Mona Lisa Smile

If people expect me to begin this post with an explanation on why I have allowed my blog to die a slow and painful death,they'd be dissapointed.I have no explanation except the fact that I am finding blogging is no cake walk when you have one of your
own.This post is more of an attempt to drive away the demons of CBSE Result due tommorow than to inject some life in my blog.

I have finally learnt to swim freestyle (Does a mad tribal dance ,gets stared at by Mom and Dad who believed their daughter was sane until now).My day usually begins at 5.00 in the morning when I head for the swimming pool followed by an hour of underwater bliss.When I step out of the pool it feels as if each and every particle of my body is trying to drag me down back in.But as a direct fall out of swimming regularly I have acquired a spectacular tan.I can see the outline of the swimming suit on my neck and back.But who cares? Swimming is worth having a slightly darker skin.

I am in a good mood these days because my Sims are in a good mood.I love that game (The only game I like other than NFSU(More on NFSU later)).Maybe still inside me is a little girl who likes to play with dolls in a doll house.And which little girl wouldn't like dolls that are intelligent,smart,have a multi-faceted personality,get hungry,have a social life,like taking a bath,make their bed after they wake up,watch TV,check their e-mails,pay their bills,cook speghetti and meat balls and (sniggers) take care of their bladder.The gameplay is amazingly life like (Except at a few points like when they pull a book out of nowhere when asked to read in the bed)
and is challenging.It isn't easy to keep your Sim happy and cheerful all the time and take care of their sometimes tough aspirations.For example a beautiful Sim that I've named Arwen has an alarming ambition of going out with three guys at once (Tries and fails to keep a straight face). They lead complex lives like we do (Although I have never met anybody who'd like to go out with three people at one time) and that is exactly what makes the game so riveting.

To try and not think about the result of my exams I have gone on a movie-watching spree.Some one line reviews.

Harry Potter GOF: Slightly less unbearable than the previous movies.

Robots:A delightful,very well made ,light hearted movie with serious undertones (which I'd like to explain some day)

Spirited Away:Mediocre plot but amazing graphics

Erin Brokovich:A strong story about a strong woman.Amazing acting by Julia Roberts.

Rang De Basanti:Stunning choreography,awesome music,great acting,realistic touching plot sans any melodrama,this movie deserves a separate post.

I have taken to going on long lonely walks in the JNU campus to take my mind off distressing stuff.It's beautiful especially when it rains and everything in sight is green,yellow and orange and the peacocks come out and dance.The view from Parthsarthy point,the tallest point in JNU campus inspires me to poetry.The stundents are a lucky lot to study in a campus so gorgeous

OK I think I will finish this post now and go back to chewing my nails and thinking about the results.

Bluegenemaid

PS:I think you all must have realised by now that this post had nothing to do with Mona Lisa or her smile.I figured some title was better than no title.

Of ....(gives up) nothing in particular

I think you can never truly appreciate how blessed silence and peace is until you have had kids around you.My paternal uncle and aunt arrived from Goa last fortnight and I was at mercy of my two cousins aged four and five till yesterday.Being the youngest in my family I posses absolutely no skills with kids.Babies are fine but children like my cousins drive me out of my mind.These two little brats posses extraordinary skill at getting what they want by crying,kicking,punching,screeching,pulling,breaking,biting and what not.They also seem to have a microscopic sight when it comes to detecting the most minuscule difference between things that we get for both of them which are as identical as is humanly possible.So with my mom in the kitchen,my dad at work,my brother at college and my chacha chachi generally having a good time I was expected to break the his-cup-is-bigger-than-mine and his-ball-is-a-brighter-shade-of-pink-than-mine arguments.The good thing about them was that they believed anything that I said.I told them that the old bulb holder in my study was used to hang kids like them upside down by the ankles when they don't listen to their elders and that the kabariwallah carried away kids in his sack when told to do so.
Anyway, now that they are back in Goa I am missing them sorely.Nobody had ever played ping pong on my back before them.

I am learning to swim.It's just been a week or so.I can float and do a bit of swimming now but with
the help of a float.I initially had problems with keeping my head under water and holding my breath.
I would panic and come up to the surface sputtering and gasping for dear air.But now I have started
realising that I have enough air in my lungs and can now stay down for quite a while.I have only had one scare
in the pool till now.I was learning to propell myself by pushing my feet against the wall of the pool.
I lifted my feet off the floor and floated pretty neatly until something went wrong and I lost my balance.
I plunged right in and swallowed a lot of water through my nose and mouth, came up and went down again.
My dad who was swimming nearby noticed what was going on hauled me up by the hair and pulled me to
the edge of the pool to spit out the water.I was alright (Stop mourning will you) but shaken. But even if I drown and die my spirit will come back and swim in the pool.Such is the feeling of being underwater.After you get over the initial
feeling of being disorianted,out-of-control and drunken(I had a wild impulse to giggle when I entered
the water for the first time) you start enjoying the freedom and the sheer weightlessness.Floating in water
is the closest you can get to the feeling of flying.

I have got a new set of Creative 5.1 speakers for my computer to call my own (The audiophile in me wipes tears of joy)
The sound is divine. I can hear the window panes rattling when I play Rasmus,Massive Attack,U2,Metallica,Green Day and the likes.Percussion instruments in my dad's collection of classical music sound unbelievable.These speakers have given a new meaning to my 8 GB currently on HDD music collection.Currently on my favourites list are:

Rasmus-In the shadows,First Day of my life,Not like the other girls,Keep your heart broken(Love each and every one of them)
Fort Minor-Remember the name
Gangster-Bheegi Bheegi (It's nothing like the usual moronic,crappy, weepy, dopey, saccherin sweet bollywood music.)
Corrs-Runaway(Very soulful)
Bryn Adams-Here I Am
Sean Paul-Temperature
Asian Dub Foundation-Fortress Europe(A number from NFSU.I get a kick whenever I hear this)
Madonna-Justify my love

Gotta go.Lunch is served.

Bluegenemaid