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.