5 things I learnt from the Minions

For all those who don't know who Minions are, stop reading this post and start watching 'Despicable me'! In the movie, minions are shown as the loyal followers of Gru, a super-villain. They are tiny, yellow creatures who speak in the cutest way known to mankind.

Minions taught me to laugh at the smallest things.  They laugh at each other. They laugh at themselves. They laugh while carrying on mundane tasks like photocopying papers (Actually that's because they're copying butts). I can safely say that they laugh a lot more on themselves than Ranveer Singh and Arjun Kapoor ever did at the AIB Roast. And that is saying something!



Minions taught me the importance of team work. There is hardly an activity they do without each other's support- even if it's farting their way to glory.



Minions taught me the joys of giving. Gru falls short of funds for his mission to steal the moon. It is wonderful to see minions come forth to contribute everything they own for the sake of the mission. At another time, they go out of their way to buy a 'Papoy' (Minion for 'Toy') to keep little Agnes from getting upset.



Minions taught me to be solution oriented. Once, in a fit of rage, Gru sets the phone on fire. It is amazing to see the minions jump to solve the crisis with their fire fighting equipment. It's another thing that they ultimately worsen the fire but it's the effort that counts.



Minions taught me to love with all my heart. You can see it in their love for "bananas" or "gelato". For them, love is NOT about letting go.

Best Friend Wedding Blues

I always imagined I would be ecstatic when my best friend decided to get married. Instead, I went through the following stages:

1)      Denial: “No way, are you out of your mind?”

I kept telling myself how she was so much better than the guy she married. In reality, I did not want to accept the fact that she was ready to start a new chapter of her life so soon!

2)      Anger: “Why can’t he move here instead?”

When she told me she was moving to another city, denial turned into anger. I made a mental list of the ways in which Chennai sucked as compared to Mumbai. I reminded her how difficult life would be without friends and family, in a new home with new people.

3)      Bargaining: “Don’t you think you are rushing into this?”

The Sindhi that I am, I started bargaining with her to postpone her wedding or maybe even find another guy! Sick, right?

4)      Depression: “Shit, Shit, Shit, bye L”

Emotions ran high when I said goodbye to her one last time before she left for another city. I do not suppose we will be meeting often as I am off to study abroad next year.

5)      Acceptance: “Oh my God! Yeah, she does look gorgeous. And happy too.”

Seeing her as a beautiful, happy bride took me closer to acceptance. Looking back at the wedding photos, I realize it is her happiness which mattered the most! I only hope the turd who said “Distance only makes the heart grow fonder” knew what he was talking about.

Maybe I was a bad friend. Or maybe just human. All I want now is for her to not have kids by the time I finish my studies or we’ll have to start this Kubler-Ross cycle again!

Actually, I think I’ll get straight to the acceptance stage. Her kids are going to be cherubic and they ARE going to be spoiled rotten by their Aunt :D (Sayali, I hope reading this is not freaking you out!)

The fun wedding did ease off most of the pain. I got to learn more about the Tamilian culture. For me the highlights were, in no particular order:

• Eating awesome food off a banana leaf
• Practicing and performing for the Sangeet (a traditional song and dance ceremony). I wish I could share the bloopers here, but let’s just say we laughed our guts out. We made dance steps out of weird actions and people messed up like there was no tomorrow. We rocked the party with a pseudo flash mob on the song ‘Pistah’. To hell with perfection and grace!
• The fact that my friend would be christened ‘Amrutvelli’ post marriage. Please pronounce it  from the epiglottis: Am-rud-ah-vell-eeeeee
• The wedding rituals that were carried out to perfection. From the entertaining ‘Guy running off to Kashi’ ritual to the emotional ‘Girl sitting on Dad’s lap for Kanyadaan’, we enjoyed it all. We even earned a thousand bucks for lifting her up the highest when they exchanged garlands.
• Ganpati dance in front of the groom’s chariot. I do not suppose South Indians have the concept of a Baraat, but we danced and danced till every person who was shy of dancing came forward to join the fun.
• Back in the hotel room, seeing our guy friends shake their booty to supposedly female item songs. I never thought playing UNO could be so much fun. 
• Draping a sari horribly and hoping I looked decent
• The weather. I had to admit. It was better than Mumbai.
• I could go on and on about the after party but I am not going to for obvious reasons.
• The gift I gave my friend. I knew it meant a lot to her. I gave her a bracelet with the Madagascar characters. Now you may think what the deal was about a comic bracelet? When we were on a trip to Singapore, both of us had our eyes on a silly bracelet. It was too pricey to be purchased individually, so we split the cost and decided to rotate it between ourselves from time to time. I never gave it to her to wear on purpose. I had saved it for her big day. The look on her face on opening the gift box was priceless!

I simply hope she has many more such chances to be happy. And I hope I am better prepared to handle ‘change’ the next time on!

Saini and Jayanthy: This is not a go-ahead for you to get married.

A wonderful experience I call Singapore

In the past week I spent travelling in Singapore, I have had the chance to live my dreams, learn from my mistakes, discover a new place, meet new people and be motivated towards a better future at the same time. Forgive me for I have tried to summarize every memorable experience I had and still the post is quite long.

Day 1 

Changi Airport is incomparable to any Indian airport. I don't say this to put the new T2 airport at Mumbai down, but just because you don't expect a skytrain INSIDE every airport, do you? The best part was the convenience which the airport offered to every person travelling by it, be it the availability of maps, the transportation facilities, the cleanliness, the food choices and the superior toilets (yes, this is important for me too!).

Later that day, my friends and I decided to go to Jurong Bird Park. We did mess up the travel by forgetting to carry the passes to the park which meant that we had to travel all the way back to our house (a friend's house where we were put up). It took us effectively 2.5 hours to reach there and we all recall saying this in our head "The park better be worth it!".

I never thought a bird park would engage me for 5 hours. We lost ourselves while admiring the large hornbills, the scary ass owls, the cute cockatoos, the "sadhu"/ one-legged flamingos and all the other colourful-amazing-birds-I-don't-really-remember-now. There was even a bird show in the evening which brought out the little kids in all of us as we screamed and wowed all the antics of the birds. See a glimpse of it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_Lb9DwZHEk

Day 2:

My experience at Universal Studios is far too difficult to put in words. It's one of the reasons I wanted to visit Singapore. The six zones of awesomeness at USS were:  Madagascar, Far-Far away, the Lost World, Ancient egypt , Sci-fi city, New York City and Hollywood. Kudos to the creators of this amusement park because at no point else in my life have I felt like a dinosaurs was going to gobble me up or a transformer Autobot was indeed going to save me.

Here's a video of the Boogie Dance by much loved creatures from the movie 'Madagascar'- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7crA8X9Ebig. I'm proud to say this, but King Julien actually caressed my hair (true to his character :P :D)

The simulations at "Lights, Camera and Action" were so real that I felt a part of me just died in a Category 5 hurricane. The following is a video is of the Transformers ride.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SQtBh_LCNs

Mind you, we felt the heat when a missile was shot or even the water sprays. We screamed every few seconds and clapped and cheered when the All Spark was restored.

Not to mention the brilliant merchandising at USS. They make you love the attraction so much that you are compelled to buy merchandise you never ever thought you wanted. A minion t-shirt? A transformer bottle? A dinosaur pencil? A Shrek hand glove? Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.....

Day 3

Our trip to the SEA Aquarium was every bit exciting as the first two days were. Meeting Mr. Sting Ray and Miss Yellow Tang fist up close and personal was delightful. And you know what, jelly fish are amaaaaaazing creatures. I probably learnt more about sea life here than I ever did from my science text books. So for all you people with kids out there, do take a round!

Later that evening, we saw a laser and lights and sound and fire show called "Songs of the Sea". Some interesting technology I don't know about was used to project colorful images of people and creatures in the middle of the sky on a fountain of water! The story line itself was not so good, but still, the setting was exciting. It had to be, as we ran nearly 3-4 kms to make it to the show in time! We also learnt a thing or two about travelling in a new city:

1) Never make an assumption that you know "where" a place is.
2) Don't be shy to ask around.

Day 4: 

We were tired from having walked so much each day but by now we were experts at making our way through the city. You name a mode of transport and we had used it. We made a short trip to the supermarket and temple on this day. We also discovered how many open places Singapore has for all the heath freaks. Even if you are not a health freak, the city could make you want to jog (with pretty gardens), swim (with huge pools) and cycle (with clear tracks).

The Singapore Zoo was amazing because I realized how much the people at Singapore value life- both animal and human! You could live your life in dignity by being a zoo keeper and to tell you the truth, if I were an animal, I'd love to reside at Singapore zoo. I could have sensible visitors who don't throw stuff at me, I could roam about in a huge enclosures without being caged, I could be hale and hearty and taken care of by on-call vets all the time! Singapore is not rich in natural resources yet it bestowed with citizens who have a lot of civic sense and respect for everything around them.

I must recommend the Night Safari to every person who wants to visit Singapore. Seeing all those majestic animals in the open in the dark of the night and hearing interesting trivia about each of them made me as excited as a five year old could be when he goes to a toy store. I'm sure all the other adults on that tram ride would agree with me. The sounds of the wild animals sometimes send a chill down your spine and you truly understand how it would be to be stranded in a jungle. Very exciting, indeed.

I also saw a show called "Creatures of the Night".  It imbibed in me a love for nocturnal animals and also a love for all the trainers at the Night Safari. They are cool and brave people who know how to get their job done. Believe me, making an otter put waste in the designated bins to reflect an awareness message for recycling is NOT SO SIMPLE.

Do see a clip of the show here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tanggsn3Whg (This is not exactly what we saw, but you get the drift)

Day 5

Reserved for shopping primarily. You don't need better company than a bunch of 3 other girls to accomplish "Mission Shopping". I was happy to pick gifts and souvenirs for the ones I love the most and I do hope they like them.

I had a chance to visit Gardens by the Bay on the last day. It is thrilling to see a variety of flowers and vegetation maintained perfectly in a dome in a hot tropical environment! You may have to see these pics to know what I am talking about.

Later that night, I went out for dinner with the friends I had made at Singapore. They were kind to show us around the place after probably a tiresome day at work. We had an interesting conversation about Singapore and India over a bunch of awesome vegetarian dishes. (It was a high for me as good vegetarian food was slightly difficult to find :) )

It's easy to say that I would love to visit the place again for its cleanliness and its hospitable people. There are stark differences between a developed country and a developing one, but then I guess, each place has its pros and cons.



Dedicated to my travel buddies: Saini, Sayali and Jayanthy. Looking forward to many more such trips with you guys no matter which part of the world we may be ;) 

Moral "Policing"

I'll narrate an incident I was a part of while travelling back home last week.

The local trains were 1.5 hours late because of a technical snag. And you can't imagine the rush that gathered at CST station at the first sight of a train. There were a few unruly men who got into the ladies compartment. They found it extremely funny that most ladies were even protesting that they get out. Some women hurled their choicest of abuses. Me too actually. But to no avail. We then noticed a ladies police officer sitting by the window, watching the show calmly. When we pushed her to straighten these men out, she simply said: "I'm off duty..Bother someone else."

So I had a question, whether a public servant can ever be off duty? Or make it an excuse for not standing up for the right cause? It made me angry to think, that had something worse happened, Miss Useless-lazy-two-shoes would still be a dumb spectator.

If a doctor were to come across a gravely injured person, while he is on vacation, would he not be responsible to try and save his life? Or would he stand short of his duty because he is not to be bothered?

I know some professions are tougher than others in this matter. Some don't allow you to be off-duty ever! Every person does have the right to take a break from his routine work and react as any normal human being would, in a situation of urgency. But does that have to be at the cost of someone else's life? Or a woman's self respect?

Do read this: http://www.quora.com/People/Who-is-the-worlds-greatest-living-badass-and-why

Read Anjishnu Kumar's answer on Bishnu Shreshtha. 

That settles it. I don't need answers. I don't need excuses. 

Locus of Control

Did you know five years ago what exactly you were going to do today? Well, I didn't. I've had this debate many times in my head. Whether I am a victim of my fate or the master of my destiny? Whether I am responsible for who I am today or could've been something else, had others let me have my way?

There are people who believe that the external environment has nothing to do with the way life turns out to be. Would you say that to a 2 year old girl who just lost her father? Would you say that to a family who just won a lottery? Would you say that to a person who failed an exam despite working really hard?

It is human tendency to credit oneself with success and blame others for failure. Is there really any truth in 'There is no such thing as luck.' I'm wondering if our elders voiced it so that we never got complacent or bogged down. 

Are you the kinds who stresses because you feel in-charge of your life all the time? If not, then you probably are cursing your boss for ruining your chances of a promotion or blaming your ugly English teacher for giving you a 'C'. How could that happen, you really ARE top notch in your vocabulary ! :O

Isn't letting go of all control really the best thing to do at times? Life taking you its way can't always be bad, right! Someone or something may probably change the course of your life even before you know it.

My entire world seems to be spinning out of control. I may be the only one to blame. Or is it just turning around its own axis of control, like it's always meant to be?

P.S: You might want to read up about Locus of Control on Wikipedia. Makes for delicious food for the mind.

Train types

I have had the misfortune and the fortune of travelling by the Mumbai local trains on a daily basis for the past five years (yes, on some Sundays too). Through my journeys, I have observed various kinds of train personalities. People usually fall into one or more of these categories:

1. The ones who push you violently no matter what: This category of people believes in trampling you whether or not the compartment is crowded. The arrival of the train arouses the worst in them. They'll peel your skin off if that's what it takes for them to get in FIRST and FAST. 
2. The ones who settle down in the train: They think of it as their first home. They play cards and music and also chop vegetables (not kidding!)
3. The ones who fight for no reason: Even if a strand of your hair happens to brush across their face accidentally, they make it a point to abuse at you. The Marathi subset of this lot is particularly very fierce.
4. The ones who think sitting anywhere at all is awesome: Yes, this crowd sits ON the train and near the doors of the train. Not to mention that a handful of them do get electrocuted every year and also kicked about in the wrong places.
5. The ones who bug you for your destination station to reserve their seat: The long distance commuters. They pester you till you come out with your destination  and then implore you to give them the seat. Damned if you do, damned if you don't!
6. The train friends: The ones you see day in and out if you happen to travel by the same time every single day.
7. The lascivious lechers: Those group of pathetic losers who think its their birthright to make snide comments at every human species with a pair of boobs.
8. The ones who cooperate: These form a minority of the lot. They offer tiny gestures of kindness. They put your bag up in the rack, switch on the fan for you, coolly step aside at your station to make way and even pass on a smile or two. This lot makes our daily train travel a little bearable. 

The Pursuit of Happyness

I just got a new phone. All my gizmo freak friends told me I should try out a smart phone.  It hadn’t been two days since I bought it yet and the next Extra Smart mobile phone-cum-Camera-cum-Computer-cum-mixer-cum-grinder-cum-whatever you could think of, hits the stores.

As a matter of fact, I decided to buy myself the latest hip hugging jeans also. Turns out, bell bottoms had come back to fashion and those really awesome pair of jeans I’d just bought were to remain untouched. I lost weight then, so hip hugging jeans were a little bit of a joke.

I joined the college I always wanted to be a part of. Suddenly I realized the professors couldn’t teach for nuts and the crowd wasn’t all that cool to hang out with.

I also happened to go to this movie I wanted to see in a long time. Why was the end so disappointing then?

I wasted dinner at home because I wanted to have a pizza and all that my mom had to offer was Palak ki sabzi.

Just about then, my phone conked off. That made me realize how handy it was. I put on the loose pair of jeans with an awesome belt and went to the best college in the world. My mom wasn’t well herself. So I cooked her favourite meal and observed how happily she had it.               

I had actually forgotten to savour the little stuff in life. The next time I hear about a super intelligent new phone, I’m going to show off my ancient wonder. I’m going to wear what suits me best irrespective of the latest trends. I’m going to eat whatever is made for me because, you never know, it may be the healthiest. But the movie just sucked. Period.

We @ now

The world has changed. Someday perhaps, the gen-next-to-ours is going to tell us that. I’ll tell you how we are different from the gen-before-ours.

We do not believe in organized religion, but are pro-humanity. We do not believe in the age old adage of “Early to bed, Early to rise, makes a man healthy wealthy and wise.” We are very okay with sleeping late, getting up late and still being fit, rich and learned. Late is a subjective term, right?

We don’t mind paying a premium for all that is good. We can spend a fortune on the movies and yet earn all that money easy. We want to spend early, and save early. Even the value conscious Indian mentality in us is facing a change.

We are consumerist and need our gadgets to be top notch. We may be smarter than the gen-before-ours but not as sincere as them.

We believe that being on Facebook and listening to blaring music just helps us study better. We kids don’t believe that staying in touch with their aunt’s-father’s-brother’s-wife’s-grandson is necessary. We are the young guns who think India has a great future, despite knowing all its flaws.

We are value-driven and environmentally responsible. A lot of the credit goes to our parents for educating us that way. We are independent and like being treated so. We may not know how to write our mother tongue, but know about all the intricacies of the English language.

It is ironical, however, that I don’t look forward to this debate with the gen-next-to-ours. I trust them to be more equipped than us somehow.

Infant Times

I’m hungry, and poopy. I don’t care about salivating on my bib. I see Ma through the door, and crave for her attention. I wish she’d know, she’d understand, the source of all my troubles, my ravenous little stomach. I cry my lungs out till she comes and picks me up in her loving arms. I need the attention. I really do. I yearn to play peek-a-boo. It makes me laugh. She’s probably the only grown one who knows what I want. She peeks and boos. I giggle. It’s the best game ever.

Soon, Neighbour Aunt walks in. I hate her you know. She pulls my cheeks as though they were a dough of flour. She declares, “I could cuddle him to death.” OMG, I need to get away from that grown one. She is large, with huge scary eyes. I tug at her sari and spit, then wriggle out. She thinks I’m being a naughty baby. Get a life, woman. I’m not naughty, just nauseated by your presence.

I spend the rest of the day, biting unidentified objects, and picking up things from the floor. I don’t like the sound of rattles. I want to explore, be on my own. I want to get my finger through the three-holed gap in the wall. For some odd reason, all the grown ones scream in unison when I’m about to. Damn them, maybe next time.

Pa took me to the window. It’s really big outside. Many grown ones. They don’t crawl. Many colourful boxes grown ones sit in, they’re all on circles. I think the circles are red in colour. Or that’s what Ma was saying.

Tia has come home. She is my size. And cute. I like her. Neighbour Aunt doesn’t spare her cheeks too. One day when I get larger, I will have my revenge. I give Tia my toys. She gives me her rosy smile. Aww. I think the colour five really suits her.

I’m tired. Ma puts me in my favourite place at home. It goes up and down. I feel ticklish. I want to be here all day. She sings me a song, something like Rockamybabyonthetreetop. It makes me sleepy. I’m off. To another world. To where I know more than grown ones do. Where they speak squealish and live simple. To where milk is the only food and laughing is the only occupation. Hmmm….

Murphy's Frikking Law

Have you found yourself bogged down by every traffic signal?
Do you feel the queue adjacent to yours moves faster, almost always?
Do you wonder why the train you want to catch when you're on time is late and when you're late, just sticks to schedule?
Have you found the internet to disconnect at the time the most interesting conversation possible is happening?
What about the times you've really loved food at a restaurant and the one time you recommended it to someone else, the food sucked?
Do you agree that it rains the most when you're least prepared with rain gear?
Do you find holidays passing by in a jiffy while exams stretching on for eternity?
How many times have you reached early and your boss hasn't taken notice, while the one time you've reached late, you've gotten an absent mark/half day?
Have you given in to a movie's general public review which is awesome, and expected it to be great, but ended up disappointed?
Do you find the washroom always occupied when the urgency to pee is the greatest?
Have you spent days when you are jobless without attending a single call, and received a million calls when you're busy?
So much for Murphy's frikkin law..

What gives me a high?

Weed.

No, just kidding.

My friend and I just happened to discuss about what in life gave us a high. And surprisingly, it was the smallest of things which made me the happiest on a given day.

Taking a walk in the first rains. Catching up with notorious old school friends. Cycling around the lakeside. Eating a hot and spicy vada pav to passify the growling voices of your empty stomach. Running all the way down the platform for the usual train, knowing you'll miss it, but then catching it. Painting your nails with the right shade of nailpaint, after trying out a dozen others. Shopping for new clothes. Giving away the one piece of food you really wanted to eat to a poor little kid who probably didn't eat all day. Watching a classy movie, with popcorn et al. Shouting crazy slogans while walking down a trek to startle fellas on the roadside.(Yes, we've screamed humari maange poori karo!) Dancing to the latest hot favourite song in the confines of your own room, only for yourself. Living in horrible anxiety till the result day, and ultimately knowing that you've done superbly. Meeting new people as weird as you. Playing with your kid cousins and letting them win. Devouring good food before it is served. Being asked about how your day was every single happy, exciting, disastrous, terrible and mundane day by someone who cares.

That was just a mini list of the things which make me happy. Hey, what about you?

Bye Bye

Not everyone feels at home, at work. I was one of the lucky few to have found a family at work. Parents, siblings and kids et all. The first few days at UKG made me feel ignorant as well as ignored to the hilt. As time passed, I made myself comfortable with the ways at work. It’s certainly not easy for a 17 year old to deal with seniors, partners, clients all at the same time. But more than the tough times I’ve spent at work, on the day I leave, I’d like to remember all the times I’m going to miss a lot and all the things I’ve managed to learn.

1. The infinite treats. The mindless ragging of every single new article. The desperate wait for an occasion only to celebrate. Yes, we at UKG, believed in making a big deal out of the most trivial things :D I still remember how people were made to treat for joining, for leaving, for their birthdays and anniversaries, for any new item they’d purchased etc
2. The gossip sessions. Oh my god. Were we a talkative lot or what? Our lunch discussions would range from love affairs to current affairs and before we’d realize, we’d have a huge backlog of work.
3. Our super awesome picnics and treks/trips. The best part was the group games and the fact that each and every member of office was merrily involved in playing pranks, cheating and other such virtues. Still remember stealing shoes and playing the banjo on the rooftop!
4. The fact that there was always time to chill even during the pressure times. We could get a cake and cut it in September (Yes we’ve done that!) or we could laugh for eternity on a single line of Viral Baba’s.
5. Food Festivals and Jain culture. I don’t think I’d ever learn so much about Jainism had it not been for UKG. Can happen if you’ve spent nearly 3 years at a place full of Jains. I’m proud to say I know what days are auspicious for fasting and whether a particular vegetable is edible or not (by Jains) very well.
6. I learnt that in an office environment, everybody hates somebody. And everybody is sweet to everybody. But I’m not kidding when I say that I found real friends here. Like genuine people who cared for me, mentored me and shaped me into the person I am today. Thanks guys.
7. The Illeet Club and the GPAA.
8. The Blunderbook and “All time favourite Lines”
9. The Chairs and the provisions for water. Oh yes, I will miss them.
10. The work. Yes, it’s just too good for a small firm.
11. Needless to say, I’ll miss the people.

Umesh sir, for his outstanding perfectionism.

Champak sir, for his endless enthusiasm.

Deepesh sir, for his approachable nature and constant help. Also, the occasional-waking-me-up from my slumber with his screams.

Rachana, for her initiative.

Manishbhai, for his element of fun.

Sagar, oh my god, I’ll miss calling you SA-GAR and also, all your never-ending doubts.

Kruti, for her much needed support in bringing the boys down.

Sunny, for being the most caring person around.

Saini, for being my alter ego.

Sinchan, for his awesome wit and company in all the troubled times we’ve faced with Ambit.

Vinod, for his absurdities on one hand and brilliant logic on another.

Viral, the whole of you. Someday, please record your dialogues and send them to me.

Nihar, for your sincerity to your work and the many fun times we shared.

Daweena, for treating me like a little sister and always accompanying me for the most futile supermarket purchases.

Pratikshit, for teaching me more about work than anyone else could.

Hetal, for her awesome zeal for treks and being a really nice senior.

Gautam, for the badminton!

Anuj, for all the times we’ve laughed like lunatics and pretended like we don’t want to talk to each other.

Bhavin, for being so so so nice.

Ami, for being a really great guide on my first audit.

Khyati, for always answering my pointless doubts.

Priyanka, for all the timepass and the secret giggling at people.

Vikas, for his PJs and super helpful disposition.

Ravi, for his “Chalo Madam!!!”, his crazy questions to me and his really stupid jokes which only he finds funny till date.

Viral Chheda for his entertainment quotient and amazing spirit in life.

Sachin, for being kind on his first audit with a junior like me.

Shinde, for his accent, purely.

Shivaji, for his patience when I’ve asked him to call a Zillion clients all at once.

To all those I’ve missed here, it’s because I’m just too overcome to write here. I’ll miss you nevertheless.

Thanks for the extraordinary moments. It's almost time to leave. Goodbye and stay in touch.

Prank Mania

I'm yearning to play a prank. My diabolic mind sees victims everyday, everywhere. I could rant about my glorified past when it comes to pranks only if I didn't ever want to play one on you. But hell knows, I can come up with another prank. Here are some of the best I've played/been played on/seen played on:

Co-pranked this one.Sent a bouquet of orchids and roses to a friends hostel as a deranged lover. A Marathi card to go with it. It shot his popularity to hitherto unknown heights.  

Prank called a friend, while making another one pose as the principal of my very own college. The poor guy was to bring his parents to college for poor attendance. We're mean, yes. The irony is that he called me up to pour his heart out, after hanging up on the 'principal'. 

A friend of mine seemed to love his display picture. One with him lying on a horse. Yes, ON a horse. Wanted to get him to change it. Posed as an activist from PETA and sent across many warning letters and notices citing animal cruelty. This one didn't work sadly, but will be special to me because of the sheer cheek.

Been proposed to by a friend. As a prank. This one really got me dumbstruck. But nevertheless, awesome acting there! :)

Pretended to be an Radio jockey from a popular FM Station and called a friend on his birthday. The limits being, I got him to sing a song and also forcefully dedicate it to me. 

Told a friend, while 'supposedly' calling from the institute, that his period of articled service (about 1.5 years) remains terminated due to some technical glitch. The poor chap. Merciless me.

I won't say I haven't been tricked. And somehow, I've enjoyed that too. It's all about being a step ahead. From past experience, however, I know that pranks can also go horribly wrong. So for all those who are now looking to try their hand in this subject, I would suggest you exercise care. Some people are known to have a minuscule tolerance limit. But then again, nothing like feeding on such babies.