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Somebody once told me (or I don't know if i actually read it somewhere), that the secret to making good tea is to let it brew (if that's the word you use for tea too for I all I know coffee is the only thing you actually "brew"..then again I know too less.)
Anyhow,so I've been told (still not sure if that's the case), that tea must be brewed and that if you're going to add milk then you must do so in the following way.
Add a little bit of milk
Stir and stir .
Then add more milk
Then stir and stir.
Then add milk again....
I don't know if that really works because I've never really tried it out . I don't have that much patience though I have all the time in the world. Actually, I did try it once but gave up halfway as I was trying to be "a nice daughter" who "makes (or is able to make) mother dear a cup of tea and I was forced to give up because the tea did'nt look like tea at all. It actually looked more like soup and because my mother was growing impatient by the minute.
Whoever takes half and hour to make tea?
And anyway, who even needs tea? Don't we have coffee ? Personally,I think coffee is atleast a million times better considering the time it takes (which decreases even more what with the instant sachets and whatever other options that are available though I grant that it doesn't taste as good. But hey, it's pretty close.)
But that's not my point. I was actually going to write about um..... oh.. darn it I forgot.
That's one of my major problems, one I'm too afraid to go to the doctor for because I'm afraid there's actually no cure for it .
Can't stick to the topic. Dang it . And the worst bit is when people think your trying to change the subject......

Unravellling the under-world of blog-geeks.

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Three words or letters rather , O M G.

Being a kid who grew up playing on the net since the age of six, I always assumed that I knew "all there was to know about the internet" and that "blogging" was just "this new thing that was in all its probability, invented by something like myspace" since that was where I was introduced to the whole idea of blogging.
My first surprise? The fact that this site was created extremely long before.Probably before I was born.
Looking around, I must admit that blogging is pretty cool and, though it's not quite a common thing especially among people my age , I think it's an awesome thing and that I'd like to be a professional blogger (if a thing like that exists) one day and write just like one of those blogs that I now follow. One thing I've noticed is that most blogs , or atleast the ones I've read so far are written by women.Strange then again not so strange. We are after all a hell lot more imaginative but that's just what I think and may not be true at all so no offense okay?

The Lizard Tragedy.

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With summer come many other things, wanted or otherwise.And one of the most unwanted are the creepy crawlies that are sure to creep out and crawl about. These, however, are essential in creating comic episodes around our place as none of us and when I say "none" I mean literally , like not even our mom, can stand them. And though we may bear every other kind with enough dignity and composure what we cannot tolerate at any rate is the notorious "lizard".

Awkward as it may sound, it is an accepted notion in our family that the lizard tribe has made it a point to send a couple of their tribesmen over to our place every summer and so, every year we dread the prospect of having to encounter the evil thing which comes for its annual inspection within the months of June and August without fail.

This year was no exemption but instead of just two of them coming over we've already had to face four ! Four! and it's only the 1st of July! Their visits are in no way ordinary and I must therefore stress upon the chaotic scene which is repetitive for each visit.

Having sighted the beast, the unfortunate member will definitely let out the most piercing scream and begin to run as far away as possible. This reaction coupled with the horrified countenence is in itself sufficient to convey the fact that the "thing" has finally arrived. After enquiring into its whereabouts and its shape and size, my mother and I, with laudable bravery make our way to where all our cleaning agents are placed, all the while eyeing side ways and cunningly aware of the slightest movement. Having armed ourselves with anything useful and that "anything" ranges from bottles of "Vim", "Clorox", and any other cleanining agent and insect spray we make our way towards our target. On having located it we then let our spirits and the nozzles (of the bottles,ofcourse)loose as we spray it and drench the helpless thing until the bottles are almost finished. We get even more frantic at the slightest attempt of the lizard to get away.Then we stand and watch as it slithers helplessly in the vast puddle of mainly clorox until all movement ceases and it is pronounced dead.
Finally, having done our duty we then retire to our daily pursuits, not at all going near the area of the dead until our maid cleans up the place. In the event of our not being successful, our maid is employed with the task of hunting the thing down and killing it which after all is more important than any other kind of work for until that deadly and noble task is accomplished our souls may never be able to rest in peace while we "know" that danger lurks....

P.s though the best way to kill lizards may not be the way "we" do it, it surely helps in getting the job done and I must give clorox all the credit.

The Dawn on Summer 09

The last day of school was like any other. I decided not to go to the party marking the end of the year. Why? Because I wanted to sleep it out. I mean you haven't really slept for the past few weeks what with exams and all and the only rational thing to do after all that work load is to well..sleep not that I don't like partying or anything mind you but that's exactly how I see it. Besides, there were tonnes of parties after that too so it's not like I missed out on alot.

Anyway. Once we got into the whole sleep-at-around-3 am- and wake up- at-5 -in-the-evening routine, which is characteristic of any kind of vacation, I realized that I wanted to do something more.More than sleeping that is. . which is to say that I just decided to take up the advice my parents have been giving for I really don't know how many years. That's when I got the idea of blogging.

Having started off with creating notes on the infamous Facebook I realized I needed to interact on a larger scale. And, taking into consideration the fact that I love to write (and talk) I concluded that blogging was my ultimate choice.. Some thing that would keep me busy mentally (because I'd have to think of some thing to write about)and physically (because ultimately,I' m going to have to type it out).

So here I am typing away....looking forward to a bloggy-summer!