ek tamatar laal laal

It makes me laugh even before I start writing this post, thinking what my lil sis will do to me when she reads this..
Yes its about her.
when she was in nursery.. new in our school, she was to take part in a fancy dress competition..
she wanted to become a peacock.. but knew a poem on tomatoes very well. So we all discussed with her and decided to make her a tomato. We got her tomato costume on rent and revised her poem with her..
ek tamatar laal laal
jaise mere laal gaal(she really had rosy cheeks)
hum bhi khaayein
tum bhi khao..
ho jayein sab laal laal…

the day arrives.. and charushi realizes she liked the peacock dress a lot more.. anyway we explained to her and wished our lil red tomato luck..

in school.. I was the prefect so sneaked in the auditorium with some silly excuse to see her perform..

“and now we have, charushi, as the red red tomato!”
(Ohh she’s so cute)
But she was unhappy about the dress.. and refused to speak a word..
So the teacher asked her to at least 'thank the audience'.. oh how happy she was. THANK YOU and off she ran!!


Moral of the story:
if your sis wants to be a peacock, don’t make her a tomato!!

when i was a lil girl

When I was a little girl.. In class 1 or 2, we started writing paragraphs in school. The funny thing was at that time we had to LEARN about our favourite sport, our favourite pastime and what we wanted, for our teachers or parents would choose that for us by helping us write and mug up.
I had an English exam and was taught about my pet, a puppy. I didn’t have a pet back then.. and I wanted a tortoise. I was always taught about a puppy being my pet, named Bruno..
“but mom, I don’t have a pet”
“you have to write something, so why not write about a puppy you can have someday”
“I don’t want a puppy. I want a tortoise. I will write about that”
“sweetie, tortoise will be difficult for you to write about. Its getting late, revise this fast”

The next day.. English exam…
MY PET
I have a pet puppy..
(ohhh.. tortoises are so cute…..)
His name is Bruno(what would a tortoise be named?)
….
Erase… erase……

MY PET
I have a pet tortois. His name is …… rudolff. He is very cute. He is brown and green. He does not bark. He does not catch a ball when I throw it.. Throw? Through? Erase.. through it..
He loves me. I love him very much. Mumma papa love him. My sister loves him too. He is very loving.(oh.. I need one more sentence).. He is lovable.

Alright!! I didn’t get good marks in that one!! But it still makes me so happy, much more than any amount of marks could, that I wrote my heart out! My pet tortoise… Even if I couldn’t spell it correctly!!

call the bomb squad!

i was in school, in class 11.. wen i was punished for wearing the wrong shoes(though i was a prefect myself!)

anyway.. so we were supposed to take rounds of the ground.. tired.. me and my friends simran and meha*(names changed) sneaked and sat in a corner on the ground..

simran(the girl who ate all of our's tiffins everyday before we'd even find out), started tellin me(i was new in the school), how since 3years diwali had been CRACKER-FREE in the school)

"you know ritasha, people are really scared of getting expelled from school. its really serious you know. and no one dares...."

"hmmm..."

but simran continues,"you know, i'm not scared.. and i am planning to do it! all you gotta do is come and watch.. it'll be our secret."

well.. risk interests me.. and i was in!

so we plan the day.. simran has to get the cracker and the matchbox.. meha has to get the wick extension...


it was a saturday we planned.. thursday and friday evryone went through strict checking(just in case).. saturday arrived!

i was so excited to watch the show while simran did what she promised.
so we 3 gathered. i collected the stuff and realised simran had forgotten to get the matchbox!

"now what? do we cancel this?", said meha.

simran and i thought we should just do it!
so we went to the physics lab(remember that parallax experiment with candles, ya, hehe)

so we went to the physics lab for REVISING the experiment, impressed the teacher, stole a matchbox and rushed to the girls washroom..

simran chickened out.. n it was actually me and meha who had to do it.. we lit the extended wick so we had enough time to reach the class in time.. i managed the class and boooom!! awesome!

well, much louder than expected! oh we loved it.. and so did evryone else!

a guy almost got caught for our prank.. oh, we were going to own up, when someone acted as his alibi! phew!

though they put up a whole team to find out who was behind it!!

oh and people got a new topic to discuss.. they thought our 5rs cracker was a BOMB!
how miresh said,"IT IS A GUYS WORK.. GIRLS CAN'T DO IT!". he told me!!!

oh how i controlled my laughter!!!

and the funniest part was trying to make my friend neha believe that i did the feared!! oh i can still remember the look on your face neha!! whoa!;)

just food parties

me and my frens in hostel, invented what we call our 'food parties'.
everyone would get fruits, chips, bread, spread, cookies.. n we'd make weird things by mixing some of the stuff, spreadin it over our cookies and bread..and whatever you picked was yours to eat.. but you had to have a good speed to survive!

one of us would sometimes make a funny video of the food party.. telling who ate what(exaggerating what archi ate)!

i mean we'd fight for things we never eat at home.. n eating those things there would be a PARTY!

funny, i no.. i think we should keep a food party again wen i go bk to college this monday!

really yummy! yummy? really??

i was in class 6 when one day i just felt like entering the kitchen.. saw mom cooking dinner .. and decided to help(umm well unwanted, unasked for)..
i made a chappati, er.. which may not be round .. but we could call it some shape .. so what if i can't tell which one, right?

anyway, and i also helped her in making the 'daal makhani'..

i even helped serve:)

so.. dad loved the food! he praised it oh so much.. n even asked for more.

ooh.. i was soo happy..

and then i decided to take a bite.. dad tried to stop me, sayin he loved it too much to share it.. its yummy :)

i still insisted ..

why did i?! i still cant get over that awful taste!!

ohh dad.. ur the best!!

anything to be a princess

when i was little i used to love reading fairy tales, watching them or listening to them..

what interested me most in a fairytale, was the princess.. all princesses would be angelic, amicable, compassionate, benevolent and gracious. i would look up to them..

so i would dress up like one.. wear mom's heels, and use her dupatta as a cape over my dress, flowing down from my shoulders.

but there was a problem... i'd need someone to hold my cape and walk behind me so i could feel like a princess.

now, making someone at home agree to do that was a tough job.. my younger sister wasn't born then:( so it had to be my elder sis..

i would agree to do all her work.. anything and everything so i'd be the princess!!!!...

yeah, that's the irony!!!!

don't sleep in a bus!!

Sunday night, i set my alarm for 5 30AM..

Monday morning, i get up at 6.. still sleepy n very late. have to make it in time for my class in another city!....

rush to the washroom.. brush my teeth, take a quick shower.. get ready.. pick my breakfast in one hand, bag in the other.. struggling to hold a bottle of water and rush to the bus stand...

buy my ticket. decide to make up for the night's sleep by taking a short nap in the bus...

get up..

look around..

'there's still time', i tell myself.. 'can't see any boards for the nearby restaurant'..

5min later..
'the market looks new'...

'should i ask someone?'..

'nah! maybe the driver took a long route to get more passengers'...

.....

10 min later i realize.... i'm in another city!!!!


nervous and scared... get down from the bus..

cross the road and stand there waiting for an auto.. finally get one till college..

too late for the classes, i just head straight for the hostel..

unlock my room and jump on my bed:)..

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..........

when you're in the dental chair

when we were in 3rd year in dental college, its when we got to do our first patients(of course under guidance).

we would first watch our teachers and then get our own case.

one day, when posted in the oral surgery department(deals with teeth extractions), our batch mate got her first patient.

there we all were surrounding her while she gave the anesthesia and pulled out the badly decayed tooth.. the tooth was in such a bad condition that fragments were breaking off..

just then we realized that half the tooth was missing!!!

we searched all around the dental chair, but it was no where to be found...

she then realized it had gone inside the patient's mouth!! she had swallowed it!
what then, just gave her a banana to eat, so it would go right in and not make her choke or block the airway!!

......

in another first case in another department, prosthetic teeth were to be tried in a patient's mouth.. the teeth weren't fixed properly to the base. and after half an hour the student discovered a tooth to be missing..

she searched and searched..

the confused innocent patient looked at her, searched his mouth, took out the prosthetic tooth and said,"looking for this?"

......

so next time you sit in a dental chair, in a dental college, just make sure you're not the first patient!!

for, the first treated patient is the worst treated!!!

auto driver's advice

my friend since 9th grade, sweetie, a total chatterbox, planned to go with me to attend learner's castle's annual day.


we took an autorikshaw..

"bhaiya metre se hi jaenge hum", said sweetie.

"han han madam."

we sat in the auto and we knew it was a long ride..

as always we were yapping, and we talked in English all that while, so the auto driver won't understand.. sweetie started off about all her college friends.. then how her relatives keep coaxing her to get ready for marriage.. "but i've just entered college", she protested.

one after another, we continued our girlie talks..

clothes, family, friends, new boys in her college and anything you can imagine!

we were about to reach..

sweetie said,"but i've now decided, i'm going to try to be happy, no matter what"

"yes madam, very true. everyone has bad times. but don't worry, be happy. think positive, be optimistic", said the driver.

.....silence.....

....more silence......

....silence continued......


"madam you have reached"

we both got down. paid him.. looked at each other and laughed for long..

and just then she asked,"what all did we discuss?"

i remember most of it even now.. but i just can't share it!!!!

funny first year at med college

"where are your two plaits?", said my first roommate, archana, as i just entered the room, excited, happy and singing to myself..

"they're gone ever since 5th grade"

"but you'll need to make them now",she said

"and please get oil for us and yourself when you go home this weeekend", monica added

'what's wrong with them', i thought to myself. maybe its their style.. they were both from rajasthan and i didn't know much about the place.. but why do they want me to adopt their different oiled, 2-plait style?

monica then explained to me how it was mandatory for the FRESHERS to wear two plaits, longer-than-knee suits with white salwars and the 50Rs rubber chappals! that's the system(as the seniors would call it)

after lots of introductions, dancing to chavanni(the right thumka) athani(thumka to the left!)- our dance would depend on what they would sing- chavanni athani or chavanni chavanni athani!!, singing songs(and i'd be made to sing in thai, which i hardly knew) and nursery rhymes, cat walks in those long suits, swimming in the air!! etc.. we had our FRESHER'S PARTY, our independence day!!

i loved it, not just the dance, the food or my being crowned 'miss evening' :) with my close friend, shraddha, but also how we'd gotten to know the seniors by then.

funny those days were! n funnier was the chavanni athanni chavanni chavanni athani chavanni..

try it ;)!!