tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123943742012-02-12T21:56:29.378+05:30a blog dedicated to Superman and Humour.new age scheherazadehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03261149207708986137noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12394374.post-26398791965971748062008-07-10T23:17:00.006+05:302008-07-10T23:50:39.442+05:30

Posting after a very long time, I can't make the excuse that I was out of the country and busy, that I was stressed with college admissions, or that I had no access to the Internet, because all those are patently excuses, and what it really was, was the cussed laziness that has plagued me all my life. So without apologizing, I will start with the blog post that I've been meaning to write for the

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I'm sneaking out some time between the rocking back and forth and memorising and the anxiety driven eating binges to bring you this post on the Board Exams. Straight from the horse's mouth, as it were. While the horse (metaphor for the Boards) is slowly chewing me up like unpalatable dried up oats.So between mouthfuls, I am going to dish out some Board advice.There are really only two ways to ace

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Anyone who has an old house (and loves every inch of it) will know, dust and mess do not a home make. Which is why the dear old things have to be cleaned out from roof to ground floor every once in a while. (In our case, once every 50 years). And who is it that performs this expurgation? The daughters of the house, that’s who. In this case, one daughter, the others being responsible and working (

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I'm not bored, but Priyanka tagged me, and I'm more conscientous about tags than I am about my very-near exams, so I think I'll do this tag. I like tags.Rules:1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?Satisfaction - The Rolling Stones (

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First of all, I was on a forced hiatus for two months because of this post and my recalcitrant scanner. But i think you'll agree it needed the pictures.Speaking of the artwork, it's by my fabulous friend Inam, (I.M. in the comic), who draws divinely, and has a flair for pinning down expressions. In a crazy moment of masochism, we made her draw it up for the school magazine. Luckily no one really

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I'm writing this with about an hour to go before my eighteenth birthday. I will not even start on how much that's freaking me out, what with reaching the end of childhood without having changed the world an iota, being a useless lump upon the careworn soulders of the proletariat and a chronic time waster and what not. What I will do, is whine about other things.I was just looking over my first

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[This was written for flamebird' online magazine, and is reproduced here because priyanka said she needed another post(which makes me feel wanted, a bit), and i already had this written. Exams sneaked up on me again, and I will probably be failing this time, so please, no best of lucks.]The one subject most people have real trouble with in school is math. Whether it's the way it's taught, with no

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I've always been very much Indian. The indolence, the love of family, the respect for learning, the pointing-people-the-wrong-way-with-assurance, the garrulity, I have it all. And I'm proud of all that, and of my country. I do get that funny constriction in the chest when the national anthem's played, and I do feel compelled to rise to my feet and stand a little straighter. I hate hearing

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The first book i remember reading was not, interestingly, an Enid Blyton or a E Nesbit or even a Boxcar children book. ( Though I love reading them now. I must be in regression). It was this book called the Black Arrow. It was abridged, and by RLStevenson, and I loved it, still do. After that, I read every classic I could get my hands on to. I loved Jane Austen, and Dickens(i loved Dickens),

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Don't read this if you expect a nice post, I'm sick.(Literally, I mean.)I was a very healthy baby. I almost never cried, saving up all the whining for this blog; I never had croup, or measles, or chicken pox, or wooping cough, or mumps, or even the common cold or a stomach upset. And if I threw up on someone, it was only my way of protesting about the person, while sacrificing my dignity as

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Just as we reached school today, they gave us another week off for the PMT exams to be held. So school reopens on the 10th. And I'm amazingly happy about it. Relieved, even. Which as everyone probably agrees, is so boringly obvious and normal it's redundant to talk about, even on a blog.I was just thinking, in one of the most powerful scenes in the Fountainhead, of Roark the architect looking at

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There’s this section in orkut that always has me stymied when, having absolutely nothing better to do, I fill out my profile for the umpteenth time. It’s the ‘my passions’ field. And frankly, I do not like it one bit. I mean, I know I’m pretty much a vegetable when school’s out, and that the gang would probably rate me 8 on a boring scale of 10(none of them read this blog a lot, so I can safely

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Here's something I wrote for Elective English Homework at the beginning of last year...and i did the assignment at one in the night; so judge not, lest ye be judged.(This is I think the first time I'm posting any work on the net...that's why I chose this story..it's not particularly good.)Baby blues“You think your baby is cute? Was she done by the masters?If not, you’ve been tricked.To stay clear

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(For those of you who're reading this from those regions of outer space without television, Seth Cohen is the lanky nerd from the OC, the guilty-pleasure teen drama that's actually funny for a change.)The guy's tall and thin and wears baggy jeans ; is pretty intelligent and gets good grades, talkes fast and drawls, is amazingly funny in a chandler-type way, likes indie rock, obscure books and

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I've always been a real foodie.I can recognise spices in food.Food gets me worked up.The best way to keep me happy is to feed me. My nickname at home is 'andha kua' which, as you may have guessed, underlines my capability of stashing away the good stuff in enormous amounts.So when people ask you what irony is, you can tell them about this post.Our cook is this nice woman from some picturesque

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Some more memories...Looking back from the ripe old age of 17, I guess some of the most fun times have been when we at school (the Exciting Eleven, we were young and fond of Enid Blyton so excuse the name) were inventing up some of our weird scrapes to fall into, because the actual carrying out of them always made us so damn nervous that we always came within a hair's edge of being caught.Once we

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We, being the absent minded giggling girls we sadly are, lost the card. Talk about anticlimax.(Oh and to the anonymous guy who resented our guywatching in his comment, I thumb my nose.Like he wouldn't like two pretty young things looking at him.yeah, rrright.)

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A few days ago i met up with my friend sreerupa in Fame Hiland Park, near her house(our moms are friends and they tagged along too, like moms will). So we have fun, then head off to a eating plaza nearby and ditch the moms in a dhosa place (they're nice moms, very nice indeed, but well..you can't go guy watching with your mom along) and sit down near a busy throughfare outside a shop(they had

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[ Okay, I feel not-good, so this is going to be a sad, whiny post.Still reading? Don’t say I didn’t warn you.]On days when I don’t have school and I’m just sitting at home doing nothing, I get the feeling that time’s passing me by… I’m watching my life go by…it’s natural to feel a bit in limbo, I suppose because everything’s rushing by so fast, just a few days ago was the first day of 11th grade

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Writing about the Ozone street play got me thinking of the other plays I’ve been in, and huge attacks of stage fright notwithstanding, the stage is actually a really fun place to be. A place where you can shed your inhibitions and bask in the limelight. A place where you will get cheered (as your school will cheer you on!! Of course you’ll be jeered at too) and where you will forget your lines at

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So Ozone 2006 is over and it's back to school and handwriting practice( 'coz take notes is all we do) and i feel so empty. Abar back to drill in the hot sun for an hour and a half each day, Bengali class with the mad scramble for seats at the back, the lower-back-pain-inducing-chairs, the AC that doesn't work but is put there by the management on purpose to make us feel hotter....(fascinated?

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I've always loved learning how stuff works, how things happen, and the why of everything, so when my father handed me Richard Feynman's Lectures on Physics a year or two ago, I immediately fell in love with the books and, of course, the guy.Feynman simply has to be the most original thinker, the most versatile, the most human scientist ever- a bongo player, an acclaimed artist, an amateur safe

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I've proved my last post right by writing this after two months-I am the laziest creature on Earth.But then, it's my blog, so I rule.The other day i was looking at an old picture of myself at age 10 or so, and man, was I weird! Not ugly exactly, but well, disturbing.See what I mean?Glasses all over the place, the half-dead expression, the oversized sweater, all the signs of nerd-ness.....so

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because my birthday's coming up again, on the 11th of August,(i won't be "a sixteen year old girl from Kolkata,India " any more) and I suddenly realised that my blog's turned a year old a month ago. And i've made, like, four posts.So am i incredibly lazy? do I not have enough time? Is there nothing left to write about? I think I'll go with the laziness theory and make a birthday resolution to

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Recently i read The Tower Of Babel, JLA 02, (after buying it for the immensely low price of rs 35 at a second hand stall,yay) and was confronted with my age old conflict over who's the 'better', superman or batman.and it also made me feel quite uneasy, coz i absolutely sympathised with batman and his machiavellian manipulation (just love alliteration) and i couldn't for the life of me see why the

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i have just done a dumb thing or maybe it's a jonah day- the last two post were posted around july 2005 and due to my immense inertia,they were all i posted-so now i had to republish the blog and the dates are all changed-they're actually from july 2005.

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Who am I writing this to? Earlier I knew firmly not a living soul would read what I had written in the sacred sanctum of my diary, but I expect I always wrote with somebody in mind. The question is, whom do we write our diaries to? Whom do we have in mind when we cut out a line here; omit some incident ‘too special to share’? The one person we confide in? But I would never dream of letting my

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I’m a sixteen year old girl from Kolkata, India, and I’m starting a blog, this one, for no particular reason.I already have a top-secret diary kept snugly hidden in ……well, an equally top secret place, like 16 year old girls everywhere, so this public-diary thing seems kinda strange at first. I’m also used to the smooth scratching of my pen across blank sheets full of possibilities and the

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