This post's been a long time in coming. There hasn't been much to write about and even less time to write it in. Does that seem a paradox to you? It doesnt to me. First the news, since the last post:

1>I've had my farewell. Wonderful event. Thank you juniors :)
2>I've been to goa and back. With friends. All girls party. Nice place. I could wear whatever I wanted and no one would bat an eyelid. I think I'll go back there soon.
3>I've been invited to stay a couple of years at IIM Lucknow. I might actually go!
4>Ive been tagged by an inscrutable rat in shining armour. Now, I'm the wrong person to tag.Because I'm usually a spoilsport in put-in-the-spot situations. No more tags for me. Ill humour this one, but no more. Nix. Nyet. Non. No way. Boo.

Now let's see if I can do justice to this one. I'm giving creativity a rest and structure it like the rat himself:

Seven things I'd like to do before dying:

1) Trek up Everest.
2) Go scuba diving around the Great Barrier Reef
3) Take a lunar holiday (assuming this becomes affordable).
4) Finish reading Foucault's Pendulum (sigh).
5) Eradicate the number "six".
7) Achieve world peace :P

Things that I can do:

1) Ride a bicycle without touching the handle. As in, properly. Even on bumpy roads and around turns.
2) Eat any amount of desserts. Especially chocolately ones. Without puking at the end.
3) Walk for any amount of time. At any speed. I love walking.
4) Bathe a baby. Yes, I can. Its fun if you have patience.
5) Navigate anywhere with a map. Im good with maps. So much for the girls suck at map reading.
6) Identify stars and constellations in the night sky.
7) Listen to deep purple/queen all day.

Things that I can't do:

1) Eat spicy food.
2) Drink anything hot. I wait for ten minutes before sipping my tea.
3) Sit in a fast moving vehicle, epecially a motorbike.
4) Study continuously. I read for 5 mins, do other stuff for 5 minutes. I have terrible concentration. But I do manage to study 30 mins out of one hour this way :P
5) Do the rakhi-tying thing to anyone except my real brother/cousins. I have never understood how other girls manage to do that. Maybe I lack some brain wiring.
6) Care about what other people think.
7) Resist a good one-liner when it pops into my brain.

Things I say:

1) Jeeeezus
2) Jeeezus Christ!
3) GTH
5) Aur sunao
6) Hain??!!
7) Yeah right!

Things I'd like to see in boys:

1) NO hair colour. Yuck! As a matter of fact, even in girls.
2) NO french Beards.
3) NO chauvinism.
4) NO mob mentality.
5) Teetotalism (is that how u say it?)
6) Respect for girls' achievements. Specifically , lack of statements like "It's easier for you because u are a girl".
7) A vision for their own future(now, some guys do have this, dont gimme hate mail for this).

Celebrity Crushes:

1) Captain James T Kirk (spare me, I was ten years old)
2) Michael Schumacher (this was before he joined ferrari)
3) There really arent any more, I'm sorry, I said I was a spoilsport already.


Tags:

1) None. I am stopping this disease right here.


Declaration: Tag me at the risk of being ignored. God bless u Sarat for bringing out the worst in me :P

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Hey! We went to our old step well today. Ok, ok its not ours, let me put in the disclaimer before the Archaeological Survey of India(ASI) sends me a notice. But, its fairly nearby for me to consider it so. This happens to be the latest endeavour in my continuing efforts to visit all the places of interest around Ahmedabad before I leave this place forever.

So anyway...the place is next to the village of Adalaj, 15 minutes from Gandhinagar. Isnt it, for all its glory, just a well? That was my attitude when my friends decided to make a trip to this one. But this ones subterranean, they told me. I laughed out loud... are not all wells subterranean? "But its famous!" they said. For god's sake! "Its just a well, I do not want to waste a sunday morning on a well!"

I stand corrected :|

What a well! It was, as they told me, subterranean!! We needed to go down three or four levels of stony stairs to reach it. And it was famous... there were three bus loads of caucasian tourists... crawling like ants over the construction, clicking pictures, chattering happily. Sadly, I could not recognise the language they were speaking, something I profess to be good at. My best guess was that it was a slavic language.

Back to the well. Galleries and galleries at each floor, full of beautiful carvings in stone. The well itself, by the time got to it, was pretty ordinary... green water, which seems to be an Indian standard :P. But it was well worth it for the constuction was well planned :)

I took loads of pictures, and as usual here is a snippet of some of them. Click to enlarge. All of us could not be in all of them, for as faithful as the timer function is, the place was teeming with langoors. I did not want a brand new camera smashed to bits if a monkey decides to have some fun. Though I did risk one with the timer. The camera was precariously balanced on the edge of a wall, and I hooked up my rather heavy purse to it. Not really to avert the monkey-menace, for any monkey worth its name could still have made off with it... but to prevent it from drowning in the well, should an excited monkey brush by it. Thankfully nothing happened. Jai Bajrang Bali!

Im back in the hostel, and bored again ;P

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