On Paolini and Seth

Yesterday, I was really “over the moon”. And why not? My Book Review on Eragon (Inheritance Trilogy) by Christopher Paolini got published yesterday (Friday, July 28, 2006) in The Telegraph. And no it’s not TeleKids, which if you remember comes out in Thursday. It’s in the proper main pages of “Metro/Jharkhand”, which comes somewhere in between the entire paper. Parents are all ears…heh, heh. Let me see if I can get an online link to it.

I’m really ecstatic!

Then…

I got A Suitable Boy by Vikram Seth from School Library, yesterday. It’s like real thick…a novel, after all. But I’m skipping many ineffectual pages…mainly dealing with politics; the other pages dealing about the Mehra family are pretty amusing, I must say.

Those of you’ve read the book, I’m sure you must’ve come across the personality of Kabir. Know what? I really liked that boy, and honestly wished that Lata would wed him…but I was really appalled and saddened by the fact that he turned out to be so unfaithful to her. Really disgraceful (and heartrending to me), as now that it comes to it, even I’d started to love him a lot…but life goes on, and I was clearly surprised by the way Lata overcame Kabir, got involved with Haresh and all…I could never have done that…I just know it…I’d have died out of heartache and angst…

Other characters of Meenakshi, Kuku, and you know the Chatterjis were OK. But I’d have wanted Seth to display better Bengalis (being one of them myself).

Maan. Hehe. Funny boy. I liked his first description but as he became more and more obsessed with that whore, Saeeda Bai or Begum whatever, I didn’t really maintain my likeliness for him.

Pran and Savita were soooo sweet! And the baby Uma too!

About Lata…sometimes I identified myself with her; sometimes I thought she was very unworkable for me. Whatever she was, I think she was this really inhibited girl, but vivacious when with friends…more or less like me…

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DPS Democracy Zindabad (??)

Hi guys, I’ve got something real new for you people today.

DPS, Bokaro is now a proud (read: swollen with pride) egalitarian school. And I mean IT! You know voting and all?

Yup. This time our school had the voting system for the first time in our school’s history of selecting (read: electing) the appointees. That is to say, we, the students, voted for our favorite candidates who stood up for the election to be Head Boy/Girl, Vice Head Boy/Girl, Cultural/Literary/Sport Secretary. And man, it was real cool. The most fun part was the campaigning of the candidates and the school being literally painted in different flamboyantly and luminously colored posters of campaigning and promotion. Real nice change.

“Please vote for me, baccho!” One of the didis came to our class. “Dekho, ok, main ga nahin sakti, dance nahin kar sakti…par haan, I can draw and paint and I was the leader for the Child Rights for the past two years…besides…I’m beautiful!”

Uh huh.

“Oh, Praveen…tun yahan?” A bhaiyya nominee asked as he entered our class to make us hear his pleads (we’ve been hearing it all the time from all of them…Praveen is one of my classmate).

“Arre, Vikram? Kyaa campaigning? Oh, yeh toh mera class hai.”

“Tera!? Wow…sun, iss class se saara vote mujhko milni chaahiye…thick hain nan?”

“Befikr. Ay, inko vote karna…Vikram, Sports Secretary.”

After all, Praveen is the don of our class…**shudders**

“Vote for Ankita!!!!” a didi came up, “ A for adorable, n for naughty, k for um…(I really thought it was going to be “Kiss”, but thankfully…someone for the back sniggered ‘ketchup’ and someone else ‘killer’ yo, she was this pretty) kind, I for Ingenius, T for talkative and again a for alluring…please, please!”

She’s nice you know…not bad girl. Moreover I didn’t know most of the people who were competing for the post of Cultural Secretary, so I went for her – most of the school went for her…you know, I was just thinking, looks do help you somewhere…alas!

“I always speak in English,” Sumit bhaiyya spoke up, and I looked up. Yo, I like Always English Speaking Students (AESS – EEEEE is there…it’s not ASS, although, regretfully, some people green with envy have converted it into that form…**sobs**). “I promise to be more of a friend! Everything we’ll discuss…although I’ll be a head boy, I’ll just be like any other student, there to help you out whatever it maybe.”

I voted for him…**blushes**

“Whatever you do, please don’t bring out Indian democracy over here. That is, corruption. OK, what choice you make here won’t really matter…but trust me, by the time you’re 18 and ready to vote you’ll automatically make sure that you go for the right one.” That was Rakhi, presently vice head girl going for head girl.

Actually, DPS is already fraudulent and crooked from the beginning…and when the corruption or sleaze thing is so chic in the entire India, who can thwart it from coming in our school. I don’t really believe this stuff will work out, honestly speaking…more so, I’m pretty much sure that the selection committee already have the winners selected out…this voting stuff is just a major show off and a bragger to other adversary rival schools…damn it.

Anyway, we’re going off beam.

One of the didis started singing some song I’ve never heard in my life (maybe she’d made it on her own, whatever), “Come to me”…cheap! Despicable! Go to some bar and dance, baby, you’ll get some bucks and make a life…provided the “Indian Gov” allows to dance at bars after what was it 8 pm? Never mind, you sang here at 9 am! Plenty of time, honey.

One of my fave didi, Anshika, for whom I voted for as Head Girl, said the popular and famous dialogue from “Main Hoon Na”…she’s a fetish for it actually, you’ll always find her brimming with movie dialogues showeing from her mouth at the right place and at the right time…you know, I really like her! She’s got all smarts, a modish way of doing everything, she’s sporty, I guess she can do a bit of singing, and what’s most essential, she’s topper in her batch…all rounder! Go girl! I really really wish you be the Head Girl…I’ll pray for you in my prayers to Christ at night!

One of the didi (I know her personally) had a ruthless cough and cold on her campaigning day…still she went about doing it sincerely and above all, with simple reticence…I really felt sympathetic towards her and yes, you guessed it…I voted for her as the Literary Secretary.

For Vice Head Boy, I went for looks and the name. **winks** He’s this real good looking chap, a fab singer, and his name’s Rounaq…my bro’s name…haha…I’m starting to think all Raunaqs are cool.

V H Girl…well, I’ve to say none of the nominees were good…cut off the “Come to me” singer, there was that cheap boyfriend-changing-like-weather girl, and most of the other too un-famous…like I never had heard about them…so I went for the nominee from my house, Ganga, Navendu. She’s nice. I think so.

All over…oh, I almost forgot…what about Sports Secretary? **smiles** I went for Vikram…Vikram, Sports Secretary.

Elektric-Heart Mapled Version 2

OK guys.

Now this is a real quick posting. This is my new layout of Elektric Heart. The comments (Wish Upon a Star) is curently not functioning! *Bangs Head On Keyboard* I'm real sorry for the trouble, but if you've got something to say please do so in my tagboard and you'll be heard.

Last night, whoever tried to open this site would've faced a blank white page with lots of html coding...bad, isn't it? But this is at least better. I don;t intend to keep this layout for long...don't like it a hell lot...there'll be something different and easier to move through next time, hopefully!

Any other tech problems, please contact.

I NEED HELP WITH MY COMMENTS SECTION! I SIMPLY CAN'T FIGURE HOW TO MAKE IT WORK! ANY ANY HELP WILL BE APPRECIATED AND THANKED FOR!

P.S. It's working! YAY! I'm sooo hyper happy! Got it from Haloscan. Too much thankful to them! Toooo much!

My Senses Are All Backwards!

My senses all are backwards
and it really makes me wonder
if on the day that I was born
somebody made a blunder.

For, strange but true, my senses
all got totally reversed.
Now everything I like the best
is what you'd call the worst.

I only like the smell of things
that frighten other noses.
I love the odor of a skunk.
I hate the smell of roses.

I only like the taste of foods
that cause most folks to shiver.
I hate the taste of chocolate.
I'm crazy over liver.

I'm not too fond of music
but there's simply no denying
I like the sound of honking horns
and little babies crying.

I hate the feel of silky, velvet
softness on my skin.
I much prefer the way it feels
when sitting on a pin.

I hate the look of anything
that's really cute and snuggly.
The things I think are pretty
are what most consider ugly.

So let me tell you one more thing
before I have to go:
I think YOU are the most attractive
person that I know.

(C) Sierrah aka Infektia...

Cinderella Version:2

Poor Cinderella, whose stepmom was mean,
could never see films rated PG-13.
She hadn't a cell phone and no DVD,
no notebook computer or plasma TV.
She wasn't allowed to play video games.
The tags on her clothes had unfashionable names.
Her shoes were not trendy enough to be cool.
No limousine chauffeur would drive her to school.
Her house had no drawing room; only a den.
Her bedtime, poor darling, was quarter past ten!

Well one day Prince Charming declared that a ball
would be held in his honor and maidens from all
over the kingdom were welcome to come
and party to techno and jungle house drum.
But Poor Cinderella, with nothing to wear,
collapsed in her stepmother's La-Z-Boy chair.
She let out a sigh, with a lump in her throat,
then sniffled and picked up the TV remote.
She surfed channel zero to channel one-ten
then went back to zero and started again.
She watched music videos, sitcoms and sports,
commercials and talkshows and weather reports.

But no fairy godmother came to her side
to offer a dress or a carriage to ride.
So Poor Cinderella's been sitting there since,
while one of her stepsisters married the Prince.
She sits there and sadly complains to the screen,
if only her stepmother wasn't so mean.

(C) Sierrah Caitleyn Destinie aka Infektia.

Not Yet A Soccer Princess!

• 5 am: Alright, Rei. That’s it…wake up! Chalo, uttho! (Ugh, yeah, that was mom).
• 5:15 am: (Finally woken!!) Right. OK.
• 5:30 am: (Finished brushing and whatever hells, turning to arrange my books) where’s my Economics Notebook, Mom? Kahin dikhayi nahin de raha hai…(Angry ‘irresponsibility’ yells from the smelly kitchen…wtf!)
• 5:45 am: (All dressed up…checking if I look extra fat in the mirror…not really, not really, a tug here, a pull there and there I’m…ahhh, splendid…) now, where’s the comb?
• 5:55 am: (Finally all the hair tucked up into a coquettish looking ponytail…wtf…wtf…or I might just leave it open if I’m in that mood…puts some Vaseline…indispensable part of my school going life) Here, doodh. (Milk. Ugh ugh…Of course, Mom as she hurries to see if Ryan’s alright)
• 6:05 am: (Pulls on the loose socks and black/sports shoes, good bye kiss to Ryan, who in turns begins crying…yeah, I know, real cute…mom yelling not to ride fast…dad bids ‘have a great day’…as if!)
• 6:15 am: (On my bike…ahhh, the sweet air that blows…brilliant!)
• 6:20 am: (At last, in my dull and gloomy looking class IX D…although the students do their best to tang it up…) Hi, Gourav…(who sits their with a Science book open before him…speaking of geeks!) Was there any homework, class? (Gets 14 shrugs in reply…no one really knows…you wanna do homework, do…don’t want...well…we couldn’t care less…!)
• 6:30 am: (Class in an uproar…there’s a fight between Vibhas and Tushar…a eternal flirting session between Prateek and Niyaty…a gossip-update from Anjali and Co…Nishit making swirls on the green board…Ankita busy in adorning the class boards…a quarrel between Neh and Kushal…a full-fledged discussion about FIFA World Cup among the sporty guys…a idle assembly between Anjum, Shimmey, Bonne and Me…a tuition talk between Pallu and a few other girls…the rest? Ahh, we need some audience!)
• 7 am: (Bell rings…Kedia Sir enters…that’s our class teacher…tch tch…roll call…quote of the week…this that that this)
• 8 am: (Still Standing! Yup…this, my friends, is what DPS, Bokaro should be famous for…and I’m sufficiently curious how it’s not! Yo. Teen ghantey (3 hours or so it seems, if not 3) we’ve got to stand in the hot (but certainly not sexy) and sweltering glaring sun…(I wish I’d put my sunscreen…)
• 9 am: (Soon, I’ll be loosing track of time…damn it, I sit on the front bench…you really can’t fall asleep…so I just make sure to note down each and every word of the teacher to prevent the tempting urge…damn…back benchers)
• 10:30 am: (Recess…at least that’s what they call it…it’s more like you’ve let loose a pack of hooligans…hooting, screeching, hollering, LOLs, teasing, wrestling for the chow mien, struggling to get a grab of haldiram’s mixture…this is how the guys behave…girls are quieter and nice…share your tiffins…I hate it…I mean OK, you’ve my food as much as you want…but don’t give me yours…ugh, unhygienic…please…maybe I’ve got some phobia…but I really can’t stand eating anyone else’s food or water…unclean, germ-infested…who knows?)
• 12:45 pm: (Finally the last bell rings…bikers go first, so, there’s, Pallu, Rash, Abhishek, Abhinav, Neh, Kushal, and somewhere lost, there’s me…tugging…)
• 1 pm: (Home, sweet home)
• 2 pm: (Had my lunch, feeling sleepy, pulling my eyes to stay awake, go and grab a biscuit…might help…ahh, nope...asleep)
• 6 pm: (OMG! I was sleeping!!! OMG! What about…) Mom, mujhe bulaya kyun nahin? Dekh nahin rahi thi main so rahi thi? Bula diya karo! (Eng Ver: Mom, omg, you didn’t wake me up? Didn’t you see I was sleeping? Oh! Why didn’t you? ) (No answer, she’s busy watching TV and Ryan)
• 7 pm: (Finally, sat for some serious study…)
• 10 pm: (Still studying…yeah…I can be a geek if I want to be, yeah…I’m large…I’ve multitudes! But finally served dinner…something called roti-sabjee…eng ver? Pancakes and sauté salad. Sounds yummy? Maybe in Eng, not in Hindi…I know I just cracked a PJ. DUH…who cares!?)
• 10:30 pm: (Dad arrives after a B-shift…I quickly pull out my Moths book to show him his studious and academically serious girl…dad smiles, he’s happy, mom shouts about my entire day’s account, he’s heated (just back from Blast Furnace!)…Gives me lecture on my future…how he’s against any sort of donations (even I’m)…tells me to study hard from next time…silence…silence…silence from me…I nod my head…)
• 12 o’clock: (Quite house…I like it…I can concentrate a lot more…study…study…)
• 1 am: (Switches on Computer…this that that this…blog, network, others, google, chat, comment, ymail, gmail, hotmail, reply, new message, delete spam folders…)
• 3 am: (Switches off computer…sleepy…open science book…reads a line about a million times…no, crappy…finally…switches off light…switches on AC…with book on my stomach…I fall asleep…for yet another day…for yet another day…another day as a veiled princess of her own imperfect life…)
  
  
  

  “Marry Prince Williams? Why not …tell me, who wouldn’t like to be a princess?”

  Britney Spears.
  
  Who wouldn’t? I just need to pep up my training, ain’t it? Yo!
  
  I really hope you guys (soccer fans or not) saw the match between Germany and Italy…breathtaking and awesome…believe me. A beautiful game. Both the countries played magnificently – till the last bitter end…
  Although I’m no Germany supporter (as it defeated Arg) but I just can’t help appreciating them. It’s a bittersweet reaction that they lost provided that they played so well and that they’d whitewashed one of my faves. They played, I’m sure, their finest and I must say best. Thank You, Ballackians. You illustrated the world some world-class soccer – and this game of yours I am certain won’t be elapsed easily in football history.
  Italy. Italy. Italy. Now, what can you say about them? Defence. That’s what comes into your head. Yeah, it’s true that theirs is the superlative defense in the soccer world and they evidently displayed it. But it was really smart of the coach, Lippi, to get in 4 attackers at last. Which shows that they took care both of their attack and defense. Really tactful and discreet. Grosso’s goal, I must say, just pulled them into action. And Del Piero’s goal was a counter-attack. Good luck, Italy. And I wish to tell you guys that now you’re my faves to win the cup.
  I’d like to tell them who’ve missed this match to watch it whenever it’s being retelecasted. You won’t regret it, trust me!
  
  Now, Portugal vs France. I’ve missed the game. I fell asleep at about 9:30 pm asking my dad to call me up when the match started but according to him I mumbled in my sleep “I’d rather sleep. Hell with soccer…” DUH.
  Guys at school told me France had a good chance to win, but many liked Port.
  But what my dad said to me that it wasn’t any top-notch game, the game being decided at the 33rd minute when Zidane got a penalty. According to him, it wasn’t a big offense that should’ve been given a penalty. Like, IDK. I don’t care much either about Port or Fr. They’ve never really awestruck me somehow although I’ve heard they play it well.
  
  Eagerly waiting…Italy vs France. +Cross Fingers+ Hope Italy wins…who are with me?
  
  
  
  
  

Mood - Horrible!

Watched the Germany-Argentina (4-2) match…so not in a pretty good mood.

Argentina didn’t play well…that’s all I gotta say. When they did the first goal of the match they thought now Germany can’t equalize it – it was very obvious, their game suddenly turned so defensive. All they went for is defense and hardly anyone paid attention to attack and goal, this is to say when the ball was with them for the most percentage of time during the match and they’d soooo many goal opportunities. Argentina just wanted to end the game. But not Germany, those tough, we’ll-play-our-best-and-put-our-best-foot-forward Ballackers! And they did it. And I must say, Klose’s goal was real good.

Extra time…was more of a bullfight rather than what you call soccer. Pulling down, ass kicking, tripping than little more than they should be, drama, and the severe urge to get a penalty shoot. I must say there WAS lots of offense from both the teams. And I must also say that I’ll eat my fingers if the Germans didn’t bribe the Mr. Lime Green Referee. Uh. No, Germany is the goody goody. Argentina deserved so many free kicks and penalty but no, Mr. Lime thought Germany could never do any foul – they’re clean…stinking clean. What do you call that?

When the Penalty Shoot came, I was sure that now Arg had no chance to win. That rake thin, skeletal and gaunt substitute Arg goalkeeper…you think he’ll save the goal (read: day)? Nada. So I just hid my face. The Germany goalkeeper was of much better built…you know the actual Arg goalkeeper wasn’t that bad, just that overtly emaciated, model like substitute.

Wonder what happened to Messi!!!

Germany deserved it. Even though I supported Arg…cuz I couldn’t think that Arg would play so immaturely…even our own homemade Mohun Bagan plays better…

I don’t have anything to say…

And England lost to Portugal! What a shame! I'm literally crying now! Uh...Beckham!! And that Rooney red card...I have lots to say, but I'm not in the mood now....ahhhhhhhhhh......
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This is the "50 Random Facts" section except there won't be fifty in number and they won't be random. They'll be especially chosen for oddity's sake. It's more like an extended ramble in bulletted form.

· I hate the character Harry Potter. (I didn't before?) Right now, I feel he's like a wannabe Holden Caulfield except with magic. Let someone else save the world for once.
· I like the HP books and movies though. (Weirdo...) BUT I hate Dan Radcliffe and LOVE Tom Felton and Robert Pattinson!!!
· Speaking of Holden, I don't hate him, but not head-over-heels-in love with him either. I'm the only one I've met who occupies some sort of middle ground. Damn phonies.
· I did not think that the Return of the King deserved all the Oscars it won.
· Rumor has it that I am the lookalike of Kate Winslet. Ahh. YAY!
· I honestly like Angelina Jolie (NOT for her pouty pillow lips but because she's so humane, compassionate and charitable!)
· I 'm terribly in love with a person (secretly) who worships me like hell but I don't adore him at all!
· And if I knew why is that I wouldn't have liked him in spite of liking him!
· I hate doing maths but I have got to love it!Cuz, I think Maths rightly viewed possesses not only truth but supreme beauty – cold and austere.
· Because the only thing cooler than dead maths are undead maths. Bah.
· I have actually seen Van Helsing: The London Assignment (an animated prequel) of my own free will. I have this strange attraction to horrible, horrible movies that have their basis in Victorian literature.
· I believe that mankind is basically good in its roots.
· I have a vendetta against Sir Isaac Newton and disrespect his memory whenever possible. He invented Calculus for goodness sakes, why would anyone like such a man?
· I have other reasons for hating him, but none of them are very good. Um.
· I love slangs and its use but I'm restricted because I don't look like a person who can even know slangs!
· My crushes change regularly and largely. Well, almost every sec.
· I use my Dad's cell. Damn it. I'm not permitted to have one of my own. Double damn it.
· I don't think I'm very funny. At least, not overtly funny. I paint myself in subtler colors. Ah.
· I laugh like HELL. Thus, I'm nicknamed 'Giggles'. My record is 46 min.! Hehe.
· I hate sycophancy!
· I hate people who think themselves as The Star Of The Cosmos at school and stunningly pretty and damn clever and that they are the most superior beings and all that hell - because they're only the ones who are NOT!
· I like T-shirts with slogans on them. Same goes with cute colorful coffee mugs and glosses. I absolutely splurge and am smiiten by gloss. I dunno what would be my life without them.
· I love my make up. I'm not a tomboy no way. My fave part is gloss, mascara, gloss, gloss, sunscreen, gloss. Ooops, I almost forgot - gloss.
· I still've to ask my mum to line my eyes! I just can't stop shaking. Damn shakerz.
· I like playing basketball, tennis, volleyball, soccer...but of course it's not required I know how to play all of those.
· I get Straight A's even though I don't work for it!
· I hate myself when I blush.
· I hate my figure.
· I hate my pimples and zits which is a result of some long sleepless nights.
· I love capris.
· I like to be hard to get!
· I like chatting it out as someone else with people I know. I get to know myself and other people from a different angle.
· I don't have a best friend. I don't want to have...
· I hate lookz-freakish and frenzy girls who are time and again running to the mirror at the school loo to check on their face and hairdo.
· I wish I can see the future, well, we all do, right?
· Sometimes I feel this world is make believe. Uh.
· I feel jealous of my sibling...he's way too handsome to be my bro.
· I mix with my friends more freely than my parents.
· I like to eat when no one is watching me.
· I hate starers.
· I do have some highflying ambitions and inspirations which I wish one day to come true.
· I love to chat with unknown strangers. I feel freer and comfortable with them...at least I do.
· I don't really like rake thinners but I just wanna know what it feels like to be one of them.
· I don't like people coming in my room. Whoever they are.

· I'm a daily tripper.
· I can't go out without my kerchiefs and watch.
· I wish I was born in the States.
· I wish I'd an American accent.
· Sometimes I wish to be like Avril Lavigne, though I know it's not really plausible.
· ...wtf...

Huh...bye so...

P.S. Finally, I lifted my lazy ass off my bed to create 2 things I've longed for -

• CH3M!CAL PR!NC3$$ - dare to read about the girl who broke your dreams?
• FROZEN DESIRES - just a small corner for my illusionary pics....oh, the trends!