my googlegangers

Don't we all run a google search of our own name often? Well I keep doing its a sick pastime.
Ok, the first few are some Sunaina Singhs on Facebook/ LinkedIn (I haven't signed up for these, but hey, thankfully Orkut pages don't show up!). Then there are these three to four year old scholarsip proclaiming sites, with names of successful candidates/ interviewees etc that refuse the leave cyberspace. I have won several schols, but THOSE don't show up here grrr. So, as of now, I am none of the Sunaina's on the first page, except as a member of SOGA (Scindia Old Girls Association)

There's a Sunaina Singh who has compared Margaret Atwood's and Anita Desai's feminist perspectives in their literature, or some such

Interspersed between several matrimonial sites advertising very Rajput brides is a porn star Sunaina Singh. YIKES.

Humph, I appear on the third page. My book chapter
Then there's some swimming champion, then there's
Uh Oh... page 5.... An ESCORT!!! She's some 5'4 Oriental Gem from Punjab. @#$%%
and below that #+**@ page is a news article about ME (PAU announces Thapar gold medals )

Some more old scholarship schemes ..."Stipend 2003 list of Meghalaya" ?? Why aren't such redundant pages REMOVED?

Huh, my paper appears on page 8 (my short communication)

Enough now. I need to be spending more time writing a high impact factor article. Or studying for my ARS exam. THAT would put me on the first page... lol

yay! me likes such stuffs

Last movie seen in a theatre: Juno

What book are you reading? : Do academic books count? Well, they better count. Biometrical Techniques in Plant Breeding (Singh and Narayanan). I actually finished all 24 chapters. Phew. Otherwise Bagchi's... Above Average

Favourite board game: Scrabble. and Chinese Checkers.

Favourite magazine: Dunno why... but glossy glam mags. Femina. Cosmopolitan. Elle.

Favourite smells: There are these smell amalgamations, I'd love to detail 'em
1. This smell I get when I enter villagey parts of western UP- suspended dust+fresh cowdung+cowdung cake smoke+freshly cut green fodder. Memories of Rasmai vacations
2(a). Temple smell: North India - hint of the above dusty-cowdungy + desi deciduous-petalled rose + tangy marigold+ hint of fresh milk
2(b). Temple smell: South India - sandalwood paste + jasmine flowers + coconut oil from teeming heads of thick black hair + Chandrika soap
3. Puppy mouth smell... specially after a milky belch
4. Cuticura powder (from a vintage orange coloured tin)
5. The first time the cooler is switched on, on a dry April day

(No guesses... I DO have a large nose)

Favourite sound: 1. All night sounds in Rasmai... A distant moo, a tubewell spweing water for a late night irrigation, the crickets, and random barks from random dogs

Worst feeling in the world: Feeling that I could have done a better job... about a job already done. YUCK

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up? : Snooze my alarm a coupla times

Favourite fast food place: City Square Mall (Rajouri)'s Food Court. Dunno why

Future child's name: Can I make that.....
Future pup's name? Ah well.... : Snippet (heard it somewhere... and I I love it)

Finish this statement, “If I had a lot of money I’d…” be THRILLED. It would get spent in no time

Do you drive fast? : On my scooterette.. yep

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? No. I'd prefer a real furry creature (pun intended) eeps. hey, no, I can't sustain a cuddle for very long

Storms - Cool or Scary? Scary if alone. Otherwise... thrilling.

Do you eat the stems on broccoli? If well cooked, maybe I wouldn't mind 'em stems

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice? Streaks of purple and red. Provided I can undo it whenever I to!

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in: Delhi, Ndola (Zambia), Riyadh, Gwalior, Rasmai (Mathura), Ludhiana, Thalassery, Kozhikode, Mussoorie, Radhakund (Mathura)

Favourite sports to watch: Sports, and me? I'd rather fiddle with the remote and count how many rotten sports channels exist

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you: My bumbling bee, mah lil sistah! She's so full of love! For all creatures, great and small.

What’s under your bed? My slippers maybe. I wish there were a dog, though :( sigh

Would you like to be born as yourself again? Thats my prayer

Morning person or night owl? Morning person

Over easy or sunny side up? Sunny side up. Gooey yolk going " jiggle jiggle"

Favourite place to relax: Home. "The cooler room" at present. I someimes miss my hostel room... which was kinda peaceful

Favourite pie: Broccoli... Mum makes this delightful cheesy broccoli pie

Favourite ice cream flavour: Mint Choco Chip

But then...I may keep updating this post.

And I'd like Periwinkle and Mr X Files to do this now

i wonder
at the blunder
that threw my life asunder

i think
then i sink
so low, down, under

at a wedding

Binny's face was crusty with the make up. She called it 'cake up'. The mascara and eyeliner were no longer where they were to be and she appeared like a harried, and very married raccoon. The husband was bored and glanced at this black-eyed pea from time to time. Sighing at his sozzled bachelor friends prancing with PYTs on the dance floor, he wondered if it was all a big mistake. Raccoon, meanwhile played with the idea of rebonding her hair. Meghna looked fabulous with that oh-so-stright hair. Oh no, she was approaching the stage. Sheesh look at her navel. I'm sure Aditya's looking at her. Sure enough, he was. What a body, look at that navel, why isnt her blouse as diaphanous as her chunni?

PMS

My horoscope is a horrorscope
Things are getting out of hand, and I can't cope.
No one understands me,
I am not what I seem to be.

I try, try, and then lose,
I hate PMS blues.

I dogle

Wet drops on noses

And whiskers (not on kittens)

Bright eyed daschunds and hungry curs in kitchens

Brown mangy mongrels tied up with string

These are a few of my favourite things

Cream coloured retrievers and half shaven poodles

Angry dogs, sad dogs and pups who leave puddles

Wild dalmations that fly, and don't listen when you call

I love them... yes I love them ...all

Pomeranians and lap dogs always so snappy

Loving labradors lazy and happy

Silver white huskies that I've never seen

These are several of my favourite theeengs....

I belong to a family of 'doglers'. Oglers at dogs. Its crazy ... our unconditional love for canines.

A trip to Baraut

There's something about the villages of western Uttar Pradesh that makes me feel like running on the dusty roads or along the bunds of the fields like the urchin boys... in nothing but grubby shorts that are falling off my bum!

My field trip to a couple of orchards in Baraut, a Tehsil in Bagpat District, U. P. reminded my of my ancestral village near Mathura. How do these places... miles apart seem so similar? The whoosh of dust, cowdung cake-firewood smoke and aroma of freshly cut chari (Sorghum, used as fodder) filled my nostrils and made me so nostalgic. And the bumpy roads..coupled with the rickety Armada we were aboard formed this deadly combination in which my head felt as if it would jerk off from the neck, and my internal organs seemed to have got dislodged from their various points of attachment to beome a homogenised pulpy mush inside. Nevertheless, the overcast sky and cool breeze laden with familiar smells kept me happy.

The orchard men were pleased to oblige with their knowledge of local mango varieties. They were surprised and probably dismayed that I had come all the way from Delhi for leaves of those trees,and not fruits. Shabudin alias Shaheen (pic) was of great help. My guide, Dr. Bhat and the HOD (Collection & Exploration), Dr Malik, were amazingly cooperative - doing all the jumping and plucking... while I simply did the labelling (Womens lib? HUH.. its great being a girl... and a shortie at that).

Forty three varieties later, we decided to stop. We lunched at Malik Sir's nephew's place. The ghee was superb. Ghevar, the sweetmeat of the monsoon was there in its saccharine, perforated glory. We bought lots on the way back.

The onward journey was bad... bumpier as the driver got mixed up ith the roads. I wanted to cry as I felt my medulla separating from my spine. AARGH. Dr. Malik had to be dropped back yo Mayur Vihar, my leaves had to be refrigerated in NBPGR, and I was dropped home last. Reached at 8 30pm... But it was a rewarding trip.

evenings in bus no. 721

The blueline buses have been in the news for all the wrong reasons. Anyway, now that the rogue buses are back on the roads, my onward journey from my lab is the same hellish experience. What with lactic acid soaked armpits all around, the sight of sweat-drippy females in SYNTHETIC fluorescent salwar-kameezes makes me feel all the more nauseous. Add to that the entire architecture of a part of the male anatomy pressed against the side of my thigh...I count to three and take deep breaths...there's no place in the bus, thus the squashing. But when the rascal inches his way closer and he actually begins hints of gyrations and thrustings, my elbow comes crashing into whatever part it can perforate. Darn, I forgot the pins my lab mates thrust into my hand - a better weapon to puncture lumpenous thrusty elements. The good-for-nothing gets the hint and shimmies himself out of the way. My stop is approaching (actually I'm four stops away), but I've got to move ahead otherwise I'll never make it (make it? a couple of INCHES of bus space towards the door)!

Getting off the bus I dread the next day, just because of all this...

want don't want don't know

Have you ever felt that you knew
Exactly what you didn't want
And didn't know
What you wanted exactly

mango maniac

Some think I'm an insane snipper of mango leaves. I lovingly collect them, then ruthlessly snip and de-vein them (as if they are prawns waiting to be cooked). And what I do to them later is worse... crush them by dehydrating them in liquid nitrogen in a regular mortar-pestle. Its so difficult explaining what I do exactly... and why.

she was giddy with glee

she could barely hear or see

she swung from tree to tree.............

..............................................

and finally got stung by a bee

................bzz

bzz..........

.....bzz

bzz..

..bz

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lizard lizard on the wall

lizard lizard on the wall

who's the most accommodating of them all?

you slither about on my lovely walls

making me scream and my skin crawl

with your friends up there, i'm so scared you'll fall

right on my face... so just stay up there, on the wall

drown 'em in soap suds

I know something to lift your spirits

when you feel really low

In just a matter of a few minutes,

you'll feel upbeat and happy, here we go:

Pick out your dirty laundry ( I mean it literally)

Then go at them with a vengeance -

Pound and squeeze and rinse nicely and properly,

turn on the tap full gush, and wash as if it were for your sustenance!

You'll see, with the soap suds and grime

your sorrows and anger wash away

Up and up your spirits climb,

As you put 'em to dry on a hot sunny day!

(Cheers. try it. it really helped me today)

autumn in spring

There's this dry dry wind blowing
Trees are bare, the branches are showing
The yellow confetti of dried leaves saunters to the ground
With a swishy swooshy sound

hoarse teacher

I realized today that I love teaching. I can explain somthing till I'm hoarse and till the student is satisfied and most of all, I am sure that he /she has got it. can I see myself as a tacher/ lecturer/ professor? hmmmm.
maybe

dear blog

dear blog
gotta keep ya goin
my brain i gotta jog
to keep some writing showin

to stop u frm becomin a ghost blog
my jammed brain i've gotta unclog

?

what happened to all of what was
and how is it that what never was, now is

how can it go on, without a pause
what ever happened to make things as bad as this

gold

golden stalks sway
rooted in the dark soil

is it worth it to wage a war aginst the planets?
malefic malefic planets
that are wreaking havoc with my fate?
can i?

words

Consonants and vowels strung together
Scribbled carelessly on a paper scrap
Mumbled softly in a lover’s ear
Sung, forlornly
Painted huge, proclaiming
Typed hastily
Whispered surreptitiously


What is it with these concoction of syllables that makes us think, want, do?