1. Perform a ceremonial funeral for a dead mosquito. Read eulogy and wear black.
I actually did this. Was wearing black already. You might think i am crazy and you are probably right. :)2. Plan to take over the world by storm.
This is to plan to write a novel which will, you know, take over the world by storm. Just planning. Just planning. :)3.Count the number of folders in your computer.
It might sound boring but when the internet connection is slow its very enjoyable. Ok Ok there are 61 folders. :)4. Play Farmville.. :) :)
5. Plan a diet and a workout routine.
This actually stops at planning6. Write stupid poems.
Like on the funeral of a mosquito.7. Play Cityville.. :) :)
The Funeral of the Mosquito
There it lay still on the wall.
Thinking about its day and all.
It was a very fine evening.
With lots of people surrounding.
With its snout in the air sniffing.
To check which human has been sweating.
Glad it was to find a lad.
Whose glasses were big and whose flesh was tad.
It lay still calculating.
Just to get the joy circulating.
Then came the sudden flash.
Was it a hand or was it a bat.
But there lay the mosquito on the floor dead as a squat.
Then came the ants to carry its body all around.
Showered with sympathy for it to be buried in a calmer place.
The proud beetles dug the grave.
For it to rest in peace in shade.
The blessings asked and paid.
There was drinks brought by the bees.
The food by the flies.
The butterflies brought the flowers.
Every insect could be seen.
Such was the funeral of the mosquito
8. Plan to take over the world by storm - Sequel.
This is to plan to write a song which will you know take over the world by storm. Just planning. Just planning. :)9. Plan on expanding the MDictionary
10. Planning on ways to expand my farm in farmville.
Well there it is. This is what I've been doing. If you have any crazy ideas like this I would be glad to follow.. :)
Then there are the other things. Like messaging..
Me: OMG..!! Did u come to know.??
Friend: WHAT? Wt happened?
Me: R u sure u dont know?? abt u know......??
Friend: No, Tell. wt happened..??
Me: U seriously dont know.?.?
Friend: No. nd u r getting on my nerves.
Me: How do u live with urself..??
Friend: Ok.. Wt is it tht i ws supposed to know..??
Me: How can u not know tht its 12 o'clock..??
Me: :D :D :D :D :D ha ha ha.. he he he.. :D :D :D
Me: sorry tht was not me..
Friend: Who was it??
Me: Arpitha Holla.. :D :D :D
Friend: Idiot it ws u..??
Me: yeah.. gotcha.. :P
Then there is the occasional cooking.
1) Burnt chapathi.
2) Burnt dosa.
3) Under cooked upma.
4) Over cooked maggi.
Thats where my unique culinary skills stop me..
and I miss my friends. :(. Sometimes I'll be staring into space thinking of all the times spent together. So here is a short poem dedicated to dee, tp, deeps, p2, kallu, nassi, shri, bosch ash, deepi, sallu, chethu, tn, shru, shabbu, poori, pinto, renu, aparna, suma, chandu, kulls, ansi, praju, ayesh, sallu
Like the dew drops on a spider's web.
The grass grown on the steps.
A beauty it holds which no one knows.
Like the feeling you get when you make someone smile.
The smell of earth on a rainy day.
A joy it holds which no one knows.
Like the maggi made.
The shoulders drenched.
The lessons learnt.
The happy times.
The helping hands.
The silly fights.
The food shared.
The teasing bared.
The love shown.
The trust grown.
The friends it shows whom everyone knows.
:( :( I really miss you all..
Well that is all for now..
Take care.. :)