I'm sick and tired of you!

Okay Flu, so you caught me, or rather, I caught you, though I had no intention of doing so. Now that you've stayed with me the past three days, giving me sleepless nights and sleepy days, when do you plan on taking your leave? My finals start tomorrow and I have no time to entertain you. The hints I'm giving you are anything but subtle. I must tell you, you must be a little retarded. Cause with all those yucky tablets and that yuckier water coming down my throat, anyone would get the point and take a hike. Let me say it loud and clear now so you understand me this time. GET LOST!!
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Dear Reader,
I'm sorry you had to be witness to that disturbing conversation with Flu. Anyway, I'm feeling better now. Yesterday my head felt like it was gonna explode and my eyes felt like they would pop out any minute. But then mom made soup for me and sat next to me on my bed and stayed awake till dawn just cause I couldn't fall asleep. Boy always tells me that he misses home most when he's sick. Next year, when I go off to further my studies, I'm gonna miss this royal treatment too. Mama, if you ever read this, I LOVE YOU! You're the best!!

Top Ten Quirks

1. I can not stand anyone touching the insides of my wrists. Touching? Did I say I touching.. I cant even think about the insides of my wrists. And I can't continue this post right now cause I'm just so freaked out about the veins that look like they're gonna pop out of my wrists.


Ten Minutes Later..


2. I get really irritated when someone near me is using a pen-pencil. I don't like the noise they make. And the vibrations they give out while drawing lines with them.


3. I don't like animals as pets. I'm neither a dog person Nor a cat person. I cant even manage with a pet goldfish. I don't hate them, I'm not scared of them, I just don't understand them and can't think of a reason why they'd rather live with me than with their own kind.


4. I'm miserable at talking to people over the phone. I just can't do it right (and this includes calling up the pizza joints.) I'd rather go n meet a person, no matter how far he is, than talk over the phone.


5. I hate it, absolutely hate it when people touch me with wet hands.


6. I don't like the taste of water. Everyone tells me it's tasteless, but I beg to differ. I try to force it down my throat but I don't drink as much water as I should. I'm probably killing my kidneys a little everyday.


7. Sometimes I mumble and stutter and slur all at the same time (and I'm talking about when I'm completely sober) I don't know how I manage it. And these periods last from 5 minutes to 2 or 3 hours.


8. I get the craziest songs stuck in my head and mostly it's just one line.


9. I'm hungry all the time, except when I'm eating. 5 minutes later I'll be hungry again.


10. With all the acid attacks I hear about, everytime I turn down a guy, I live in fear for the next one week or so expecting him to pop out from around the corner and melt my face away.

To my very loud neighbours.

Dear neighbourhood brats,

You've got your summer vacations. I get it. You are boys and boys will be boys. I get that too. Further, you're Indian boys and Indian boys during their summer vacation have to play cricket. I'm no fool. I've been in India for the last 12 years. I've been in this very building for the last 12 years. And so, I understand (or at least I act like I do.) But must you scream so loudly? Especially you. Yes you, the over sized 15 year old with a voice bigger than ****in King Kong's. I have a good mind to thrash you with your own bat. And if I were as strong as I am in my head when I'm thinking of whack the senses out of you, I'm sure to come downstairs and do just that.

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I mean, you're in high school for Pete's sake! Wait till you're in my shoes and you have records to submit and exams to study for. Then we'll see who's gonna play cricket. I understand you have such a passion for the game, prolly more than the entire Indian team put together, but do you have to shout out the howzaaats and the siiiiiiiiixes in such a way that the pillars of the building get cracked? If ever this building collapses, I hope with every tiny vein in my body that it falls on that empty head of yours. I honestly do. And pray tell, why do you have to ride that bike around the building so many times? Go, try the road. I don't care if you don't have a license. It'd be great if you were in jail for a few days.

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I don't mean to sound like your grandmother, shouting at you to keep your voice down, but hello! I stay two floors up and I'm doing some very very important graph work here. So if you don't shut it, I'm gonna wear the shoes with the hardest soles tomorrow and march downstairs and kick your pompous ass to la la land. So for your own sake, put a sock in it.

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Thank you.

Yours sincerely,

Mel.

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Just a thought- "Don't show others how quickly you can go. You might reach the hospital first."

Who am I?

The most logical answer to this question that I can think of is, "I am me." Yup, that's exactly what I am.

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I remember when I was in the 10th we had this talk (yawn) and the lady (who apparently had nothing better to do that day) asked us one by one to stand up and give an answer to the question, "Who am I?" While most of the students struggled to find words to explain who they were, the lady kept repeating, "There's no wrong answer." But when they said "My name is..", she shot it down with, "That's your name. I asked you to tell me who you are." When they said, "I'm so n so's daughter" she said I didn't ask you for you dad's name. When they said "I like this n that" She said "I didn't ask you what your likes and dislikes were." And it went on this way.. In my head the voices kept screaming,"Shut up lady, or I'm gonna hurt you real bad." Sadly I was the only person who could hear those voices. And not soon enough, the bell rang and we ran home, as fast as our legs could carry.

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Now, 5 years later, I still don't understand the point of her question. Sure I am me, but what makes me, me, is my personality and what I am to my parents, my friends and everyone around me. My likings have a lot to do with who I am and so do my looks (and I don't mean to be vain.)

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So who am I? I'm a twenty year old girl. I live in Mangalore. I'm part of a very close knit family. I have a whole lot of friends. I smile a lot. (Anyone who knows me will attest to that.) I love reading. Shakespeare is my all time favorite. I'm 5'5'' and I weigh 45 kgs. N nothing I eat can make me put on weight. (And in case you're wondering, I don't exercise, much to my mother's chagrin.) I'm a li'l crazy and I think it's fun being that way. I like long walks. I love getting wet in the rain. I think KFC is the best thing that's ever happened to chicken. I will soon complete my graduation in Science. I hope to do my Masters in Statistics and in English Literature. I like writing poems. I hate talking over the phone. I'm many things. Many things I'm not. But one thing's for sure. I'm pretty unique, cause I'm the only one who's me.

Just a thought- "Be yourself. Who else is better qualified?"

Everything But Humanity Bangalored?

I'd been to Bangalore over the weekend, with my family and returned just yesterday. And if there's one thing about being in Bangalore that I find quite irksome, it's the people there. It's shocking how travelling less than ten hours to the east can result in such a distasteful environment.

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We'd just gotten off the train when we were accosted by a number of taxi drivers and rickshaw drivers showing so much interest in where we would like to go, you'd think they were in love with us. The only love they really had though was for filling up their pockets. As soon as we spoke of our destination, a hotel, not more than ten minutes away, they started quoting numbers off the top of their heads, numbers like 350 and 400. I had to pinch myself to ascertain that I was not dreaming (having a nightmare actually.) Once I did that, I had to make sure they were not dreaming, so I asked them if they were. We finally found a rickshaw driver who agreed to take us to the place for 50 bucks. We got on the rickshaw and 10 seconds into the ride he said that the place we were going to didn't have any vacancies and that he knew a better place where he could take us. We told him to take us where we wanted to go or not take us at all. He was almost as stubborn as we were and we ended up getting off this rick and getting on another who took us to the place we desired. On getting there we found that there was enough room not only to accommodate us but also to take in the entire of the rickshaw/taxi driver population that was positioned in front of the railway station.

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The days that followed were not much different from the first and we tried to walk, if the distance was agreeable, which resulted in sore legs, for we walked for seven hours straight on Sunday. Bangalore is place where you wouldn't want to meet with an accident, not that one would want to meet with an accident anywhere else, but if you were to have a fall anywhere else there'd be people coming to your rescue almost immediately, in Bangalore though, you'd probably bleed to death before a good Samaritan happens to pass your way. I even had the chance to see an ambulance with a blaring siren, not given a second thought, stuck in traffic like everybody else.

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In the end, the trip was fun, the credit going to all the shopping I did and all the food I ate and none to the people. I must say I'm glad to be back home though, with all the helpful people, the gracious rick drivers and the friendly faces. Where humans are still almost humane.

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Just A Thought- "Man makes counterfeit money, but in many cases money makes counterfeit men."