The story of the furry creatures.

This is the story of Jose the Senior,Jose the Junior,Mr. Elephant,Woozie,Panda the koala and Dog the mouse.
They all live with "us".
Mr.Elephant and Dog used to hang from Anurina's bag.
It was the fake one with DIESEL written on it that she bought for either 400 or 450 bucks and after which she felt extremely proud of her bargaining skills.
(NOTE: all trash.)
Jose the junior and Jose the senior are kangaroos.(their names are courtesy Riku who had suggested the same for my new fridge but later I found it to be more suitable for the kangaroos and so that.)
They came from sydney all the way here with Panda the koala and Woozie.
Jose the junior is attached to jose the senior.
Panda the koala is a koala.
He was named today.
We first ended up calling him koala the panda.
But he is panda the koala.
And Woozie?
Woozie is just such a cute littol thingg!
He was named yesterday.
And his name sounds the best when you say it with a mouthful of food.
WOOOZIEEEE..
They all live in my house.
Dog the mouse is an ADORABLE little mouse with big feet.
really big feet.
And I know he loves his name.

Now Mr.Elephant.
Mr.Elephant has been in the past two days,a subject of much controversy.
Anurina says that he is afraid of the dark.
NOT TRUE.
She just says it.
He is So not afraid of the dark.
He likes being comfy.
Everybody likes being comfy.
She gave everyone the impression that he is an annoying,fussy,stubborn and selfish spoilt brat.
But he is SO not that.
He is a nice boy.
Like I'm a nice girl?
He's a nice boy.
I stole him yesterday while he was hanging from her bag and put him in mine.
She was chasing rupsha down the road because she was running away with dog.
Anurina never realised that mr.elephant was gone.
Nobody ever told her.
poor child.
Today she came and said she's lost him.
We cursed her.
We cursed her like anything.
We said that she threw him down on the road where he must've been trampled by cars,trucks,rickshaws and people.
Then the annoying beggar kids must've come and pulled his ears,his trunk and torn apart his beautiful white polka-dotted blue shirt thing.
Actually this nobody had said.
It came to my mind right now so I'm it putting up.
What the hell. Could've happened no.
Anurina made a bad face.
Then in the last period Rupsha and Anurina fought.
They fought really hard.
Rupsha cursed her and cursed her and cursed her.
ohh oh.
I forgot to mention.
Rupsha,Rajasee and Priyasha knew I had Mr.Elephant.
But it was fun cursing her.
So she cursed her and cursed her and cursed her.
But still.
Anurina not nice.
She said she'll buy new Mr.elephant and even thought of taking woozie away as a replacement for him.
Bad girl anurina bad girl.
They hit each other very badly.
Scratching and the likes.
Then under pressure of manhandling,Rupsha the girl betrayed me and revealed the well-kept secret of the theft.
More appropriately,the rescue.
Then,I was ironing my house flag.
The bad girl came and slapped me really hard on the back.
Thaashhh.
I said WHAT.
She said she wants Mr.Elephant back or I will have to suffer the consequences.
But I don't want to give Mr.Elephant back.He is very happy here.He loves talking to Jose, the junior.They are at the same height above the ground.
I don't think he wants to go back.
Panda,both the Joses and him, have a lot of fun.
Though Panda doesn't talk to much,he loves the others.
He sits on the left hand side speaker while the joses and mr.elephant sit on the subwoofer.
I know they have beautiful conversations.
And they will soon be rejoined by woozie.
Woozie is right now in summer camp at Rupsha's place and has made great friends with jannu the dog and the others.
But then I feel sad for Dog.He is all alone.
That too with Anurina.
I heard she pulled his nose once.
And she has a thing with noses.She ends up damaging them for a lifetime whenever she encounters them during one of her violent fits.
I'm scared for Dog.
God bless Dog.
God Dog.
I posted.

The Tagging Thing-II

So i got tagged again.
ok.It is actually fun.

ahem.

10 SIMPLE PLEASURES.

very good.

1.waking up early in the morning and realising that there's still a lot of time left for me to sleep.
2.singing the millipede song.
3.teaching other people the millipede song.
4.learning new things on the guitar,playing them well and getting complimented.
5.looking at just-finished or old school projects and feeling very proud.
6.listening to things while making coffee on being left home-alone.
7.rain.
8.rain with book and coffee with music in between.
9.receiving nice comments on blogger.
10.receiving calls from people living in my city when they go out of town.

another one.ok?yeah ok. im a nice happy girl.

11.finding new things(anything-pen,pencil, silly hotel shampoo,aircraft chocolates...i mean anything)in luggage when people return home.
12.the other day i was throwing the duster at the blackboard really hard,over and over again.
that gave me IMMENSE pleasure.

again.
i got nobody to tag.
and i dont feel like searching for unknown people and telling them listen i have tagged you.
so forget it.

I just walked out of the house today.It was getting really pissing off.
so i just walked out.
i went for a walk.
i walk a lot you know.
A lot.
i always walk back from a friend's place in ballygunge.
did the same thing that day.it never feels like im walking on the road but.
somewhere "outside."
I just keep on moving.playing stupid little games with footpath tiles.
you know how sometimes you're just so preoccupied with nothing that pretty much nothing is going through your brain which otherwise refuses to shut up.
it was like that thay day.so i crossed all crossings without looking.
certain people must have been pissed off.
like,"you're suppose to look while crossing,you know."
i know i would have thought that.
will remember this other state the next time im in the car.
******
I noticed for the first time that there were two very nice creepers next to the water tank.So I stopped and stared.
the woman behind me in the little shop was staring at me staring.
didnt feel like caring but.
but then i walked away.
like the other day there were these green lights put up on a building on the main road.they were thin sleek lights.they just seemed to be hanging out there.you could go on looking at them.
i was staring again.walked away sometime later.
i wondered what it would be like to stand under the big tank.climb those stairs up to the top.
the tank has always been the martian people.
because those tall cement things..i dont know what to call them..on top of which the round structure is...they have these horizontal bars of cement going around them.
and so they look like those martian people,the ones in Mission to Mars, that stand with really long joined hands while stuff goes around flying and rising.
i liked that movie.
always seen it from the one exact scene where the bearded man tries to kill the other ones.
******
I notied for the first time again last night when i turned around and saw that the cupboard out in the hall looks nice in the dark.it really does.
i'd never seen it like that before.
i would always stare either at the ceiling or out through the window.could see one half of the tank and the top part of the roof of the house across from it.
It is very weird when you end up looking at your hands and realise that they're not just things lying on the pillow but they are supposedly"your own hands."
sounds so stupid.
but it is weird.
and all the shit about voluntary movement is trash.
my hands dont move when i want them to move.
they just end up moving somehow.I dont even know how they do that.
they just do.But i dont dont ask them to turn or bend that way.
like i dont know how they ever got accustomed to playing bar hords. cause earlier whn i tried they used to behave like a spastic's.
how the fuck do they do that.
i sometimes intentionally make them stop.
they do.
but then there is an urge to move them again.
fuck i dont know.
******
my dad had made me stand for an hour outside school alone some time back.
i looked up for the first time.
quite a differnt view.
the weather was nice.
I never knew that there was that multi-light lamp post there.you know the ones which are made the focal point of a gol-chakkar in by-pass?
Its seriously crazy.
these people make the gol-chakkar all nice and pretty and you look up up up the pole and find a lamp post there.
funny.
but this one looked nice.
then that annoying beggar girl came again.
she's really naughty.horrible little girl.I cant believe im writing about her.
she's always pissing me off.
because her intention is to piss people off.
she doesnt ask for money.
she just comes to piss me off.
ive had big fights with her.
and she knows how to screech freaking well.
but i shout loud too.
she just laughs and goes off.
********
im living...supposedly thats what its called.

I have nothing to say...

The old hag wrote OK on the board.
I thought "okay".
Others shouted zero kelvin.
And I would supposedly do much better if I think the same way.
Perceptions.
They can be so annoying.

~science student~

I have changed.
And it feels good.
Feels nothing actually.

Now there's no more awe for something beautiful.Its more of an understanding with it.A knowing silent conversation thats formal in its own way.
Beauty's definition has changed from the what was taught in nursery.
I somehow don't find the Taj Mahal that great.I find the ruins of old forts better.Maybe its because I was expecting more given the hype.
Somebody overhearing laughed when i said that.
I turned to look.He looked at me as well.
I turned and walked away.

Now i don't want perfection.Its a bit too stark.
Now I have my own perception of things around me and I don't demand an explanation for the way they are.
People who do,I find them silly.
Now I know I like something when I say I like it.

Right now,I'm happy the way I am.Even with the things missing.
I know I will change from here.Not much maybe but I will.There's no place in this world for something stagnant.
God knows if this is maturity.Maybe it'll be stupidity a few years down the line.Maybe even a few days, when I read this post again.
But this will remain the first time I felt real.
Happy beacuse of who I was.
And that, is a very good feeling.

15 mins of indulgence outside school.

There is a modi dukan outside school.

I never knew it existed until sports day class X when i went there with a bunch of similarly broke people to hog.

I finished half the stock of that place that day with everyone staring at me.And that was possible thanks to Rupsha's magic green bag which stored large sums of money in god knows how many one rupee,two rupee and 5 rupee coins.It was an occasion for jubiliation everytime 10 rupee notes came out all folded and crumbled.
Rest,we borrowed and never paid back.

I had utilised every last 50 paisa because you get chloromint chewing gum with that and modi dukaan ka person keeps chloromint in a nice small green plastic container which I can never find and then he has to point it out for me.

Now,we visit modi dukaan every single day after school for about 15 mins.Its become a tradition.And it is one place which I hope shall help me to grow fat though results unfortunately, are not yet visible.

Latest addiction at modi dukaan:Lays wafer style with pepsi...and crackle if you have the money.Even if you don't,then also you can buy because the modi dukaanwala people do not mind keeping us in debt.Earlier it used to be "orange lays."

So,after getting out of the school gate,we take a left turn towards modi dukaan and simply go pick up the green packet lying on the red rack.Then i tell the thin person standing near the pesi fridge to give one barra pepsi.I have specifications about the bottle also.I do not like those bottles where the pepsi label is not coloured and is just something jutting out in glass.It looks as if those are contaminated.

He knows that.So he doesn't give us those type of bottles these days.He takes out the last bottle in a row,the one closest to where the cold cold air comes out beacuse we are his special customers.

He also keeps the three or four crackles right in front, on top of all the other chocolates so that i can take it out easily.One day Jahnavi just walked off with a crackle without telling me.So i also did not pay him.

Next day he told me very sweetly.

Crackle also has its own story.If its just three people and one of them is Rajasee,then we have perfect division of crackle because she does not want more than two.

So the bar gets equally broken into two parts of four each and the remaining two which she gets.

Money is not a problem these days.Because i'm mask treasurer.

I keep the money back.Don't worry.I'm a nice girl.

Then there is a light blue coloured board right next to modi dukaan saying in white that the estate,"bibi jaan bibi" belongs to some person whose name i cant remember because the centre of attraction was the name of the estate which continues to fascinate us and thus,we have sung songs which go"bibi jaan bibi.bibi jaan bibi" outside modi dukaan.

The person sitting inside the modi dukaan thinks we are all very nice people but he finds us crazy.I know it.
Because I remember how he was looking at me when i borrowed two rupees from some girl on sports day,went up to him and asked"do rupaiy mein kya milta hain?".

I had been hogging then for almost half an hour.
He gave me a fatafat.

Sometimes Varun and Gaurav come outside modi dukaan.They used to steal food earlier but now they bring money and buy the BIG lays wafer style so its ok.

One day it was just me and jahnavi.We were standing outside modi dukaan and this hag sort of a woman came and said that she works for some animal welfare society which needed funding so if we could give her some money.
So i gave her 10 bucks.It was the cheapest thing in my hand.You see, we were rich that day.She talked very nicely,said nice nice things about us and went off.

The modi dukaan people told us that she was just bluffing.I said i know but what to do.She looked like someone who had a dagger or something.They laughed.We also laughed.They thought we were dumb.

Modi dukaan has become an integral part of our school life.

I'll miss modi dukaan days after class 12.The modi dukaan people will miss us as well.
We have provided them with never failing means of entertainment and an assured shoot up in their finances.But there are still two more years to go.
And that's quite a lot though the perosn most addicted to lays wafer style, only has monday left.
How sad is that.
I don't even remember who first came up with the name,modi dukaan.But now that little shop with two big fridges and red racks is modi dukaan for us.

"Amen" to that.

come to think of it..

I hate time. It's such a hypocrite.