I feel so happily exhausted. So much so, that I want to flop down on a bean bag and grin maniacally. My baby is finally home.
The Magazine Team of the School has been working their asses off all the year, sacrificing lunch breaks, holidays and sanity to compile something "classy" at the end of the year. And roughly nine months later, we walk into the Principal's office which has been, more or less second home to us, only to receive a nice, thick, considerable bulk of paper that smells invitingly of glue.
It is our baby, and each one is the progeny of our hard work.
And so, with a proud-exhilarated-tired-ecstatic expression of absolute kindness (or the closest to it that I can muster up, anyway) I present to the world, Lotus Buds 2007-2008.

Might I just add,due to lack of consensus, this child is largely regarded to be the process of asexual reproduction, or imaginary... never mind.

The Great Facebook Game.

Have a look at your wall and make a note of the first 12 people, if the same person has posted twice only put them in once and add an extra person... I'm sure you get it, so it's the first twelve unique posters (just in case you still don't get it) then answer the questions below and post-in in a note form! Do the same yourself if you have been tagged in this note here.

2. Debadrita
3. Shabba
4. Ruchika
8. Stuti
9. Subholina
12. Maloo

Q: When's the next time you're gonna see 4?
School corridor, I'm guessing.

Q: Is number 8 pretty?

Q: What was your first impression of number 10?
Oh man, thank GOD she exists! (Class 9)

Q: How did you meet 3?
Class Eleven A.

Q: Is 11 your best friend?
Not really.

Q: Have you seen 5 in the last month?
No! =[

Q: Do you think 2 has a crush on you?
Dear God, I HOPE not!

Q: When was the last time you saw 12?
Last month.

Q: Have you ever been to 1's house?
I surely have! I even planned to dognap her Jetschkei!

Q: When's the next time you'll see 10?
School. After she runs away from the LateDood aka Jyotin da.

Q: Have you ever been to the movies with 4?

Q: Have you ever gotten in trouble with 2?
Nope. (Wow, I suck)

Q: What do you and number 3 talk about the most?
I don't think either of us have any idea.

Q: Do you even know 9?
Pretty well. I think. I don't know. Ask her, na.

Q: Would you give number 3 a hug?

Q: Are you in love with number 12?
Not really, but I know a lot of people who would beg to differ.

Q: Do you know a secret about number 8?
Maybe. No idea.

Q: Describe the relationship between number 9 and number 5.

Q: What is the best thing about your friendship with number 4?
Umm.. she never fought with me on Fighters' Club on Facebook except this one time when I lost, but apart from that, never.

Q: Have you ever danced with number 7?
But... but.. she's so much better than me!

Q: How long have you known number 1?
Two to three years in this lifetime.

Q: Have you ever been in a fight with number 8?

Q: Have you ever wanted to punch number 2 in the face?

Q: Has number 1 ever met your mother?
Sadly, yes. Our mothers.. um.. BOND. Eesh.

Q: How did you meet number 6?
Class 4. It's been PyschologicalHell since then.

Q: Did you ever accidentally physically hurt number 5?
Possibly. Who knows?

Q: What is the best memory you have with number 3?
Reading out Macbeth in sultry undertones in last year's English class before the class

Q: Do you live close to 7?
Quite close, I'd like to believe.

Q: Out of your top 12, which one would you say is the funniest?
Sreeja, Disha, Anushka, and Trisha sometimes.

Q: Who is the most flirtatious?
Heehee, I'm not saying.

Q: Say something nice about number 11.
She sometimes forgets to put in spaces between her words when she ims me.

Q: Which one lives the farthest away?
Shay, I think.

Q: Which one do you hang out with the most?
Disha, Sreeja, Anushka.

Q: The quietest?

Q: Have you travelled anywhere with number 8?
Do Magazine Meetings count?

Dancing Monochromes.

Plunged in grey, the light leaned across walls lazily,
Streaking through in flashes and then crawling by,
As headlights and streetlights create a maze of luminescence
And the evening drowned itself into the night.


The Kolkata Knight Riders kick ass.
*evil laugh*

I shall now leave and look for something black and gold to wear for tomorrow. I'm not going for the match, but I support all ze King's Men, and therefore I shall dress (tackily) in black and gold to pledge my allegiance to Dada and his minions.

*evil laugh*

Who is this for?

All the lonely people.

I'm half-asleep, and still hammering at the keyboard. No big surprise there, really.

I never realise how wonderful a place like home is, unless I've been someplace really crappy that made me want to curl up and cry. And the last two days have been hell. A train journey that was originally meant to be a nauseating two nights dragged through another nine hours, what with all Maoists and their mild explosives. And now I know, more than ever, that there is no place like home.

I have been waiting for a conversation. And it is just not working out the way I want the conversation to be. Which is truly frustrating, because this means that I won't get to hear what I want to hear, and that is just a little bit too maddening.

I'm becoming incoherent, and it's minutes before my grammar disintegrates. I shall log off now, and leave you all alone.

Listening to : Owner of a Lonely Heart, Yes.

You gotta love Audrey Hepburn.

She's Super-Stylish...

Amazingly Pretty...

And Acts like a Dream...

People who are icons like Holly Golighty,

Do not deserve to die of Appendecial Cancer. What sort of Cancer is that, anyway? We don't even NEED the Appendix!
R.I.P Audrey.

Warm, Fuzzy VelocityGirl.

I visited my MySpace after a very long time today. If you're wondering whether I'm a networking addict, actually, no. It's because I use MySpace to get updates on some of my favourite artists, and to read Snow Patrol's blog.
I LOVE Gary Lightbody. The man is absolutely wonderful. He's all of 6'5", lyrical genius, vocally gifted, pleasing to the eye and ear, and every time I look at him or listen to him, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Irish Delight. And his blogs, which I've mentioned before, have delectable undertones of observational humour that also make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Lightbody apparently hosted a New Year's Countdown on BBC Radio. Too little, too late that I find out now.

Here is a photo I took the other day.

Broken Glass.

Something I picked for light, bedtime reading. All my thank-yous to the Doctor-Parents Gpt, parents of the S.Gpt who lent me this.
So excited!