Gone ballistic
They say a picture says a thousand words... i just have to agree
Let me take u thru my b'day album... in no particular order fr general humanity's and sanity's sake..
chapter 1 : Burpsy Bloopers
*looks at the classic shot of burps spread out on the gymball (details on the gymball will come later), resembling some odd and exotic cross breed btwn a lizard and a sloth..eyes bulging, looking like it cldnt decide if it was :
1) dying a slow painful death
2) reflecting on its life and its numerous traumatic experiences
3) Attempting to do yoga
If i go on lookin at this pic, i'll die of violent convulsions due to the laughing fit - 'well,at least she died laughing', they'd say.
Flip the page....AND....there's burps again...in her praying (preying??) mantis pose...so much fr aspiring reebok model..
Dont even get me started on this one.
So many strange and bizarre words begin with 'B' dont they... birthdays, blogs, Burps,ball(like my new gymball, the star of the day and the highlight of many photos - apart frm burps,she's the comic relief- and the inspiration fr our gymball catalogue)
Let me start frm the top.
Chapter 2 : Bday Bogus Bonanza
It;s gonna be hard to forget Good friday 2005....for one, it was Goodfriday,holi and my b'day all rolled in one & how many ppl have the honour and privelege of having a b'day on such a special day...special ppl of coz..and there arent tht many of us arnd either...
for 2...it was eventful...eventful-o-eventful.Imagine being woken up early (ok early by my standards) to hear tht there are some random ppl standing at the gate...my maid was the messenger who looked pretty traumatised...and that my friends, is not a pretty sight to wake up to...well to put things in perspective, i guess its a prettier sight than what i saw when i looked in the mirror just before heading out, still half asleep...oh actually, fully asleep till i saw myself in the mirror, then i half woke up...talk abt rude awakenings.(yogaJ: so now u know why im epiphobic.)
so i step out, lookin like a shampoo advertisement gone very wrong,in my happening electric blue nightgown (i shld count my lucky stars, it cld have been worse...ALOT worse)..ok so there's the surprise troupe consisting of my goondot golliwog friends, s(m) holding a bright yellow mango mirror cake looking like he had a time&place -crisis ie : no clue what he was doing & why he was there.Then of course there's s(f) in bright pink smiling away and looking stressed at the same time, one of the few ppl i know who can do tht...leavin u unsure as to whether u ought to be stressed or not! and of coz there's yogaj grinning broadly& ( im guessing here), lookin at me trying to decide if i was really surprised or not...heh..pooh basically enjoying the drama and soaking it all in, and mr bs looking..actually i cant remember how he looked coz it dindt quite register but im inclined to think he looked stressed coz he probably wsa..the pooor chap comes alll de way across the island to my house only to rush off without even having a peice of cake offered to him!See, this is what happens when u sleep-host. oh wait, maybe mr bs looked surprised..since he wasnt expecting to meet me on good friday and all....(rite bs???) *grin...oK So that was the surprise troupe.Quite a colourful & motley assortment i must say..
Announcement : im gonna adopt & modify yoga's (very apt) petnames, dsnt speak volumes fr originality,but standardization might help...also the brackets are kinda getting to me...so henceforth, s(f) and s(m) they shall be referred to as evil and frankenstein respectively)
So there's me, my presents, the cake and some of the most lovable & special ppl i know in the world, around the table. (some of the other equally amazing ppl i know weren't around that table due to inevitable circumstances...they were at that point scattered in various parts of the world namely europe, australia and yet some others had to be in other parts of the island due to pressing commitments adn hence were not present - though im sure they were ALL pretty distraught about not being there...hehe...this is dedicated to them, u guys know who u are!)
OK so the usual routine, blow out the candles,cut the cake (psuedo cut of coz..someone else later slices and distributes neat little triangular pieces..the bday girl spares her guests of the agony of having to eat cake of various strange shapes/sizes/consistencies - rather unappetizing, visual lack-of-appeal.
Bday girl ignores guests and the cakes and gets busy opening the presents...
chapter 3 : odd-ball
bday girl eyes the presents...nicely wrapped...happy looking, colourful, beautifully wrapped..
Secretly pleased with number of presents...in times like these, the child inside rears its cheeky head, and reminds u that the increasing number of candles on that cake is just a number...and when it comes to presents, its more often a case of 'the more the merrier'...i wonder if things will change by next yr... hmm..
Tries not to ruin the hard work, artistic professional giftwrapping skills and efforts of frankeinstein in my excitement...successfully unveils the gymball...the GYMBALL...THE gymball...
to be honest fr a split second i had no idea how to react...i mean...how DOES one react to a gymball..and fr those who know me, ud know why i wasnt sure if the gift implied something more..so in my rather confounded and still dazed state.. i decided not to read into it and simply to say thank you to all of them.. little did i know at tht point, that such simple words wld seem inadequate and yet wld mean more than i cld dream of expressing to the ppl who'd made my 24th year in a day.
Among my pressies (argh help im becoming another lazy aussie! :p) there was that adorable moodswings baby-face calendar tht i fell in luv with at the co-op,the bodyshop white musk package and gorgeous earrings, and the scrap book..compiled with so much love and effort..its amazing how something so simple could be so beautiful, meaningful and priceless..confession, i nearly choked up right there adn then lookin at all the lovely notes my friends had contributed to it, esp the 'elang makkals' page ...i was overwhelmed.. i realised how much i missed those dreadful times i whined endlessly abt last sem...page after page, filled with memories,familiar faces i never want to forget and ppl i always want be surrounded by... the feeling i had thru out that day is simply indescribable. believe me when i say that in retrospect, the one word tht leaps to mind when i recollect how i felt that day, is blessed...and thts the closest i can get to any form of expression. Me the queen of verbosity.
And to think i nearly let it pass me by...nearly let it all evade me and id have missed out by my own doing.
And i have u guys to thank fr tht (u know who u are)...fr helping me hear myself, for helping me reflect,for knocking sense into me.
Thank You.All of you.
Chapter 4 : Ball of a time aka rolling good times
Now fr the non-serious funny stuff...im gonna refer you to guest bloggee 1 : pls give it up fr yogaj and read : http://yogajunkie21.blogspot.com/2005/03/ball-of-time.html
..given my happeningly exclusive readership, and the close knit blog community i belong to,i reckon all/most of u have already read this entry. But im convinced i cant do a better job of describing tht afternoon's events. It was in a league of its own. It'll sufficeth to sayeth that i've not had tht much fun in a very long while.
Sorry yogaj, to disappoint- and refer u back to ur own blog...i really cant come up wiht my own version tht will do it justice!
Ok really cant go on..ive managed to bore myself and i get a feeling im not alone, i can sense the virtual nods and yawns...this is waht happens when u blog like there's no tomorrow and when u get bored by your own rambling half way thru.....
no more mood now...pls read btwn the lines where necessary, and know tht i smiled thruought while typing this..and more so that day, right frm deep inside. of coz lookin at the album, i progressed frm smiling to hysterical shrikes of laughter...but thts another story for another rainy day.
Class dismissed. yal can wake up and log off now.
Let me take u thru my b'day album... in no particular order fr general humanity's and sanity's sake..
chapter 1 : Burpsy Bloopers
*looks at the classic shot of burps spread out on the gymball (details on the gymball will come later), resembling some odd and exotic cross breed btwn a lizard and a sloth..eyes bulging, looking like it cldnt decide if it was :
1) dying a slow painful death
2) reflecting on its life and its numerous traumatic experiences
3) Attempting to do yoga
If i go on lookin at this pic, i'll die of violent convulsions due to the laughing fit - 'well,at least she died laughing', they'd say.
Flip the page....AND....there's burps again...in her praying (preying??) mantis pose...so much fr aspiring reebok model..
Dont even get me started on this one.
So many strange and bizarre words begin with 'B' dont they... birthdays, blogs, Burps,ball(like my new gymball, the star of the day and the highlight of many photos - apart frm burps,she's the comic relief- and the inspiration fr our gymball catalogue)
Let me start frm the top.
Chapter 2 : Bday Bogus Bonanza
It;s gonna be hard to forget Good friday 2005....for one, it was Goodfriday,holi and my b'day all rolled in one & how many ppl have the honour and privelege of having a b'day on such a special day...special ppl of coz..and there arent tht many of us arnd either...
for 2...it was eventful...eventful-o-eventful.Imagine being woken up early (ok early by my standards) to hear tht there are some random ppl standing at the gate...my maid was the messenger who looked pretty traumatised...and that my friends, is not a pretty sight to wake up to...well to put things in perspective, i guess its a prettier sight than what i saw when i looked in the mirror just before heading out, still half asleep...oh actually, fully asleep till i saw myself in the mirror, then i half woke up...talk abt rude awakenings.(yogaJ: so now u know why im epiphobic.)
so i step out, lookin like a shampoo advertisement gone very wrong,in my happening electric blue nightgown (i shld count my lucky stars, it cld have been worse...ALOT worse)..ok so there's the surprise troupe consisting of my goondot golliwog friends, s(m) holding a bright yellow mango mirror cake looking like he had a time&place -crisis ie : no clue what he was doing & why he was there.Then of course there's s(f) in bright pink smiling away and looking stressed at the same time, one of the few ppl i know who can do tht...leavin u unsure as to whether u ought to be stressed or not! and of coz there's yogaj grinning broadly& ( im guessing here), lookin at me trying to decide if i was really surprised or not...heh..pooh basically enjoying the drama and soaking it all in, and mr bs looking..actually i cant remember how he looked coz it dindt quite register but im inclined to think he looked stressed coz he probably wsa..the pooor chap comes alll de way across the island to my house only to rush off without even having a peice of cake offered to him!See, this is what happens when u sleep-host. oh wait, maybe mr bs looked surprised..since he wasnt expecting to meet me on good friday and all....(rite bs???) *grin...oK So that was the surprise troupe.Quite a colourful & motley assortment i must say..
Announcement : im gonna adopt & modify yoga's (very apt) petnames, dsnt speak volumes fr originality,but standardization might help...also the brackets are kinda getting to me...so henceforth, s(f) and s(m) they shall be referred to as evil and frankenstein respectively)
So there's me, my presents, the cake and some of the most lovable & special ppl i know in the world, around the table. (some of the other equally amazing ppl i know weren't around that table due to inevitable circumstances...they were at that point scattered in various parts of the world namely europe, australia and yet some others had to be in other parts of the island due to pressing commitments adn hence were not present - though im sure they were ALL pretty distraught about not being there...hehe...this is dedicated to them, u guys know who u are!)
OK so the usual routine, blow out the candles,cut the cake (psuedo cut of coz..someone else later slices and distributes neat little triangular pieces..the bday girl spares her guests of the agony of having to eat cake of various strange shapes/sizes/consistencies - rather unappetizing, visual lack-of-appeal.
Bday girl ignores guests and the cakes and gets busy opening the presents...
chapter 3 : odd-ball
bday girl eyes the presents...nicely wrapped...happy looking, colourful, beautifully wrapped..
Secretly pleased with number of presents...in times like these, the child inside rears its cheeky head, and reminds u that the increasing number of candles on that cake is just a number...and when it comes to presents, its more often a case of 'the more the merrier'...i wonder if things will change by next yr... hmm..
Tries not to ruin the hard work, artistic professional giftwrapping skills and efforts of frankeinstein in my excitement...successfully unveils the gymball...the GYMBALL...THE gymball...
to be honest fr a split second i had no idea how to react...i mean...how DOES one react to a gymball..and fr those who know me, ud know why i wasnt sure if the gift implied something more..so in my rather confounded and still dazed state.. i decided not to read into it and simply to say thank you to all of them.. little did i know at tht point, that such simple words wld seem inadequate and yet wld mean more than i cld dream of expressing to the ppl who'd made my 24th year in a day.
Among my pressies (argh help im becoming another lazy aussie! :p) there was that adorable moodswings baby-face calendar tht i fell in luv with at the co-op,the bodyshop white musk package and gorgeous earrings, and the scrap book..compiled with so much love and effort..its amazing how something so simple could be so beautiful, meaningful and priceless..confession, i nearly choked up right there adn then lookin at all the lovely notes my friends had contributed to it, esp the 'elang makkals' page ...i was overwhelmed.. i realised how much i missed those dreadful times i whined endlessly abt last sem...page after page, filled with memories,familiar faces i never want to forget and ppl i always want be surrounded by... the feeling i had thru out that day is simply indescribable. believe me when i say that in retrospect, the one word tht leaps to mind when i recollect how i felt that day, is blessed...and thts the closest i can get to any form of expression. Me the queen of verbosity.
And to think i nearly let it pass me by...nearly let it all evade me and id have missed out by my own doing.
And i have u guys to thank fr tht (u know who u are)...fr helping me hear myself, for helping me reflect,for knocking sense into me.
Thank You.All of you.
Chapter 4 : Ball of a time aka rolling good times
Now fr the non-serious funny stuff...im gonna refer you to guest bloggee 1 : pls give it up fr yogaj and read : http://yogajunkie21.blogspot.com/2005/03/ball-of-time.html
..given my happeningly exclusive readership, and the close knit blog community i belong to,i reckon all/most of u have already read this entry. But im convinced i cant do a better job of describing tht afternoon's events. It was in a league of its own. It'll sufficeth to sayeth that i've not had tht much fun in a very long while.
Sorry yogaj, to disappoint- and refer u back to ur own blog...i really cant come up wiht my own version tht will do it justice!
Ok really cant go on..ive managed to bore myself and i get a feeling im not alone, i can sense the virtual nods and yawns...this is waht happens when u blog like there's no tomorrow and when u get bored by your own rambling half way thru.....
no more mood now...pls read btwn the lines where necessary, and know tht i smiled thruought while typing this..and more so that day, right frm deep inside. of coz lookin at the album, i progressed frm smiling to hysterical shrikes of laughter...but thts another story for another rainy day.
Class dismissed. yal can wake up and log off now.
posted by Kumari | 7:54 PM
3 Comments:
Kumaragupta...
Chari ai tu! Stop saying that about your entries can? They ain't boring! It's always so exciting when I click on yer url from my blog and realise that U've updated it. It's always a great read..even though some of your entries are epic-long. But u're getting better. hehehe
ok.. just wanted to say that. Talk to u soon.. and keep posting.
epiphobic
cheri ai tu too! hehehe. funny ah? tu too... *still tickled by it* anyway, I enjoyed reading that..the way yu used yur album to go through yur bdae. methinks yu shud post the pics. and yeah...it totally was NOT boring! it was sweet, and funny,with yur self-deprecating humour.
and as for:
And i have u guys to thank fr tht (u know who u are)...fr helping me hear myself, for helping me reflect,for knocking sense into me.
Thank You.All of you.
Yogajunkie: you're most welcome. heehee.
eh...do the digital photo thingy and put them pics on a web album ok??? keeping those hilarious pics from our nearests and dearests is a CRIME!
ok...that was one ballistic post.all fun though...
hope the gym ball helps. I'm quite positive i'm going to make a fool out of myself in the gym with it, like comedy from the black and white ages, charlie-chaplin style, with placards inserted for 'ow!' and so on...
love to see the pics! let me know when they get online!
take care
P.S: tickets from london are very expensive. if you do the conversion it will be alot more costly...and with stop-overs in democracy challenged Bhutan. I stayed in halls right next to the Indian YMCA. dont know how much it costs though...there might be a website or a phone no. I'll see what i can find.
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