so, 17 is just round the corner (no, the other one....u gottit)...shockingly tht stirs up such an amount of emotion i dont think i feel anything at all. infact, as i was sitting in my living room barely an hour ago , in complete darkness save for the suddenly garish lights of the noel conifer, i was so surprised by my complete lack of feeling (bordering on worried) that i probed myself for...something. i felt something stir and immediately latched on to it like some sort of craving addict. (yep, i was that desperate). turns out it was a bit of sadness, depression if u want, tht the year was over. not the year 2006 exactly, but that a year of looking forward to it was over.....fantasisinng abt gifts, lance, dream days. and, yes *blush* a horoscope in some random teen mag i read in jan that 'on the 19th of dec he realises tht he loves u and needs u'. altho the 18th was supposed 'to feel like magic' and it didnt..unless ofcourse we're allowing black magic. and not the glam kind...the yeucchy kind.
but tht made me feel like expressing (again) something ive been expressing for a while now, that the wait is all the fun! new year's, random school events, anniversaries....all tht is so much nicer looking forward to that the actual day, which is the real reason i think ppl are so glum when its over. until ofcourse the next event to plan comes along. which in my case rite now is christmas! i love looking forward to christmas (as some may have inferred from previous posts). kinda sad tht the whole 12 o clock thing is over, seeing as my fone is in absentia i have 2 to make do with ushering in my 17th year on msn....wonder how thatll be!
hm...i had something to say when i clickd the 'create' tab..honestly. but i cant 4 the life of me remember wht it is...had 2 get up in the middle 2 get something from my room. funny how i almost ran out of there, like i didnt want 2 be reminded of myself, instead i chose 2 sit in the psychdelic glow of a plastic christmas tree. odd. oh, and muck about in the balcony, i swear, i knw i live on the 4th floor, but u can smell the shisha from downstairs! oddly romantic. its this weird smell, coupled with a rather strong wind tht made me feel pretty 17. not 2 sure how its different, but im sure it is. somehow.
biggest shock? prob tht some things never change while other beyond belief
Monday, December 18, 2006
Saturday, December 16, 2006
Jebel Ali Desalination Plant
“There it is!”
“That sign says ‘Team Victory’”
“Anyone got anything to eat?”
“Please….Daniel Craig is waaayyyy hotter than Hrithik!”
“Stop singing!”
The day, needless to say, started out normally enough. After an intriguing presentation on desalination, punctuated by ‘Haven’t we done motors in class?’ and yawns, we wended our way to the front office to don hard hats (“blue!”) and pose for a photo (“but I wasn’t ready!!”) we boarded a bus that would take us on a tour of the desalination plant. The ride was scenic enough, what with the endless pipes and stacks and steam billowing out from random bits of ground…..and well, despite the obligatory ‘oohs’, ‘aahs’ and ‘Dissssneyland!’, it just wasn’t well, lively. I remarked to that effect, to which Meenakshi smartly taps the back of Sneha’s hard hat, “Safety First!” she read…..oh, those ominous words!
We disembark pretty close the shoreline, and the fenced off pools, just next to the cemented opening in the ground. About 15 feet below us, in plain view, water was gushing from the mouth of the undersea pipes to the drum screens. Standing hands pinned to our sides on the pretty gusty day, (“that’s why it’s called ‘Flashing!’”) we peered over the ridiculously short 3 and a half feet yellow railings, in pretty pensive moods. Lisha and I despaired over how it was sad none of us had a camera, would have made a nice picture- sigh. Someone asked what exactly was happening and Meenaxi, bless her soul, immediately stepped forward. Her arms moving with dutch like efficiency, she (ever the helpful, thoughtful person) explained the process in simple, lucid terms. We all watched her, with admiration, awe and ofcourse respect as she simplified the entire mechanism of desalination. When…alas! Disaster struck!
Like the one in Da Vinci’s ‘Last Supper’, a hand – dripping with malicious jealousy no doubt -came out of nowhere and pushed kind, unsuspecting Meenaxi over the railing!! The poor thing barely had time to register what was happening when she was flailing, shocked and barely alive in the fast flowing water! Seeing dear Meenaxi helpless was too much for some, as Juhi fainted. Yet, Lisha and Karishma immediately dove in after her. Aided by Anjali’s guiding voice from the ground above, and an impromptu encouraging number from the Studzies, the aquatic trio were able to execute a complicated manoeuvre reminiscent of Baywatch (minus the tans and overdramatic males ofcourse). After a few tense minutes, they were back on dry ground and wrapped in towels and blankets.
Meenaxi, ever the Saint immediately condoned the actions of her almost murderer, with a magnanimous “I bear her no grudge”. What a person!
Such people are very rare. Trust me on this one, Very rare.
PS- Ofcourse this is what really happened, why do you ask?
“That sign says ‘Team Victory’”
“Anyone got anything to eat?”
“Please….Daniel Craig is waaayyyy hotter than Hrithik!”
“Stop singing!”
The day, needless to say, started out normally enough. After an intriguing presentation on desalination, punctuated by ‘Haven’t we done motors in class?’ and yawns, we wended our way to the front office to don hard hats (“blue!”) and pose for a photo (“but I wasn’t ready!!”) we boarded a bus that would take us on a tour of the desalination plant. The ride was scenic enough, what with the endless pipes and stacks and steam billowing out from random bits of ground…..and well, despite the obligatory ‘oohs’, ‘aahs’ and ‘Dissssneyland!’, it just wasn’t well, lively. I remarked to that effect, to which Meenakshi smartly taps the back of Sneha’s hard hat, “Safety First!” she read…..oh, those ominous words!
We disembark pretty close the shoreline, and the fenced off pools, just next to the cemented opening in the ground. About 15 feet below us, in plain view, water was gushing from the mouth of the undersea pipes to the drum screens. Standing hands pinned to our sides on the pretty gusty day, (“that’s why it’s called ‘Flashing!’”) we peered over the ridiculously short 3 and a half feet yellow railings, in pretty pensive moods. Lisha and I despaired over how it was sad none of us had a camera, would have made a nice picture- sigh. Someone asked what exactly was happening and Meenaxi, bless her soul, immediately stepped forward. Her arms moving with dutch like efficiency, she (ever the helpful, thoughtful person) explained the process in simple, lucid terms. We all watched her, with admiration, awe and ofcourse respect as she simplified the entire mechanism of desalination. When…alas! Disaster struck!
Like the one in Da Vinci’s ‘Last Supper’, a hand – dripping with malicious jealousy no doubt -came out of nowhere and pushed kind, unsuspecting Meenaxi over the railing!! The poor thing barely had time to register what was happening when she was flailing, shocked and barely alive in the fast flowing water! Seeing dear Meenaxi helpless was too much for some, as Juhi fainted. Yet, Lisha and Karishma immediately dove in after her. Aided by Anjali’s guiding voice from the ground above, and an impromptu encouraging number from the Studzies, the aquatic trio were able to execute a complicated manoeuvre reminiscent of Baywatch (minus the tans and overdramatic males ofcourse). After a few tense minutes, they were back on dry ground and wrapped in towels and blankets.
Meenaxi, ever the Saint immediately condoned the actions of her almost murderer, with a magnanimous “I bear her no grudge”. What a person!
Such people are very rare. Trust me on this one, Very rare.
PS- Ofcourse this is what really happened, why do you ask?
Friday, December 01, 2006
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