Saturday, December 26, 2015

Winter vacation, big hero ...

It’s been a week into the winter vacation, and I have one more left.

Dad makes it a point to wake me up every morning. Switching on the lights and creating all kinds of noise is the new way of making me roll off my bed and walk sleepily with my eyes closed.

I still can’t believe 2015 is just a few days away from being over. I feel this year ended waaayyyy too quickly.

There are so many things that happen at the beginning of every new year. It’s like tradition- I will write 2015 on my notebook next year, then realize what I did, and try to convert the 5 into a 6.

Then when I start 10th grade, I will write IX-B, realize what I did, and cross the extra line out.

Then, I will tell everyone I study in ninth grade, catch myself, and say tenth.

I watched “Big Hero 6” a few days back. I had missed almost every opportunity I had to see it till then, so, I felt triumphant at the end.

“Big Hero 6” is one of the many movies where it is absolutely embarrassing to tell anyone you haven’t seen it, because it is famous enough for everyone to know its name or have seen it at least twice. Others include “Despicable me”, “Madagascar”, “Ice Age” et cetera et cetera.

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

My sports career

This week has been a very busy one.

On Sunday the juniors had their drill in advance for sports day, Monday and Tuesday were Sports Days, Wednesday (I stayed at home and slept till 11) was the talent show…..

It’s been the most exciting week by far. And guess what? Starting this Sunday, we have two weeks of winter holidays. Holidays, in my opinion, is the best word in the English dictionary. (Well, second best. Food comes first. Exam comes last).

Anyway, we had our march past yesterday. After winning the last year’s competition, I was hoping the same would happen this year as well, so I stepped in.

There was a long queue of students trying out for the march past. But it was mostly the students who got selected last year that were selected this year. Mainly because no one could master the perfection of marching as we could (I discovered marching for a few days sticks for a long time. Even after the march past competition was over last year, I marched everywhere without realizing it.)

My house, Tabuk, didn’t practice much this year. But Hijaz house was doing pretty well. We were actually beginning to get worried, even though everyone asked us not to do like this during the competition (They meant it in a good way. Well, good for us, not for them).

We really wanted to win this year. So we implanted in ourselves the spirit of sportsmanship and marched. Get this- we actually won. This is a real-life experience that proves if you want something, just wish for it and you will get it.

I have never been good at sports (other than badminton). The last time I was selected for Sports Day for something other than March past was five years back for Balancing the Book. And yes, it is exactly like how it sounds- the first person to cross the finish line without dropping their book while balancing it on their head, wins.

I was the third person to drop my book.

Then I was a substitute the next year for Bouncing the Ball (first person to cross the finish line while dribbling the ball without losing it wins).

This is the sad story of my sports-lacking life. But then, huzzah! Badminton saved the day. Now I can actually do something in P.E. period.

Of course, due to me being tall, everyone assumes I am good in basketball and excellent in long jump. The sad truth being a big, fat, NO.

This is why, whenever someone sadly admits that they are horrible in sports, I say “I know how you feel, pal” and pat them on their back.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Looking for Nando's in Riyadh?

Update: Great news! Nando's has finally come to Riyadh!

It’s not Nando's, but it’s the next best thing- Veri Peri Portuguese Grill!

Dear readers, you know the passionate love for the restaurant ‘Nandos’ that my family and I hold ever since we tried it for the first time in London when I was six  years old.  After we reached Riyadh, Mom searched the Internet for Nandos. No luck. Nandos didn’t exist in Riyadh.

But then BAM! 6 months back, Veri- Peri Portuguese Grill started itself about a mile away from our home. We tried it out for the first time today. Can I just say it was TAS-TY.  And it’s already popular. The restaurant was teeming with people when we got there.

Just like the menu said, the chicken was juicy and had our favorite Peri-Peri sauce.  The chicken is soaked overnight with the sauce which is why it’s so delicious.

If you are a Nando's lover living in Riyadh (hi-five), this is the place for YOU.

Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Rainy Week

Finally, finally, my FA-3 exams got over. It felt like I’d been having them for a year.

Last week was a rainy week. After the first two exams, everyone was texting each other of how there was a 99.9% chance of there being a holiday the next day. Our class Whatsapp groups were the most active. Where normal people would wish for the rain to stop, everyone in Riyadh was begging for a thunderstorm, some lightning, hailstones, or any other freakish weather phenomena, just to stay home from school.

Some people had contacts with teachers as well, so they were kind enough to keep us updated.

“Hey guys! Our math teacher just told me that we have a holiday tomorrow! Wheee!!!”

“Really, are you sure?!!!”

Then a screenshot of the conversation would be sent, and everyone would change their Whatsapp status to something regarding the blessing of the rain.

An hour later, the principal’s message would reach our phones, and that would be circulated around the Internet.

This happened for two days. On the third day, the message was;

Schools are declared closed due to heavy rain in Al- Kharj and Qassim. Rest of Riyadh, go pack your school bags.

I had never read a more depressing message in my entire life. 

Friday, October 30, 2015

A day as a classroom monitor

‘Excuse me; can I go to the toilet?’  A third-grader asked me. I nodded my head and he left the classroom.

I was watching over the boys’ class of 3 C, as to the request of one of my teachers. I had already done this sort of thing few times before, so it was nothing new to me.  

Usually, I’d drag one of my friends along, but this time it was just me. This was fun actually; all I had to do was stand there and watch the kids, interfere if there was any problem, occasionally raise my voice and tell them to sit down and lower the volume, threaten to call the teacher if they still wouldn’t settle down.

Of course, childhood memories never leave us either. When you look around and see small kids crying for the littlest of things, or fighting with someone else because one guy called the other a fool and that was one of the biggest, meanest words that the child has ever heard, you’ll finally understand how annoying you might have been at their age.

I can still remember, when, a few years back, due to my half-yearly exams ending early each day, I had to travel with a bus-load of younger kids back home (kindergartners get to go home early, it’s one of the perks of being young).  All the kids made it a point to sing every known nursery rhyme in the universe, until my ears were giving dangerous signs to almost exploding. Some were jumping up and down on the seats, some were screaming inside my ear, and I was a complete train wreck.

Back to the situation at hand, everything was actually going well. I had gotten the sudden brainwave to make two children the monitors so that I could relax. The reason for this brilliant idea was because all children like being the monitors. What better way to boss people around? When we were young, my friends and I would kill to become monitor for a day. Now, we would die in misery if we were given any such job. It’s a good thing the monitor practice ends at the sixth grade.

Of course, the two boys I made monitors took their jobs very seriously. One guy took his notebook and pen out and jotted down names of whomever he caught opening their mouth, while the other did the yelling. My job was really becoming easier. I was about to relax when someone called out for me. “He called me a bad word!” he said, pointing a finger at the accused, who was glaring back at him. “He said that I am not a human being and that I have no sense!” .Then the accused said “Well, he copied my idea!” and the two of them started bickering. I left it to one of the monitors to straighten it all out, so that I could command some kids to go back to their seats.

I can say for certain that boys are easier to handle than girls (surprisingly, I always thought it was the other way around. Guess not.) Girls make it a point to cause a certain ruckus that would only give the intense desire to strangle someone.

Anyway, I felt I had been here for way too long, and things would start getting out of hand if I stayed longer. A teacher/ monitor/invigilator/random-person-sent-to-look-after-a-class is liked only if they stay the required time and leaves the minute the school bell rings, which, till now, I had not heard.

I poked my head out the door and asked a passing girl if the bell had rung. She said yes, so I left the class. I’d played my part and now it was the teacher’s turn to straighten out whatever problems the children (or possibly I) had created.

Monday, August 17, 2015

Movie Time

 I watched a total of four movies in India this time- ‘Inside-Out’, ‘Jurassic World’, ‘Premam’ and ‘Ant-Man’.  They were amazing. But one notable mention is ‘Jurassic World’, which kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time. I hope one more movie comes out! I have watched all the ‘Jurassic’ movies and they get better every time! Raaawwrrrr!!!

What I like about them the most is the suspense. One minute you give out a sigh of relief, next minute you’ll be screaming, and running like Usain Bolt from a hungry dino! Woo-hoo!

Except ‘Premam’, I watched all the movies with Kunjunni and Kunji chechi, so it was double the fun. Kunjunni really wanted to see ‘Ant-Man’. But all I could say was ‘Seriously? Ant-Man?’

“It has a high rating.”

“It’s going to be lame.”

“You can decide that after the movie’’.

In the end, I loved it. I declared that while we were leaving the theater and got a smug look in return, plus, an ‘I told you so.’ In fact, if there is a sequel, I’d probably be the first one to watch it.

Minions” was a miss though. We didn’t get time to see it. But according to the reviews I’ve read so far, everyone said it was quite disappointing.

Before ‘Inside-Out’ was previewed a short musical called ‘I lava you’ was shown, in which a volcano finds true love. It was really sweet and funny.

The advertisements in a theater are pretty annoying. And after them comes the trailers. I was slightly, okay, a LOT terrified that they would show the trailer of ‘Insidious- Chapter 3’ as well, because of my never-ending fear of horror movies. I probably have a phobia called horror-movie-phobia or something because the slightest of creepiness is enough to send a shiver down my spine and give me several restless nights along with a fear of mirrors.

Kunjunni and Kunji chechi along with their parents had gone to see it before we arrived in India. Kunjunni described everything to me.

“Kunji chechi and Mom had their eyes closed and their fingers plugged in their ears the whole time. Mom was telling Dad ‘Okay this is enough, let’s go home, let’s get out, let’s go, let’s go.’ I think only me and Dad actually watched the full movie. You should have seen their faces!”

Kunjunni and I may be of the same age, but we have several differences between us, one of them being me be terrified while watching a horror movie, him just watching it without giving the slightest hint of being scared. Like the time we watched ‘Orphan’. I was creeped out, but he watched the entire movie without a blink. Though the thing is, if I wasn’t so scared of them, I would really enjoy watching them. Somehow, I am really interested in horror, and that can also be the reason I read countless scary movie plots. Chandana shares this interest as well, and that’s why she’s always happy to listen to me about a horror movie.

Nanditha, on the other hand, gets scared as well, but is always ready to watch one. This just shows you how many types of people are there in the world.

I have no idea about Savithri’s interest though. She and Kunjunni are the two and only cousins I have my age. Kunjunni was born at the ending of December in the year 2000, I on June, 2001 and Savithri two months later. Valyamma likes to refer to it as “the time your grandmother’s blood pressure increased”.

So, I guess everyone has their own horror.

Thursday, August 6, 2015

The Mehandi Designer

Well! Our vacation in India flew past and here I am again!

As usual, vacation was a blast. This was our evening schedule- Kunjunni and Kunjichechi would come over regularly every evening. When it would be time for dinner, Kunji chechi would make a beeline for the kitchen. She would be the one to flip the chapattis for she really loves to cook.

At 8, everyone would make themselves comfortable in the living room. Then we would watch “Sell Me the Answer” until the show ended at 9, which was the time Kunjunni and Kunji Chechi would get shooed away by Granddad to go home. Mom and I would watch them cross the street to their home and then wave to them from our window. Everything went on like this for a few weeks.

When we went shopping for groceries once, I spotted mehandi cones and bought one. I like putting on mehandi and I rarely find good quality cones too, so this was a golden opportunity.

When I had put it on my palm and showed it to Kunjunni, he was intrigued. Kunji chechi asked me to put mehandi on her hand too, and we did while watching ‘’Sell Me the Answer”. Even Kunjunni drew a flower.

The next time as I applied it Kunjunni watched me. He sighed “I want to put on mehandi too, but I can’t. I even like long hair and tying and styling it but I can’t do that either. But what to do, I was born a boy.” I chuckled and went on.

Kunjunni declared one day that his school was holding a mehandi drawing competition at the end of August. The winner would also get a prize. He wanted to go for it. I encouraged him but also warned him it was going to be tough. But he decided it was worth a try. First he had to find someone who would allow him to draw on their hand on the day of the competition.

Well long story short- none of the girls in Kunjunni’s class OR the next class allowed him to. But finally, FINALLY, a guy in his class agreed, and even that was because Kunjunni told him that not only the winner would get the prize but the partner too.

I never really realized he liked this so much, but soon he had decorated Grandma’s and Mom’s hand. Kunji chechi and Valyamma said ‘no way’ even before he could ask.

After Kunjunni signed up, most of the other guys decided to go too. Some were thinking of doing Batman or Spiderman designs. I raised my eyebrows at that one.

Three- quarters of the girls joined too. It’s tough competition.

‘’You know, a person has only two hands. And not everyone is going to allow you. Plus you are going to need a lot of practice. So where are you going to draw the next time?” I pointed out while he decorated the back of Mom’s hand. “I’m going to have to stick with paper.” He said grimly.

The school had originally planned a face-painting competition, and then later changed it to mehandi designing. Probably good too, because if everyone was reluctant to offer a palm, a face would be out of the question. “Plus nobody has a smooth face” Kunjunni said. “Except you”, Kunji chechi snorted. “You haven’t grown a mustache yet.” Kunjunni glared.

Friday, June 26, 2015

Summer of 2015

Phew! So the FA-2 exams are finally over! The last exam was yesterday. Now, its officially time for summer vacation. Mom and I are going to India tonight and Dad’s coming later.

Last week was really hectic so I’m looking forward towards the vacation. Kunjunni has already taken leave from school so that he can greet us at the airport. Kunjichechi’s first year at college starts in August, and since she was not able to spend much time with us last year due to studies, this time she plans to  be at our home 24/7. My grandparents are eagerly waiting for us as well. So it’s clear everyone is excited.

We’ll reach tomorrow morning at 9. That’s always what I like; reaching India in the morning. You can start off with the new day instead of the time when you reach there at night, and everyone nags you to go to bed even though you are not sleepy and want to do something else. 

Nanditha’s plane was today too, only hers was at noon and mine’s late night. Her flight had got postponed and rescheduled twice, so me and Chandana were soon teasing her. ‘The plane probably doesn’t want you as a passenger.’ Then we did a high-pitched version of the crew ‘OMG! Nanditha is coming too??!! Cancel the flight! Cancel the flight!’

Nanditha was disappointed when she found out we were both going on the same day but with different timings, so we would not be able to somehow bump into each other at the airport. She told everyone when standing near me ‘We are going on the same day, but this fool is going at night and me at noon’. So everyone would be like ‘Aww….. that’s too bad.’ And to other people but in same situations, I would say ‘We are going on the same day, but this idiot is going at noon and I am going at night.’ Same audience reaction, same glaring and staring competition between me and Nandu.

Nothing more better than fighting with your best friends. Chandana, Nanditha and I have debates on a few topics sometimes, but we are never serious. Its kind of like a laughing debate, since we constantly laugh. Usually its two against one in any combination, for example, when Nandu and I together irritate Chandu a few times when she tries to get a nap during free periods when there is nothing else to do, or when Chandana and I try to calculate how annoying Nanditha can get.

Our nicknames kind of rhyme too – Janu, Chandu and Nandu. We usually call and are called by our nicknames.

Anyways, see ya after the vaca!!!!!

Friday, June 12, 2015

Heidelberg Diary (Heidelberg Tagebuch)

Oookayyy, it’s been a pretty long time since I have posted anything and sorry for that. 9th grade has been taking control of my life so I have barely time to breathe.

 Heidelberg looks straight out of a Disney movie. An old castle, river, vintage  bridge, scenic hills, churches,  paved streets - everything together added up to its beauty. I was pretty sure this was the ultimate place for all poets of the world. 

We stayed at Goldener Falke. It was right in front of a square with several shops and cafés, and a fountain with a statue of Hercules on top.

The hotel was interesting and cool. There was a majestic view of castle outside the window. After getting refreshed and having our breakfast, we set out to explore Heidelberg.

Our hotel was very close to the Heidelberg castle. We could see the castle from anywhere. I soon noticed that we had no trouble finding our hotel and that it was in the perfect spot. Somehow we always wound up in front of it. We felt like Ferdinand Magellan.

I also observed that the pigeons were really tame, I mean, in India you don’t have to go 3 feet near a pigeon to scare it but this was different. One pigeon pecked some bread crumb near my foot, and it didn’t even flinch when I shook my foot.

Dad took plenty of pictures. PLENTY. Even if I get annoyed for posing several times, looking at the photos later is always fun. So we posed every 3 seconds. I fought for the camera and took random photos of the river, hills and street. My parents complained ‘That’s why we have Google images.’

The days began to fly past. We went to several places, one such being the Philosopher’s walk. Man, we walked!

It would also be an insult to forget the darling Bridge Monkey. Mom made me pose next to it several times for photos and touch its mirror and the mouse beside it because apparently, it was a belief that you would be able to come back to Heidelberg if you did. In fact, we took so many pictures and touched the mirror so many times, I was sure the next time I would go to Heidelberg because of the Bridge Monkey, it would say ‘Duh’. 

The Heidelberg castle was also the home to the world’s largest wine barrel. When we went to see it, we first saw a wine barrel. It was pretty huge, so we took several pictures. Then we went inside to the other room, where I took the opportunity to name the first barrel ‘Barrel Jr.’ Because this barrel was HUMONGOUS. Dad was pretty grumpy because he had thought the other barrel was the one and he had stood and bent and squat everywhere to take the perfect picture of us next to it.

We also were able to witness the marathon which took place once every year. It was right outside our hotel. We were having breakfast when we saw several people running past the window. It was really cool. Everyone was really into it. People of all ages were participants. 70-year-olds ran with the agility of a 20-year-old.

On the Old Bridge, thanks to Percy Jackson series and Heroes of Olympus series, I had a lot of interest in trying to identify the statues since I know all about the Greek gods and goddesses. I was able to successfully identify Minerva, Roman goddess of war, in several ways.

We enjoyed sitting outside at café’s, sipping coffee and watching everything going on during the evening. Our square was perfect, with several restaurants, cafes and souvenir shops. Our favorite restaurant was a Vietnamese one. Three words- BEST. FOOD. EVER!!!

Saturday, May 9, 2015

German Diary (Deutsch Tagebuch)

I put down my headphones and observed everyone around me. Mom was sleeping with her mouth open and Dad was nodding off.  I had just watched ‘Night of the Museum 3’ on the TV in front of me, and I gotta admit, it was kinda lame compared to the first two movies.

As the plane touched down, I quickly put in my earplugs and felt the pressure on my ears. I looked out of the window and saw Germany’s surface. Mom, who was now awake (and had quickly closed her mouth) looked out with me.

Dad’s project had won an award from SAP and the award ceremony was to take place at Walldorf.  So Mom and I came too and we decided to stay in Heidelberg for 5 days.

As we neared the exit of Frankfurt airport, I saw someone holding my name. Boy, was I surprised! I mean I have seen plenty of people do that, but for me…… awesome!

Germany was amazing; in fact it was beautiful. It’s like how you see in those movies; lush green trees on both sides and then later endless green fields stretching on and of course the large hills at the back. The scenery was so relaxing, it was so cool inside the car, the seat was so soft, it was so peaceful, must not fall asleep, must not……..ZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz.  

Friday, April 3, 2015

New year, new friends ...

Hi everyone! School reopened on the first of April after 2 weeks of fun-filled holidays. Now it’s back to school.

My classmates and I are now officially in 9th grade!

Both the ninth grade girl’s sections have been combined to form one section, 9B. So in the morning, when I reached class, I found everyone sitting separately; former 9D (my classmates) in a row, the other girls in another row. So our now-class teacher, Namrata Ma’am said that she will have to shuffle us in order to make us ‘mingle’.

Namrata ma’am is pretty and fun, and she taught us social studies last year, so we already know her well.

We did not receive our books on the first day. The day of receiving books is always torture.   It involves carrying a set of heavy books in your bag, and another 2 books in your hands(for the fear that the school bag will tear open), and walking down 2 floors of stairs to the ground floor, and trying to find your bus in the sizzling heat.

After that, at home Moms are on heavy duty as they need to massage their children’s shoulders.

The second day of school, a.k.a yesterday, was a holiday because of the heavy sandstorm the night before. It was so strong, you couldn’t see 2 feet in front of you. When Dad came in that night, his hair actually looked gray to me. I was already thinking how much he had aged until he took a shower and came back with his hair its normal color.

After the holiday is the weekend. So we get to stay 3 days at home with no studies. Again!

Sunday, March 22, 2015

Swimming at Al Manahil

Are you itching to turn on the AC?

Do you need a break from the sun?

Are you getting a tan INSIDE the house?

Not to worry! Al Manahil Fitness centre is the place for YOU!

Here we are provided with all facilities for those who wish to become thinner, lighter, muscular and healthier! And also, to break away from the heat and sweat, go for a jump, a dive and a swim in the pool.

This is the place I went to yesterday since I was dying for a swim. The blue of the water blinded me and the place itself made me stand in awe. It’s a really lively place, only for women though.

I usually go during the vacation. I learned swimming in the second grade and take every opportunity to swim.

I had trouble swimming the first few laps, but after that, it was a breeze.

In the shallow part of the pool, there was a swimming class going on for the little kids.

Dad waited outside till we were done. I was starving, so we went to get a few bits to eat.  

Friday, March 20, 2015

Weekend party at Rabia's home

Last night was a night of fun.

Rabia held a party at her home and about 8 of us were able to attend. 

Technically, Rabia’s mom is our biology teacher, Ayesha ma’am. And since whenever we go to parties we always say ‘aunty’, it was kind of confusing. Rakshanda suggested ‘Manty’ (Ma’am+Aunty) but that wasn’t going to fly.

We had soup as a starter, pizza as dinner and Baskin-Robbins as dessert. When it comes to ice-cream, BR rules.

We joked around for a while, listening to music and texting the others who hadn’t been able to come by trying to make them feel guilty for not coming. It wasn’t hard.

Time seemed to fly by. Chandana and I had to leave at 9:30 and we couldn’t believe our eyes when we saw the clock. We requested our parents to come at 10:00 instead. Dad sounded grumpy but was fine with it.

Overall, we had a lot of fun, and it was nice to spend some time together. Especially, since we still had more than a week of holidays left and a lot more fun to look forward to.

Monday, March 16, 2015

Goodbye, Grade VIII

Since the term-ending exams are over, its goodbye grade 8, and he-llo grade 9!

We had a class party and we got all our marks today. Now, it’s 2 weeks of undisturbed holidays.

The class party was awesome and we feasted on cupcakes, pizza, donuts, pakodas, garlic bread, noodles, chicken sandwiches, kheer and cinnamon rolls. Rakshanda shook the Pepsi bottle, and when she removed the cap, she got sprayed.

This morning, when I was on the stairs, I met our library teacher, Yamuna ma’am. She asked me to meet her in the library after a few minutes. When I did she handed me something in gift wrapping. On opening it in class, we found that it was a really pretty purse. I had donated 100+ books to the library this year.

We all felt that 8th grade had gone way too quickly, but it was also one of our best school years. It was hard to believe one full year had gone by. Now again, new teachers, new books, new friends. Especially when we heard the fact that there would not be a 9-D, only a 9-B since both classes were getting joined to form one.

I had bought delicious cupcakes for the party from ‘Yummy Tummy’, a shop for anyone with an extremely sweet tooth. Everyone loved it.

Friday, February 20, 2015

The Disneyland Experience

The exciting Paris tour ends with a final stop at Disneyland!

Fasten your seat-belts, ’cause you are going on the ride of a lifetime!

Let’s go to the Walt Disney Studios Park, where there are only few rides but many theatres. In one theatre they even show you the birth of a character (Hi Mushu!).

Go have a look at Cinemagique, where the characters come to life.

Don’t miss the tram tour where you can see some artifacts from movies, experience an earthquake and see movie sets (Please keep your arms and legs inside the tram at all times).

Scream as much as you can in Monster’s University.

There are more stuff you can go to but the line’s too long so keep moving and reach the Disneyland Park.

Disneyland Park has plenty of rides for you. The famous Sleeping Beauty castle slowly comes in view as you walk in awe.

First let’s introduce you to a ride where you can learn about Pinocchio’s life (No flash photography allowed). Meet Pinocchio, the star of the story (Duh!), his father, who loves him a lot, and the hologram angel who can make him a real boy with a flick of her wand.

Then let’s go on for the Pirates of Caribbean ride (Dad says - Have AAAAHHHHH!!!!! nice time). Warning- Guests may will get splashed.

Next, don’t hesitate to go on a sp-o-o-ky ride at ‘The Phantom Manor’. Bwa ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha! (That was the evil laugh).

A relaxing cruise may help you calm down your nerves as you watch the riders at the rollercoaster scream their lungs out.

There are few more things left, but some are for small kids, others are bigger rides.

Have a churro, have one more and then a third (definitely savior of humanity), and take the train to go back to Paris.

We hope you had a lovely time with Janaki Nair: The Disneyland Experience. Come back soon! 

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

2 Pizza Parties

The First Pizza Party (FPP)-

Status- Feeling frenzy, feeding frenzy

Host/Hostess- My good friend, Linda

Message for Linda- My dear friend……..I just wanted to tell you that, *feeling emotional* you threw a party that mainly consisted of my favorite food, pizza, *sob* and I am so sorry. I was the culprit. I ate 3 slices of the pepperoni pizza that there was barely any left. I am so sorry!

Linda threw a pizza party at Pizza Hut. She was working hard to get everyone what they wanted and for that I just love her. It was an open table, so 12 of us were chatting so loudly and so much that the manager had to shush us once. Twice. Thrice. Then through gritted teeth, he kicked us out of the dining area after we were done and told us to ‘sit quietly’ in the waiting area.

But luckily that was AFTER we took tons of pictures on our phones, went to the bathroom to take selfies, ate too much, sat in the next empty booth and took a new round of selfies, and drove the other customers crazy.

The experience of it was just too fun. And since we were all together and having a good time, the fun doubled!

Second Pizza Party (SPP)

Status- Elsa, Anna and me

Host/Hostess- Aamna the Great

Message- Loved the party games Aamna! Unfortunately I didn’t win any of them! :-(

I also hate my dear friend Chandana. For winning 3 games (or was it 4???!!!!). Out of 5. And making a tie with me and Rakshanda in the last game. And still winning it. (GRRR!!!)

Aamna’s party theme was on the movie ‘Frozen’. We had a ‘Frozen’ dress code and a ‘Frozen’ party game.

Aamna looked beautiful in her dress. She had 5 party games. In the 4th one, she would spray snow-spray on us continuously while dropping balloons and balls on the floor at the same time. Whoever grabbed the most balloons and balls won. I was robbed after some of mine fell down.

Thank you for the parties, my friends. You have made every moment more special for me. Let us always celebrate with pizzas in mind. 

Thursday, January 29, 2015

Walking-Talking Wikipedia Mom

Mom was extremely excited about going to France and she had spent lot of days finding information and must-sees. We prepared a long list before going, so that every day went according to schedule. A day at Disneyland. A day of bus-tour. A day at the Palace of Versailles. More and more.

The day we went to the museum we took a cab. Dad said ‘Louvre musee’ in 50 different ways ( Loove museum? Lure museum? Loovi museum???!! No?!)  till the driver got hold of the idea. He dropped us off right in front of it.

Inside, there were hundreds of paintings, even on the ceiling and many sculptures. We stared in awe and went in the direction of the most famous exhibit- the Mona Lisa.

The ‘Mona Lisa’ was tiny compared to other paintings but half of the tourists in the museum were pushing and fighting their way through to see it. Most of them ignored the others.

When we got outside, it was really cold and we thought about taking the bus tour.

We had to go on a BigBus so as we wondered where the bus station was, Ta-Da! A BigBus came and stopped in front of us. Mom practically ran towards it. So we had to run behind her as well.  That’s when we actually saw that the bus was waiting at a traffic signal. Oops.

It was a good thing we kept a separate day for the Palace of Versailles. According to our walking-talking Wikipedia a.k.a Mom, it was really big, which was an understatement. It was massive and full of elegance and splendor.

Sunday, January 25, 2015

'Atomics' by Rock Star Nara

Rock Star Nara returns! This time he’s not alone, but also with 4 of his trusty friends! Together they form the super cool, advanced band ‘Atomics’!

RockStar Nara is increasingly becoming popular at school, and now he is also famous for his band. He has plenty of fans swooning for him day and night!

For you fans out there, here’s your favorite band preparing for their next show.

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Crêperies and Sausages

During our stay at Paris, we stayed at Novotel Tour Eiffel Hotel, which was less than a kilometer from the Eiffel tower. Every day started with a glimpse of Eiffel tower.

On our first day, when we were on our way to see the tower, and Mom was ‘oohing’ and ‘aahing’ at everything, Dad’s sensitive nose sniffed a dog. A hot dog, in fact.

The street food of Paris is great, and Dad got attracted to them like a fly to a light bulb.

We tried a crepe, which was nutella spread on a pancake, only that the pancake was pretty thin and on our choice, they would chop bananas or strawberries and keep them inside too. On our first try, we only bought one, so Dad and I got a molecule and Mom devoured the rest. No wonder experience is a difficult teacher.

When we went to the Louvre museum, it was drizzling and strong cold winds kept slapping us in the face. Dad and I ran for shelter while Mom stood there in the open and wrestled with our umbrella. I called ‘Mom! Stop trying to open it and run already!’ But Mom just stood there yelling our names and trying not to let it fly out of her hands.

In the end, as we dumped our broken umbrella inside the dustbin, we couldn’t help but stare at the dozens of other broken umbrellas inside. As we passed a couple wrestling an umbrella, I thought silently, You are the next victim.

Sunday, January 4, 2015

Journal de Paris

Hello! Did you miss me? I went on a trip to …..(drum roll please)……Paris!

The three of us had been wanting to go there for a long time. Especially Mom. So this winter vacation, we stayed there for 9 fun days.

Let me just say that if my French pronunciation is rusty, it’s Mom’s fault. She said Les Invalides the way we say invalid with ‘s’ at the end and pronounces Les as ‘less’. She said a lot of words that way and got annoyed when I corrected her. 

I had bought a small French book with a lot of the basic words in it, so I practiced my Bonjour, Merci and s'il vous plait. Unfortunately, I did not get the chance to use them, but Dad did after learning from me.

The highlight of our trip was when we went to Disneyland on our last day. When we went on the Pirates of Caribbean ride, our boat went downhill fast and the camera flashed in front of us. We were right in the front seat with about 10 people behind us in the other seats. In the photo, Dad’s eyes were wide and his mouth was open and he looked terrified. I could not stop myself from laughing out loud, and could not prevent giggling when I thought of it framed on the wall as a family photo. Mom tried to not laugh too, unsuccessfully.

We reached home 6 AM today, and I was pretty much nodding off already. I usually don’t sleep at a stretch in airports or planes, I just sleep whenever I get the chance. Having a TV with some good movies in it pretty much kills my chance of sleeping on the plane.

My journey to Paris shall be discussed more in the other posts, because now I am sleepy.

Bonne année - Happy New Year!