Rabid Rooster, Malicious Microwave and Totally Terrific Tinker Bell!

Hello people!  I have two incidents to tell you about! One is a rooster incident and the other one I JUST forgot.  Hopefully it will come back to me while I type the rooster incident up.

So, my friend Aaheli was chased by a rooster. I kid you not. There was a rooster in front of the staff residential quarters of IHM (Institute of hotel management, for those who are not familiar with my blog :P). Why the rooster was there is beyond me, apparently it’s a pet. Why someone has a pet rooster in a college campus is once again, beyond my comprehension.



So anyway, I went closer to him, completely amazed by his presence, and decided to click a picture. After clicking a couple of pictures, I decided to pet him. Aaheli was quietly standing, far away from me and the rooster. As I went closer to him to pet him, HE KICKED ME. He KICKED me and fell down! And I got scared so I ran! I ran behind Aaheli and he chased me! However, after I hid behind Aaheli, he decided to peck her instead. Because going all the way around her to peck me was a little too much exercise for him, I guess. So, he pecked Aaheli a couple of times, after which she gave up trying to shake him off and ran. Screaming all the way.  Ran for almost 50 meters and the rooster chased her all the way! I just sat down where I was standing and laughed and laughed till I couldn’t breathe! Finally the gardener saw her and threatened the rooster with a hose and the rooster came back, upon which I staggered away and hid behind a car. It was hilarious. I laughed for the rest of the day and she just huffed about the injustice of the whole thing, grumbling about how I was the one harassing him and how she had done nothing but stand there. It was HILARIOUS. I wish I recorded it. But I was too busy trying to breathe!

I have still not managed to remember what the second incident was. 😛

Oh oh, it was Shreya’s  birthday on 24th and I baked a red velvet cake, which did not really taste like a red velvet cake. (No, this is not the second incident.) But she loved it anyway. So, I’m happy. 😀 The cake actually looked pretty amazing after I baked it. Then by the night, the sides had become biscuit so I had to cut off the sides, so it became really tiny. I blame the microwave oven. And then I drenched it in chocolate sauce and made it all pretty with gems and tiny silver balls. Here, look!     


Oh, my exams are fast approaching now. Finally. All my friends have started studying. I don’t know where half my notes are and I’m not even trying to look for them yet. I’m so gonna end up in deep shit. Oh, well.

Oh, have I shown you my new tattoo?? It’s tinkerbell!! Because she is my favorite Disney character! She is a magic, she is pretty, she falls in love with the wrong people (i.e. Peter Pan), she gets jealous, she makes wrong decisions, she makes mistakes, but she manages to do the right thing in the end anyway. And I love her. ^_^



Okay, bye. 😀


Birdie-Love Problems

I am back!! And I have a story to tell.

So, my mother has gone a little bird-crazy these days. You know, like the cat lady? Yeah, she has become a bird lady. We now have 22 birds in our house. And man, are they noisy or what… They go ON chirping and squawking and probably abusing each other in bird-language ALL DAY LONG. And then, they start all over again in the night. It is annoying, to say the least. The only saving grace is that they are adorable. Therefore, try as I might, I cannot bring myself to ask them to shut the hell up. So, whenever I get bored, I sit in front of the birds and observe them. Psychology student, you see. So here are my observations.

My mom first got a pair of lovebirds, one peacock blue and one canary yellow. They are beautiful! And their color is just so vibrant! And they were absolutely in love with each other! Look!


Then one day, she got another pair of lovebirds! Both olive green in color. And even they are spectacular! But, one of those olive green birds, let’s call him Stifler for now, started flirting with the blue one! (We shall call the blue one Bella.)  And every time the yellow one (let’s call him Ron, with reference to the Kim Possible character!) tried to come closer to Bella, Stifler started hitting him!! And the other olive green bird (we’ll call her Damsel) was refused any shred of attention by Stifler, and she refused to entertain any conversation with Ron.  So the, Stif and Bella started hanging out together and Ron and Damsel spent their days sitting on two extreme corners of the cage. This disheartened my mother, so she got this brilliant idea, that if she bought another pair of lovebirds, maybe they would sort it out! As in, even out the trapezium or make brand new pairs! So she bought another pair of cobalt blue lovebirds, and lo behold! Stif started flirting with one of the new blue birdies! And the other new blue bird started flirting with Damsel! So now, it is Stifler and Cobalt Blue Bird number 1, Damsel and Cobalt Blue Bird number 2, a very pissed off Bella and a very lonely Ron.

So, there you go. Bird dynamics. God, I’m thoroughly confused.

Anyway, my new haircut doesn’t look half as horrible as I convinced myself it does.


So I guess I owe the hairdresser a couple of mental apologies for the mental abuse. Okay, bye.