of the room caught her eye. It was glimmering. 
She got up from the bed, and picked it up. 
"How long has it been there?" 
"Why didn't I notice it before"
"Who kept it?!"
She carefully observed the box, on it, stuck a small card saying, 'Happy New Year'
Well, there was only one way of satiating her curiosity.
Confused, she opened it with anticipation.

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Dear student, 

Here's a gift of agonizing loneliness for an undefined time. It is going to be harrowing for you in due course of time. You may either transform how I want you to, or it may aggravate your situation and make you worse than you are now.  The odds are equal.

It is a gamble. Only time will tell. 

Love,

Life 🌹

Closing the box, she wondered, how can loneliness be a gift?! It was very unsettling.
Keeping the box on the corner of her table, she lay down on her bed again thinking, what to think now again!
(to be continued)

                                                                               

PS Few hours organizing the files on my computer, and BAMM!

I found something.

In the process of sorting files, I found this draft I had written a long time ago which made me realize that even though this blog is going to be 6 years old in a few days, I haven't changed much since I started it. February is my gloomy time after all.
It is intriguing that I was feeling the same some Februaries ago as I am now. 

All smiles! :D

So it’s your regular Sunday afternoon and I was back from the Sunday class.
It had been quite an inactive week.
The usual: Less talking, more sleeping, feeling guilty for not talking and sleeping more.
Today’s day was particularly sad L Amidst the less niceness and more rudeness I faced today, the only thing I started craving for after unlocking my door, slamming it behind me after coming back was: to see a beautiful smile.
And the search began. 

Smile! I need to see someone smile! 
Where can I find a beautiful smile?
DAMN! All the doors in my corridor are locked!
Let me explore foreign territory (Other floors) ..
“Hey! How are.. ”
“Oh Hi! I’m glad you came! You know this thing happened yesterday and it led to this thing today and then….”
“Yaar I’m bored”
“Hello Tikkis! What’s up”
I got very interesting discussions on topics from GATE to interviews to GRE to things happening within the campus (final semester, what can you say!). But didn’t get any smile. I guess my timing was wrong. L
So with heavy head hanging down, I came back and lay down and tried to remember all the smiles I had ever seen. Fortunately I recalled few smiles that I liked to remember. I could count them on my fingers. A true, genuine smile has more healing power than we think. We'll see what it does to you in some time.

When life gifts me days filled with abject misery or I’m feeling hopeless or downtrodden, I don’t require a consoling discussion dripping with pragmatism and logic right away. Being a petulant person, I can guarantee you my mind would wander on its own journey after some three minutes. If you dare continue, I might ruin your day as well!
What I’m trying to say is that the mind is not receptive for logic just for the moment. So however correct the other person might be, their efforts are futile. I would be able to properly understand and work upon the suggestions given to me once I get composed and the mind is placated.
And for that, we don’t need to bother with any lengthy procedures, when just a simple genuine smile would do! I am amenable to that extent that a nakli wala ‘It’s going to be all right’ is an added bonus! J

Coming back to the main point! I would like to describe the most beautiful smile like Joey describes the best sandwich which he could take a bullet for, in F.R.I.E.N.D.S 

So imagine a day when you are at your lowest. One of those days that come once maybe in two months. You have had a rough day, none of your jobs have been done properly and in the evening you are there sitting like a fat lump (or in cases like me, a twig! :P ), sulking, brooding, annoyed by everything coming in your way.

May be your day started off badly and by the time of the sunset, you are infuriated! The mind is occupied and an ugly frown adorns your face. You take quick steps, you are stomping your way till the home and you're determined to rant it out on the next person you see. 

You press the doorbell three times quickly. No one responds for 10 seconds. You do it a couple of times more.

THE DOOR OPENS

And before you say something, the face of the person lights up on seeing you back home. And the smile is so beautiful that it goes right through you. It somehow seizes the permission to remain angry anymore. It makes your insides tingle. And flowers start blossoming inside you like they showed in the advertisement of Strepsils. The volcano, which was on the verge of bursting now quickly becomes dormant. Your breathing slows down, the mercury dips, and as you enter your home, you forget 80% of the reason of your earlier state of vexation and the rest 20% becomes insignificant as the monster deflates slowly. All the irritation, anger was self-created. Why was I angry, again? It's not required anymore. You have found better things to do now!
All the endorphins have been released, the bad mood is gone. At least two hours of being grumpy are saved, you lips are stretched and the eyes are sparkling.

This kind of thing that I was craving for today. 

Isn't it amazing that eyes can convey better and a simple genuine smile can heal quicker and better than hackneyed statements!

The simple joys in life are so inexpensive and therefore should be abundantly scattered yet somehow I found so much difficulty in finding one today.

Anyway the grumpiness ended today when they announced, "A monkey has come inside the hostel. Please get inside the rooms" and the mood flipped instantly.
Blahaha! What is the poor guy doing here?!

So we now come to the end of what I had in mind.

I'm not very sure if I conveyed what I had in mind properly so that you construe it in the way I intended to, but  I'll be sad if this long blog post didn't make you smile even once.
So, here are twins who are happy for the fact that this long post is over now! :D
Tada! 

What Does Your Home Say?

Hearing the word home can bring up different thoughts in different people: Typically, the feeling of comfort and security and delicious homemade food, and family love :)
When I come to think about it, a home is a place where I am always welcome and always wanted and always missed. Home has all the strings which pull back a person tired from the daily ordeals one might have to face. But most of all, it is something I feel, like I can "feel home" with certain people at any place and time.

If you are wondering what prompted me to write this, it was being all emotional while coming to college this time about having lived the last day at the house where I grew up. (Assuming I won't visit before the semester ends, which has a probability of 0.99) We would have moved by then!
Now, the place where anyone spends a significant part of their childhood is obviously dear to them. Because it is only during this time that we can call it unsparingly ours.
This home has seen our first steps, our first fall, our first words, also our first bashing 😕,  our childhood games, fractures, 90s style lovely birthday parties organized by our awesome parents, the first bunch of friends that we made, sleepless nights of the mother when we got sick (it still happens in case of sickness or travelling at night in spite of being miles away), the heart beating uncontrollably on seeing papa's angry face on coming home late for the first time, having cousins over for summer vacations, sibling fights- slaps and punches and tickle wars and scars and scratches yada yada yada yada. 😁
After that, for most people is the phase of wandering, work, or study. Basically trying to relish the moments when we are able to find our way back.
It so happened that while relishing the final moments at the place, a potpourri of emotions welled me up!
I had seen the view around change from 1998 to 2017 and wanted to fix the entire place in my mind like a picture- just as it was.
Mountains on all 4 sides, one side snow clad most of the time,
This place, that wall, this door, that tree, seen two forest fires veryyyy close to the house.

• The wall - where I used to compare my height all throughout my school years. I didn't grow much after 9th standard.
• The staircase- from where I threw my toddler brother and he got his chin cut.
• The aangan- where I was having breakfast in the winter  dhoop when a monkey came and snatched my parantha from my hand and left me in shock.
• The wall- where I banged my brother's head so hard that he is dented for life.
• The room- where we siblings made tents and spent time like adventurers 😉
• The bed- which was nearly burned by sleeping with the heater on.
• The mango tree- which was the center of many of our games in childhood. It's quite an old tree, it still bears fruit :)
• The kitchen- which has witnessed many of me and my brother's experiments.
• The particular spot- where I had seen my one-day old brother for the first time. (First reaction- Is it ours? Chhota kaka? 😳😭😭😭)
• The window- sitting at which we used to wait for our mother to get back from work.
• The edge- holding which my brother stood up for the first time.

Like these, looking at each and every corner, each of them had its own story to tell.
I could never outgrow this place.Wherever I live in the future, I am sure of what picture will come into my head while talking of home 😶
So this was the story of a tearful farewell to a place occupying 18 years worth of my heart's space- which is now safely closed and locked. In the end realizing that the home speaks a lot, maybe equivalent to an encyclopedia, if one can read it properly.
I'll miss the place, I'll miss the faces.
You can't erase, you can't replace it!

I'll try to edit it later to add pictures to compare. The internet is acting up at the moment!

What is your idea of home? (You can drop by in the comments to add :) )

So shall we end this without a song? 

Absolutely not! As Hannah Montana says: 

When the lights go down, it's the ending of the show.
And you're feeling like you got nowhere to go.
Don't you know?
You can change your hair and you can change your clothes.
You can change your mind, that's just the way it goes.
You can say goodbye and you can say hello.
But you'll always find your way back home! 💖

Ek semester to guzariye Gujarat mein- 1

It’s really surprising that even though day by day nothing changes, when you stop at times and look back, a lot of difference is found.

This happened to me when today’s date made me realize that I had set my foot in this state exactly one month ago to spend away 40% of 2016. It really feels like I have been living here since God knows when. It was a remarkable experience living here where they have completely different ways, food (Sigh), people and routine. Also I had to live with someone I had not talked much with during college. But fortunately, we clicked and it has been good ever since.

They say those who both laugh together and cry together share great bonds. Same has been the case with us. We have survived together a drastic change in our routine: Having meals we never imagined having, having dinner when it’s still daylight outside, not allowed to have anything after that, starving most of the times because not able to find the food that we liked, living in an office room, trying to talk to most people in sign language, witness the worst driving skills we had seen ever, being stared at all the time like aliens, finding NO mobile network in the jungle we live so being able to get only 30% of what everyone tells us on the phone, eating paani puri in dinner :O incessant rains the entire time, also witnessed getting back to our room after a long, tiring day and on opening it, seeing people happily sleeping on our beds :O and also people who always talk and never eat, people being interested in the minute-by-minute activities we do, where we go, with whom and why and when and yada yada yada yada :D :O

So we have cried a lot together and at the same time tried to laugh it off, mock on our misery.
There is a separate list of ordeals we face happily in our company.
To be honest, internship like it’s going is nothing like what I had imagined, or wanted.

Having said all that, I would call off this month. It was a good one.

It was only due to the internship that I could have a father-daughter long train ride trip. Plus we saw a new town together. I really cannot remember if there was ever such a time before. Just the two of us.

It was quite scary when he left me there and went away. I was scared. Very nervous.  But that had to end soon. With the passage of time, I started liking the place. I always loathed life in big cities and preferred less crowded places having beauty in its pristine form. This is a beautiful place to live in.

Over time as we tried to understand the ways and system of this place, we have also transformed the office room into our ‘home’, started illegally keeping equipment that would prevent starvation, made few ‘addas’  - places to go in accordance with different moods and wants, learned few Garba moves as well :P There’s a lot of greenery,  a lot less pollution. Beautiful singing by roommate at night makes me sleep good (and jealous)

We are learning to manage things on our own as we are completely alien to this place and  it is pretty exciting that right now, we are neither at home, nor at college.
Thankfully, we have also been successful in finding the EXACT location where we get the blessing called ‘mobile network’. Moving even a centimeter from this spot makes it vanish away. It’s sad to tell those of you who have ever called me in this last month that I really understood just half of what you said :D
We have made friends with pretty interesting people and so we are getting fluent in Gujarati. We are even thinking we could get our own secret language to talk to each other in once we get back to college.  :D
We have discussed a variety of interesting topics at night and also had interesting pieces of conversations with our third colleague who, by the way lives in his own magnificent room and gets shahi paneer in his hostel which has no restrictions of any kind and has his fan-following of ‘dedicated lovers’ in the plant.

Getting friends over, going there, getting here, we have also had our share of 2 small trips till now. They have been such a relief from routine. I hate routine. 

But most of all
The last month has been special because I got above these (trivial, but true and haunting) fears I always had

• ·         The fear of getting into water.

Being born at the coastal region and seeing the sea since I was born I shouldn’t have had it. But I had it anyway. It was when we got to Diu and my friends took each of my hand and we rode the waves together, that the ‘water monster’ shrunk.

• ·         The fear of touching a scooty

I can ride the bicycle well. But there was a big phobia of driving. But then one of them made me drive one which was so scary in the beginning that I had my heart in my mouth. The level of trust was dangerous – with him risking his life and sitting behind me while I was learning. Dangerous because it was almost certain that I would fly our vehicle straight into the water along which we were driving. Luckily it glided gracefully (and very slowly :P ) on the empty road.

I DROVE A HONDA ACTIVA. YAYY!

Sir ghooming gol gol

• ·         The fear of crowded places

This does not mean I would want to go to a crowded location anyway. Recently I had to face a very crowded situation which tickles every time I think of it. People from all directions and half a foot window – what they all want. It was something I was saved from till now by the grace of my lovely friends and family. It was terrifying and hilarious at the same time that I made my way through that like nemo, and successfully did my job and that too- in record time (exceeding my partner’s expectations)
In the end I thought .. Hmmm.. Crowd doesn’t eat you. So I can think of going again if need comes. I’m not saying I’ll go. But I can think of going :P

• ·         The fear of dogs

Well this is not entirely eliminated. But having lots of biodiversity living in my hostel, I at least don’t freak out completely but calmly move along (With heart beat reaching 200)

• ·         In lesser detail, the fear of losing (not 'winning and losing’ losing but ‘letting go’ losing) and the fear of baring the emotions out to anyone.

Dear Internship Devta, keep blessing us with such nice days all throughout our stay here and remove the next set of fears please.
Staying so far away from everyone also made me appreciate my friends even more. I really miss them at times, and every day different situations remind me of each one of them. Really looking forward for 6 more months together.
Will come back with next monthly report of the project ‘Ek semester toh guzaariye Gujarat mein’
Jai Shri Krishna

New nazaara from new hostel window

Caves Part 2

Junagadh ke saathi

Scarecrow

Sunsaan nagar, anjaan dagar

Into the caves

Khaana milne ki khushiiiiiiiii

The Love of Stories ❤

In primary school, I had a teacher who used to tell us moral stories every week. And we all used to listen with awe and excitement. 
Even before that, there was a set of some 5-6 stories that my father used to tell me and brother repeatedly when it was our ‘good day’ before we slept. With all the expressions and sounds and liveliness; those stories sure made his kids either open their WIDE with excitement, or cringe, or cry or be happy. All those stories had little things which he wanted us to learn so he told us those stories over and over again. Whether it was to tell us that good habits will take us a long way in life and bad ones will destroy us, or that we should trust our parents and never hide anything from them, all the stories are etched in my mind completely as they were; word by word to be told to other kids :D   
I’m sure most of us were fond of either listening to stories or storytelling back in the days.

When we grew up however, the frequency got lesser and lesser. But then in 2012, I started following Neelesh Misra on radio and was back to ‘a-story-a-day’.

A couple of weeks ago, me and a friend started listening to his show, “Qisson ka Kona” On Saavn. We have been religiously listening to a story together every day right before we sleep. It has been a wonderful experience. Some days the stories let the tears flow, some days they leave a big smile on the face, and some days, they are just unexpected and leave us surprised and thinking throughout the day. (Don’t judge a story by its title! :P) It’s very common that we end up discussing our thoughts about the stories and the characters.
A lot of times we can relate to them.

The beauty of the entire thing is that: The stories he tells are quite simple, yet very thoughtful. They are not too far-fetched or too impossible. But, they are the things which keep happening with everyone now and then. When we think about it, we meet a hidden corner in ourselves… waiting to expose itself by a stimulus like this. Moreover, we also end up sharing similar things with each other which we never thought we would tell anyone.

In the end, either the sweetness of the story calms us after the ending “Bingggg!” Or they put our thoughts on fire and after that, calms us up. Either way we feel relaxed slipping into the world of dreams, away from our daily routine for some time!

Over this time,

I have found bedtime stories back along with an ocean of secrets, and the strings of our bond have grown stronger: with stories, as well as with each other. :D

In fact, that's what we all will become one day- Stories! :) Or in the evergreen Kishore Kumar's style: "Ek din bik jaaega maati ke mol, Jag mein reh jaenge pyaare tere bol"

Some days, I realize I was cycle waali chiraiyya, 
while on others we reminisce over paper boats, 
or feel sorry about hakim sahab ke chori hue joote, 
or cry our eyes out over the Pashmina tragedy, 
or we cry happy tears when Bangla No. 8 is blessed with children's laughter, 
or I point out to him that he appears to be boss wali beghum's husband, 
or wonder how effortless was making naye dost while falling off the bus, 
or wait eagerly for the reply of the lady who went from Guwahati to Dibrugarh, 
or think how a thing as trivial as a nakhoon would make a girl realize what she wanted from her life and what she didn't.
And on other days, we simply smile at the sweetness of the suicide note, 
or well up because of the innocence of poor Dibiya.
We are loving the stories more and more with each passing day :D

Now if you people excuse us it’s the time to choose today’s story J

Tada :D

Dream, dream - what do you mean?

After a long time, I welcome you to the blog still finding a name :P

I’m done with three-fourth of my college and back to the mountains for the monsoon :D Man! These days are passing slowly and lovely. It’s like a dream stay for a month.- Watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S, Gorging on food, sleeping, reading, and writing something different after newly acquiring taste for Shayari :D

The thing I’m writing about today is what haunted me three days back. So let’s begin:

I am at home. Happily enjoying my afternoon nap. La lalala. When suddenly out of nowhere, one person appears.
“What the hell is he doing in my dream?” I thought. If, out of all the people in the world, I know 100, then he would be probably the 98^th person I would expect to see during my REM.

He is a very nice person and a good friend of mine BUT someone who is unexpected to be seen like this. My classmate from 5^th class was fine, Dora the Explorer is also acceptable, maybe even Narendra Modi would do. NOT HIM. Again: He is a close friend, the kind where you want to break each other’s bones all the time, but NOT HIM.

So we are in my dream and we’re in our college and I have car keys in my hand. I hear the Dean of my college say to us, “Go there carefully and call me when you reach there”.

The next scene I remember is me driving on a beautiful road. Both of us are enjoying the journey so much that it’s evident from our eyes sparkling with excitement of traveling to a new place. Good Road-Trip songs are playing loud and we stop to have some food at a roadside Dhaba.

That’s when I woke up. Confused at what happened just now and surprised that my dream catcher couldn't capture this nightmare. Weird. But it was over. I thought so :P

The dream continued when I finally slept at night. This time we were at my town. And I was searching for the person. I was calling out his name loud!

Too bad, what happened as the dream progressed was that my shouting was not limited to the dream and that I actually started shouting while sleeping. I woke up at 1am in the middle of the process of calling his name loudly.

My mother, who was sleeping beside me also woke up from the noise and started staring. Now I had to explain to her why I was shouting the name of a random person while sleeping. AWKWARD.

Good question. No answer.

This was too much. I took my phone and texted him “WHAT ARE YOU DOING PARESHANIFY-ING ME AT THIS TIME IN MY SLEEP? !@#$%”, and sunao-ed him everything.

Then the beautiful thing happened:

He remembered, and pointed out that exactly 1 year ago at this time on this day we were together in a train going somewhere :O

Oh Wow! Mood swinging. :D I suddenly started laughing. 
My little brain is very good at remembering trivial things, I know. But it’s strange that it periodically recollects memories when I haven’t thought about the journey or that time after that.

Getting this kind of dream one year after something happened amused me and made me remember everything good about that trip, How good the time was, how indifferent we were about each other and how we explored an entirely new place together.

And now, having known the reason for dream-invasion, I happily slipped into sleep again.

Needless to say, the dream continued once again, where I was shaping his teeth with a chisel ... and I kept smiling throughout my sleep (probably) Like this :D

How I passed my Tax exam..

Let us start by learning a new word - 

Before starting.. you must be wondering what's so unusual about passing an exam that it is being written about? People do it every semester.. all the time! Why all this fuss? What's the big deal?

Good question!

Well, It's saturday, I am free, and there is 10am powercut in my college so I don't know what else to do XD

Once more before starting. Have a good look at this picture. These are my seniors- Gobby Sir and Dobby Sir- our heroes of the day. Notice them carefully for 5 seconds.

Okay. That's a lot. I think we should start our story now.

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With burning eyes, when I woke up on Thursday evening was when I realized that the time had come- I can't escape any more now. It was time! Time for what? We'll know as we go on with the story.

This semester I had become more than indifferent towards a triplet of subjects. One of which is the dreadful - Tax Planning and Management. I had never cared about the poor subject and skipped nearly all classes towards the end of the semester.

It was dinner time. I was sweating. With intuition of flunking the exam next day, I summoned bits of courage from here and there and marched over to the NKC like a brave soldier (read: trembling kitten).

It was 10pm And I had finally seen the syllabus, which looked so tiny and I was dreading every minute of studying it. So I did my best to complete my syllabus by taking big-eyed selfies. (First I thought of putting them here, but the eyes were horribly BIG)

That's when our heroes come into picture. Recall what were they doing in the picture? Of course they were studying! 

But what were they studying? Their exam is on Monday! Good people should not study for exam 3 days in advance :P 

These farishtas were studying FBM-321 - Tax Planning and Management!

What? Whyy? Both of them have already cleared the course last year?  I had never seen them studying so sincerely. They were more worried that I should write something tomorrow than I was.. which was bad... And I felt.. bad.

That's when our word -of-the-day comes:

Up went my startled eyes as if at some trick of thaumaturgy

My lovely seniors taught me for sometime, what they taught in the short duration came in my exam! :D

Such nicey-nessss :') Happiness tears flowing. I could feel their pain of first studying their part patiently. and explaining it all to me, that too very patiently. Not getting irritated when I could not understand things at the first time and not angry-ing when I stopped listening intermittently. They did a really nice job of stuffing a bunch of things in my tiny head in a limited time. Bravo! 

(There were a couple of more heroes who gave me NOTES) :D

I nervously looked at the question paper with one eye opened .. and I was chanting Thank you with most of the questions I attempted in the paper. God bless them with straight A's and peri peri chicken :D _/\_

So, how I cleared my exam was nothing less than a miracle. It was enjoyable. It was team effort. 

This was the nicest thing done to me in months.

Sadly, I'll miss being taken care of, like family after Dobby, Gobby, Bobby, Robby and Tobby go away :(

Blah blah blah... Other than this, my past week has been very normal other than the fact that:

• I had cooked spicy paneer
• I had the BEST authentic Bihari chicken cooked by my friends, Bobby Sir and Dobby sir.
• Torn my phone cover into pieces (after which my phone looks miserably naked and laachaar),
• I have had a minor heartbreak
• Finally shared my prized collection of Puraane  Taraane. (because sharing is caring :P)
• Made world record for consuming the largest quantity of Glucon-D in 10 days
• And evaporated slowly to the cruel Delhi Summer.

 Will come back with more blabber after exams. I plan to do A LOTTTTT till June 15 :D Tada!

PS:  Dear FBM 321,

Nahi, hum mein koi anban nahi hai

Lekin ab vo mann nahi hai

Main khud ko suljha rahi hun

Tumhe le kar koi uljhan nahi hai :P

You are not too bad, but seriously not my type :O