Spongebob Squarepants!!

Look, it's Spongebob
The sponge named Bob
Eatin' corn on the cob
Tellin the fish to shut their gob
So he can find a real job

Then Spongebob
Ran into a mob
Who were out to wipe out another mob
So he began to sob
'Cause the mob was also out to rob

Then Spongebob
Got away from the mob
But he ran into Rob
Who began to sob
'Cause he saw Spongebob

And then Rob said, "You see Spongebob...
I began to sob
Because I'm not really Rob
But his brother Zob!"
And so one more mystery was solved

Written by Flutterby and I, back in 12th grade in another one of those math classes, I believe, correct me if I'm wrong. What a brilliant piece of poetry...:D

Around the city again

A blast from the past

Here is something written by paranoid.android and flutterby way back in 2003, in math class no less. I have managed to unearth it from ancient stuff, posted back in the days of xanga.

iHARK KRAH!

Noah had an ark
Which made the lovely dog bark.
So Noah took the dog to the park
And in the process, the dog caught a lark.
But, unfortunately the lark was stuck in a bark.
Then Noah said, 'Hark, Hark!'
"I think there are death eaters around 'cause I see the dark mark.
I think they're after the secret of the quark."
'Hark, Hark!'

There goes the dark mark in the dark.
There go the death eaters into the dark.
Followed by a dark shark.
The shark wants to eat them, Hark, Hark!
All this reminded Noah of Joan of Arc
Who perished at the hands of a shark
While Noah got lost in the park.
Then Noah went about screaming Hark Hark!
Until he was found by Micheal Jark
Who was eating the Dark Mark
Now that he knew the secret of the secret quark.
And that my friends is the story of Noah's ark,
the quark and the dark mark

What were we thinking?

edit: It was written on the 13th of September in 2003. I can even now feel how boring those math classes were!

Buckle shoes, bow shoes, pretty pointy-toe shoes...

As part of my vacation saga, I present a shoe-y story. While others may have bad hair days, or bad something else weeks, I apparently have "bad shoe months" (so christened by paranoid.android.) So, this is what a bad shoe month is - you ruin four pairs of perfectly good shoes, for no fault of your own! How does one ruin FOUR pairs of shoes? How can that happen?!

Here is how -
Day 1: Land in Hyderabad. First pair of shoes inexplicably snap.

Next few days are good on the shoe front.

Day 8: Second pair of shoes are ruined, and how! I found a piece of a hacksaw blade through one of them while walking home.

Another couple of good days, until... a double attack!
Day 22: My beloved floaters are ruined. While on the footpath in begumpet, one just broke!

Day 23: And this time, it could possibly, probably, perhaps, maybe be partially my fault. I insisted on standing on this tiny patch of rock in a pond and slipped and my poor poor leather jutis got all wet.

sigh

That Time of the Year

It's that time of the year, well almost, when parts of the world go crazy over shopping and picking out an ideal party to attend. Christmas I don't celebrate, for me it's just another day on which I get bored and sleep a lot. Then there's New Year's, on which I'm not partying because I don't have company to party with and I don't have permission either. In fact New Year's is overrated, nothing good ever comes of it, I'm generally depressed or thinking too much about all that went wrong (trust me lots go wrong every year). Then to top it all up, twenty-three days after New Year's comes my birthday, the one day in my life on which I wish I could stop existing, something almost always goes wrong on my birthday (last year was an exception).

On a brighter note, I'm at home and I'm having fun and getting bored at the same time. Met up with friends recently and had so much fun! I had pizza and garlic bread for dinner yesterday, heaven on a triangular piece of dough...

Life doesn't always kick you in the ass, sometimes it misses.

A View from the Top

Well, this is a view from Charminar. Just look how many autos there are!

Traffic Woes

Traffic in this city has become insane! Everywhere, and especially begumpet. I was stuck in begumpet for 50 minutes the other day, and that after traveling 12 kilometres from home in a record 25 minutes. How can that tiny stretch accommodate any more traffic? If people just keep buying cars and if theres just that one road that gets you to most places, its a wonder anyone drives anymore. Airlifts anyone?

For a change, I was glad it wasn't me driving. It was a fun day apart from that though, good company and some fabulous food.

Around the City

After living in this city all my life, I wonder why I don't explore more often.

Woodchuck Chronicles

"How much wood would a Woodchuck chuck if a Woodchuck could chuck wood?"

After being ridiculed in such a degrading manner, the Woodchucks put together a committee to take down all the likes of those who refuse to worship them. It all started off when the Woodchucks realized that they were the only animals who weren't worshiped, and to protest against the unfairness of the world, they asked the Animal Rights Foundation (ARF) to fund bazookas so that they could kill off their predators. Little did the ARF know that not only would these bazookas be used for killing off predators, but also for forcing the human race to worship these little critters. The Woodchucks have decided that the only to bring salvation to their species is to take over the world. So humans, now who's the hunted?

The First Commandment: "Thou shalt be good else the wrath of the Woodchucks shall fall upon thee..."

Oh Woodchuck Gods, I pray thee bestow thy love and forgiveness upon us...and allow us to destroy those who deny thy existence.

Oh Woodchuck Gods, look upon us with kindness and place us not on the wrong, but the right side of thy bazookas, and allow us to assist thee in thy quest to take over the world.

Achuck

Monkey Kick Off

paranoid.android - 5465
flutterby - 4023

ok, we've got to stop now!

A Thought

As I try to write a short story for creative writing class, I can't help but remember a tiny village I visited in the summer - Gangapur. It was an enchanting little village, with its primary claim to fame being a 1000 year old Chennakesava temple. It was this temple that took my team there, but the drive through brought out some things quite striking. The village seems cut off from the outside world in spite of a semi-famous temple and being just five kilometers from a town. Just five kilometers make all the difference... from concrete to huts made of mud and chilies drying on the ground, from children waving at a foreign 'car' to a temple at the centre of the village, the calm at all times, and the little things that make people smile. Its all surreal.

Lost In Allahabad

Ah, I absolutely love blogging, even if I have nothing to talk about as such. I'm not having classes right now because our teachers have left us off due to Diwali. I did something really smart today (note the sarcasm), I got lost.

I happily went out alone as I was getting bored and I didn't want to eat today's mess food, and since I had no company, I went alone. On the way back, the rickshaw guy suddenly stopped and started asking me for double the amount he had first stated. This kind of pissed me off, so I got off the rickshaw and decided to find another one, execpt I started walking in the wrong direction thinking all roads have to meet some place or the other.

I then ran into another rickshaw, and settled the money with him, and was on my way. I had no idea that he didn't know how to take me to the hostel, and he himself didn't speak up about that. We came to a fork in the road, and I told him where to go, but he said he'll go the other way, and like an idiot, I agreed, thinking again that all roads have to meet somewhere. After about five minutes, I thought I had been on that road before, so I didn't say anything about how I think he's going the wrong way.

After some more time, I realized that I hadn't been on that road after all and I told him to ask for directions, but he kept putting it off, until finally he himself realized that I really didn't know how to get to my destination. Even then, he didn't ask properly, and I still felt hopelessly lost. Finally with great difficulty I pinpointed my exact location (luckily I have a good memory, I've been to this medical store only once before a long time ago, and I recognized it) and was on my way back to the hostel. Luckily the guy was decent enough not to ask me for extra money.

Boy was it an experience or what! Luckily it wasn't already dark, else I would've been in a lot of trouble. I saw parts of Allahabad that I never intended to see, and I actually enjoyed it upto a certain extent, though I would still prefer not getting lost. I think I'm better off not traveling alone in the future. I should really stop trying to be so smart.

State of Mind

When you walk down that road, and through that old house.

When you see that great tree, and the old, low branch.

When you walk out to it, to swing like old times.

When you walk right through it and fall to the ground.

When you get up and smile, and see there’s no tree.

When you retrace your steps, and find a great crowd.

When you turn around and whisper to me.

When I don’t exist and you never frown.

You know you’re insane, but maybe you’re wrong.

By: Flutterby

Begin again...

Its nearing the end of another another semester, another year and what better way to celebrate it than another blog!

So, I'm an indecisive person. You should know that. I just can't decide on what to put in this post. And, I end up with nothing.