Suraiya died today.
For those of you ignorant s.o.b.s who do not know her,Suraiya was an actress cum singer in Pre and pOst independence India. She started singing in the early 1940s and in the period 1948-49 was at her best, with her trio of great hits Badi Bahen, Dillagi and Pyaar Ki jeet, getting Rs. 50.000 per film in those days! She also had an affair with Dev Anand during this time.
Her woes started after 1950, at whicxh point Lata Mangeshkar had come onstage. Along with her breakup with Dev, since her nani (THE BITCH!!) wanted her to marry a Muslim, her professional career started floundering, and even a Mirza Ghalib (1954) could nt salvage it.
She retired after Rustom Sohrab in 1963, which had Vrinda's favourite "Yeh Kaisi Ajab Dastaan Ho Gayi Hai" and lived a secluded life until today.

Hello to all
I'd planned to write about the CBSE Heritage India Quiz, but to write about all of it would be an extremely painful task and I dont quite feel up to it, So I'll just tell all of you about my experience with the Clinic Nurse, and assorted hors d'ouevres about what happened today
See, our school has this woman in the Clinic who is, to put a charitably, a bitch. We needed some white cloth to put on top of the tables and PP (Prema Pandey ma'am, to those of you not knowing her) asked me to get some from the clinic.
So far so good.
So I go to clinic, and ask for 4 sheets, only to be told "Main do sheets se zyaada nahi de sakti hoon". Me and Vrinda Maheshwari (not to be confused with Vrinda Marwah, who chews iron nails and turns into a werewolf at nightfall) beg and pleaded, but to no avail. So we went to Subedarji in iskool and asked him and he allowed us to get two more sheets from the clinic, though not before getting evil look from the daughter (mother, she seemed) of death sitting there.
So we go back to AVH, and PP sees a hideously crumpled sheet and throws a fit and tells us to get it changed IMMEDIATELY, because on no account would Mrs. C. stand for it. Now I am the one chosen for this task, and when PP says something yours is not to reason why, yours is but to do and meet the Clinic Incharge, which is a fate much worse than death.
I go down again, shaking in my shoes and tell THE BITCH!!! "Ma'am, Chona Ma'am ko yeh achha nahi lag raha hai, woh keh rahein hai ke crumpled hai"
Evil Bitch looks at me as though I'd indecently propositioned her, and goes "Unko kaho apne ghar se le aaye"
Now I would have loved this comment from some other person, but the woman from hell was seriously annoying the Fuck out of me, and I was scared lest I tell her what a bitch she really is, so I decided to shut up and look pleadingly at her until she gave way.
After 10 minutes, she did.
Then we also had to wrestle with big board, but since I cannot talk about that without weeping copiously, I shall not talk about it.
The Quiz went off well, and later we got Pakodas and Samosas and sandwiches and Barfi, so I can safely say that there is a god, and that he loves me.

Nazneen was annoyed with me for having refused to help her with her psychology project, so I had to spend hours trying to manaofy her, but in which I did finally succeed. Yus!
That was about all.
Buh Bye then

A few facts about certain people who'll be referred to about once every blog-
1- Nisheeth (NieShit) (As Gays Blood Fist)- Nisheeth had the supreme good fortune to sit with me last year, and now he is sitting with Karan Misra. Lord, how art the mighty fallen!. He is fat, prone to emitting trouser-tearing gusts of wind(No, I'm serious, this did happen.) and is given to eating Kheer with Ketchup. Why wait to puke when you can taste it aise hi? One of the weirdest people I have had the good fortune to know.
2- Bhavya- (Da Deep One)- To one of my wondrous capabilities of perversion, The name "Da Deep One" suggests wondrous possibilities. Bhavya is perpetually happy bastard, which is rather a pain to those less fortunate-than-him. He is prone to sudden desires, specially for, ahem, Vrinda's balls, which he managed to lose in the library. Mr. Khanna also believes in having special mealtimes,solely devoted to petpooja, and woe betide anyone who calls him up from 1-2 and 8-9.
3- Prateek (PC)- Prateek, along with Bhavya, is one of the props of our Quijj team, and has almost as many accidents and sundry siyapas as me, not least being Hairy Sonali Bajaj (Parjaiji) and a recent knee-break.While things happen to me, he asks for them. Mr. Chadha is also notoriously mean, financially as well as nastily, though I must say that Prateek did give treat on Wednesday,and he is blessed with Debbie Aunty as a mother, who is one of the best cooks in the world.
4- Gyan- Gyan is still one of my better friends, which proves the truth of friendship being thicker than love.
5- Nazneen- Hai Nazneen. My inamorata for the better part of class XI, who thinks I am nice,kind, sweet and decent one moment and nasty, bad, wicked, horrible the other. Remarkable inconsistency, but nice girl. with lovely Vindalloo and Dhansaak made at house. Has promised to go out with me sometime.
6-Aadisht Khanna- Bhavya da vadda praa, who lives in Saada Patiala where he is presently studying Engineering (barf), and gorging on Pinnis (Drool). He has site (www.aadisht.net) where he has interesting blog. A must-read.
7-Dr. Mrs. Chona, our esteemed principal. Ma'am is Ma'am. Heil Ma'am!

Methinks that's about enough people to introduce to you. More shall come as time passes
Buh Bye then

Well Well Well, Look who's the new blogger?!
Tis true, sires. I too have decided to jump on the bandwagon and start a blog of my own. After Aadisht, Bhavya and Nisheeth, now, it's my turn
First, a few words about myself
Manav Kapur (for such is my name) is an extremely smart, handsome and dashing young gentleman who has a gaggle of girls constantly around him. Known as 'The Brain" to all those who know him, he is constantly asked by his friends how he manages to be so hot, chaahming and intelligent at the same time.

Yeah right, Manav, you wish. In your dreams, hon

Now, the truth
Manav Kapur (for such IS my name) is a boy whose looks have been charitably described as "Er...weird" by some and "Manav? ewablackk!" by sundry others(Most of whom includes my friends, for whom charity does not seem to be an essential virtue). A gaggle of girls has been with moi at times, but well, not, certainly for my looks, nor for my personality which falls short of being winning. Perversion, thy name is Manav.
The 'the brain' bit? Well, history maybe. In all other matters, Iam referred to as "Da Lunatic", for obvious reasons, as you will find after you get to know me.
So follow me, gentle reader, through a day-by-day view of the viscissitudes of my life.