Friday, December 12, 2008

Pot coffee???No thanx.....




After our second sessionals, I and my friend Nimi(yea, the same person who was with me during the crow shitting incident {refer earlier blog}) decided to have lunch outside…. We had a delectabe plate of chopsuey and chicken hawaiin salad with coleslaw….


And finally for the grand finale we ordered pot coffee….Not that we knew what it was,but it sure sounded aristocratic enough to end a well ordered luncheon…. As both of us waited for a steaming cup of coffee,the bearer placed 3 small silver jugs and 2 ëmpty” cups in front of us….
That was an unexpected shock for us whose normal Nescafe coffee doesn’t taste like it ought to when we make it….And how in the world should one make “pot coffee”???


Nimi couldn’t help exclaiming loudly “I thought we asked them to make the coffee and bring not put the ingredients in front of us”….(which the bearer heard and responded with a slight chuckle!)

We decided to try our hand at the pot coffee too…I assured her it was simple enough and promptly divided the the rich ebony colored luscious fluid into the two cups….Then we added the milk and sugar…stirred and tasted..YUCK!


Nimi tried to make things seem brighter by telling hers was “okay”..(yeah,I tasted that,,,it was worse than mine!!!)….I figured out that mabbe lack of sugar was the reason for the bitter taste…we dumped the white powder only to end up with a worse tasting liquid…Nimi thought it must be the milk that’s missing…Since the cups were filled to the brim we had to painfully swallow half the bitter contents to pour in more milk…Well.that didn’t help either!So finally all the 3 jars were empty and a bitter-sweet ‘éspresso’’stared laughing at us from the two cups….


The news must have spread among the chefs that there were two girls fiddling over a cup of coffe…’çoz a dozen of them kept passing by our table and giving us sympathetic looks which we responded gracefully with a smile and drank under the pretension that it was the most exquisitely made coffee on earth….We couldn’t drink more than one fourth the cup and ran out after stealthily wrapping up those coloured sugar coated jeera sweets (which they give with the bill)in a tissue paper…we had to munch on them for an hour before the exotic taste of our “pot coffee” left our tongue…Atleast now we know one way how not to make a cup of pot coffee…..

How to make good pot coffee (from personal experience)

Ø The dark viscous liquid provided is “not” for two cups and should be put in a minimal qty into the cup.
Ø Add milk and sugar…Keep stirring and tasting at intervals and add the appropriate ingredients…Don’t overdo the whole thing…
Ø Lastly,even if it turns out bad,drink it with an air of grace as if nothing has gone wrong…
Ø And don’t foget to be thankful to this great soul who taught you how to brew up a good cup of pot coffee(after ordering it from a restaurant of course!)



Seminars.....


Seminars….That was our new mode of internal assessment….Each one had to present something in front of the whole class..The girls saw it as one golden opportunity to repay all the pranks I play on them ….They knew my weakness for laughing nonstop at every stupid thing on the planet and taking a long time to recover from it (read as NEVER recovering from it)

On Friday there was a ‘’big’’ discussion just outside my room on their plans…Seriously I never realized that they loved me soooooo much until that day….Gayo voluntarily took up the responsibility as the master planner of the game..I still suspect that they even took references from “101 ways to spoil a seminar”….So finally there were to be posters reading “true friends”[ that’s a reealy long story…mabbe ill post a blog on it some day]…..Another one showing the picture of a cake [im crazy to the core abt cakes]…The gals were kind enough to inform me beforehand that they are gonna buy pastry 4rm the nearby bakery and eat it when Im giving the seminar…yeah,all 9 of them!!There were to be flashcards showing the letters ‘’M’’ ‘’O’’ and “H”[that’s related 2 a certain movie craze of mine which id rather not pen down…;)…] which were supposed t be flashed like how the cheerleaders do….I even saw them practising with the crap and Gayo was synchronizing the timings…..Oh My!!!There was even a proposal to wave striped shirts knowing my obsession for them…the girls managed to have anything and everything that would make me laugh on stage….The elaborate planning completely freaked me out….

There were demo sessions too….(awwww,….how sweet of them!!!)….Not with all the posters,but jes the MOH one….Well,I never went farther than the ‘’gud morning” part(which itself was wrong because it was supposed to be a good afternoon….they took 2 demos the previous day and 3 on the seminar day….all were perfect (4 them)…I didn’t even utter the topic’s name…just looked blank…smiled…laughed…and then laughed again….

Well,the most awaited day finally came….No pleading or coaxing would make the girls turn back from their plans…. I was kinda scared to realize that im gonna screw up my seminar in front of 82persons and thus be a laughing stock for everyone…

Sadly,a test sprang up,so all the gals had to bunk the class 4 their usual last minute study….And worst of all it was a sir who came to monitoir the seminar not the usual maám behind whom we could do anything to freak out the person giving the seminar..And the sir went on to the extent of asking questions between the seminars(as though anyone ever listened!)

So finally,nothing happened,…The whole two hours ppl came up on stage..gave their seminar and sat down quietly…’’Boring’’is an understatement…..I later admitted to Gayo that I wished something actually went wrong….Sometimes life gets more colourful when things go wrong,doesn’t it?

Another set of hols

Another set of hols come and my blog gets ready to receive its set of three posts…Yes,finally college has closed and as usual I have pledged to be loyal and devoted to my blog and update it regularly and not shirk from my duties like how it happens after two posts in every vacation…As usual joblessness and my love for writing stuff contributes to the new(rather “dusted up óld’’)resolution….This time ive decided to write on anything that comes to my mind çoz life was pretty boring in the last sem and im devoid of anything interesting to write….;)…There are a few ppl out der who come and talk abt my posts to me.. I really cant understand why people come and compliment you on your posts rather than leave their comments on the blog….(guys,pls do that from now on….Atleast it gives others who visit this blog a feeling that though the least updated,its not the least read blog on the planet..;)…so im gnna bog away this sem…Lets see how long this updating business lasts….

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Once a victim....

Amma,with both her parents in the teaching profession, wouldn't think of spoonfeeding her kids....
Any doubt would result in her ususal monotonic "Rachelin, bring the dictionary"..Ma was even more adamant not to help with the meanings of the words either..It seems you learn better when ya do it by yourself...;)....So a simple doubt would always result in me looking up the meanings of word after word and eventually forgetting what the original one was...I surely didint increase an inch of my vocabulary or verbal ability with her method...

So when my sis grew older,I realised that another victim was growing up and I would gain freedom....I began listening behind the door and relishing the ma-daughter conversations they had...I would smile with glee when she got pinched or beaten for being naughty...I would grin with pleasure when she got scoldings...And strangely ma always used the same dialogues...So it was almost like listening to the whole thing that I experienced once again and joyfully realising that Im no longer the prey...;)....

So I was naturally pleased one fine morning when my sis asked her a doubt....I faintly heard it as I awoke from that deep slumber I was having beneth my bed covers in my locked room....That was it...Imagine the joy of seeing her take the encyclopedia and rummaging through the pages helplessly..Whoa....I smiled my sadistic smile and quietly opened the door to hear longingly ma's "Bring the encyclopedia"...
I was already practising the smirk I should give my sis when she plodded past my room to take it.....Or maybe I should settle with a sympathetic look!!Or maybe...I couldnt decide....And then I heard a familiar "Rachelin, bring the dictionary...."

Some things never change...Once a victim,always a victim........

Thursday, June 12, 2008

when life gets tooo ""Happening!!"

Hmmm....ever felt that your life was not happening???Pray...even if you feel so,donot announce that fact...NO,Never do that...Announcing it to some is a grave mistake that many young ppl, make...And announcing it to every being in the surroundings is a graver mistake that certain bigger dunces like me make....I did that once when my college closed and we thought of chilling out in the city...Before we started out,I was frantically pleading with Nimi's sis to cut off her hair and have it spiked...and then streaked blonde....That would be one bold thing to do..right..I wanted us to do something different so that we can all laugh about it later....Well, my friends wernt all that impressed with my creative ideas and mercylessly discarded all of them...
the whole episode started when the four of us got off the bus...i got down last from the bus ...And then..Well..to tell formally,a velvetty coated crow(well...that jes 4 an intro..i didnt see the bird..) emptied the contents of its stomach(which i presume was fully fiilled) on me.....Yeah,dats wat happened!!!!!

And I said,"Oh shit!!!"
And the three of them kept staring at me without the least concern to hide their laughter and said in unison "Yeah...its crow shit"

You cant even imagine how it feeels when you are near a busstop with ppl staring at you and some even laughing when you were building castles in your mind about the awesome day you have at your hand to have lunch with friends and then hang around at the mall and you had spent hours before the mirror to look your best....O my..all dreams just poofed in a jiffy....

Nimi's sis said"Hey this is more "happening "than having spiked hair!!..."
(of course i received her comment with grace though i was swearing in my mind!)

The worst part was that none of us had tissue or any piece of cloth with us to wipe away that crap..We were all clad in jeans, so no chance of a chunni either....Thankfully Anu's new handbag had an inbuilt diary which she must have treasured to pen down her secret thoughts...and i mercilessly tore off all the pages from that to wipe away the marks of the disaster that took place mumbling a thanks under my breath and pretending not to see her eyes shooting the question"Did you even ask ??"....Well...what are friend's for??

We rushed off in an auto to the mezban restaurant and i sped off liuke a monkey whose tail was on fire to the washroom with Anu behind me with a bunch of tissues....the whole architecture of that washroom was wrong...With the washbasin at one end and the dustbin at the otherand a round glasspane at the door ....Nimi said it was a funny sight to see me running back and forth through the glasspane...(Bet it was a funny act for me too)..I was totally hysterical and poured water all over my kurti....(Thankfully Anu stopped me)...And i shampooed the sides of my hair with the handwash there....Well i had to wet the other parts of my head too to give a nice gelled look....And then the white tissue paper clung to my hair in bits and pieces which took a loong time 2 seperate 4rom my black strands....
Finally I came out in a presentable form....oh yes...it was an awesome day...and everyone had a big laugh at my expense.....

Not to foget that disasters continued...I guess that particular crow must have mde a special mention of me in their committe...'coz after that I had to literally protect myself wid helmet and armour..its as though the crows have found me as a favourite spot to relax themselves...Things got soo bad that Anu even resolved not to walk with me unless she had an umbrella....She says I have some magnetic attraction to that crap...well,what can I say?? Some ppl are just born with it....And their lives end up to be very happening!!!

My cold war with the means of transport....

One of the first things that ppl advised me to do in my hols is to learn driving....It seems driving is one of the easiest ways to spend the neverending time that we get in the hols....At first even I was enthusiastic about it...but then I happened to recollect my history with the various means of transport....Vehicles(any vehicle as a matter of fact) seem to be allergic to me.....Ive never fared well with any kind of transport...My silent war with automobiles,unknown to the rest of the world and even to self, began from the day i was born...im not kidding....The whole Indian traffic came to a halt when I opened my eyes and utterd my first cry..It was an "All India Harthal" that day...Maybe it was another way in which the four and two wheeled creatures staged their protest and reaffirmed that this Piscean female will never get lucky with vehicles...

Well....Things didnt stop there.....calamities continued just like inexplicable events that follow the cursed princess in every fairytale...Yeah....When I began boarding buses,I always ended up in unknown places....Either I would sleep off or board the wrong bus or merely get down at the wrong stop...I guess my brain is "transport challenged"...I cant comprehend a sense of direction no matter how familiar Iam with the places..or maybe the buses suddenly get life when i ebter them and purposely dump me at the wrong places.......Well about cycles...Tricycles were fine when i was small...But the 2 wheeled ones, I could never balance...Or mabbe the cycle couldnt balance my weight...Not my fault!!The same thing with scooters and all....

Train journeys were still better...Though the last time I came home I boarded the wrong train at night..And the fact that not one of the flights that i have boarded has taken off without being dealyed by a few hours(kkk..no exagerration..mabbe 2 of them must have taken off on time..) further ascertains the fact that iam a black cat to every other soul in whose fate is embossed a journey with me....I'd rather not talk about what happens in the connection flights!!
So dejected was I wen my friend advised me to get virtual....Comp games with me commanding the steering was a welcome option...Well...wasnt lucky there either.....The message "Sorry...you are driving in the reverse direction" used to blink evey 5 minutes.....virtaul or real,vehicles dont like me being near them....

so im still wondering whether I should even think of learning driving...incidently one of my biggest dreams is to ride on a bike..god knows what will go wrong then....lol

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

restarting???

hmm...another year has passed...a 3mth vacation again....as usual...jobless and wondering wat to do....then this idea of restarting the blog comes to my mind..i did jes 2 entries in the last vacation coz i realized dat updating the blog was pretty tiresome and iam a lazy bum.....well...frankly speaking,its not mi idea....its all a result of ma friend neethu's persuasion...(nagging is a more apt word)...truly speakin' i think its another one of her malicious endeavours to project her own blog(though i mes admit its pretty gud..)in a better light...im sure its another way to make her way to the spotlight by makin' ppl compare hers wid mine...hehe....as usual i sit in front of the comp wid mi mug of tea..o yeah...im into greentea now...not coffe...n it tastes gross jes like all dat ppl advertise as being healthy.....so lets c how long this goes...n neeths,i need topics 2 blog on darling!!!