wat i am goin to tell u now is somthin tht happened in my 8th std wen i was in bombay. i knw some of u guys wld've raised ur eyebrows(yenagir bahudhu antha). idiots. this is abt a camp tht i had been to in 8th std. i think i was 14 then. my friends an i had planned in out 6th std tht v'll never wear frocks. coz v considered ourselves as grownup gals. but hell my friends out here in mysore act kiddish even now-21 varshadh yemmegalu.
i was a very shy an quiet gal, which i am even now,never used to b a vata vata.one day our class teacher came in told us abt this trip. she said it was a 7 day trip to matheran,a hill station near Bombay. v were very exited.v were given a schedule sayin v'll b accommodated in a hi-fi cottage with super facilities an v'll b provided with squash every evenin. my friends forced me to come.(u c basically am a good gal.i dont like roamin around anywhr. its always my friends who spoil me.) after a lotta nautanki--a little less than rakhi sawant-- i finally agreed to go.
the journey was quite tedious. v 1st went in our school bus till the local railway station,then after travellin by train v hald to walk for abt 5-6 kms. then came our cottage. wow wat a cottage!!!!!! it was worse than a dormitory. v bein Seniors were given a separate room, which was smaller than my mane bathroom. an v were 6 of us.avni,shwetha,sonal,forgot who an shilpa the gr8.
the moment v saw the cottage an the room v knew somethin was terribly wrong. but v thot lets cross the bridge wen it comes an eagerly waited 4 the time bomb
after a speech by one the incharge,finally the most awaited bomb arrived. thy said v were supposed to get up wen thy blow their whistle an v were supposed to assemble in the main hall. an wen did thy say thy'll blow their damn whistles??? at 5 in the mornin.

on the 1st mornin thy blew their dumb whistles an v,the seniors, dint bother to get up. but even gr8 leaders hav to bow down to hypocrats, so v decided to listen to those hypocrats an go to main hall. v brushed our beautiful teeth, changed into super jeans.u c v were careful in choosin clothes coz v were the seniors. v went to the main hall.nobody were there. v were told to go to some ground. wat do v c thr. all of'em were thr. v were asked to come to the middle of the ground an were asked to duck walk in front of everybody.thu.
the 2nd day wen the whistles were blown v were the 1st to go out coz v dint even bother to brush our teeth. i dnt think v even took bath 4 7 days coz v had to get hot water from the kitchen.seniors yavathu kelsa madalla.huh.
v were taught horse ridin,shootin an other such bhayankara stuff. v were even given a horse each, on the final day an told to go aroud matheran without the trainers help. i did manage to come backwithout gettin lost. some other stuff which v were asked to do was
--->crossin commando bridge--v were supposed to walk on a rope which was 10ft above the ground with the help of another rope parallel to the 1st rope.
--->river crossin--had to cross a river by crawlin on a rope tied 25ft above the river.
---->trekkin
---->rock climbin--i had a tough time while rock climbin.

the best task was night walk. matheran is basically a forest with a few cottages.
at around 6.30 v were taken through the forest to a suicide point. they told us that their booths still existed an stuff. v were even warned abt the snakes an panthers an other animals tht resided in matheran.by 8.30 v were shown the startin an the endin point of our walk. it was abt 100-150 meters. it was totally dark. some brave boys came ahead an went 4 the walk.thy came back cryin" maine adhivasi ko dekha maine adhivasi ko dekha". tht guy was supposed to b the cool dude of the school.huh. an the dumb gals started cryin by jus lookin at his tears.
i somehow managed to finish the nite walk successfully. durin the walk i was jus singin songs. god wt a scary walk.

thr were a lotta monkeys thr in the camp. it was jus like my present friends-dumb. wen v were havin our lunch it used to come to the plate an take away the chapatis. stupid monkeys kelludhre naane kodtha idhe--nan friendsge kodallva kelludhre--its a diff issue tht even thy snatch from my plates.

v were taken 4 a shoppin on the last evenin. an wt did v buy lays an choclates while others were busy buyin artistic works which was famous in matheran.but v the seniors bought lays an choc.huh.
all of us felt very bad to leave. v wanted to stay thr an prayed tht v go back to matheran again. our prayers came true.our bus got punctured an v were stuckup thr.now v prayed to go back home as soon as possible but this time nobody listened to our prayers.

HAPPY????

many of my friends keep sayin "u must b enjoyin ur life in bangalore. u must b havin fun". if gettin up 3 hrs earlier than ur schedule, an takin bath immediately, travellin by bus with 100s of people fallin on u, remainin silent 4 hrs without crackin dumb jokes is havin fun,then am havin loads an loads an loads of fun.
but thats not my real problem.my problem is with those people who APPEAR to b happy with others happiness but r never happy. i had never met such people before. i dnt understand y should u portray such negative vibes. yes u should b competitive in every aspect of life but not JEALOUS.
u never know who around u is envious of u. u never know. but u can easily make out the existence of such negativity. atleast i can. the way thy speak an their tone suddenly changes.i will never forget that face in my life. it made me feel yuk 4 knowin an interactin with such a person an it made me feel yuk that i had shared my happiness with such a person.

the brighter side bein-u get help from unexpected corners, comfort from people whom u hardly know.their r only a few chaps who find happiness in others happiness.an i am proud tht most of my good friends belong to the above category.

WHR IS THE O O O O? damn damar dush.grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr dishkaon. patak.huh.jus wanted to remind u tht am still ALIVE.

apni saari baatein sabhi ko bathaya na karo
palko pe aansoo sabhi ko dhikaya na karo
kuch log mutti mein namak leke ghoomthe hain
apni zakhm sabhi ko bathaya na karo.

i keep getting these mails. " ..... has decided to pinch you" "..... has decided to ....." o god. facebook. i dont seem to understand it. its been a long time now. but no use. i cannot make out anything. the basic feel is arghhhhh.
an these notifications. u get 786 notifications in a day. bite him. kick him. take this test. take that test. blood test ondh illa. cld've added that too. an wen u take these tests ur asked wierd ques "is he athletic or is she more athletic". i've never seen them run dude. ondh huch nayi hindhe bittu nodbeku.
even if i am told abt my friends i am ok with it . but y this--my friend recieving a message from his friend"
nang thale buda artha agilla.
y am i told tht he an she took gubal test. he is like her. yappa. nan page nalli yak idhe adhella. an then these silly fights. nangu jagla aadi aadi sakaaythu.
orkut rox.no complications only gud combination.

"HIS"TORY REPEATS

she got over it. she learned to live without him.learned to giv him a straight face. but 1 fine day he called her an said"v need to speak babes.its high time". thr was truth in his voice.she decided to go with the truth an said"this weekend should b fine". as usual she started dreamin abt the d-day. she pictured herself holdin his hands.... she was waitin 4 the day.
tht moment never came. he ditched her again!!!!grrrrrrrr8.she had waited the whole day 4 him.
she dint hav the courage to speak to anybody. so she silently went out 4 a stroll in the night. she was headin towards solitude. wenevr she heard a bike honk. she thot it ws him. but her heart sank deeper. she looked at the dull moon above. tears jus trickled down. she was cryin after a long time. she then looked at the stones below. she was leavin a mark on thm.a mark tht could never b erased. she was goin mad. so she walked back home--a way thro her destiny.
jus before enterin the door she heard a bike but this time round she dint turn to check whether it was him.......

wenevr u say its all over.jus think twice coz thrs never a 2nd chance in any relationship but some idiots do giv a 2nd chance jus to hav a broken heart again

TANTRI THE MANTRIs

i hav written abt animals-- from monkeys to lizards.hav even written abt ghosts but whr do my dumb friends fall in this list.yup thy hav a place above all the animals. so here thy r right on top of ghosts. u c i hav a lotta respect 4 them so hav given them a HIGH POST in life. u may b wonderin y tantri the mantri, but my frenz wld hav understood, coz thy r the biggest tantris an evn kantris in my life- makin my life miserable.
wen i go to my frenz place, i jus go thr an speak to them an do all the masti stuuf.thats it. but my gubal frenz come home an make sure tht thy speak to my mom--fitting idakke--thy tell her how good an responsible thy r. ashte alla thy even mention abt my APPOINTMENTS. lemme tell u all these in detail.

-->thy behave as if thy r angels.so delicate an so full of grace. thy jus put on this graceful act while eatin,while sitting an while speakin. god an once out of my house thy r all LOCAL.

-->thy speak abt how thy help their mom an clean their room---god their rooms r the filthiest.thy dont allow me to enter their room wen i go to their place .

-->speak abt how v bunk classes an go to these various restaurants

-->speak with total courtesy.an if i use a foul word--which i generally dont--thr comes a shout"shilpa yen language nindhu thu". yappa each 1 is a reincarnation of tulsi an parvati.

-->thy wear only salwars.god those synthetic ones. damn.

-->1 common dialogue tht shwetha an shubhada never miss"nin adhellelli hogthiyo"

all these stuffs give my amma a feelin tht "i am the mostest horriblest gal livin on earth an i hav made some smart frenz". this is not new 4 me. i hav been handlin such friends frm my birth. first in the list shld hav been sindhu. tht idiot used to come to my house --almost daily--but durin festivals she used to assist my mom in makin chakli an other stuff. can u beat it???? nan mane nan amma nan kitchen nan chakli an nan friend.wah. an she used to get her nailpolish applied frm my mom. hehehe.god. my friends r not jus tantris,mantris but big time chathris. an thr was another friend of mine called pooja(bombay). my mom an she wld gossip 4 hours abt wats happenin in movies an stuff.che.
u may wonder how come i've made such gubal friends but kya kare majboori thi.some good friends tht i've made r shambu an prashali. coz thy haven come home yet.

but watever. each 1 is a gem an i am happy with them.

"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."- Anais Nin




some friends are funny some others r serious--but each 1 adds colour an spice to life.1 doesn hav to b exactly like u to cherish the time.wt counts is tht v always make each othr smile.

this is 4 all my beautiful friends. thanx 4 bein thr 4 me.