If you are reading this blog, it is probably because you are my friend and you want me to stop asking you if you read my blog. So, you know that I usually don’t use this blog to complain about things that don’t really bother me. I mean other than you know, my life and its ails and such. I don’t mind people that use their DSLRs and flood my life with their artsy photographs of bullock cart wrecks and baby poo and what not. I like that we have Facebook and think that pictures of my girl friends in bars and bathrooms are pretty. I absolutely LOVE that the internet is a place to complain on. Where else are we going to humorously talk about our parents and discuss reasons for why we are the way we are?

What I really dislike is bullying. Before we get into why I think that song in the video is despicable, I want to talk about why it even matters. I was watching an NDTV special on the Kolaveri song (which I obviously quite like). It had Radhika Iyer wrapping up by telling us how(I paraphrase) music in India is undergoing a transformation, and while the past remains unforgettable and incomparable, the future seems to be a welcome change that you may like or not like, but surely cannot ignore.

Which is why Hiphop tamizha, the group that sings that song, seemed like a not-so-bad idea. We all like Hip hop, we all like tamizh (and tamizhas), so we will obviously like two together. It’s like eating celery and peanut butter together. You wonder at first, but once you try it you realize it’s actually quite nice.

There are reasons for this trend. Reasons that include but are not limited to the fact that radio and the reach of radio stations have changed drastically in the past 12ish years. I remember waiting for All India Radio’s 107.1 FM to play ‘western’ music in the evenings about 11 years ago. I remember when the private radio Boom happened in Chennai with Suryan FM and Radio Mirchi. We have all been a part of the past decade that saw the immense reach that radio has had, making music the paramount PR tool that it is. Alongside all this of course, are all these different types of music that people have realized you need to like to be acceptable and cool. Hiphop and rap and english-u are integral members of these types, fosho.

And of course, there is YouTube. I love YouTube and thank it for Justin Beiber and Rebecca Black and Tips on how to massage my cat Champ and funny vlogs like all of us do. But YouTube is your international radio. Just ask Anirudh, Dhanush and Aishwarya.

And I understand that anything you put up on the internet (this blog included) comes with a caveat emptor.

But you have a responsibility, dear Hiphop Tamizha. It disturbs me that you have the attention of people, you seem to be a group that wants to be a nice genre that mixes accepted types of music and you have all that right, and you choose to sing about this?

And as a friend rightly pointed out, as a girl who unflinchingly listens (and sings along ) to Lil Jon’s Get Low I have no right to be outraged or enraged by your song. But I have my reasons. Yes, it hits too close to home. Yes, it is despicable and reeks of attention-seeking-whore ness. But here are my other reasons why you truly need to re-think your decision to use your music to wage war on the Consortium of Pub-going, Loose and Forward Women of India.  (gotta love Kuzhali)

• Because there is a larger Consortium of hypocritical, medieval, misogynistic men that is listening to your music.
• Because your song is bringing together these men and making them think it is okay to think it is hilarious that women who drink deserve ridicule and had it coming to get raped/harassed. So, you are basically like the Pied Piper that brings all these men together.
• Because Manu Sharma killed a lady over ten years ago and thought he could get away with it because she had it coming, and was recently out on parole and there are tonnes of men like him who think many women have it coming.
• Because there were attacks on women in Bangalore in 2009 and it’s two years later now, and your passive-aggressive song makes me wonder if things will ever change?

I know I am over reacting with this long-winded post but it just makes me so mad that the guys singing ‘Clubb le Mubb le’ look vaguely familiar, seem to be young upcoming singers and they choose to attack predominantly harmless happy drunk women who just want to have a good time and let people on Facebook know they are having a good time? It is like that time my parents gave me a curfew because the Chennai Police came around giving talks to parents in our neighborhood about how drunk women are causing too much of a ruckus after 11pm (by getting out of cars, carrying their heels on elevators, and tiptoeing into their houses) and how people really just need to control their daughters.

I apologize on behalf of all those times these women abused alcohol and beat up their husbands and set their houses on fire. Also for  the times they raped unsuspecting men who were just minding their own business. I hope that makes you feel better. If these crimes have made you angry and you are doing the world a noble service by letting like minded men know that they are not alone, I am sorry for this post.

If this is about some girl who was drunk at a bar and told you she thinks she does not want to see you any more, I am sorry but I sort of see why she’d say that.

I don’t want to attack you, I am not a part of Vir Sanghvi’s elite bloggers. I don’t think I am a part of elite anything. I am just somebody who opened Facebook so I could distract myself from dealing with assignments, research, life and such.

Just to make myself and everyone else feel better, let us watch Dhanush enjoying his awesome performance high, using his usual self deprecating charm and winning us all over.

This Song’gu For Soup Boys’su
We Don’t Have Choice’su

‘Why this Kolaveri di’- Dhanush, Anirudh- 3

SO anyway. Here is a list of alternating Dos and Don’ts of Winter things to make your day/night slightly warmer.

Do: Try to get excited about Winter clothing. It is amazing, especially if you grew up in the real ‘Tropics’ and now have the opportunity to buy/wear them. Jackets and layers are fun!

Don’t: Blame yourself for not knowing about ways to cover up and protect yourself from the cold. While heat is only singeing,  the cold, it is bitter and unforgiving.

Do: Know that One Day when it has stopped being Fall and decided to be Winter. That will be the day you will be excited that it is your first winter! Cherish that day. It is your one day of wonder and joy.

Don’t: Give up caffeine, nicotine or other addictive chemicals if it is your first winter. Let me explain to you how (I think) sleeping works. There is a certain lowered temperature that your body needs to be in for deep slumber, one that is reached much more easily during the cold season. This weather was MADE to drink warm liquids and snuggle. If you have a system to beat the sweet monster of sleep, NOW is not the time for intervention (although Later probably is).

Do: Enjoy the delight that is a warm drink. This could be warm Irish coffees covered in cream, warm spiked cider with cinnamon, hot chocolate with peppermint patties, delicious mulled wine, or just good ol’ eggnog.

Don’t: Forget that hot showers will warm you instantly. But this can also mess your skin up real bad so know when your ‘Hot Shower’ is now you officially Sucking all the hot water out of the pipes and your roommate wants to smash your head in.

Do: Moisturize and Humidify and Drink water. Especially if you fall sick, which will be covered in a later point. Don’t forget that water is the real elixir!

Don’t: Just never take naps around dusk time however tempting it is, whether you got off early from work and your bed is so inviting, or you just really need to sleep at that point. You will wake up disoriented, disgruntled and in the darkness. This is especially true if Daylight Savings just got done and your body does not realize it will get darker sooner.

Do: Eat apples, drink Orange Juice,  eat your vitamins and wash your hands several times a day. I don’t know if it is actually true if germs like to affect you more in the winter, but falling sick in the Winter is way less fun than in the Summer (falling sick in general sucks, I agree), because unlike the summer, winter sickness is not just about a week of no play. It is a week of misery, with your body getting dehydrated and cold, and your mind getting sad and S.A.D.

Don’t: Turn your nose up at Snuggies/Slankets. They are not cool, I know, but they are warm. Oh so warm.

Do: Invest in gloves. And a small sturdy space heater. And a humidifier. And a fleece robe, if you’re one of those Slanket judgers. And those light machines if you need them. Also, always keep Theraflu, Cold medicine, Vicks Vaporub, Axe Oil(whatever works for you) in your medicine cabinet.

Don’t: Think winter caps are dorky. They are adorable and they keep your ears warm.

And I end with this amazing Do:

Wait for Christmas. That perfect white Christmas, however unconnected to your own real life it may be, will always make everything worth it. Even when the snow turns smelly because it’s just been piling up. Because Christmas is that time of the year when it is finally okay to listen to Christmas music all the time. Also, add cinnamon to everything. Tea, Coffee, tequila, oatmeal. Everything.

Enjoy this awesome song!

And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You’ll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends

-‘Winter Winds’- Mumford and Sons

P.S.: Meanwhile in real life, major show crush on Once Upon a Time. It seems so promising ! Also we still don’t know what happened to Justin Beiber’s paternity issue. Just saying.

]]> http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/2011/11/10/yes-my-heart-told-my-head-this-time-no/feed/ 5 blueberry32 http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/i-watched-as-he-tried-to-reassemble-it/ http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/2011/11/02/i-watched-as-he-tried-to-reassemble-it/#comments Thu, 03 Nov 2011 02:14:10 +0000 blueberry32 http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/?p=567 Continue reading →]]> I have been postponing writing on this blog because I have been doing so many other types of writing that are really not as fun to plan or execute. For this delay in this post, I apologize.

Much has happened during our little interlude- the world population reached 7 billion, Kim K filed for divorce from her new husband Kris, there was a devastating earthquake in Turkey, Muammar Gadafi is now dead, Deepavali passed us by. Oh and also, Justin Beiber may/may not be a Dad.

Otherwise though, the world is pretty much still the same. Lots of violence and poverty, people still don’t really like people that are not really like themselves, global warming may/may not be a lie,  we have no real cures for Cancer, the internet is still a great place to complain on, and ‘coning’ is the new ‘planking’.

For a while now, I have been so caught up keeping up with the Occupy Wall Street movement, the 2012 Presidential candidate debates and the Kardashians that I have failed to share my experience with Ra.One.

Which brings us to what I originally wanted to call this post. :

Why I love SRK and believe in Bollywood but Kandasamy was so much better than Ra.One. 

Of course, there have been these awesomely funny, well written, well drawn out, reviews of Ra.One. But we all know my two cents is where it’s at.

On Diwali day(this year that was October the 26th), I went to work, and decided at around Noon that it was too festive a day to stare at my (truly terribly disappointing) data and crib about it while I waited for my PCR machine to spit out more disappointing data.

So I took two buses to the local mall that plays Bollywood movies (before Ra.One they were screening Force, starring Monish Behl who was in Hum Saath Sath  Hain), bought some popcorn, filled my water bottle and settled into this dirty movie hall in anticipation of the movie.

Let’s be real, I like almost every movie that is ever made. It is not just an increased tolerance for nonsense that fuels this liking, but also the fact that I think entertainment is important and needs to be supported.

Within the first 20-30 minutes of of Ra.One though, Anubhav Sinha left me thinking I should be working on my research. This was not because Shekhar (my own Dad’s name, so I am automatically sucked into liking the character) ate Noodles with yogurt (quite occasionally did this myself, when I was younger and could still tolerate Maggi) or that Kareena (what was her name in the movie? For the life of me I cannot remember) mispronounced Tamil words (I had multiple Punjabi roommates in college who frequently and lovingly butchered Tamil words) or that this technology seemed so awesome.

It was because at some point, the entire team of Ra.One seemed to have stopped taking themselves seriously. I mean, I love suspension of disbelief, I thrive on it. A little too much, even. If you had just kept on with it, Ra.One would’ve been such an awesome movie. I would not have had to tell people that what I did for Diwali was watch Ra.One and it was awful, I could’ve said, I  watched Ra.One, it was pretty decent, actually.

Take for instance, in Kandasamy. They had this scene and they totally owned it.

None of this ‘I know I am being so ridiculous that I will make fun of myself for it’ business. Which is why at some point, you fully believe that the ‘storyline’ is lost. Also, are Vishal-Shekhar the new Shankar Ehsaan Loy? It seems like that, somehow.

It makes me sad,  and it makes me angry. Because, SRK, I am one of those people who grew anxious during ‘Criminal‘ that your ugly annoying kid was alone with a potential killer (virtual?) robot. I am one of those people who thought the Dad-You dying was really sad. I was positively tear filled during Bhare Naina. May have even let a few silent sobs through. I take your movie seriously. You better do it too. Because I wanted to be mean to you about how your kid was so annoying, and BAM you went and died and then I couldn’t because your widow was crying and so was I.

And then you went and stole that Iron-Man goblet of fire in chest thing from the Terminator/Ra.One/guy who dressed like he was from the matrix and moved to India and met Rajnikanth and all these things would have made sense if and only if the screenplay had not been so ridiculous? Also, I am glad taxi-drivers in Mumbai love Rajnikanth so much. You taught me something and I am thankful.

The rest of the movie was not so bad. I like Chammak Chalo I totally can’t wait for them to play it in clubs when I go to India. I like Arjun Rampal, I mean he is like a 100 years old but then so is SRK so I could handle that too. But this movie is full of trickery like that. I was so determined to find things to like about it, I started appreciating how nice Kareena looked, checking her legs out in the songs, thinking her skin was pretty, and how if she did not grin ever/speak to me, I’d like for her to be a random Punjabi lady that lived in my neighborhood.

But there is more torture. When you have mentally checked out of it, you are so disappointed that you cannot poke fun. You just want to go back and deal with your terrible data and run another PCR. You don’t care about the sparklers you bought to celebrate Diwali alone in your tiny apartment. You want to tell Shah Rukh Khan that you have an Om Shanti Om themed lamp* that you had custom made by a talented friend (want one? They’re awesome.)  at home.

*(for realz)-

For realz, really.

And that you are sad and disappointed with him, even though you knew what this movie was going to be about and you looked forward to it.

Anyway. I couldn’t find a song to go with this post so I put up this 30 Rock Fanvid instead.

Also, from Kandasamy, enjoy:

Anyway, until next time, keep singing!

I know you’re leaving in the morning
when you wake up.
Leave me with some kind of proof it’s not a dream.
You are, the only exception.

-”Only Exception‘ by Paramore

P.S. : Happy Birthday Pran! You are my paramore ab to forever.

Often, we are disappointed. Often we are disappointed in others. Often we are disappointed in other people because they failed us. Because they failed to ask us that one right question, they failed to give us that one right answer. Because they told us they’d never judge us harshly, they’d never do something we’d judge them harshly for. Because they told us they were not drug addicts when we moved in with them but they really were. Because they named their song ‘Linger’ and drew you in, and when you realized what all their (just dumb) words were, you were already humming the song.

But even more often, we are disappointed in ourselves. We are disappointed in ourselves because we failed ourselves. Because we failed to answer that one right question when we were asked to answer it. Because we judged them harshly before they did us. Because we failed by sort-of seeing they were drug addicts, but still moved in with them. Because we figured out the words to ‘Linger’ and we still sing it.

Some things, we do wrong. These things are not like eating a whole thing of cookie dough, or failing to save somebody chocolate .  These things are like brushing people off, or breaking people’s spirits. These things, we realize as we do, and disappoint ourselves.

But most of the time though, we do okay. We try.

Now, to make you feel better about the time you wasted reading this post, pick one or both of these promising, terrifying movie previews.

I tried to do handstands for you
I tried to do headstands for you
Every time I fell on you, yeah, everytime I fell.

-‘Bruises’- Chairlift

Keep Singing!

]]> http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/2011/10/16/but-frozen-things-they-all-unfreeze/feed/ 4 blueberry32 http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/moats-boats-and-waterfalls-alley-ways-and-pay-phone-calls/ http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/moats-boats-and-waterfalls-alley-ways-and-pay-phone-calls/#comments Tue, 11 Oct 2011 03:42:00 +0000 blueberry32 http://blueberry32.wordpress.com/?p=530 Continue reading →]]> There is no excuse for this, but I have been very behind on any news that is not from my own life. There is an intriguing reason for this, but more on that later. Irresponsible and outdated, I keep moving forward in usual style.

Which brings us to what I wanted to talk about in today’s blog. I started this post a over a month ago. Much has happened during this past month! I managed to catch Coldplay live. Steve Jobs passed away. There are now Arab-Spring style protests in the Wall Street. My identity from my debit card was stolen and I tried to salvage that whole situation. And much, much more, I am sure.

I have spent much time in BerryNice, talking about things that happen around me and to me, instead of focusing on the essence of my existence. I recently read this awesome post and it made me quite comfortable with my life. So much so that it led to that lull in energy that happens once you are used to something. Okay the mini vacation meeting C&H may have also caused this lull. Nevertheless. It’s a lull.

We are so many things, we are young and foolish, older and wiser. We are better cooks and better eaters, we abuse our youthful high metabolisms and suffer worse hangovers as we grow older. We take things other than just our emotions seriously. We choose our role models not so different from our own selves, and we pursue our dreams in small installments.

And there are lessons we learn.  We learn to apologize for being self involved.We learn to let people in and hold someone’s hand(like Amy Poelher so wonderfully told us to).

We learn to love people based on their choices and not just their reactions. We learn to deal with embarrassment and  constantly remind ourselves that our 20s are a steep, steep learning curve. More than anything, we learn to not judge people harshly. We learn to be kinder and do unto others what we’d want done to us.

There are several reasons to stop and review life, but the most fun one is because it makes you do it and when it does, it’s like a mental holiday when it tunes you out of living. While that previous sentence was very creative,  here’s a creative I want to promote- The Office’s Mindy Kaling (who I love) has a book coming out soon, called ‘Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?‘. I have it pre-ordered and everything.

Also while we are still around the subject of holidays, I booked my tickets home for December! India bound after a year and a half, I feel like a big fish swimming back to it’s tiny, crowded (very crowded) pond. Cannot wait!

I leave you now with this back up Steve Jobs video, and the earnest promise to be better about this blog. Meanwhile, you must check this weird food blog out.

Until next time, Keep Singing!

Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, chocolate candy, Jesus Christ
There ain’t nothin’ please me more than you

- ‘Home‘  by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros.

I can’t wait for this movie.

And, I think Sanjay Dutt looks like Voldemort in this trailer. Was this intentional?

Also, this movie looks like Endhiran and Tron had a baby in Bollywood.

Anyway. More soon. Soon more.

Keep singing!

Sometimes I catch myself staring into space
Counting down the hours ’til I get to see your face

-’Hey Julie’ -Fountains of Wayne

Anyway. Help for the laptop is on it’s way. An interesting story that involves me chatting with the Dell tech support rep for over two hours, struggling to keep up with my rapidly debilitating laptop. Like J. K. Rowling says- there are a few things that you do together and not end up being friends: struggling to resuscitate my dying laptop is one of them. Saveen and I chatted for a while, Saveen relentlessly keeping up his American accent and me doing my best to wean him off of it ( inserting Hindi words in my sentences, swearing at my laptop in Tamil). It was at a tiring moment when the system restore process had taken almost all we had when Saveen asked me if he was talking to an Indian, haan ji, I said. I’m from India.

But it was recounting this story to Lakshmi a few nights ago that ties this in with the rest of my life. I told her about that moment, after all that fake American accenting when Saveen finally broke, and said ‘ I am speaking to an Indian, is that right?’ and she told me how that moment right there, was when the audience would totally relate to my character in the movie about my life. ( cue a.r. Rahmans Vande Mataram) ( in Tamil!).
Which brings us to a few important things today’s post wants to discuss. Recently, I was asked by a very abominable old friend what I saw as a future for this blog. I told him that it is a fair enough platform for me to record my present, share my opinions? But in my tiny tiny brain, it took me 2 whole days of sub conscious thought what this very bright, berating person really wanted to ask me- What do I see as the relevance of this blog, in the present?

Which brings us to the next thing I wanted to bring up. The blog celebrates it’s second birthday soon- I remember starting it at some point during August in 2009, which means the blog turns 2. Also I moved to the States one year ago, last August.

So Happy Birthday blog, and Happy Anniversary me and America, here’s to many more.

Anyway, to answer the question that we were posed with, I am going to now compare this blog to a place that people can hang out at. Let’s admit it, most of the people who I force to read this blog and shamelessly plug it to are my friends, and I like my friends (well most of them) and so I think my blog is sort of like a talk show. Like it’s the Ellen Degeneres show.

Or it’s like the Jimmy Fallon show.

I’d see how it’s like a late night show, because I know how the internet is that friend we call at 2 AM.

So anyway, like all people on their birthdays, this blog makes resolutions. To be harder, better, faster, stronger. To be relatable and make you happy you like it’s present.

Keep singing!

-’Club can’t handle me‘ by Flo Rida

Conversations with friends are great.

So there was this one night when I had some troubles and the kind Sow-Sow called me all the way from London to hold my hand on the phone ( <3 ). In usual 4 AM rant-ramble style conversation,

I usually never have the stones to stand up to people in real life and end up over-analyzing later?

One of the things I used to say for a long time was that I wanted to be brave. I used to tell H this a lot, and we talked about how I am learning to be brave. Courage is amazing, and it harder to get than to keep.

But in very honest style, it may not take long for the cookie to crumble. But while it lasts, courage has a wonderful smell. It smells like all those smells that happen to you and make you feel happy- like freshly frying cumin in your Mom’s kitchen, like the first drops of rain on dirty earth, even the slight smell of chlorine in your hair after a swim.

Anyway. After all that, I’d like to share this video  Ash made me watch, which has affirmed my belief that my sign language for ‘party’ has been right all along!

And since I started this post with heavy thought and flooded you with opinions and such, here is an apology video ( source: Swapea).

Keep singing! Also, Spotify is pretty nice.

Beat backbones
Grazed the poem and made it strange
I wasn’t born to be a skeleton

- ‘She’s a handsome woman‘ by Panic at the Disco

• They bring together talent and resources.
• They give the collaborators a sense of ‘I am up-to Standard’ (what better standards than those set by friends?).
• Science is in love with them. (and I am a scientist, Goddamnit!)
• (I didn’t have one to put here and because of collaboration, can make my collaborator fill something in)

A few weeks ago, I decided it was time to talk about living with a male flat mate and made that post. My friend Sow-Sow from school (keeper of sanity, inspirer of thought) had a similar post a few months ago, I think. Both of us had very conveniently listed the pros and postponed the cons. And so in true scientific spirit, here is a collaborative, dialogue- style post.

Now I did not live with only one roommate through college. I did live with Abha for about 2.5 years, H and Abha for a while, Nish for a while. But to be honest, I feel like I did technically ‘live with’ all these girls- Sahi, Georgi, Varshaa, Ash, Shru, Palla and Swapea! And for a while, even Gayu and Kavitha. 

So in honour of the Nish (Sow’s wonderful roommate for FOUR years in law school) and all of my comrades in arms – here is presenting our top 10 reasons why we miss female roommates: 

1. You can only live off your own wardrobe. Now, this may seem strange to all of you out there who did not live in a hostel of sorts, and therefore are not used to community living, but wardrobe sharing is one of the great PERKS of hostel life.  Especially basic everyday things like pink hairpins, hair irons, kajal pencils, silver eye shadow and hoop earrings. And blue earrings. And pink ones. And jhumkas.  And thin brown belts. And shiny blue sequined belts. And plain black t-shirts. How I survive with only my pairs of hoop earrings these days is a mystery to me. Needless to say, I had to go  out and buy blue and pink earrings, and brown belts and gold belts (they didn’t have any blue sequined ones) when I moved to London. Not a fun thought.  (S)
2. I must include that I also cannot borrow footwear or emergency sanitary napkins with my current flat-mate. I also miss borrowing make-up, nail paint and skirts. Also, the male flat mate NEVER wants to chill out and watch TV shows while we give ourselves pedicures, and that is just sad. Also he is worse at painting my nails for me than I am. Male flat-mate thinks Project Runway is dumb. You’re dumb! (B)
3. FFs will hide your phone if you are in a ‘bad place’ and are looking to binge that night. FFs will not give your phone to you, to send that ‘very important text’ no matter how much you beg. You will wake up in the morning to an awful headache and much shame spared. (S)
4.  MF does not care about these things. He may want to go swimming once you have both drunk enough alcohol to disinfect a small third world country with, and are almost ready to pass out. He may even jump over gates and let you in to the locked pool area at 3 AM. Also, if you ask to borrow his charger because you are VERY CERTAIN that your phone charger does not work, he may say insensitive boy things like ‘Have you considered that it is your phone, and not your charger?’ when he lets you use his. (B)
5. FFs will and can help you button up if you have a nasty cut on your finger, have a pretty dress with tiny buttons all down the back, cannot reach the zipper near the hem, need to securely fasten the backless part of your backless blouse or need someone to tie the sashes of your office dress back in a pretty bow.  Or untie them from the ‘this is a pretty bow, but I don’t know what I did to knot it up this way’ knot. You can only ask an MF to go so far, before saying “Ah great, thanks – think I can manage it from there” and spend the next twenty minutes in your room wishing you had extendable arms and hair that didn’t fall across your face and block your vision every three seconds. (S)
6.  MF will not tell you if you have buttons open. In fact, later that night, when you notice/exclaim, he will say ‘I thought you had that on that way intentionally’. Also, MF has no idea what sashes are, and does not know how to make a bow.(B)
7.   FFs will always, always, pick up food for you. Without being asked. Among my top ten memories from law school, is this one memory where I woke up from an afternoon nap one summer and reached for the phone, only to discover warm cookies from ‘Vac’s’ lying on the table. The Nish had been out that afternoon and bought me chocolate cookies. I was half asleep, and delirious with happiness, at the thought itself, and the cookies. I don’t think cookies have ever tasted that good since that sleepy love surging moment of unexpected chocolate goodness. (S)
8. I miss this immensely. The number of times I have been woken up by one of these people to find tea and food on the dresser, the number of random chocolates and green teas while suffering from terrible cramps, the number of times I’ve heard ‘I bought some spare chaat so you can eat it’, ‘I have some spare alcohol for you in your fridge’ and ‘I saved a brownie for you’.  I miss you girls! (G)
9.   FFs will always ask if you want tea when they are making some (or any other kind of maggi type food). MF on the other hand, has no idea if we have any tea at home (we do, four kinds). Or sugar (and honey). Or milk.  MF (I strongly suspect) does not know how to make tea. And does not want to learn!! (S)
10. This is a good place to include how a major part of living with a boy is that BOYS DON’T HAVE MINI DANCE PARTIES. Or normal sized/ extended ones. No wonder you have barely any emotions, y’all. Useless. I miss that. I DO. (G)

Ah the moons too bright
The chains too tight
The beast won’t go to sleep

- ‘I’m your Man’ as sung by Leonard Cohen

Simply because we were all so crazy about this song.