Lady Andal Class 12 Batch of 2005-2006

The Boards are upon us!

I seriously doubt that anyone would be seeing this blog today but I just had to have something mentioned about the boards in this blog, cos u know its kinda like our yearbook, and as long as Google doensn't self-destruct, the memories shall remain(on this blog atleast). So best of luck LA students and hopefully we'll kick arse. Yea, thats about it. I'm listening to an opera song now and I feel weird. So, bye.

I scream because I ate Ice Cream : (

Today was technically the last working day of the twelfth standard for me and my classmates (we only have revision exams from now till that horrible month of March when we have to write the Bored Exams) and we made ice creams today in the Physics lab, well that was what we were hoping to do anyway. Making the ice cream was part of our Chemistry practicals (?) and if you did it properly you could earn as much as 10 marks. So we didn't want to mess up something as simple as making ice cream, did we? But mess up we did. Who knew that you had to add milk to make ice cream? We used two packets of custard powder, water and dairy milk 10 rupees chocolate and the end result was a very thick, grainy, semisolid yellow bleargh. I was especially disappointed because I had done a lot for the project (I had brought one kilo of sugar and I made sure that no one removed the ugly wet cloth that was kept on the ice cream machine to prevent the ice from melting (Yogi's brilliant plan)) and after so much effort I will probably have a pretty severe stomach ache now :(

Nevertheless it was an interesting experience with tempers fraying, people fighting for a cup of ice cream and then spitting it out and some people putting salt on other people's ice cream (Who does stuff like that anyway??) I thought that school would end on a poignant note for me today (read line 1) but some idiot (name starts with a Y) used the ice-cream machine and made some bleargh even worse than the previous bleargh and dumped it in my lunch box. So I had to clean that up and some of the bleargh fell on my uniform and I had to clean that up...it's a long story which ended with me leaving school on a very grumpy note.

Well after today's experience, I have new found respect for Baskin Robbins, Movenpick, and the like who, despite charging exorbitant amounts of money, at least give you ice cream that doesn’t taste like your own puke.

The Magic of Words

Part One

Seventeen thousand years ago, the first talking man said ,"Gargh". This was the beginning of a long journey of many years wasted.

For the sake of simplicity, let us name our man Thefm. Now, Thefm was not your average guy. He was The First Talking Man who had made the first word "Gargh". This was regarded as a bad move by many, for until then their vocal chords had been of no use for anything other than screaming. Also they did not know what Gargh meant. Thefm told them what it meant but he only knew only one word so the way he explained it was unintelligible.

An excerpt from his famous speech, "Gargh, gargh, ga...gar.. gargh."

The speech was not met with much applause for it was the first of its kind in history. (Not that they knew what history was.)

Now Thefm was widely regarded as an idiot. This was conveyed to him by the rocks that connected with his head severely damaging it.

It was then that Thefm made his second word, a synonym of the first to explain what it meant. It was "Glug".

Thefm become famous for it wasn’t everyday that a man coined a new word for the second time that wasn’t the same as the first. Thefm was happy. He now was the most eligible bachelor in the world. He married a nice girl who was impressed by the shape of his head (the rocks had changed it). They had two children who he surprisingly named Gargh and Glug. Then he died.

Sadly his children had children and their children had children all possessed with a genetic disorder for languages (and a weirdly shaped head), probably caused by the rocks hitting their great ancestor’s head. All the children were named after the words their parents invented.

Part Two

After around 170 centuries, in 1883 William Norbury Biscuit was born. By the marvel of DNA analysis it can be conclusively proved that he was a lineal descendant of Thefm and had inherited his misguided penchant for languages, in particular, the English language.

(His parents had probably invented the word, ‘Norbury Biscuits’… though this fact cannot be proved.)

In 1953, Bill, now the Lord Biscuit, gave a speech which moved the very rocks and stones of the venue out. The people who stayed to listen died the next day of internal hemorrhaging.

He called it ‘The Magic of Words’, the people called him ‘The man who should be shot’. Surprisingly, no-one threw rocks at him. He lived for 9 years after he had made his infamous speech at the University of Leicester.

His speech was written down and preserved by some perverts at the University, for reasons I cannot fathom.

Readers looking for the content of this speech must look elsewhere. It, however, is easily summarized in a few words i.e. “Gurgh, glug”.

It may interest readers to know that with the demise of Lord Biscuit the line of Thefm failed. (Unless he or one of his heirs had an illegitimate son.)

This may well prove to be the case as the speech was mysteriously chosen to be a part of an English textbook. The person who chose it would have to be either a descendant of Thefm or just plain crazy.

However I leave it to you to speculate…

Note: The characters in this story are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead is purely coincidental and highly regretted ;).

Kiran TV: Talking Non-Stop

Nikhil's brilliance!

 

Sharvesh caught in the act!

Ahhh! Whats better than a Malabar beedi... 

Me on the ranger

I think it was my 7th time on the ride when this pic was taken.

 

It's over...

ORCA is over. It seems too simple a statement to say and the truth feels soooo painfully blunt. But all the effort we put in was worth it cos ORCA was a success! I enjoyed myself throughout the two incredibly short days which was a complete contrast to the two extremely long weeks preceding the culturals when we worked our behinds off. It was an unforgettable experience for me- the chance to be the MC, to organise 3 events, to handle LA Speak...it was absolutely brilliant! I loved typing all sorts of rubbish on the message board and making fun of the contestants, especially the ones who had these annoying fake accents. I had a blast during the first round of VJ Wannabe, slept during the second round (I blame the food), and woke up and had a blast again in the third round. The awesome part was when John Britto said that the message board rocked. Yay!

The Riddle Wreck and Kryptobyte competitions were zimply zuperb. Aakar Dhoom Machale (Family Fortunes) had some hiccups but overall it was awesome- the audience really liked it. We had S.J Suryah as the Chief Guest for the inauguration. Heh. And Kareena Kapoor as the Chief Guest for the Valedictory Ceremony (No heh's there!). I got to wear a suit and all but unfortunately Kareena couldn't see me cos I came too late for the closing ceremony. Maybe Kareena will be luckier some other time.


Hey stop throwing slippers on me!!


ORCA was such a fun experience for me, incredibly tiring yet so enjoyable… and now… it’s over. ORCA is over, but I’m glad, glad that I was a part of it.

Life

Thursday, September 29, 2005 on the Society blog.

Well, all my friends are in Goa( yes, Goa!) and as i'm sitting here wondering what it would be like to have my own pet dog, I remembered that I had promised Neon one good Society post before he returned. Now u all know how i love doing nothing and i was too busy doing nothing to write a blog post this whole week. Neon returns tomorrow and this is my last chance to post something. Being isolated for a week has given me the opprtunity to think about Life and Everything. So here goes...

I often feel life is like an onion... it smells, it's made up of many layers and it makes you cry. You can also buy a dozen for Rs15 only. I quote from the best book of all time, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy which says about the Earth,
"This planet had a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem and most of them were largely concerned with the movements of small green pieces of paper, which is odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy."

Another question that i was joblessly thinking about was "Why were we created?". I don't refer only to us but the Earth and everything on it. I mean what is the point. We live, we die and no one really cares what goes on in between. We believe( rather some of us believe) in a God. Well , then what does God get out of creating us. What's his profit, his purpose and more importantly where is his toilet?
Going back to God; who thought of this guy/girl/hommie anyway. Does he/she/(?) exist? If so why? And more importantly can we sue him?
Another question that bothers me is that if there is a God, then why in hell(?) did he make man imperfect? Wouldn't it be better for everyone if he made us perfect in the beginning? But that leads us to the question of whether God is a sadist.
I was introspecting never suspecting that my toast was burning, I will conclude, don't be rude and don't bother asking whether God is nude.

P.S. People say I'm weird, I say Life is weirder, but Cabbage is the weirdest.

ciao for now,
Meson Lurk.(In keeping spirit with the anagram craze)

May the force be with you.

While the rest were in Goa...

Hey,

This is an account of what i was doing while the rest were enjoying themselves in Goa. For an exact account of why i didn't go to Goa please visit the Society blog at The Society of People who have Nothing To Do.
This account is not going to be interesting. Why? you ask. Well, that's 'cause i didn't do much when i stayed here. i mean how much can you do alone???
The highlight of my seven days of solitary confinement was probably the Friends Season 3 episodes which I borrowed from Akshay(thanks!). The rest of the time was spent alternately between doing my Records( yech!) and playing the PS2. I infinitely preferred the latter.
I also spent a lot of my time reading Science Fiction books like "Falling sideways". ( A short version of this story would include the whole of Earth being a mistake of superintelligent life-forms who are frogs, and a man falling in love with a painting of a girl called Philipa Levens who has been dead 400 years and bringing her back to life by cloning her from the DNA in a lock of hair he bought for $12,500 . (The clone cost only $100.)
Complicated. Hell, ya! It took me two readings to understand what the book is about.
A little of my time I spent, thinking about Life. I posted these thoughts on the Society blog. But due to popular demand[ ;) ] , I'm posting these thoughts (above).
That's about all I did during the last 7 days. I had fun( you would never believe it, I don't!) in my own way and I presume(!!!) that the Goans had fun too.

May the force be with you.

XII Class of 2005-2006

It's already October and there are around 6 months of school life left. Only 6 months! So I thought that we could open a blog- a blog commemorating our final few months in Lady Andal. A blog that will always be remembered, cherished, valued because ... well because I created it! Anyway all the Lady Andal 12th standard students who want to join this blog are welcome to join but please post regularly cos u know the blog will cease to exist unless you post. It will lose the will to survive, to move ahead, to reach Blog heaven.... I shall shut up now.

But just one more theeng, if you want to become a member send me an email saying so at mendelismental at gmail dot com

P.S: Neon Rulz!!