Abeer Appropriates!

. i love driving through (to be precise, being driven through) roads where trees line streets during the day. dyou know why? for one reason only. as you are being driven through, sunlight continues to play hide and seek with you, peeking and shying away through tree branches. the tree provides you shade from the sun, and the sun brightly shades the tree. i think its a divine feeling. you must feel it to know how brilliant it feels.

. i never was one to cut my wrists when it was the order of the day, so i wont be committing suicide for the events of today. (this has no bearing whatsoever on anything that happened today. its just something i thought of.)

. to the people of the world who are my friends, i am aware of the fact that India will be playing Sri Lanka in the Finals. please stop telling me this already.

. just because you have it, does not mean you need to flaunt it. surprises are rather nice too.

. i will be extremely shallow if i were to find a man that looked like Peter Newman did in his prime.

. the main difference between you and me love, is that im not governed by hate.

. today and yesterday i was witness to a hilarious number of quotes. i regurgitate them as follows:

. why do you always look like you're dressed for winter?

. yeah abeer, cute smile and all that, but its getting old now (this was in reference to my gum-bearing brilliance i naturally effuse when i find someone hilarious).

. on my peacock headband, a friend had this to say- dude, it looks like a butterfly shat on your hair.

. the sexiest thing about you abeer, is your indian accent. i love it when you start speaking like an indian.

. yesterday as i came home, i went in for a bath (i dont typically have a bath in the evenings), put on a face mask and later exclaimed that i was hungry. apparently this was enough to constitute a mine of desi suspicion for my mum, who asked me first, 'are you going for a wedding? taking so much care of yourself'. when i laughed and said no, she let it go. but then picked it up again when i started saying i wanted a chutney sandwich (its the most amazing thing ever. really.). she goes, 'abeer, dyou have a boyfriend? you're all different now. you want to clean yourself, you're hungry, you're applying a face mask'. and then she says in english, 'i know that there is something fishy going on here. i will fish what fish this is'.

at home, you cant even indulge yourself without someone thinking that you're dating again.

. a taco is a mere Indian chappati pretending to be Mexican. Jalapenos are actually an Indian delicacy called Halla Peenoh, a dish which's title translate drink loudly.

. was that which's right grammar?

. so i have some very good news. one of my chest ribs has stopped showing. if this doesnt call for a party, i dont know what does.

. papa just bought black spanish olives. this is about as exciting as my day can get!

. i will one day own at least a few works by quentin blake. i intend to make my home one that overflows with art and beauty that i find particularly fetching.

. my 8-year old high school sweater still fits. i love it. now i can alternate wearing that and my jacket for days when i dont want to feel so dressed up.

. instead of my thesis on TCKs i should have just done a piece on Boys and How They Can Never Grow Out of Immaturity. id hit the 15ooo word count even before i'd have had the chance to hit my literature review.

. yesterday i was dancing to rubberneckin' in front of julian's office, while waiting for him to finish with a student. there was no music, i wasnt listening to my iPod and i was alone. but i wasnt. turns out there was a boy right that moment passing the hallway who right at that moment saw me jigging to absolutely nothing. he probably thinks im a loon.

. if there is one reason why india should lose tomorrow's match, it is that very few members on that team actually have manners. absolutely no sportsmanship and dripping of ego, its really pathetic the way they play the game. virat kohli, zaheer k and harbhajan singh in particular need to get a grip on their language. its a game, they're batting to you, they're not slandering your reputation.

. i think ashish nehra is the cutest thing alive. particularly because he's always smiling. and when he's not really happy, he doesnt really swear.

. i think the best part about the pakistan-india match was the soundtrack. nothing says india better than bhangra.

. i saw an awesome joke on twitter. i repeat it here. 'what exam do aspiring umpires have to take? the Toufel'. HAHAHAHAHAHA. right?

. it takes a special kind of asshole, in my opinion, to make your girlfriend cry on her birthday.

. we were watching the india-pakistan post match interview. waiting for it actually, when india decided to take a break for commercials. i switched to CNN to see if any one of the 3 networks were covering the news (CNN was, the others werent). so on CNN, they'd cut to CNN-IBN where Rajdeep Sardesai was in conversation with Allan Border, Imran Khan, Murali Karthik, Anil Kumble and Sir Viv Richards. so teeny bit of post match analysis going on and as the newsroom saw the conversation go off on a technical tangent, they returned to the studio in the US, where this other woman goes, lets go down to Mohali with our correspondent there. so she asks the Indian chick what the atmosphere there is like, and this woman, who is outside the stadium, with her back to it, is saying things like its electric, everyone here has erupted into happiness, all that cliche reporter jazz that comes with sensationalising sport victories. and then one of the men from the newsroom asks her, 'but india has just won the semi final till now. the finals are still 2 days away. dyou think they're a little overconfident?' and just as this reporter is about to answer, there comes a drunk man into the frame, waving a huge Indian flag, 'eendeeea is GREEEEEEYAT counnnntry' and something else that i cant seem to remember now. nevertheless, he proved her point. haw haw.

. rameez raja does NOT like kamran akmal. haw haw.

. So while watching the match, there were shots of Viru (Virender Sehwag) talking to umpire Ian Gould. they showed them once talking, cut away to the game and a while later, back to the same shot, where they were still talking. So Papa asks, 'When did Ian Gould learn Punjabi?' Quite some time later, Harbhajan got Afridi's wicket. Being overwhelmed, he went all Tarzan, mouth open and chest jiggling. At the same time, there were loads of moths flying about. So while his mouth is open, Papa goes, 'Moo bandh kar warna makhi andar chale jayegi' (close your mouth or the fly will get in there).