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My princi has lately started using a new technique to deal with the indisciplined students at school.

Yesterday, during the morning assembly, some students from the Senior wing were caught for not wearing proper uniform. So, a memo was issued to all of them.

Everything seemed so serious until we read the memo carefully....................................

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Dear Parents,

The turn out of your ward ________ studying in _____ is not to the mark. Kindly help us in the ticked off areas for turn out of your ward.

He / She shall be given handkerchief daily. (I don't own a handkerchief!)
He / She shall bring Napkin daily. (What??)
His / Her tiffin is not sufficient / shall be better organised. (Tiffin... ?!? I am on a diet..)
His / Her dress shall be properly ironed / cleaned (Dad irons my uniform regularly.. So no problem about that..)

His / Her hair is untidy / have lice in them. Kindly get him/ her treated for the same.
Nails are dirty and long (I am a regular nail biter - so nobody can catch me on this point :D)
He / She shall wash up properly before coming to school. (Irregular water supply in my house.. Can't yelp it!)
Needs proper dental care as teeth is pale and bad. Kindly insist on brushing twice daily. (Luckily I have no cavities...)

Hair shall not be left loose/ Hair band should be white & ribbon worn shall be black in colour (Muahahahhaha! Devilish Angel is in trouble.. )
Wearing of trinklets and jewellery is not permitted. (Duh!)
Shoes are not polished.

I hope the needful will be done.

___________ ______________
Signature of Class teacher Signature of Principal

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I wonder what the Princi had in mind while drafting such a MEMO. What does she want to prove by being so strict????

Farewell... Farewell... Farewell to you!
Goodbye... Goodbye... Goodbye to you! ***good heavens***

The lines, above is from a Farewell song that is usually sung in my school. But for a change - this ghatiya song wasn't sung today *sighs*.

If you have been reading the past posts on my blog or Devilish Angel's blog - you might be knowing that the much awaited Farewell ceremony for Class XII was to be held today.

So here is a special report exclusively, for my readers.

*Getting there:

The dancing troop... err... I mean 'troupe' - that included me, Devilish Angel & gang : hired a taxi... Somehow the gang managed to cram themselves up in the car. O boy - it was a "SMASHING" ride!

*In the school's auditorium:

The solemn farewell ceremony took off with the prayers... Then came the Guest (Refer : Devilish Angel's blog) on the stage with his 'awesome' speech that almost sparked a fire. How? He kept on blabbering nonsense and great things about India when the fact is that my school contains students of mixed nationalities. His speech should have been neutral. It could have hurt the sentiments of the students from our neighbouring countries.

Devilish Angel and I kept on praying for an end in his speech... And when it was finally over - the guest promised to come back next time [NAHINNNN!!]

*Back stage - time draws near :

The Cultural programme for the Farwell party begins. We named our dance troupe - DEVILISH ANGELS! *boo* We bit our nails, felt rats running in our stomach, attended the loo frequently and drank huge cans of Pepsi - out of nervousness.

*On the stage:
So it was our turn to dance on the stage. It went on fine until 'THE END'... Grrrr! Don't ask me what happened after that..

*Post-trauma:

After all that had taken place in 'THE END' - the troupe decided to change outfits and sit among the audience. The members of the troupe went on to have their lunch - except me. I was too depressed to eat any thing..

*Total recovery :

I, then, got into my traditional Indian dress... I was GORGEOUS! Hope you read the block letters carefully... You know - I really feel on top of the world when I look GORGEOUS.

None of my female classmates said 'Hi' to me.. Jealous bunch of girls! My close friends were an exception - coz they stood by my side all day long.
The guys turned their faces to look at me...! [Was I that GORGEOUS??!??]

Anywayz readers... My next post will contain lotsa photos.

That's it from Insidemamind's news desk. Got to get back to my studies... Now where is my Biology text book????

'Expressions!! Expressions!! I need expressions.....', went our choreographer once again.

Now don't let your imaginations run wild! I haven't joined the Film Industry, silly.. :p I am talking about the dance rehearsals for the Class XII farewell (27.01.2005) to be put up by Class XI (that includes me..).

Duh! I almost lost my temper when the choreographer went on blasting us with the importance of EXPRESSIONS while dancing. What EXPRESSIONS????? Our choreographer expected us to wink during one of the dance steps. Sheesh! Expressions should come from within - it shouldn't be forced on us...

Imagine yourself in the loo - and you really want to make no.2 but it's not coming out - the expression that appears on your face during a horrible situation like this, definitely comes from within - right?

Forget about the EXPRESSIONS...

The whole farewell is turning out to be a totally filmi affair. The Salman Khans and Aishwariya Rais of my school are all ready with what they are going to wear for the D-day. The girls want to wear traditional sarees and guys want to wear kurtas. Eeeeeks!

Just before my school closed down for the Eid holidays, the girls were discussing about what hair style they are going to wear for the farewell.

GIRL 1: You know I am going to do the BUTTERFLY style for my hair.
GIRL 2: That's out-dated yaar. Why not do the BUBBLE style?

Now what's BUTTERFLY and BUBBLE hair style.. ???!!?? I have never heard of them before. Crazy girls!!

All I know is that - I have got to be myself for the Farewell. I don't want to impress anyone with nasty hair-styles. I won't be wearing a sari either just to prove how traditional I am... I will be ME - the same (HOT) Insidemamind!

Before signing off, here is a poem dedicated in loving memory of my friend's mother who died during a Hajj Pilgrimage, last year two years back.


Wings Of The Angels
by Tim Chambers

A gentle wind blew cross the land
Reaching out to take a hand
For on the winds the angels came
Calling out a mother's name.
Left behind, the children's tears
Loving memories of the years
Of joy and love, a life well spent
And now to God a mother's sent.
On angel's wings, a heavenly flight
The journey home, towards the light
To those who weep, a life is gone
But in God's love, 'tis but the dawn.

Believe it or not - I am HOT ! I seem to make a good impression on everybody that I come across in my daily life. I have the knack of getting along with people of all ages. Can't believe me??

Before:

One week ago, I had a dance rehearsal ( ... for the Class XII farewell) at a friend's (OUR CHOREOGRAPHER) place. During the rehearsal, I got a chance to meet my friend's 7 year old sister. She was so chweeeeeet to me.. She planted nearly 8-9 kisses on my cheeks that day Here is a dialogue that took place between both of us.

Younger sis: Why are you so sweet?
Me: Sweet??? I don't think I am so sweet...
Younger sis: I wish you were my sister. You would have loved me so much... (giving me a big hug)
Me: (thinking..) 'Aww man! That's so touching.. I wish I had a younger sis like her...

Duh! I fell for her trap.... Never knew that she would finally torture me like anything.

After:

Today, I went to my friend's house once again for the dance practice. Boom! The minute the little girl - opened the door to let me in, she began bombarding me with kisses..... Phew! I danced and danced at her house till I dropped.

When it was time to leave - the little girl came to me and gave me a big smile... I found that so cute. Then she asked me to bend a little bit - so that she could kiss me.... Well, she kissed me alright, but along with that she bit my left cheek like as if it was Tandoori chicken. Cheeeeeee! Imagine the pain she had inflicted on my poor little cheek... Sheeesh!

I didn't bother to scream at her, after all she wasn't to be blamed. She did it out of love... not out of revenge or something!

I will never step into that little girl's house from now onwards... This time she only bit my cheek - next time who knows what she will bite.

Anywayz, chill out peeps! I am still HOT!!

I have been observing my mom and dad carefully for the past few weeks.. I just can't help but admire the way they both love each other. It's so unique and different from the rest.

Ahem! I hope my future husband will be a good friend to me and all that stuff... You know what I mean na! I don't think I have to go deep into that...

No matter what... I am sure about one thing! I will be a good wife to him... HOW???

Err... That's simple!

1. I will never let him out of my sight. Wherever I go, I will make sure that he is with me only... And if he is out of station, then I will give him a Nokia mobile to carry on his trip. *can't trust these guys you know!*



2. I shall not spend a single second without him.......



3. ..... If he comes home late from work, gets drunk or cheat me - I will not divorce him



* Heart is where the home is...! And if he tries to run away from home...

"I am a Complan boy..!", screams the cute little boy in the Complan ad on television.

I just began to realise how important it is to drink Complan regularly.
How?????
Well this afternoon, as I knelt down to pick up something fallen on the floor - *PHATACK!* - I heard something .....

Now don't let your creative juices flow and think something nasty.

It wasn't a fart, for sure (AHEM!). It was a cracking sound. It took me few seconds to realise that my hip bone had cracked...
Aaaah! Mera kamar ab dhuk raha hain... Don't tell me that I have gone wrong with my Hindi grammar once again.. *sob! sob!*

Have a test to answer tomorrow and am busy blogging here.. Karna padta hain! Blogging, hogging and slogging are important for my survival - you see...

I will be back with an interesting post very soon..

Listening to : Mujhe saajan ke ghar jaana hain ( Muhahahhaha! I have no idea from which movie this song is from)

Before you can hit the X (close) button on top, thinking you have landed on the wrong blog.... Relaxxx!!! This is Explore my mind and you have come to the right place :p
As you can see, I have changed the layout. It took me a night to get the template in a working condition.
You see --- I have created this template : Ya! It's me!!!!!! :->
*I did it for the first time*

Now I would like to know your opinion about this template.

Do you think this template is as good as the previous one? If you think it's full of flaws, then go ahead and criticise. :-p I am ready to face it!

Do you have any suggestions on how I could make this template even more better?

Got to go now.. I have a tuition class to attend. Au revoir!

Dear [future] Chudail-in-law (Errr.... Mother-in-law)

I am sorry to tell you that if you are reading this letter, it is because you may become my mother-in-law one day. Lately, my mind and heart have been filled with thoughts of you, the family and your cute looking son (Uff! He is a hunk!) that we will one day share.

I wonder where you are and what you are doing right now... Are you busy deciding how much dowry you are going to snatch from my dad?? :) Oh no - you don't!!Let me tell you something - you won't get a penny from him... tsk! ***He is a miser***

After reading the sentence above, you must be ready with a plan about how to harass me on my first day in my sasural. But your plans will never work out... 'Coz I will never step in your house in the first place at all... Haven't you heard about nuclear families??? I and my 'woh' will settle down in a separate flat some where in the surburbs and live happily ever after. How cool is that?

Scared already, huh? Muhahahhaha!

Don't worry - I was just kidding....

Nowadays, mothers-in-law have become so famous for burning their daughters-in-law and making the whole tragic episode look like an accident. But please don't plan on setting me on fire - since the prices of gas and kerosene has increased over the years. Why do you want to spend your precious money unnecessarily???

I guess we will make a good pair.

Waiting forward to meet you.

In the mean time, enjoy your life as much as possible... Pata nahin kal kya hoga...

Yours forever,
Modern Bahu (Daughter-in-law)

1. What did you do in 2004 that you'd never done before?
Hehe! I have learnt to say no. I am no longer the sweet girl who keeps on doing whatever you want her to do.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions for 2004?
New year's resolution..? Bah! I made a promise that I would lose weight and become thin at the end of the year.... But... don't want to talk about it

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Yes! The cat who leaves her smelly shit next to my flat every day.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Yes. My pet cat - Anya. I still miss her alot....

5. What countries did you visit in 2004?
None.. What a boring life!

6. What would you like to have in 2005 that you lacked in 2004?
A vital statistics of 36-24-36.

7. Did you fall for someone last year?
Nah! Dad didn't give me that chance to do that...

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
I haven't made a single enemy But this year I am going to make lots... Muhahahhahahah!

9. What was your biggest failure?
Hurting someone that was close to me. I didn't do well in the Class X board exams - I expected alot but ended up getting only 84.6%

10. What was the best thing you bought in 2004?
Nothing... Materialistic things don't matter to me.

11. Whose behavior merited celebration?
That's going to be alot of people - coz last year, plenty of 'em bugged me ....So I guess they deserve a 'bash - full' celebration!

12. What did you get really, really, really excited about in 2004?
I am always excited.. But I was really, really, really excited when my prayers were finally answered.

13. What did you learn from life last year?
a. Nobody has the right to tell me what to do... I am nobody 's slave.
b. Happiness lies in making other people smile.
c. I am beautiful and gorgeous - no matter what people say

14. Compared to this time last year, are you happier or sadder?
I am definitely much happier.. I have got all that I wanted in life now.

15. What do you wish you'd done more of in 2004?
Exercise, exercise and more exercise.... * If only I could be like Urmila...*

16. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Drooling over.......... *keep guessing*

17. What were your favorite TV programs in 2004?
Roswells and The Chronicles... Man! The local TV channel doesn't air them anymore

18. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Hmmm... Let me think! Nah... I never hate anyone. That's my life-time policy!

19. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2004?
Tradition Indian dresses "was" my personal fashion concept in 2004... Now it is something else...

20. Who kept you sane in 2004?
What the hell??!? I am not sane and will never intend to be... Anyway, the people who have prevented me from being extreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemely insane are my mom and dad.

Finally - here is a new year message for all my readers....

I AM WHAT I AM.. HATE ME OR LOVE ME - I DON'T CARE A DAMN!
*I have begun to love my new attitude for 2005*

Just kidding!

The other day, I was watching an Indian movie called Raincoat with my parents. The movie brought back fresh memories of my best friend. Life seemed so bleak when I lost him finally.

You must be curious to know what the ‘telephone’ has to de with my story.. Well I met my friend through a telephone call. Funny, isn’t it? I mean people usually make friends at school, a workplace or at a particular place. But I found my friend through a telephone call. I was too young at that time to realise the implications of trusting a stranger. But then that’s it!

Ok so where was I? Haan! I was talking about how we met….It was a beautiful morning and I was alone at home studying for a test. I was so engrossed in what I was learning when suddenly I heard the phone ring. When I picked up the phone, nobody spoke. So I kept the phone down.

I went back to my studies. And - the phone rang again.

I went to pick up the phone and no one spoke… Now this was getting beyond the limits of my tolerance. I was furious. I immediately asked the person on the other hand phone to keep the phone down and leave me alone for a while since I was busy studying.

Voila! My wish was put into effect for the next few hours… The anonymous caller did not bother me for a while. I found that cute.. I mean I really like it when someone listens to me and takes my words into consideration. So the caller made a good impression on my mind for being so obedient.

Soon, the caller called me once again. This time I didn’t speak rudely. Instead, I waited till the person on the other end spoke up and indeed my idea worked out.

So here the story begins. We shared minute details about each other.. We became really good buddies. Soon, the phone calls became an addiction. My day wouldn’t go nicely if I didn’t speak to him. Our conversations became lengthy and would go on for hours together.

Finally he stopped speaking to me. It was my fault. But that didn’t stop me from being his friend. I continues emailing every day. After two years, the number of emails gradually decreased… It’s not that I have forgotten him.. I am just trying to get rid off this addiction of speaking to him. At the same time, I haven’t broken my promise of being his friend forever. I still send messages and e-cards once in a while..

Ever since then, I haven't had a best friend or shared my secrets with anyone. I have begun having a strong dislike for telephones in general.

My addiction has now turned towards blogs. Lol! I am a very obsessive person.. :-p *BEWARE*

Ok! Got to go now… I have to visit the loo once again in search of a new idea for the next post on my blog. Au revoir!