Up in the sky...

Hello all :)

I'm realising that my stories are growing longer!But I can't help it :( I've so much to write under a particular heading!

Now today's topic is:Up in the sky...

When I was a kid,I used to be fascinated by aeroplanes and airports.My grand dad was abroad and it was a big ceremony at home to go to the airport to pick him up every year.The airport was quite far from our place then and I don't remember going to the airport when I was small.But I have a vague memory of sleeping in the car during my entire journey to and fro ;) (Why did I even go??)

My first flight trip was to Mumbai when I was in the 4th std. I was feeling very excited and proud at the same time.Do you think its a petty thing to go in a flight??How many of my classmates would have gone in flight??I agree that I'm going to Mumbai..so what??

The day dawned bright and clear.It was an early flight and so we did not take our breakfast.So Achan Amma and my younger brother Appu were there with me.They sat together and I was asked to sit in a seat just infront of them.So I looked like I was travelling alone.

Everything was fine.Seatbelts..safety demo..Then came the time for coffee..

They served me coffee..Wow!!coffee from an aeroplane..

I took the first sip and thank God I didn't spit!!There was no sugar!I cursed the well dressed air hostess who served me coffee with a pleasant smile.(I was so happy when she called me Madam.And she served me COFFEE WITHOUT SUGAR??Sweet smile while serving not-so-sweet coffee??)

I still don't know why I drank the whole cup!Then I was going through the small packets that accompanied the coffee to find spoons forks and SUGAR!!!!

WHY THIS KOLAVERI DI???

I was almost in tears when I saw a not-so-young lady(50+) sitting across me.She was HUGE and she looked like she had taken a dip in makeup.Red lipstick :P and dyed hair and heavy eye makeup.

As it always happens to me, she caught me staring and she smiled to me and asked me to go sit next to her!I smiled and looked away.And soon the time to land came(1 hour journey right?)and then our lady started doing make up looking into her compact mirror and the funniest thing is the old man who was sitting next to her(who was asleep and snoring till then)was staring at her open mouthed.(I had company ;))

That was Journey No:1

The next one is the most memorable aeroplane journey of my life..The events were such that I can never forget it.

I was going to Mumbai..all alone..by flight..after my 10th standard.The date was April 2 2006..

I was feeling extremely nervous but I acted confident.

As I was going by flight,Amma got me new dress-thats another story..we went to buy pants for me..I still have no idea why I bought pants.That too cotton bell bottoms!!Not one..but 2..black with white lines and white with black lines.

I felt like killing myself when I saw the bill

Men's pants(2)

What an insult!I agree I'm fat but no ladies pants which will fit me??Tragic!

I was a "style diva"then.I wore cotton bell bottoms with a KURTI!And the hairstyle would have suited only a saree.I had thick bushy eyebrows and oiled hair!

Thinking about it now,I feel I would have been awarded some wardrobe malfunction award for my 'costume'

The flight was at 2.I was busy shopping in the morning that I did not have time for breakfast.

I was done with the security check and check in and finally I got into the flight and took my seat.

Even though I didn't look exactly like Rani Mukherji,I can expect Saif Ali Khan to be sitting next to me na??Some story like Hum Tum?

But I turned sideways to see a sour faced guy sitting near me and he looked as if he owned Jet!

Shattered dreams!!

So,I was looking forward to see the heavily made up female flight attendants when I realised that they had male flight attendants..They were very good looking.The flight took off and then I wanted water.I practised my dialogue for about three times so that my English sounded good(14 years of Anglo Indian education and still!!)

"Excuse me,could I have a bottle of water?"

This is what  asked for!!

Then we were served lunch and I ate well compensating for the lack in breakfast too.

Then it was time for landing when I started feeling dizzy.I felt sick and wanted to vomit.

Without any practice I asked the flight attendant if i could use the washroom.

"No Ma'am,we are getting ready for landing.Please be in your seat!"(Then why are you roaming about idiot!!)

I wanted to die then and there..OMG what if I vomit!!God!!It will be soo embarras.....BLAH..pause..BLAH

I VOMITED!!!

I looked left and right..Thank God!Noone saw me!But what a mess..I had no idea that there were bags kept in the pouch in front exclusively for this purpose because I didn't listen to the instructions..Thanks to my over confidence of this being my second trip by flight!

With all the towels in my hand I managed to clean up the mess..and splashed water on my dress..The bead work which adorned my kurti was now a mixture of beads and puke!Thanks to that,I looked normal.

Then the stupid flight landed and the flight attendant(Why did he look old and dark to me now?)came and said"Thanks for travelling with Jet"(Shut up fool!!)

I entered the airport and without second thought ran into the washroom and cleaned myself.

Then I went in search of my luggage and in the process managed to drop the heavy suitcase on a foreigner(Welcome to India!Have a pleasant and now painful stay!)

"You have to pull a trolley and not push it..because when you push it,it goes in the direction it wants."

This is a very important piece of information.But you will never realise it till you experience the embarrassment of pushing a trolley and the stupid trolley going zigzag with you and hundreds of onlookers!!

I met my aunt and there were no hugs.Thanks to the great aroma I was spreading all over!

And my small cousin was very frank when she told her Mom,"Chinnu chechi is stinking."

Tujhse naaraz nahi zindagi...hairaan hoon main..

Lesson learned:Do eat properly before you take a flight.There are bags kept in the pouch infront of you,if you feel like vomiting.

You have time for one more lesson??

My Mom was planning to go to Mumbai to meet some of her school friends and I tagged along.We were going just for 3 days(busy people,you see ;))and both of us were feeling high and mighty about it.

"You see,we are going to Mumbai for 3 days and thought we'll travel by flight..Tickets are a bit costly..still..we are used to the luxury" ;) (BIG DEAL!!!)

So we went and other than me almost falling while trying to put the hand luggage into the cabin above us,thanks to my height,the onward journey was eventless..

So when we were returning from Mumbai,we were waiting in the lounge when we saw a man whom we knew who had a small business near our house!IN THE AIRPORT?

He came and talked to us and he was like"I came yesterday to get stock.I travel to Mumbai twice in a month and prefer flight as it is more comfortable."

Two sentences..changed our lives!All the boasting and high and mighty attitude washed away in a second!!

Lesson learned:Never underestimate a Malayalee and NEVER EVER BOAST!!OR FEEL SUPERIOR!

In the remaining flight trips I stuck to a rule"SLEEP"or in Spicejet where they don't provide food,you'll have to buy cashewnuts worth Rs.100.Better than saying no and seeing their expression which screams"Kanjoos(Miser)"is sleeping..

So that's all about my eventful flight trips :)

Hope you enjoyed!

Wherever I go,embarassment follows me..I'm like this only!!

Do I know you???

Ladies and gentlemen

Its me again!

Now that I've started,I can't stop..the same is the case when I start talking..I go on and on...I'm like this only!!

People who know me well,know that I'm filmy!Be it in dialogues or the drama I do or the numerous expressions that come to my face(My GADS call me ABHINAYACHAKRAVARTHINI OR DRAMA QUEEN)and I enjoy being the way I am..It's nice to be silly..

My perspective is:life will be serious with you most of the times..even though you get equal opportunities to be happy and sad, the sad ones look longer and more difficult than the happy ones.

So instead of being serious and showing off, its better to be silly and jolly and happy(I'm not asking you to be silly and start laughing when the teacher is taking a lecture!But you know..)Life may be serious but you can always find ways to just tickle it and make it laugh!

Oh!I'm blabbering..I thought of writing about something else!!

Atleast some of you would agree with me if I say that its a blessing to remember peoples names even if you have met them only once.

Some people can't connect names and faces.

But remembering people can be a curse too..

I'll tell you of the funny experiences I had because of my photographic memory!

My memory is really a cheater.It remembers things like people and their details and incidents and at times even the colour of the dress I wore while talking to some person.

But when it comes to studies,my memory back stabs me.I prepare a question and go for an exam and God decides to ask me the same question,but at the same time my memory goes on vacation!I GO BLANK!

I stare at the question..read it over and over again..I'm still blank..then I just look around..I see some guy..and someone inside me starts chanting

NAME-XYZ

DEPT-MECH ENGG.

PLACE-ABC

OTHERS-Plays football daily from college ground,is interested in PQR of some class,supports MNO party etc

Then I look back at the question paper and my memory shuts down.

Then later I start looking around,I see some girl and memory back to active mode:

NAME:GHI

DEPT:ECE

PLACE:DEF

OTHERS:has a boyfriend,had a backpaper the previous sem,etc

But once I look back at my question paper: KORA KAGAZ THA YEH MANN MERA!!

Now what happened recently was:There was a girl who was my classmate in my entrance coaching class.We had a mutual friend.So one day we met from a mall.I was with that mutual friend and some other friends.On seeing the girl,I went to her and said"Hi!How are you?"and the look she gave me asked "Who are you?"and she just turned to talk to that mutual friend of ours!Even when our mutual friend introduced me,she couldn't place me :P When I walked back to my friends' table they greeted me with straight faces but burst soon as I sat down!

Even worse!I was in college and there was a guy who was a singer.We had mutual friends and my friend always spoke about him.

“I know him..he doesn't know me” scenario!

Years later,we were paired for a training programme and we were asked to introduce ourselves to our partner.I was done with my intro and when he started I felt like yawning,because I knew all that!I got so bored by the time he reached”My department is”, I completed it for him!OOPS!!I DID IT AGAIN!!

He looked at me with this weird expression which asked"Do I know you?"

I had such a tough time explaining that my room mate who was his friend talks soo much about him!!(She doesn't know that I told him such a big lie :D)But he didn't look convinced :D

This is my favourite!

Years ago,when I was in my B.Tech 2^nd year,I acted in a Hindi drama for an inter college fest.(Don’t laugh!!I can act ;)) My role was that of a small village girl.

So,the drama was at 2am.The makeup man was soo talented that I ended up looking like a trapeze artist. I looked PINK!!Too much of blush!!And red lipstick!(In which village of India do girls look pink with lipstick??)

So I went backstage and was talking to a friend when a senior guy came and talked to me(I’m sorry to say that I don’t remember his face any more :( But I appreciate his guts to come and talk to me.I looked more like a ghost that day!!)

I gave my bio-data and after the drama got over, he came and appreciated me(People do recognize talent :P)

Then,we met in college and we used to nod and smile to each other!

But one fine day when I smiled he looked at me as if I was a stalker!!

Why is she smiling to me??Was she following me??

Sheesha ho ya dil ho..aakhir toot jaatha hai!!

I didn’t know he was affected by AMNESIA!!

Suresh Gopi dialogue"Ormayundo ee mugham??Ormakaanilla!!"(Remember this face?")always holds true for me!!

Then another one was,there was a guy to whom I had talked once from my GATE coaching class,he was from Kerala.And we didn't meet each other for months and when we finally met after a long time,a mutual friend introduced us and I was like"We've talked to each other."and that guy was like"When?"and the embarrassed me explained and he couldn't remember(As expected!)and finally the expression he had was "Everyone knows me but I don't remember anyone.Silly fans!"I felt like kicking myself!

Trust me friends, this is the worst that can happen to a girl :D

Guys looking at you as if you were following them and as if you’re a stalker :P

Thank God!None of the above guys told me this dialogue”Please don’t follow me.Please think of me as a brother!!”

So I decided to experiment my theory:

If you recognize people they just ignore you.What if you pretend not to recognize them??

I saw another guy from office who was also my classmate from coaching class."Once bitten twice shy"and so I didn't go and talk.But one fine day,I thought.If I go and say"Hi GHI,I was in your class.Remember me?"the answer will be NO for sure.

So drama queen in action!!

I went upto him and with this raised eyebrow expression,asked"Excuse me,are you from Calicut?"Surprised he replied,"Yes"."Actually you looked familiar.So I just wanted to confirm.Did you go to this coaching centre?""Yes""Me too.Maybe I saw you from there.And your name was?"(Soon after I asked this question,my mind chanted.Name:GHI Place:Calicut School:qrs College:TUV) He asked me a few questions and we parted!

So having a good memory when it comes to people is not such a great thing folks!!It's inviting embarrassment!!

I know people who think that by saying"Sorry!I don't think I remember you"they become high and mighty(Not all,but some!)It implies that they don't have the time and memory space to remember people like you!Some people even enjoy seeing the others helpless expression while explaining when and where they've met!

Next time you see me and I recognize you,don't dare to ask"Do I know you?" ;)

See you soon...

I am like this only!!!

The Train!

Hey!!

I don't know if you people are still enjoying my stories..but I'll keep writing ;)

It was as if I was waiting for such a chance to share my silly stories...anyway it feels really good to know that atleast some of you are enjoying reading this...Thanks a lot for your comments...Do let me know your opinion about my blog..it means a lot to me :)

I felt really very happy when I saw my Amma reading my blog and laughing!!It was an honour :)

So this time I would like to share my "great"experiences while travelling by train!

When I was small(not that I'm big now,I meant age!),I used to love going to the railway station.That chance came twice a year.To pick my aunty who came from Mumbai and to drop her back there after vacations.

I just used to love that atmosphere..the "chai chai"(later it used to give me a headache),the samosas and other food items which looked absolutely yummy(which its not!appearances can be deceptive!)the coolies in red shirts(Wow!!soo colourful!)and above all the wonderful feeling of meeting your loved ones after such a long time(not to mention the great dresses my aunt used to bring from Aamchi Mumbai)

I don't know why but the recorded voice of the lady who used to give train timings used to sound sooo soothing that I was always the one who phoned up the automatic enquiry(I don't know if my family thought that I was mad to always volunteer to call enquiry whenever someone mentioned it!!)

Then maybe seeing my love for railway stations,God decided that this girl deserves more and I ended up spending most of my days in the railway station and trains(No people..I didn't end up being a TTR..I just ended up travelling by train more often :D)

My longest journey by train was to Delhi and that journey taught me 2 things-
1.Rummy
2.Never travel long distance without a book or music player.There are chances that you may suffer from an acute case of boredom ;)

The shortest one was in the Mumbai local-in the ladies compartment and in that journey a fat lady who was unaware of the size of her body tried to kill me.I don't blame her!Thanks to my height,I didn't come in her normal sight of vision and she didn't see me and was falling on me!!Thanks again to my height,I pinched her hard and even today she doesn't know what happened to her that day because she didn't see me ;)
#advantages of being short ;) you can always hit and run and people won't even know something went wrong-experiences of a guerilla attacker ;)

So about travelling by train..During my college days I used to travel by train every other weekend to Calicut.So as I mentioned in my earlier blog,none of the college beauties travelled by train and so we were targeted for ragging.

So one such incident was so:
We were on our way to Palakkad(that's where I spent 4 years of my life)and I was seated opposite to a man in white.So I was in 1st year and a serious disorder I suffered was DOUBT(No misunderstandings..I never had a single doubt about any concepts they taught in college ;)) I used to feel that every guy or girl I saw on train is my senior and I wasted a lot of respect on total strangers ;)

So that day,this man in white(he had white shoes and I had this intense desire to make it brown ;))was staring at me!!(He did have the guts to look at me for more than 5 minutes!I appreciate it ;))I was feeling uncomfortable and I shifted to an opposite seat to find myself seated next to a GUY!!I started panicking..Is he from my college?OMG!!
And came the question I dreaded-"Excuse me,ethu collegila?"(which college?-Guys and gals,this question sounds good only in the santoor soap ad.In this condition,I was soo tensed that I wished I never went to college)
And things took a different turn-he was not my senior..was from Coimbatore and he was shocked at the great respect I gave him before he said he was not from my college.I ended up explaining how we get a bit of shock treatment from train.
Then came another twist..Gayathri..seniors are calling you..I turned to see my friend who looked like she was given a good shake..I got up and went to get my quota.

They were 3..senior girls..This big fat me was given very limited space to sit(or float?)and guess what?THEY ASKED ME TO SING!!{Inside story-I've sung thrice from college.I didn't hear all three of them,thanks to the booing crowd.People don't appreciate talent,you see!!}
I started singing Dil hai chota sa because that was the only song of which I knew the lyrics!!
I don't know why I felt like the ladies sitting nearby were searching bags for coins ;)
The song sounded more like the"Pardesi pardesi" and "O Saathi re" we hear in trains..
But I sang..
Not one..but 2 songs..
Kudos to those 3 seniors!!
Now the twist..
They were scolding me as they felt we,the first years were over smart and arrogant and I silently heard whatever they had to say...and then came a sound,"Gayathri!!"I looked up to see my not-my-senior Coimbatore friend standing there..(My heart sang"Tu mera hero No.1")
He had this angry face and he said"Come,Gayathri"
I got up and the seniors were scared"Who's that?NSS?Senior?"I replied,"No,that's my cousin"(All Indians are my brothers and sisters and cousins too")
"Okay,you can go!"
Chalte chalte..mere yeh geet yaad rakhna..kabhi alvida naa kehna ;)

That was one great experience..For the first and last time..saviour!!Mr.Stranger..thank you :)

But my happiness didn't last long.The next week we were standing in the station waiting for our train when two guys came to us.No beauties in that group but they came and asked us where we were going.
We didn't answer for some time but they didn't go and so we answered.Then it was a rapid fire round and we managed to get some answers right.But when they asked why don't we travel together,the "angry young girl" in my group(Not me,I was busy shivering!!) said(in an angry tone)"We know to travel by ourselves!"

Have you seen Sethuramayyer CBI?
Or any such movie?
Some stranger comes and asks you questions and you finally get angry and ask,"Who the hell are you to ask me all this?"and they pull out their ID card and say,"I'm Sethurammayer from CBI!"

Similarly,they said,"We are your seniors from NSS."followed by,"My name is XYZ and he is ABC"(Just remember that!)

How I wished to melt into the ground?(Why does only Goddess Sita get to do that!!We are in an extremely bad situation!)

The story ended with my angry young girl friend singing Jana Gana Mana from the train!!We got a good dose of ragging till Shornur and in many days that followed!!

Don't trust strangers!You may know them :D

Train journeys during our first year at college were really memorable as we used to be "busy"being targetted for ragging.
I pity the bored seniors who were kind of forced to call us for ragging ;)(The pressures of handing down to future generations what you got from your ancestors!In this case ragging)
Another time I sang,and my voice broke when I was at high pitch and the senior had tears in his eyes when he told me that it was the best song he ever heard!!That was the last I saw of him..I know theres magic in my songs!! ;)

You got time for one more important train journey?Which was my last one I think...Shornur to Hyderabad..with a Muslim family.Dad,Mom,Daughter1(D1),Son-in-law(SIL),granddaughter,Daughter2(D2).

They were on a tour to Hyderabad.And I could see that the parents adored the SIL.And he was also a very nice guy.

That night,everyone was ready to sleep.I was in the middle berth and being very frank with you all.Any berth other than the lower one scares me.I don't trust these upper berths to hold my weight.And believe it or not I breathe with extreme care and also stay put for the entire time I'm on it :D

And above all,the Mom who was sleeping on the berth below me was going on asking her daughters if my berth will fall on her!!!(What an insult!!She herself would break any berth falling on her!!)
Soon everyone fell asleep and I was using my loud heartbeat as a lullaby when it started..The Mom was wailing..Saying that the AC was cold!!(!!)My Mom who was in the berth above me and my Dad who was in a different place were sleeping peacefully and their one and only daughter who was scared to death about falling down couldn't sleep a wink!
The Mom started wailing and I managed to put all my courage together to peep down to see D2 peeping outside the window and enjoying the view and D1 dozing off in the sitting position!
Mom's cries grew louder!AC is cold!!I will die now..someone save me!Why did I even come!!(Don't ask me.PASS!)
And the loving daughter told her Mom"Please keep quiet Mom,my child can't sleep!"
I'm sorry to tell you,but I felt like laughing!Her Mom's dying and she's bothered about the child's sleep??
The Dad's snores grew louder!(Why did it sound artificial to my ears??)
And thanks to God..hero arrived..ie SIL and took away Mom.The devoted SIL asked them to increase the AC Temperature and he took Mom outside the compartment.(Aaha!!Yeh bandhan tho pyaar ka bandhan hai!!)
The next day dawned bright and clear and the first dialogue I heard was by D1"Dad,your wife didn't let my husband sleep yesterday"
You all are lucky that I didn't fall off from the berth out of shock and by controlling my laughter!!

People are soo crazy!!And funny too..
You open your eyes and observe them..one thing is for sure,,you'll enjoy it!!
Especially during train journeys,when you are jobless!
Even the lady seated opposite to you, sleeping open mouthed and snoring will have some story!
I'm not being philosophical but such small things provide more entertainment than you can imagine!
Don't let people catch you staring at them!But just observe them..you might enjoy :D

Sounds crazy na??

I'm like this only...

Self Help is the Best Help ;)

  Hey all!!I'm back..

After the wonderful response I got for my first blog I've been soo depressed!

People who know me will understand this statement..I can't handle compliments..I can handle negative remarks and I'm comfortable with it..but you say something good about me,my ''system'' doesn't process it!!Complicated??I know..that's how my mind works!

We'll deal about that later..you'll find it funny..

I've been thinking soo hard about what to write next(It's difficult people!I've lost touch!If you have been doing nothing but eating,chatting,reading novels and watching movies for quite some time-all which doesn't involve thinking hard,you just lose contact with the part of your brain which THINKS!Silly?I know :D)

So,as I said I've been thinking hard..about what next!It should be "readable"na!!

I'm 22 years old and life's been very impartial to me in the matter of experiences..maybe like some of you..Loads of them..majority involving funny and embarrassing situations and too many lessons!!(No wonder I couldn't learn my B.Tech lessons properly..you see..I was busy with the lessons of life :P)

So here's something from school...

Do you have any idea how it feels to be smiling in front of a crowd when all you want to do is cry out loud like a baby??
Yessir I know ;)

I went to St.Joseph's Anglo Indian Girls' Higher Secondary School for 14 years..from my kindergarten to 12th std!!And for 12 years in the same auto rickshaw :D My automaman(maman=uncle)should have honoured me when I finally left his auto(Being frank I didn't leave..He threw me out..coz I was taking up the place of 3 kindergarten kids=3 times the money!!)

I should have been awarded for my consistent performance-every single day of the 12 years I was atleast 5 minutes late to get into the auto :D But ofcourse nothing like that happened!He was just too happy seeing me finally leave the auto that he didn't bother to talk much to me after that day!What if I went back!!

Sorry! I'm missing the crux of our conversation..which is "embarrassing failure!"

You must have seen these teen movies where the plain heroine competes with the smart and beautiful but arrogant girl of school for the Head Girl crown and how finally the invisible heroine manages to be popular and be elected as the Head Girl!And in such movies the heroine looks really beautiful when she gets elected!!

But I've understood that such things happen just in movies!If I'm the heroine,then you'll have to rewrite the script :P

In my "movie",the heroine(that's ME)dreams of competing for the school leader post right from her 5th std and she even practices the speech which would be given by candidates asking for votes..So for 5 years she does the same..and finally she is in 10th std.So she gives her nomination and then its time to campaign!(I didn't have any arrogant villains to compete with! :( ) 

And who said practice makes perfect??I just went blank on the stage when I went to give the speech I practiced for 5 years!!

One tragic thing was..at that point of time I couldn't name one best friend.I used to talk to almost everyone and so never had my very own"gang"

If you remember,in school someone comes and asks you,"Who is your best friend?",you reply and when the same question is asked to your "answer"even she should say your name!She has to say your name!That is mandatory!!(That is,if Gayathri's best friend was Aparna then Aparna's best friend had to be Gayathri!!)

But in my case,I was not sure if my"answer"would say my name and so as I loved my ego,I used to say my friends name who was from a different school.

So my"answer"was also competing for the election.And for the poster making and campaigning I was "friendless"most of the times.

Being the fool I am,I didn't think campaigning was important!According to me,all that was important was having your posters all over school.I worked hard on the posters and some of my friends helped me with it.I hope you won't laugh if I tell you what my sign was!

VOTE FOR PHOENIX!!

Majority of my prospective voters didn't know what a phoenix was :D The one poster I had on the notice board was torn to pieces by the dogs who guarded the convent in our school premises!!:D(Even the dogs didn't like my sign!! :( )

 I will never forgive the person who suggested it in the first place and me being a great Harry Potter fan,didn't think twice..

So,I went just once for campaigning and one day when I was finally done with my poster making and decided to go for campaigning,someone said that my time was up and that I couldn't campaign anymore!!!Tujhse naaraz nahi zindagi..hairaan hoon main!!

So your voting lines are open  and your time starts now!!

Even though I told the world that I voted for some girl...the truth is that I VOTED FOR MYSELF!!

I can justify this-On the day of election,I was standing near the stationary store and when some junior girls came by,I had this expression on my face which screamed "GAYATHRI,NAAM THO SUNA HOGA" Being frank with you all,I felt popular and in a tone of arrogance I asked a girl"Don't mind me asking,who did you vote for?"and she said something(obviously not for phoenix)and when my friend asked"why didn't you vote for her?"(pointing at me) the "voter"girl looked shocked and asked me,"ARE YOU A CANDIDATE?I'VE NEVER SEEN YOU!"

Sheesha ho ya dil ho...aakhir toot jaatha hai..

A sharp needle pierced through my ego balloon!And POP!!MAAR DAALA!!

So self vote justified??What if that girl was a representative of all the junior girls?What if 
no one knew me?

So after the voting...it was time to count the votes...

I was standing right near the entrance to the stage(so that it would be easier for me to go on stage when I win :P) but suddenly I was transferred to another day...

Two years before this incident,there was a girl who got just 28 votes when the school leader that year got 450 votes...

I went pale..I felt like I'm seeing the future...I had laughed so hard on that day 2 years back saying"Poor girl!Why did she even participate in the election?"

Today was my day!

They started counting and suddenly I saw the future....I ran into the nearby chapel and prayed hard(Kaavilamme,shakti taru!!)not that I should win but that I shouldn't cry on losing!

I came back and stood there(Ofcourse not in my old place!!)and then they started counting Leo's votes..I got bored and almost fell asleep when they didn't bother to stop counting after 300..She got 350 votes and the last ballot box was mine!

They opened,they counted and it was over..IT'S MAGIC!!Ellam pettannayirunnu!!

Yes friends I got...ahem ahem!!you see..its just that...I never wanted to be the School Leader...this was just for fun...you thought I dreamt of the School Leader post??Hahaha..No way..responsibilities..I had no time...we were in 10th..I had to study for my Board Exams!(Are you thinking what I'm thinking?SOUR GRAPES STORY???)

I GOT 49 VOTES!!

Thanks to my prayers,I managed to stand there smiling!(49 votes and I had to smile!!)

The acceptance speech I had practiced so well??When and where will I say that?
But even the candidate with least number of votes(The girl who stood 4th had 98 votes!!)got to go on stage and speak,

"Thank you all!!I would like to thank each and every one of you who voted for me(THE REST ROT IN HELL!!MAY GOD PUNISH YOU!)I will try to live upto your expectations and do my duties to the best of my abilities."

So dear friends...this is life!When I felt like screaming and killing people,I had to have this saint like expression on my face and wave like Deepika Padukone in Om Shanti Om!!

Burnt child dreads the fire..That was the first and last election in my life!!

(But from the year after my"victory"they had more number of candidates and they cancelled the poster thing !!Why me!!Maybe even God enjoyed seeing me embarrassed ;) Enjoy my friend!!)

More stories coming up...

I am like this only!

Plain Jane!

Hello!

This topic is my future FB status update..but there you can just open your heart"briefly"or else no one will read it :D So i thought I'll elaborate on the same here :D

Some weeks back,i was travelling in the AC BMTC(Bangalore Metropolitan Transport Corporation)bus to office.The fare was Rs.25..I gave him Rs.30 and waited for the change...in vain..Because he just went away :P

Some time later,a very beautiful and stylish gal came n sat near me..The conductor rushed to her side and I think even before she gave her Rs.30 he was ready with the 5 rupee coin :O

Mujhe hak hai(I have the right)and so I asked him for my change and the response was this.He looked at me with an angry expression and said"Detha hoon Madam"("Will give you,Madam") and I don't know why but that "Madam" sounded more like an insult ;)

I started thinking,"Why?"and  looked at the girl next to me.

The answer was loud and clear!!LOOKS!!:D

It mattered even to the BMTC conductor :P

I traveled back in time..to my school days..

I studied in an all-gals school for 14 years and was kind of a nerd,a talkative nerd :D

Was below average when it came to looks and so didn't waste time in that field.

I used to go for tuition when I was in 10th std.and there I had a friend with my same name and luckily or unluckily she was damn beautiful.

The complex hit me hard right from the day 1 when we started walking to classes together :D Guys stare and ogle at her and I have to stare and scare them off :P

Initially I took extra effort to look good but failed miserably!

And one day it so happened that some guy called our name and I turned(to end up being insulted!!)to hear"Not you" :P Shisha ho ya dil ho..aakhir...toot jaatha hai.. :D

That was just a beginning..Then I didn't know that in the years to come my job would be to shoo off the guys staring at my beautiful friends or cousins :D :D

I was so angry at God as I felt he was the reason that I look like this!Now I feel silly :D

But like the two sides of a coin..being invisible has soo many advantages!!

And thanks to that life was sooo good during college(Remember the sour grapes story??)

The first few days taught me that whatever I do,I won't be targeted for ragging coz I don't qualify ;)

But sadly none of the college beauties traveled by train and so the bored seniors were forced to give us(that's me n my friends!We call ourselves G.A.D.S-Gayathri Aparna Deepthi Sijisha) a dose of"ragging"

There are two types of ragging for girls according to me and they can be broadly classified into:

1.Sweet coated ones reserved for beauties :D

2.The rough and tough attitude ones meant for the rest

But I did enjoy being invisible!!Seriously..we,GADS,silently observed everyone and passed comments and no one had a clue about what we were doing and they didn't bother to find out too:D

And the next"posting" I got was as "helpdesk".

"Gayathri,who's that girl?"

This question has been haunting me for the past 5 years but the question is asked by different guys :D

I find it very funny!!I've always wanted to be a guy and all such incidents make me feel like one ;) Most of the time I'm not considered as a girl.So that's the only other option I think ;) People even sympathize with me saying that its sad that I'm so short n fat ;) 

So now I don't trust people who go for looks and sadly I get damn irritated when I see that discrimination.

Also girls,if guys treat you differently after you get a makeover..don't trust them.

BEAUTY IS SKIN DEEP!!(I have to tell this every time to console my ego :p)

So starting from the BMTC conductor to 90% of the guys I know...just one thing..THANK YOU :) :)For treating me the way you do..I feel special :)

Stay tuned...more to come...

 I am like this only ;)

My first BLOG!!!

Helloo!!

My first blog..

When Sharat asked me to start a blog..thanks to my lengthy posts on FB..I started thinking..why not??

I love writing and if I can share my funny experiences through a blog,isn't it great??

So today is the day!!November 1 2013..Gayathri PK is writing her first blog..I dream about writing an autobiography..so can this be a  practice page?? :D

Even though Arjunettan tried to enlighten me,I'm totally illiterate about how this entire blog thing works.. :D
Phir bhi..thought of giving it a try...

I love updating my FB status and most of the times its lengthy..but I do get this feeling that atleast some people enjoy what I'm writing.

So here it is..

A BLOG FROM A CHATTERBOX :)