.... I've been lazy. And most obviously, I haven't been posting a whole lot lately.
I apologise.
I have a fairly good reason though. I've mentioned it already.
I'm lazy.
It isn't as if lots haven't been happening lately. One simply doesn't have the patience to transcribe events. Well, it doesn't help if one DOES have the patience while one is walking on a street or doing laundry, but it simply vanishes when pen, paper and/or laptop is in access. It's a most peculiar phenomenon but it exists. And there's very little we can do about it, except gawk at it.
So what HAS been happening off-late?
I started Salsa classes and they're fun. Heavily over-subscribed, no doubt, but fun! And I finally learn a ball-room dance! Hurrah!
Classes are more boring than ever. On the brighter side, they make the Breakfast and Lunch break all the more interesting.
I have no non-academic occupation that I have to fit into routine, which troubles me so.
Sessional Tests are close, and having been blessed with the worst teachers of each department, I feel ever so ready to perform pathetically.
Everyone around all of a sudden seems to be broke. Myself included. It is my belief that there is some supernatural phenomenon operating all around that seems to be driving us penny-less.
The newspaper seems to have nothing appealing nowadays.
Manipal is rather windy and the sun isn't strong so it isn't all that unpleasant to step out anymore.
There seems to be no College Fest around the corner for me to attend.
March draws closer.
I suppose that's all I can think of. Something juicy should hit this page soon.
Stay tuned!
Monday, 19 February 2007
Saturday, 10 February 2007
Wednesday, 7 February 2007
A Tale Of Two Blondies
I was rather honoured to be allowed into a delegation of the Literary And Debating Club of our college, representing it at the recently concluded Cultural Festival of IIM, Bangalore (Unmaad) in which I took part in a rather innovative competition called "Spin Doctor."
The contest involved Creative Writing and Extempore and required a vivid imagination.
While a member of our delegation won the first position (Great going, VJ), I tied with a member of the host college for the second position.
The prelims of the contest required us to string together four images provided by them and weave up a story. It had to be as insane as possible, with no room for common sense. In their words, "humour would be appreciated."
The story was to be limited to one A4 sized sheet, the hardest restriction.
The four images were..
1. A Britney Spears promo picture.
2. The Leaning Tower Of Pisa.
3. A Penguin
4. A Hot Air Balloon.
I thus present my entry, which I call "A Tale Of Two Blondies"
Please do not seek any logic. Nor reason.
______________
It was a rather cloudy day. As the rain lashed the windows, Britney sat in her living room consulting an outdated weather forecast. Having decided to make most of the "clear, sunny day", she committed to embarking upon a "Tour de la France."
Britney had made a New Year Resolution on the first day of that month to become self sufficient. That the month was August did not bother her.
Thus she chalked out her itinerary (with chalk), purchased her own air-tickets, flew more than half way across the world (US to Europe, trans-pacific) and completed her journey.
"The Eiffel Tower! How romantic," she gasped as she looked upon the Leaning Tower Of Pisa.
Unable to converse with the elevator operator in spite of aid from her "French To English" Dictionary, she climbed the steps to the top floor for a scenic view only to find another blonde leaning out the window.
"I wish you wouldn't lean so," spat an impatient Britney. "Your weight is making the tower tilt."
"Oh, I must find a way to escape this imprisonment," cried the blonde, Rapunzel. "My prince charming is waiting for me. And that Old-Hag-Of-A-Witch could return any moment. Her watch isn't working, you see. I'm afraid my hair isn't long enough to let me down any more. I suppose I should've avoided a hair-cut."
"Why did you get a hair-cut?"
"Well, I had a free coupon. And the bob is in fashion again."
"How foolish could you possibly get?" exclaimed Britney, disregarding her own existence.
"Hark! How dare you call me foolish!" thundered Rapunzel. "I shall turn you into a frog!"
"Ha!" Ha-ed Britney. "You couldn't if you wanted to. You aren't the Old-Hag-Of-A-Witch."
"Well," chirped an annoyed Rapunzel, "it would interest you to know that I am, in fact, training under the Old-Ugly-Hag-Of-A-Witch."
As Britney 'Uh Oh'-ed, Rapuzel brandished out her new wand (the broken end of a broomstick that the Old-Hag-Of-A-Witch had (ab)used upon Rapunzel on having learnt that she would have to take to climbing steps.) and promptly turned Britney into a penguin. Clearly, she hadn't been following her lessons well.
Britney didn't mind too much for the void in her head was now gone, possibly because her brain now fit well into her head.
Meanwhile, in an unfortunate turn of events, the Bush administration had issued recent orders for extermination of all penguins on the planet.
"I firmly believe that penguins are up to no good," Bush had lashed from atop a Banana tree. "They may look harmless.... Do not be fooled! Look at their faces! Is it not obvious that they are conspiring to do away with the human race? Our lives are under threat! They mustn't live!"
As an alleged innovation, he decided to have them mounted on hot-air balloons and buried into the ground.
And thus, the planet was freed of all penguins as well as Britney.
Rapunzel continued to lean out the window until one day, the tower gave way and collapsed, granting her an escape. As she looked up at heaven and thanked the holy lord, she was , unexpectedly, attacked and devoured by a lost hyena.
The End.
________________
The second round (finals) was all the more exciting. But that's another story.
The contest involved Creative Writing and Extempore and required a vivid imagination.
While a member of our delegation won the first position (Great going, VJ), I tied with a member of the host college for the second position.
The prelims of the contest required us to string together four images provided by them and weave up a story. It had to be as insane as possible, with no room for common sense. In their words, "humour would be appreciated."
The story was to be limited to one A4 sized sheet, the hardest restriction.
The four images were..
1. A Britney Spears promo picture.
2. The Leaning Tower Of Pisa.
3. A Penguin
4. A Hot Air Balloon.
I thus present my entry, which I call "A Tale Of Two Blondies"
Please do not seek any logic. Nor reason.
______________
It was a rather cloudy day. As the rain lashed the windows, Britney sat in her living room consulting an outdated weather forecast. Having decided to make most of the "clear, sunny day", she committed to embarking upon a "Tour de la France."
Britney had made a New Year Resolution on the first day of that month to become self sufficient. That the month was August did not bother her.
Thus she chalked out her itinerary (with chalk), purchased her own air-tickets, flew more than half way across the world (US to Europe, trans-pacific) and completed her journey.
"The Eiffel Tower! How romantic," she gasped as she looked upon the Leaning Tower Of Pisa.
Unable to converse with the elevator operator in spite of aid from her "French To English" Dictionary, she climbed the steps to the top floor for a scenic view only to find another blonde leaning out the window.
"I wish you wouldn't lean so," spat an impatient Britney. "Your weight is making the tower tilt."
"Oh, I must find a way to escape this imprisonment," cried the blonde, Rapunzel. "My prince charming is waiting for me. And that Old-Hag-Of-A-Witch could return any moment. Her watch isn't working, you see. I'm afraid my hair isn't long enough to let me down any more. I suppose I should've avoided a hair-cut."
"Why did you get a hair-cut?"
"Well, I had a free coupon. And the bob is in fashion again."
"How foolish could you possibly get?" exclaimed Britney, disregarding her own existence.
"Hark! How dare you call me foolish!" thundered Rapunzel. "I shall turn you into a frog!"
"Ha!" Ha-ed Britney. "You couldn't if you wanted to. You aren't the Old-Hag-Of-A-Witch."
"Well," chirped an annoyed Rapunzel, "it would interest you to know that I am, in fact, training under the Old-Ugly-Hag-Of-A-Witch."
As Britney 'Uh Oh'-ed, Rapuzel brandished out her new wand (the broken end of a broomstick that the Old-Hag-Of-A-Witch had (ab)used upon Rapunzel on having learnt that she would have to take to climbing steps.) and promptly turned Britney into a penguin. Clearly, she hadn't been following her lessons well.
Britney didn't mind too much for the void in her head was now gone, possibly because her brain now fit well into her head.
Meanwhile, in an unfortunate turn of events, the Bush administration had issued recent orders for extermination of all penguins on the planet.
"I firmly believe that penguins are up to no good," Bush had lashed from atop a Banana tree. "They may look harmless.... Do not be fooled! Look at their faces! Is it not obvious that they are conspiring to do away with the human race? Our lives are under threat! They mustn't live!"
As an alleged innovation, he decided to have them mounted on hot-air balloons and buried into the ground.
And thus, the planet was freed of all penguins as well as Britney.
Rapunzel continued to lean out the window until one day, the tower gave way and collapsed, granting her an escape. As she looked up at heaven and thanked the holy lord, she was , unexpectedly, attacked and devoured by a lost hyena.
The End.
________________
The second round (finals) was all the more exciting. But that's another story.
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