Let the eyes do the talking...!

Through the corner of your eyes, you see him enter the room…
You saved him the seat beside you
And he knows it... But he
Decides against sitting by you
And opts cleverly for a seat across the row.


You are in his field of vision, definitely
But his inflated ego refuses to acknowledge the fact..
You know exactly what to do.

Your slender hands manicured especially for him
Playfully turn the pencil to point towards him..
One quick glance towards him,
And there, you catch his eyes, clearly flirtatious,
He breaks into that slightly dimpled smile of his,
quickly curtained to avoid the professor’s wrath.
Your heart skips a beat, and so does his I bet..
His non verbal advances…
Your playful responses…
The blissful turbulence inside you, you feel
When even the most insignificant movements speak oodles…
And you leave it to your eyes do the all talking!! (and the teasing of course !)

@ pAppU in EVery HOuseHOld

A pappu in every household…
I don’t know about the rest of the world but if you have any Indian links, I’m mighty sure you’ve at the least, 1 pappu at home.. !!!

Pappu bhaiya ??
Pappu mama??
Pappan uncle ??
Pappu, ur best friend’s nickname – he wouldn’t have told you for sure you dumbo!!
Pappu- the guy who can’t dance, s**** !!
Pappu-the guy who doesn’t vote…
Pappu-the guy who washes your car???
Pappu, your new neighbor??
Pappu – the milk man??
Pappu- jo pass ho gaya !!!
Pappu –who picks his nose !!!




I wonder what’s with the name??!! I’m definitely going to Google it one of these days!!
Google: “origin of pappu”- apart from his parents, silly !
Google: “the pappu revolution”
Google: “who names their kids pappu???” ……… I mean people still doooo ??!!!!!!!!
Google: “who was the first pappu anyway??????”
Google: “why can’t people get over the name pappu??”

And while Google looks for my answers, I assume pappu’s graduated from being just a household name to a synonym for the Indian guy-next- door !!

Ok, Mr.every next blogger- own up- are you a pappu too ???!!!

P.s .. what’s the female version of pappu ??? pappy??? Pappi?? Papp’irl’?? papp’woman’ ???

WHATEVER ...

Feeling so completely mixed up at the moment..Don’t even know why I’m blogging today..


• I’m still laughing at Phoebee’s “Human spleen and garbage song” from an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S I saw 3 days back..



• I’m wondering what’s so “new” about the New Year minus the date..


• I’m staring at the almost worn-out henna on my hands and thinking how every doctor could be a henna artist by just drawing a couple of smooth muscle cells and filling them up with macrophages, leukocytes, nuclei- whatever..





• I’m sad about mum not letting me take a laptop back to hostel- that’s one reason why I’m such an “unavailable blogger” – despite the fact that I’m probably my happiest when blogging. Don’t miss out on any of your blogs, thanks to the cell phone, but cant comment/post through it :( ..


• I’m angry with the Indian railways for reserving my berth in the cubicle next to the WC- all through the previous year, and that, without fail ; which means a ‘full journey entertainment package’ which includes passengers rushing in and out at odd times to empty bladders , cranky children who need nappy changes, busy-doing-nothing aunties who need to wash pickle jars, restless uncles who just need some fresh air, chronic smokers who feel left out if they don’t contribute their share to global warming, cell phone addicts frantically searching for the exact latitudes and longitudes of the networks, playing hide-n-seek with them, the innumerable chai, biscuit, paper soap walas . And not to forget the light and sound effect from the passage lights that won’t go off the entire night and the unfailingly creaky door respectively.



• I’m wondering how I’ll manage studying 4 XXL books (add 1 more for parasitology ) and completing 100 odd pages of med-journals before the 12th of January..



• I’m missing holding hands and running bare feet in wet sand and splash into the sea- playing ‘who’s stronger’ with the waves, the smell of salt in the air.. And seaweeds brushing against your legs…





• I’m amazed at how perfectly round, hard-boiled egg yolks are- and the perfect grayish blue tint the periphery of the yolk takes up leaving the core a soft yellow core……




• And I’m wondering how many of you, the wonderful souls that you are, would pray I score really really well in the exams I’m taking this month and the next.. and for the laptop I so badly need at hostel



P.S. HAPPY NEW YEAR ... maybe someday i'll find whats so new about the new year...

SOLITUDE...

pictures of my favourite corner at college.. my favourite bench facing "the budgy n bunny enclosure" as i call it.. can sit here for hours together just watching fluffy bunnies munching on greenies, or budgies meticulously preening themselves.. And at times just the musty smell of wet grass gives me a high..

If ever you find me nowhere, you know where to look now ;)

Just Dropped by (again)

this friend of mine once called me " geeli mitti".. hindi for "wet clay".. and i proceeded to explain," Anyone can mould you into whatever they want you to be-you need to be strong and learn to say no to people..the world can be a cruel place "..

Amazed at how true this stands today.......