A letter to 70s Auntie!

 

 

Of late a lot of things have been keeping me busy so, I was hoping if someone could update my blog and write for me. Guest post anyone? I was just thinking about this, and I think Someone up there said- Alright! Here you go.!

 

As a routine, yesterday also there were tickling gits at my home to take free sweets from my mom, and there was a lot of chaos and screaming-shouting going on. I was a little irritated so I thought I’d make one of them punish for making so much noise and it’ll be a lesson for all. The punishment would be that one of the young chaps has to write something for my blog or else there would be no sweets for any of them today.*evil grin* One 7 year old among them, who is the naughtiest among the lot and doesn’t leave a chance to tease me was smirking and making faces at me. I decided that he would be the scapegoat for the day. 70s and I have been talking a lot about the elephant posted on her blog so I decided to show him the post first, try to scare him and then ask him to write an essay on ‘I like elephants’. Although my mom tried to protest but I was adamant about it. No essay, no sweets. The rest of the kids were staring me with grim faces, and I am pretty sure that they must be cursing me in their hearts.

 

As soon as I started my laptop, all 10-12 of them jumped on my bed to see what am I going to show to their leader and what cost would they have to pay to get their sweets today. I loaded 70s blog and showed him the post.I asked him whether he liked the elephant? He first stared at me as if I have committed a crime by asking him such a question and how dared I ask such a question to the leader of the gang? In one word he replied,” No”.  Here was my chance.

 

I told him to write a letter to 70s telling her how much he likes elephants and rest of them have to maintain a pin drop silence while he writes the letter. With no option left, he decided to write but he asked for a promise. He said,” You will read this essay after distributing sweets among us.” Silly me. Without even giving it a single thought I said yes.

 

Following is the letter that he wrote:

 

 

Dear 70s Auntie,

 

I don’t like elephants and I don’t like Scratchy but I won’t get my sweets if I don’t write an essay on “I like elephants.”. 

I like elephants. They are nice and cute. They have big bums and I like them. I don’t like their hair pricking me when I ride on them but I like their ears. I like to hang myself on their ears. I don’t like the way they walk with one foot in China and one in India but I want my sweets so I like them. I don’t like them when they blow water on me with their trunk. Elephants like sugarcanes so, I like sugarcanes too but I like chocolates better. We have a God named Ganesha  who has a face like elephant. He looks better than elephants and listen to all my prayers. I pray to him everyday. He has a big tummy and likes eating sweets. I like eating sweets too. I don’t like the picture of the elephant on your blog… it scares me. Why have your parents named you 70s?My name is Ansh.

 

Thank you

Ansh.

 

As soon as he completed writing the letter, he asked me to distribute sweets first, and then only I would get the (precious) note. I snootily asked them to collect the sweets from mom. Yayyyy, they screamed, and left my room throwing the note on the floor. I quicly picked it up and read it. But. Before I could react to what he had written, these gits were standing at a distance from me, teasing me with their tongues out and giggling among themselves. All I could do was shoo them away and sulk. As if I had an option.

 

Note: This was a hand written note but since I don’t have a scanner with me, I have typed it exactly the same. I am sure that you have your sympathies with me. 

 

Sicko Bags

I have been *Aaaachoooo* sneezing since morning.

 

*Aaaachooo*

 

And coughing *sneeze**cough cough*

 

*wipe nose**wipe mouth*

 

It has been *AaAAAchoooo* raining here since last night, and I *sneeze* went and got *sneeze**wipe nose* drenched for fun. And now….

 

*sneeze*

*wipe nose*

*sneeze*

*sneeze*

*collect tissues**pick book**pick lappy top* *ask mom to prepare coffee* *crawl in bed*

 

*Aaaaaaachoooooooooooo*

*Blow nose* *wipe* 

 

Scratch Words

While checking my mailbox on Gmail last night, I noticed an ad was flashing on the top saying- Lunchtimers.com. Out of curiosity I clicked on the link and visited the site. Wooh!! It is a flash game website for all the time wasters in this world. I knew that google picks up key-words from your inbox and flash ads accordingly; I have no idea from where did it gauge that I end up wasting umpteen number of hours every single day.

The main page of Lunchtimers opens with a flash game named ‘letters’. It is a simple and quick game for all those scrabble lovers or wordaholics. There are rooms where 40- 50 people can login at the same time, and make their own sentences or words using the wide range of words lying on the board. The twist in the game is that whenever you try to spell a word, someone else tries to steal the alphabets from your word, and arrange the letters in their own words. Hence, you end up wasting a lot of time in arranging just one word. When I logged in, there were around 40 people so you can imagine the kind of loot that must be going on there. It took me around ten minutes to finally spell ‘Scratch Bags’ on the board. It actually reminded me of the alphabetical refrigerator magnets my mom used to buy for us and for the refrigerator, of course. (all images can be clicked and enlarged)

Letter Thieves

A lot of people spell good words and try to be nice. While I was playing, there was someone who was trying to strike the conversation by saying ‘Hi, How are you doing?’ or ‘Where are you from?’ but at times a few people make nasty words as well. Again, the alphabets from these not-so-pleasant words are stolen by the nice people on the board and this stealing process keeps going on until you realize that you have wasted enough time and you need to leave the place.

As I surfed through the site, I came across many other games mentioned there but apart from one, I didn’t bother to spend waste time on more.

This was a Scratch Pad. I couldn’t have left this one. As the name suggests, you just scribble whatever you like but again as you write or draw something there, other people logged in the same room try to scratch your work. The good part is that this game has a time limit. After every 180 seconds, the board clears out and you get a clean board again. There are three rooms where one could enter. Also, there is live chat going on in the sidebar, so you could interact with people who are present in that particular room. When I entered, Room 1 there were more than 50 people so it didn’t accommodate me; in Room 2 there was some racism talk going on so, I left. In Room 3, I guess there were just 2-3 people. I wrote ‘Scratch Bags’ and made a smiley but if you click on the picture below you will find that someone (with black ink) was making really sweet drawings, I was just watching without interfering him/her, and quickly took a screen shot.

Scratch Pad

Lunchtimers is fun but only when you have ample time to waste.

Someone here also likes investing wasting a lot of time. Huh?

Olga Investing Her Time

And someone here has revealed Olga’s secret.

Talking of alphabets and words, if you notice I have changed my avatar but I am not very sure about it because it is not very clear. I made it on software on flickr. You just have to type the word in box provided, and it picks up words from the album and comes up with a wonderful set of alphabets. Everytime you clik on a alphabet, you get a new picture. Mine was this:-

I loved the way it came out but I wasn’t sure where to use it. I had already made some changes in my Header Image yesterday, so I thought I’d change my avatar. But then even after a putting in a lot of effort in bringing it to this small a size, I am not very sure about this avatar. What do you say? Should I keep the present one or the previous ‘sheep’ avatar was better?

I have provided you with enough stuff to waste your time upon. Do let me know whether you were able to scribble anything successfully or make words before anyone stole them from you?

The Flickr one is a must try but the only catch is that the images may be copyrighted so, you can never be sure. Rather you can click and upload your alphabets, and create something interesting.

My Family.My Movie.

I am a movie buff but when it comes to relating myself with a character of a movie, I relate with none. But this meme where I was NOT tagged by Jay, asks me to relate myself with a movie character and make a movie of my life. Here are the rules….. as always:-

If you had to select celebrities/actors to play the parts in the story of your life today (including yourself!), who would it be and why – this can be based on looks or personality.

The Rules -

1. List the people who would play you, and the key people in your life.
2. Give credit to the person who tagged you.
3. Link your answers to the original blog, that’s here at iRamble.
4. Tag four new people to participate.

Now this was pretty tough for me until I visited Speedy’s blog. You have to check out his NOT Tagged Meme; I found it extremely intelligent. He actually forced me to think out of the box. I would have been tad difficult for me to pick up the movie characters and fit in movie of my life. I’d rather think of a whole family and fit them accordingly.

 

And when I think of Family, I think of Family Guy . So, mine would be a Cartoon Movie. 

  

 

We are four members in our family- Dad, Mom, My Bother and Me! We have included the street dog, whom my mom loves a lot, in this picture. Its standards are raising, it was demanding wine, and my mom was convincing dad that we can serve him atleast one glass a day. Darn! The little kid in the picture is the one from neighbourhood; I am suspecting mom as to why was she so keen on getting him clicked with us. I dislike him totally so, may be he can play a role of villain in the movie.

 

And how can I forget Scratcher? Without him my movie would be incomplete. So here’s an uncensored picture of Us.

 

 

 

Characters

 

Dad- Head of the family, has a big paunch, a simple man, whose favourite pastime is to watch television. Am quite sure he must have told my mom the same thing what Peter (dad in Family Guy) told his wife once “Remember what I always tell you, if I come home in the middle of the day and catch you having sex with someone, I’ll kill you both”. Dad seems to find it frustrating when he is ‘wrong’ while Mom is ‘right’ about issues all the time.

 

Mom- Loves kids, and street dogs. She serves street dogs atleast twice a day with good meals, and mostly gets tickling gits in evening to distribute sweets. She is a stay-at-home lady who can be really nasty at times, and can be the cuddliest at the next instance. She is famous among the neighbourhood kids and one of the best home makers I have known so far. Her habit of keeping things extra-clean gets on to my nerves at times.

Brother- Totally opposite of Chris’s character, who is obese and unintelligent, in Family guy. Bro is an eye candy for women in town, has an detailed knowledge about actors, movies and music. In one of the episodes of Family guy it was mentioned that Chris was born as an accident due to a broken condom, I wonder whether same happened with my brother as well.

Scratcher- Mathematician at heart, loves me a lot…although I think that he loves maths more than me. A movie buff, bibliomaniac, rocker, a walking-talking dictionary, and can fight like nobody’s business. His character reminds me of Russell Crowe from A Beautiful Mind though but I’ll stick to Family Guy’s family.

 

Me-  The only character I have related myself with is Dagny Taggart’s from the book Atlas Shrugged.  It is played by Angelina Jolie in the movie. I wish I had a sexy pout like her. I wish! Am oldest child in my family, have a short temper, always whine about my weight, wear specs, so somewhere I would fit in the character of Megan, the daughter in Family Guy.

 

The dog and the kid would have very sidey roles in the movie until my mom really goes to an extent of protesting about it. The kid would always be playing pranks and disturbing my life, and the dog would be a talking dog, whose language would be understood only by my mom.

 

I’ll take some time to decide the plot of the movie. That’s all for now!

 

********The End********

 

This was darn tough! But Hey! I did it. Now, Dance, Dance, Drop Your Pants!

 

 

 

Rev, Olga, 70s, and Diane- Would you like to do this? 

 

Happy Birthday To India And Papa!

Jai Hind

Today India celebrates its 61^st Year of Independence, the day when India woke up to freedom way back in 1947.  A landmark which gives much reason to celebrate and rejoice. This year since the Independence Day is on Friday, it is an extended weekend for many.   

15^th August is one of the biggest days that we as a nation celebrate; this takes me back to my school days. The preparation for the big day used to start atleast a week before. The best part about the whole week was that there were less number of classes, less studies, less burden of homework and loads of fun. The preparation for dance, singing, marches, decorations, competitions, speeches etc. used to go on full swing with a hope that every thing would go well on the D Day. Teachers used to bang their heads against the kids so that the young chaps perform well, and leave a good impression in front of the Chief Guest in turn making the Principal swell with pride. The best part about the preparation was that every second student was eager to participate in atleast one of the competitions, so that students get maximum time to bunk their classes in the name of Independence Day Preparation. Competitions for dance and singing were the easiest to prepare but the speech competition used to throw the biggest challenge. As kids, the fantasy of standing in front of some 1000 odd faces and speaking something that could leave people in awe used to be great, but then who knew how to write an inspiring speech at the age of 12-13? You may have grown up listening to the bravery tales of Freedom Fighters but trust me it does not strike at all when you are struggling to write a speech just to gain a high position in your teacher’s ‘list of favourite students’. So, the immediate help that comes to your mind is either your parents or your elder sibling. They write, you speak. Easy!  But still a request about carrying the speech-chits on the podium never used to cease, just in case students forget the difficult words while speaking in front of awed audience.  

 

 

Then comes the much awaited 15^th August. The morning starts with patriotic songs playing at every 100 meters in the vicinity. We used to get ready for school in our ultra white uniforms, white (washed) canvas shoes, tri colour ribbon bands tied on our wrists, and all the stuff needed for whichever competition we were taking part in. Students were to reach the school much earlier to decorate the school premises, give a final practise to their act, and wait for the programme to begin. Teachers used to align the students according to the ascending order of their heights ( being tallest in class, I hated standing in the last….always), the voice of ‘shussshhhh’ from teachers used to fly around, and the nervousness on the faces of students who were taking part in competitions was inevitable. The Chief Guest used to enter the school amongst the applaud from the students, hoist the national flag and everyone used to sing the national anthem followed by the perfect salute to the flag. Then starts the programme for the Chief Guest, and the nail chewing session for the students.

The feelings from going to the stage to coming back were nothing less than an accomplishment. ‘Shivering legs before going to dais to deliver the speech….. a fake nervous smile as soon as you stand on the podium….start the words that you have learnt by rote….Stop and hurry away from the stage.’ In this hurry of stepping away from the stage, you forget if anyone even applauded for you. You come back, take a pat from teacher, and look for your friends so that you get to sit next to them. Friends are great; even if you have delivered the trashiest speech in a day, atleast for that entire day they tell you that you did well. Ha!

After all the competitions and parlances get over, starts the much awaited sweet distributing ceremony. That’s also a tricky business. As soon as you get your share, you have to leave the premises so that you can’t come for a second share. Sometimes if you don’t like your sweets, you can exchange them with your friends (although in very rare cases).  Then come back home early, sleep, play, and enjoy your kind of day.

For me 15^th August is all the more special because it’s my dad’s birthday. For years I have been telling my dad that I am two days elder to him. The biggest excitement of coming back home early on 15^th August (s) was that mom used to prepare special dishes, and there was a special outing arranged for the evening.

Today again it’s 15^th August so, Happy Independence Day to India and Happy Birthday to Papa.:)

Don’t forget to eat the cake before you leave.

 

Happy Birthday Papa:)