It has been a while, yes? Close to a year, actually. So I’ve finally decided to wipe off the dust, repaint and begin over. 
A year is a fairly long time.
Here’s what’s changed:
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AIESEC, it has now taken over a fair portion of my life. In a nice way, mind you.
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College – 1 year to graduation, WAHAHAHAAAA! and er..
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Me – I’m a year older, I’ve clearly turned intellectual and have gotten muscle-ier. Ha. Ignore the mere mortals who squish my arm and snort about ‘chappati maavu!’, they’re clearly delusional idiots.
Some things never change.
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Here I am, blogging in the time I should be studying for my Physics practical exam finals. They’re tomorrow. :/
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Study holidays are, once again, proving to be movie marathon time.
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Appreciable vertical growth is still something I can’t boast of.
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Summer has officially begun. Yay and ARGHHH, for different reasons.
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My love for Moo Cows.
I followed one down a road last week. It didn’t seem to like me much though. Pitiful. I therefore meandered into the nearest air-conditioned store and proceeded to seem ridiculously fascinated by the toothbrushes near a vent to save myself before I melted into a squidgepuddle.
While hunting for the paper for my dad this morning, I was greeted by neighbour-child’s telly blaring a nursery rhyme video tape that was going
‘This is the way we go to school go to school, go to school (x2)
Early in the morningggg.’
..and so on, punctuated by her either screeching bloody murder or singing to it. I would obviously have loved to sing along if hadn’t been mentally picturing her pinned to a wall by a spear. Ah well, such is life. When I grow up I shall have children named Tweedledum and Tweedledee I shall have goldfish named Tweedledum and Tweedledee.
which my mother now shares, except in a bit of a maniacally nutter way. Why? Because they dare tresspass upon her oh-so-preshus plants and nibble at the grass she’s been trying to grow on the window ledge since, umm, forever. Because they sneak clandestinely into shoe cupboards and build nests in our sneakers…and are thus clearly violations of all things permissible. This resulted in a fair amount of entertainment for the rest of us, anyway. She drew inspiration from this chap and decided that her ultimate aim in life was to impale the aforementioned birds. How? By embedding tableforks in the grass. Woe, they didn’t fall for it. Hence, mator dearest hatched a magnificent new plan – and thus Operation Disguise Tableforks as Pigeons began. Again, how? Cover tableforks with grey socks and paint on eyes and beaks - ingenious, oui? Surprise! – not. She therefore went back to the old standby, and flew into fits of rage in which she threw stationary or worse from her table out the balcony at them. We live on the 8th floor; I don’t want to know what happened to the poor creatures who wander about our building. The pigeons, however, are thriving, thank you very much. We also think she has potential to be a knife thrower. Not the kind that throws knives at the circus, but the maniac kind. Hoohoo. Naw, it isn’t as bad as it sounds.
I’m really not much better.
When I was 8, I was amazed by ice. Especially the sort that used to matierialise at the back of my then non-frost-free refrigerator. This amazement then turned to amusement when my friend Anirudh and I discovered that we could scrape off this ice, charge to the balcony and catapult bits of it at the people below. We really did think we were doing everyone a favour, making it snow and all. The aunties downstairs didn’t agree though. Neither did the house next door. They also made special effort to make sure we understood this. Kill-joys. We were then forced to turn to more boring things, like soap bubbles and imaginary missiles. Thus, we arrive at the birth of my anti-social tendencies. We’re pretty happy together, these tendencies and I.
I have been inspired to create my next comprehensive list. Wait with bated breath, it comes, shortly shortly. 
My oh-so-kick-ass illustration process is underway.
Ah, and here are ickle bits of life.
This off Vatsa’s blog -here- coz I haven’t taken the lot from Sofie yet. Cast & Crew of Karma, a short film that Amith wrote & directed
This is Milka, my cow. She squirts multicoloured milk and carries my crayons.
Early morning beaching last week.
Oh, and I got my name analysed here.
Your first name of Gayatri has given you a friendly, likeable nature, and you could excel in artistic and musical expression. Your emotional feelings are easily aroused and you will always be involved in other people’s problems as a result of your overly sympathetic nature. You have many disappointments because of extending a helping hand to others in need, and then not receiving any acknowledgement or reciprocation for your generosity. After each experience, you have to guard against feelings of despondency and self-pity. You have high goals and ideals, but must incorporate more practicality, system, and concentration in order to materialize them.
So now I shall exhibit my overly sympathetic nature and sob hysterically for all your souls while wallowing in self-pity. Or perhaps I shall attempt to study in the hope that I may do something in life besides improve alien bumsuits. Krkr to you until next time.
Gaya
