HELL I DID IT !!!!!!!

SO here it is.

Wait for it.

Here it comes.

I GOT A BOY CUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! WWWOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Man! I feel good.( GREAT )

The thing is .......I've always wanted one. LIKE ALWAYS ( Since the first time i saw Winona Ryder and then Aggyness Deyn, Audrey Tautou , more recently Rihanna and Lily Allen ).

Just that..................

well.........................

I've never had the courage.

Yeah ....... im a disgrace to my caste of brave people.

But recently ive been asking myself .... what is it that has been stoping me from chopping my hair off ???

I mean it looks punk/cool, and if it does not look so good on me its bound to grow again right??

Is it the fear of a haircut turning into the biggest disaster ever?

The never ending voices asking me 'Why?' ( i don't owe anyone an explanation for things i want to do with all my heart)

Being teased about being a boy???

Not satisfying the qualifications for the so called 'hot girls' group ( i've very recently learned that only girls with long hair are hot )

Bhatia and her agonizing screams whenever i even come remotely close to suggesting a haircut let alone a boy cut.

But then at the bottom of my heart don't really care about any reasons.........BECAUSE WHEN I WANT SOMETHING, I WANT IT.

So today i was happy, and basically in a hair cut mood.

!Bam! I go ... get an appointment ...... tell my mom to accompany me for moral support( i know, shitty )

And then i start feeling like its the wrongest decision i could have possibly made........ill end up ugly ( im no super model) ..... but i keep myself occupied with unimportant things.

Im FREAKING OUT in the car. WHAT AM I DOING????? MY BEAUTIFUL HAIR !!!!!! STOP THE CAR ! STOP THE CAR !

but i tell myself to count the number of females with long hair outside the window............and successfully count a staggering 107 from Sector 50 red light to Sector 18.

No. of boy cuts on girls-0.

Suddenly excited again i go to that parlor and tell him to do give me a messy boy cut.

He looks at me like i'm mad.

So i explain to him in minute detail..... that i wont be happy with anything but a boy cut....so he makes a lot of faces ..... tells my mom a lot of hair crap.......and cuts my hair with a grumpy face.

DUDE !!! you're not helping !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But when it ends ( its not exactly messy )..... i feel........ FREE!!! and light( god i feel weightless) and strong!! and cute :? and rock .....hahahaha

So with Iggy Pop playing in the background I'd like to say that this is a slap for any stupid stereotypical feelings left in my body......... to the whole medieval crowd who feel that long is best on girls and to everything and everyone ( no offense to the close people ) that/who was pulling me back.

A FRESH START WITH A FRESH HAIRCUT.

PS - for those who dint believe me ........ :D

LOADS OF LOVE ( AND ROCK AND ROLL )

MEE

PS- My dad is going bonkus !!!!! rebel time !!

Last First Day

I am confused as to what am i supposed to feel today ??

It was my Last First Day of a new class in Amity International School.

And it was overwhelming ....

It started with a 1 - 1.5 km morning walk to Ananda Apartments ( it seemed endless ) to car pool... Ambika's turn today....and guess who i bumped into on the way of my beautiful morning walk(ignoring the fact that Vijay bhaiya was following me) ????

Geeta Maam!!!........ Of course i should have been expecting her waiting for the bus at her stop .... but AH!..... stupid me

" Good Morning Maam " I said with an ear to ear smile.

"Good Morning Meenakshi , you look taller !!! "

What was i supposed to say ? I just smiled more. Then i quickly made some conversation got over the whole thing and walked away really fast.

More endless road...i finally saw the gate ...then i saw Chari ( Thank God i made it!!! {with Vijay bhaiya that is } )

" Morning :) do I look taller to you ?? ( i'm dying to know wether i am any close to Gisele Bundchen )

" Yeah ... you know you sort of do ...... how much do you eat in Patna anyways ??

(HAHA Funny )

Then we call Ambika and Vaishnavi...... reach Amity and get going our ways.......I get through the whole shuffling Drama......( I've had some really bad sections in my life so i don't really care anymore )

and Then i decided to remember 1 quote from each class to share over here....

1. Sunanda ma'am - "SRCC" ( SRCC was mentioned 8 times and so thats all i remember ... shockingly it was mentioned more than Boards) oh and weird hand movements

2.Sneha ma'am - She quoted someone and said - "Results are awarded, Efforts are not."

3.Mridula ma'am- "English this year has no grammar." ( WHAT ??? )

4.Gyaani Sir - "The Bee seems to be interested in Maths." ( when 3 bees were dancing on his head )

5. Shelly...........................

This can't be expressed in a single line.

She asks the whole class wether they want a world tour or they want a luxury car.. and how many want both .......

While majority hands went up ...( well as far as i could see )..i did not raise my hands.

Shelly-"What do you want ??"

Mee - "World Tour"

Shelly-" Why not both ?"

Mee- "I'd rather have a vintage scooter or cycle ." ( Because its fuel efficient and much more of a statement....but like a fool i dint say this )

Shelly-" You are a Kid , you should aim for higher things ....chota socho ge to kaise chale ga ??"

Mee- (in my head) But i don't want a god damn car.

Later when i was talking to Chip she hit me with a chalk.

( LAST FIRST DAY AND I GET ABUSED !!!)

JEEZ

Why were the butterflies missing ??

Was it because its still not confirmed that i have passed maths ??

Why did the teachers try their best to make us fear the coming days??

AND I ALREADY MISS ARCHANA MAAM !!!!!

So there will be many more first days ... but this was our last in school....

and sadly it dint hold much for any of us....

Not for those who were torn apart from their friends.

Not for those who were torn apart from their girlfriends.

Not for those who do not have a single cool soul in their class.

AND CERTAINLY NOT FOR THOSE WHO WERE HIT BY A CHALK.

If im alive in this madness..

Ill be back with some more

Mee

I WISH I WAS A RICH GIRL

Hello everyone :D :D

I don’t feel as happy as I might seem after those two smilies.
I have to write on this laptop which I don’t like .
OH Did I tell you about my Mac PC ( I’m sure you don’t wanna know but I’m going to tell you any way)
You see.…. the PC is fine ….its just the key board.

My servant ( VJ bhaiya ) cleaned it.

With Colin.

That’s right my servant cleaned the keyboard of my Mac PC with Colin.
Now its cleaned of existence.

I know, Shit happens.

So here I am staring at my not so beautiful Windows screen and wondering how come I never noticed how ugly the standard font was.

Oh and then the completely irrelevant fact that I had Maths exam today……whatever I get has to be better than last time ……so why worry ?????

OF COURSE THERE IS REASON TO WORRY !!!!! WHO AM I KIDDIN ????? IF I DON’T GET AN 85 ABOVE ( not possible ) IM SUPPOSED TO GIVE A RETEST !!!!!!

And for icing im getting lectured by my dad because I told him that my Tution maam’s
son got into Stanford. ( BIG FAT MOUTH OF MINE )

Anyways I’ll get to the point.

I WANT INHERITANCE.
Today me and Mansi were reading the paper ( sometimes GT has more to it than it seems ) and we read how Sharukh’s children go around in an Audi 6.
This struck the same familiar Gossip Girl chord……..
Why wasn’t I born with a golden spoon in my mouth ??? (if not golden then silver would have done the job.)

Why wasn’t I born in a family which switched houses in Upper East Side Manhattan,
London , Paris and New Delhi????
A family which gave me a credit card and full freedom to shop at Harrods ???
( OMG Closet full of designer and non designer things { SHOES !!!!!!}…….More over a closet which would be the size of my present room{ which is not asking for too much because trust me , Mariah Carey's wadrobe was as big as my whole house})

Then i could have stared in episodes of The Crib or My super Sweet Sixteen........and behaved bitchy and slutty and got away with it.

Everynight would be party night !!!!!!!!!

I could bribe The Sartorialist with millions of dollars to put me in that list of well dressed females.

Be friends with Aggy D and Christopher Kane.

I'd have perfect hair, bob one day .... rocker long the other.
So that I wouldn’t have to worry about stupid math’s because my admission in an Ivy League ( or New York institute of Fashion ) would be guaranteed because of legacy or references from Madonna and Donatella Versace.

So that i wouldn't have to care about stupid keyboards which could be replaced with brand new Mac’s everyday.
Moreover how is it fair that some people who are just born into such lives don’t even value it and turn into dumb Paris Hiltons.
BIG SIIIGH

Yeah I know all of us want such glittery richness ( Sparkle and shine )………..

but we just have to live the middle class life….with middle class cars….and middle class houses and middle class things……….

But always stay happy about the fact that you were not born in huts besides the roads….pray for the food you get, the education you get and the job that you will get ( and ill pray for my Mac )
Tomorrow is better for everyone.

And if its not all of us die and party in hell :D :D

CIAO
MEE