Hurdles

I have been thinking about how I could have been in stand-up comedy if it weren't for a few glitches :

- Apparently, you need to be audible. (So this is what is called an insurmountable obstacle... sigh!)

- Oh, and also funny. (I mean, outside your head - inside, I'm hilarious)
   (It turns out you can also pretend to be funny, but unfortunately for me, I am not a fan of certain types of 'comedy', nor do I want to do them myself... Oh, looks like I'm an elitist now)

- And you apparently need to be in the limelight. On a stage. In front of people. *Gasp* (If only stage-fright didn't kill me...)

- Oh, and your jokes need to be something that people can 'get'. (Tough one, that - I often end up having to explain a joke (which kind of sucks out all the fun), or having to remind someone that it's a joke)

- Plus, you need to keep your face straight. (Which I've been only partially successful at - either I keep a very straight face, or I start laughing well in advance - "hey, there's going to be a joke, it's going to be so funny, you know... Come on, now!" )

- Humor is hard work (Biggest hurdle, if you're even half as lazy as I am...)

- Oh, and you need some motivation/encouragement. (A sarcastic (and way funnier) brother; who starts laughing (pretends to, actually) and then says, "you said you were going to tell a joke, so I started laughing already" and then stops when you have delivered the punchline, isn't exactly encouraging. Nor is the friend who says, "Oh, is this supposed to be a joke? Should I laugh? Hee hee hee")

No wonder then that I haven't started my career in stand up comedy. Yet.

Maybe in another lifetime. Or in another world. Or in the current one, if any of the predicted apocalypses happens...

Until then, folks...

SC special

So, dear boy SC gets a post of his own. He's convinced that only evil ghosts read my blog, and so, dear reader(s), make a note of this insult to you. (Please feel free to contact me, I'll be happy to give you his contact details so that you can have your sweet revenge - just let me watch :P)

SC has been one of my latest victims - I end up talking to him for hours, why, one night, I thought it was still 22:15 and then I realized it was way past midnight, and there I was, still subjecting that poor soul to my continuous chatter. I don't know what all we spoke or why - it was all rambling on and on about random topics.

Maybe I should (re)introduce SC. Let's see - SC is this (now) summer student in our department, yes, one of those all-the-time-reading-papers-or-running-experiments people. He's the one who drank Horlicks (no, SC, I'm not revealing anything further ;) ), the one who eats cup noodles but refuses my offers of garlic-y rice :P He's the one who actually reads a lot of science stuff, but makes it sound as if I read/know a lot. I'd mention some of the things he's introduced me to, but I don't want to create any scandals, you know ;)

I wanted to write a lot more about him, but as he's out of sight at the moment and I have no idea where he is, I'll save the rest for later, hoping that he'll provide some juicy gossip-y material worth telling the world about.

And also, he's promised me a royal dinner, which I'm still waiting for ;) Maybe that'll be worth writing about, and induce poetry that only good food can...

Until later, dear evil ghost readers...

You can find me

- fidgeting in my chair in the lab
- pacing the corridor
- cycling/walking with a random grin plastered on my face (and often trying to suppress a giggle - the evil brain in my head keeps cracking inappropriate jokes when I'm by myself, or just goes 'por cierto,tan-tan-tan-TAN!' on an infinite loop)
- nose buried in a book (these days, it's the same one for weeks together :( )
- drinking coffee at ShopCom (while ruing the fact that the place now looks like a park with concrete benches)
- sitting with SM at ShopCom and asking her to shut up and drink her tea :P
- with SC, going on and on about the most random things. (This is valid for a few more days, at least)
- fidgeting with my phone and itching to call SM every other minute until she arrives
- trying my best to stay awake (in the lab and at dinner)
- in the football ground on some evenings - just sitting in my corner and watching people play
- walking, lost in my own world (& at times, in music)
- on the phone, nowadays arguing with my brother about the World Cup
- with a vacant expression on my face - "Huh, were you talking to me? What? Oh!"

(This has been lying in my drafts folder for a very long time, so I thought I'd just post it)

Celeb dreams

I have been stuck with this song for a few days now, with the result that this morning, I dreamt I was at a window of a NY skyscraper with Neil Nitin & Katrina, and I took a bottle out of Neil's backpack and chugged at it only to realize it was beer. Meanwhile, Katrina was hunting in my backpack for a water bottle.

Is this the kind of thing people talk about when they talk about dreaming of celebs?

The filmi life

I've been writing this post for a few days now... In my mind, that is. I'm finally actually posting it... (Rejoice, world :P).

Recent events in my life are making me think my life is part of some Bollywood-Kollywood-Tollywood movie - with me as the "heroine" and many different "heroes" :D

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SM tells me I walk as if I'm in a "pellikoothuru" (pardon the spelling!) ceremony every time I carry a hot cup of tea. I call it being careful and concentrating... Perspectives, you know ;)

Anyway, SM says that this 'act' of mine must be impressing a lot of guys. I've been told that I walk like a child and like someone in a permanent hurry to catch a bus - given that a 'delicate' walk isn't exactly my forte, you can judge for yourself the veracity of SM's claims. 

(And if by any chance any (I think 'either' would be more accurate) of the people who reads this has been "impressed" by me/ is my "fan", I request thee to grant me the honour of knowing who thou art...)

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GC and I were chatting the other day, and I have no idea how, we got talking about marriage and spouses , and the discussion ended with an agreement 'Jaane tu ya jaane na' style! :D :D :D  And so, GC is going to find me a partner on campus. :) :) :)  I have to do the same for him, apparently... (Sigh! that sounds like it needs me to come out of my slumber)

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Oh, does being compared to Shraddha Kapoor count as a filmi event? :P

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Ah, back to SM - that girl, she tells me dialogues like, 'Guys will see you and think, "ammaailu ante ilaagae undaali" ':D (The flip side is that I end up remembering this dialogue at the weirdest of times!) I believe such dialogues belong in the movies... :)

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Oh, and apparently, I'm dumb enough to not realize when someone is trying to "line maarofy" me, as dear SM puts it. But again, she probably thinks I'm some sort of a filmi heroine :) Poor mistaken soul...

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The other day, I was just having coffee and talking to SC when I realized I was doing exactly what I've seen in movies and read about in lifestyle articles - play with my hair, laugh... Gosh!

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I'm suddenly stuck with a spate of Hindi songs, so the background music for my filmi life plays in my head. At times, the soundtrack doesn't exactly match - romantic songs while discussing with my prof, and sad songs while having fun with friends, well, you get the drift... (Editor of my life's story, are you listening?)

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It's time to say goodbye (my mind is singing this Andrea Bocelli-Sarah Brightman style... Con te partiro, indeed)

(A lot of delays and losing trains of thoughts are the cause for all the disjointedness (is that even a word?) in the post)

Adios, folks :)

"You're not the only one"*

SM keeps telling me I have a bad habit (actually one of many, according to her ;) ) of drifting off when she's talking to me, and asking questions which she'd have just answered. Like, she'd be telling me what she'd brought for lunch, and next moment, I'd ask her, "so, did you bring lunch?"

Something of this nature happened this morning, but for once, I was at the receiving end... I'd called my mother in the morning, and was telling her I was going to take a bath. Next moment, she asked me, "So, are you in the lab?" :| (I've always wanted to use this ;) ). I pointed out to her that I don't usually take a bath in the lab :P

Anyway, I was glad I wasn't the only one who asks questions this way...

On an unrelated note, I met ASJ in the morning, and I asked her when she'd woken up... She said "8 o'clock". & for some reason, I heard it as, "Yesterday". I pondered for a couple of moments before asking her, "This morning?", and she said, "I just told you... I woke up at 8". And then things made sense...

And so I drift off again...

(*- Whenever I encounter the line, "you're not the only one", or even think it, my mind starts singing the "you're not the only one" from November rain, and the one from Answer lies within, in a loop playing over and over again till I some other (& usually weirder) phrase takes it place and another song starts playing in a loop. Sigh! Oh, to have a mind without the constant background music... )

"Who is he?"

That's what my friends asked me when I sent them a childhood photo of mine... Sigh!

Senorita B was the only one who asked "is that you?"

Well, V did say I was cute and innocent... well, even he had been about to ask, "who is he?", but I forestalled it by asking, "Do you recognize me?"

The drastic measures I have to take... Sigh!