Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Shivaratri





It's Shivaratri today!

And ohmygod I didn't even know until like 5pm when someone tweeted about it and then I was like
"HOLYSHIT SHIVARATRI IS TODAY!?"

...because I'm so well-versed in Hindu festivals and all right.
I didn't even know when Thaipusam was.
That's how horrible I am.



Right, for the benefit of my readers around the world
(you have no idea how much pleasure it gives me to be able to write something like that. ahem)

Shivaratri, directly translated, means The Night of Shiva,
so basically,
all devotees of Lord Shiva (that's us Hindus) are supposed to keep vigil throughout the night and worship Lord Shiva.
So basically you don't sleep.
I think there are some pujas (rituals) involved which you are supposed to do at night,
or alternatively you can meditate.
or something.

I'm really horrible at all this ritual stuff.
We don't really follow any of it in my family at all, so.

The article on wikipedia is quite comprehensive though, if anyone wants to read up on it.



I've never actually stayed up for Shivaratri before.
Don't know why I suddenly felt like staying up this year,
but the problem is, since I didn't know it was today, I fell asleep sometime in the afternoon for a couple of hours,
so that kind of cancels it,
and then we ate meat today, so like.
Even if I did stay up and meditate or whatever, it wouldn't count.
so yeah.

It's like there's no point.

And staying online throughout the night probably wouldn't count either, I think you have to meditate or something,
so..

I guess I shouldn't stay up then.
:/
Next year, it is!




I like how it says unmarried women normally stay up so that they can get husbands like Lord Shiva.
:O
...
So doing Shivaratri properly next year.
ahem.



Right,
its 3am.
And thanks to my skype session, I've now got tonnes of Ali Zafar pictures and about 4 videos loaded and my head is full of impure thoughts,
so
yep.
that definitely cancels out any vigils.



Damn.






AND OH MY GODDDDD THIS WOMANNN.

So I'm skyping with her right, and she asks me to change my tumblr url (I've had the same one for almost 3 years now)
And I'm like ok.
So she's like change it to 'alizafarlover.tumblr.com'
Like just for the LOLs yeah,
so I go check if it's available, and its not,
and I'm like damnnn someone else has got it already,
so of course I want to see who has it right,
so I type it into my address bar,

...and I see THIS.




BLOODY HELL.
WHY DO MY FRIENDS DO THESE THINGS.

I actually laughed for 5 mins straight though.
(and yes I normally have that many tabs open)



I really should sleep.




I hate how almost everyone I can really connect with are all on the other side of the world.
It's not fair.

I also hate how I've finally found one person who layans my Ali Zafar obsession (feeds it, more like) and she's all the way in Manchester.
-_-
Oh well, thank God for Skype I guess.



ROARRRRR.



~vid~

Monday, 20 February 2012

Fluffy


So.
One skype phone call,
and now there's yet another person halfway across the world who thinks I'm mental. :)


Skyped with one of the girls from tumblr.
Wasn't planning on skyping actually, but then I was like why the heck not??

Turned out to be the best idea ever.

Started out talking about Ali Zafar (seriously you guys don't expect anything else from me right)
and his hair.
And Imran Khan,
and then John Abraham,
and random hindi movies,
and random hindi songs,
and more Ali Zafar,

and then she made an audio post on tumblr in which she mentions how much I love Ali Zafar's hair.

o.O

And oh good lord, she's putting me into one of her fan fics.
I'm being paired with Iker Casillas.
ok.

(how come no one wants to write a fan fic of me with Ali Zafar?)






Mind you, this whole skype call was taking place AFTER the most epic twitter conversation with
Dhina and Sufi,
THE most epic twitter conversation.
Honestly.
I'd post it up here if it wasn't infringing anyone's privacy.
Started out talking about actresses (P.S. Dhina, you're a sweetheart!), and then we went on to sexual innuendos, and then to Pokemon.

o.O

It's a miracle I didn't wet myself, I was laughing so hard while trying to reply them both.

And omg.
All I did was tweet about sexual innuendos,
and immediately I gained like 8 new followers.
Those really weird sex accounts (I can't think of any other way to describe them ok).
Like holy shit.
Cons of having a non-protected account. :/




And while this epic twitter conversation was taking place,
we were watching Dance India Dance on Zee tv,
and all of a sudden the host announces one of the contestants...
..presentingggg : Cockroach!

I choked on thin air.

WHO ON EARTH HAS THAT KIND OF NAME OMG.
Thankfully his real name is Raghav, and Cockroach is just a stage name but still.

He's quite good though.





yes.
I should sleep now.



Goodnight everybody!
Happy Monday! (yuck)



~vid~

Saturday, 18 February 2012

Introducing Ali Zafar to the family




This is one of the few posts on this blog that is aptly titled ok.
Took me long enough to figure a proper title out.



Right.
So.
Story timeeeee :D





Was supposed to help in the kitchen this morning,
and I was...
...only halfway through I was getting really bored, so I decided to blast some music.

My mother's A-OK with that kind of thing
(she even has a radio in the kitchen ok)
but then we discovered that the only audio CDs we had lying around were those of devotional songs.
O.O
And my dad had moved all the cars out in the morning so we could sweep the porch, and I was faaaaar too lazy (as usual) to walk out of the house to grab a CD from one of the cars,
but we really wanted music,
so

I ended up putting a couple of my Ali Zafar songs into a pendrive and plugging it into the radio.





And.






My mother fell in love.

:O





No seriously.
After like two songs, she was like "which movie is this from?"

And I'm like uhhh. They're not from a movie...they're by that Pakistani singer...

What Pakistani sing..oh that one you have on your laptop?? (she means my laptop wallpaper)

Yep.

Oh.

*pause*

He's really good though.

What. Did you just.. what?








He sings in hindi too huh? I thought he'd sing in Urdu since he's Pakistani.











But so modern the songs!











Burn for me!










Burn for me! Why you never burn for me nice songs? These songs are so nice. Burn for me!






















Literally,
the entire time,
I'm just standing there with my mouth open like an idiot and the only thing going through my brain is

OHMYGOD MY MOTHER LIKES ALI ZAFAR OHMYGOD.


And then somehow I manage to find my voice again,
and then I start telling her about how he's now into Bollywood and how he's got a new movie coming out and how he composed the entire soundtrack and sang most of the songs,

and she's like "Wah. Really?"

And then I play the LPNY songs for her,
and she's like

Wow. He's got talent.

*pause*

And he's so handsome summore!














Indeed, mother, indeed.
:')













AND THENNN.
She makes me put this song on repeat.
The whole morning.






I know I've posted this before, but I have to post it again ok because of ALL his songs she likes THIS one.




She really is making me burn a CD of his songs for her,
and an identical one for my brother because she's sure he'd like them too.

:')






This is my laptop wallpaper btw :













I'm actually still a bit surprised.





~vid~



Obligatory disclaimer : all pics/gifs are either from tumblr or photobucket. All copyright to rightful owners.

Friday, 17 February 2012

Moar food stories

Soooo...

I got my pasta today!


My mother was initially all "NO we make pasta on Sunday when she leaves"
And I was all "BUT I WANT PASTA TODAY"
And she was all "NO I MAKE FOR YOU NICE PASTA ON SUNDAY"
And I was all "I DON'T CARE MAKE NOT-NICE PASTA FOR ME TODAY"

And then she stared at me for like 30 seconds.

And then told me to go get the pasta.

Ended up making it myself,
but woooooooooooo! Pastaaaaaa!

Happy camper atm.





My brother's friend was supposed to come over for dinner,
but apparently something came up, so that's not happening.
Shame.
I was in the mood to entertain guests.

(no, really)



So after my wonderful pasta lunch,

I was all LETS MAKE ICE CREAM.
Cause I read a wonderful recipe yesterday and wanted to try it out,
and my mother was all NO.
And I was all BUT I WANT ICE CREAM.
And she's still all NO.
And I'm like BUTTTTT.
And then shes like argh. ok.
:O
But then it turned out we don't have ice-cream molds or paper cups or those little popsicle sticks, so we can't make ice cream.
Okay I wanted to make popsicles but I call them ice creams too so. yes.
Ice cream.
And then we considered using ice-cube trays to make them in but that would be ridiculous, so we scrapped that.
If I can convince my dad to go buy me paper cups (my dad's a darling, he probably would do it...plus I'm too lazy to drive myself anywhere) then we'll make ice cream todayyy.
My mother's trying to convince my dad to go buy ice cream instead so I don't have to make it,
BUT THATS NO FUN.
PSH.


And then, a little while after the ice cream idea got scrapped,
my mother was all LET'S BAKE A CAKE.
And I was all OK.
...and then we realised we didn't have any flour.
We have every other ingredient.
But no flour.
gaaaaaaaaaah.


Then I drank a bit of the coffee liquer that I brought back from Ireland.
Bailey's :D
Was going to put it in the cake (before we realised we had no flour), and so my mother needed me to do a "taste test".
I've been wanting to drink it since I bought it ok but no one would let me open it, so I was only too happy to oblige today.
Damnnn.
Sedap.
The alcohol is overpowering (still don't like the taste of alcohol) but it's really sweet otherwise. I like. ;)



Right.
So after that failed plan,
I was all LETS MAKE CHOCOLATE TRUFFLES.
But my mother was all NO.
Then she went to sleep.



Okay. :(



I still want to make ice cream.



p.s. Most of the conversation above is in capitals because I was really hyper today. Still am.



~vid~

Midnight food cravings


Actually its 2am, but whatever.

Back to my Ali Zafar playlist after 2 hours of listening to the randomest songs I didn't know I even had in my laptop.


I've decided.
Tomorrow I'm going to make scrambled eggs for breakfast (if I wake up in time for it).
And dammit, I really want to put cheese in the eggs, but we don't have cheese, so I'll have to survive without.

And for lunch, all I want is a good, big, steaming bowl of pasta.
I fucking love pasta ok.
It sucks that ever since my brother got married we don't eat pasta as often because the sister-in-law doesn't like pasta.

How can you not like pasta?
How on earth did he ever get married to someone who doesn't like pasta?

aaaaaaargh.

I don't care.
I want pasta tomorrow.
I don't care if we don't have pasta at home and have to eat out.

I DEMAND PASTA.




Also, I've come to the conclusion that I'm alot less sane at 2 in the am than I am at any other time of the day.

And the game is startingggggg ok byeeeee.
Pray its a good game or I'll fall asleep here on my laptop.
roar.
OH AND FABIO IS PLAYING TODAY! YAAAAAY.
I missed u bb. :*




~vid~

Another random post


How can I be so sleepy when it's only 12.05am?
:O

Put my iTunes on shuffle earlier because I've been listening to entirely too many Ali Zafar songs,
and as a result,
this post is being written to the absolute epic melody that is the Imperial March.
(a.k.a Darth Vader's super cool theme music in Star Wars)




Earlier tonight,
my mother asked me if I wanted to follow the sister-in-law on her trip to Hong Kong.
Only I'd be going for a just a couple of days (if I wanted to), and she'd stay on for whatever it is her job required her to go to Hong Kong for.

At first I was like huh. seriously?

And then, being me and all, I was all OKAY LETS GO.


And thennn,
my mother decides to explain that the whole idea wasn't really plausible anyway (wtf man wtf)
because she was only leaving on Sunday night to HK,
and she would spend the weekdays working,
and she'd only be free next weekend, and it wouldn't be possible for me to go that weekend because I had to return to Seremban the Monday after.

Then why, mother, WHY would you ask me if I wanted to go!?

Its the equivalent of dangling candy in front of a baby, and when he reaches out for it, you snatch it away and snicker evilly in a corner.
-_-

Still peeved.





Today's yoga lesson was a bit better than before.
The instructor decides to tell us, halfway through the lesson, that "these back exercises are going to make your shoulders sore tomorrow and day after tomorrow"

wow.
Could've told me that when I went on Tuesday.
I thought my body was throwing in the towel or something yesterday.
On the bright side, at least now I know I should anticipate feeling like a sore, sorry wreck tomorrow also.

This lady honestly keeps finding new ways to scare me each lesson.
Today she was all "I think your lower back has started degenerating, that's why you find doing these poses so difficult"

:O

:O

:O


SHE COULD HAVE JUST CALLED ME LAZY OR SOMETHING.

DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY THAT WORD IS?
DEGENERATING?
DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY IT IS TO HAVE SOMEONE TELL YOU THEY THINK YOUR SPINE IS DEGENERATING??

ARGH.

I'M NOT EVEN 22 YET FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.

I swear I'm going to make my kids do yoga while they're still in school.
:|

Part of me is wondering if wearing heels could be the leading factor causing my 'weak' back,
but.
sigh.
its not like I'm going to stop wearing heels even if it is.





On another note, my veena finger pick functions excellently well as a makeshift guitar pick.
And my brother has given his permission (not that I needed it) for me to use his guitar whenever.

And my sister-in-law has agreed to go for yoga lessons with Dr Suresh (yay!),
so that's another thing I'm happy about.




My iTunes has currently switched to In Dreams from LOTR.
sigh.
Some movies just have the most wonderful soundtracks. :)

Tempted to download all the LOTR movies again so I can watch them during semester.




Rawrrrr another 1.5 hours before the match against Ajax!
Should I sleep first?
...but what if I don't wake up in time?
Decisions, decisions.





Enrique Iglesias is a sexy beast.



~vid~

Thursday, 16 February 2012

The random guitar rant

Gooood morningggg!

...or afternoon
...or evening

depending on where in the world you currently are and/or what time you're reading this.


:D


So.
I've neglected to mention something in the past few posts; I've been wanting to mention it, just kept forgetting..
..we've got new stay-in help!
I'd say a stay-in maid, but maid just seems like such a condescending word.

yeah.
(I've developed an odd obsession with the way certain words look and sound and feel ok don't mind me)

I'm actually really relieved that we've got someone to stay in, because then at least when I'm off at Seremban my mother won't wear herself out trying to keep up with everybody's whims and fancies.
It's ridiculous how she spoils both my brother and sister-in-law.
In which other household does a mother-in-law get up at 6 in the am to make coffee for a daughter-in-law?
(and she works in a bank ok its not like she has to get up and rush to the wards and stand all day or anything)
And we're an Indian household too!
What is this reversal of events!


And, since we're being honest and all, I'm really glad I have much lesser chores to do,
which not only allows me to wake up at 9am everyday (as opposed to 7am),
but also gives me more internet time!
...which explains the sudden influx of blog posts and random tweets and my sudden reappearance on tumblr.
Gosh, I missed that site.
Making the most of it before I have to go back to the hellhole that is Seremban.

Now don't get all offended or anything, you Seremban lot reading this (if you are)
I don't hate Seremban because its Seremban.
I hate it because IMU is in Seremban.
If IMU was in Timbuktu, then I'd hate Timbuktu.
Ok?
ok.


Right.
So.
Finally got around to picking up my brother's guitar today, to attempt to learn how to play it.
I've been wanting to learn to play the guitar since forever;
the last proper attempt I made at learning was in first year when I brought aforesaid guitar to Vista and asked Natasha to teach me.
Needless to say, that plan didn't work very well,
and I didn't touch the guitar again until...well, now.

It's just. I need music ok.
Some form of it.
Or I'd honestly go mad studying for Sem9.
I did go a bit off my rocker in Sem7, and I was craving music.
I don't know how to describe it. If you love music, you'd probably understand.
The need to just get away from everything, to escape and just bury yourself in music.
But blasting a couple of songs doesn't quite cut it.
It's music that you create yourself that really provides the escape.

So yeah.
I mean, its not like I can carry my piano or my veena to Seremban with me.
So...next best option : the guitar!
Because it's portable,
and because I have one lying around my house, and no one's using it.

My brother has had this guitar since his uni days, a.k.a since I was about 9 years old.
And he never plays it.
He doesn't know how.
He knows a couple of random songs,
but he doesn't know the chords/notes for them.

...that's not helpful at all.

It surprised me, really, that he never bothered to learn it properly.

Maybe its just me then.
I don't believe in learning one or two songs when you're trying to learn to play an instrument.

Music is an art.
The least you can do is respect it enough to learn to play an instrument properly.
From the basics.
Learn to read notes. Learn to play all those horribly boring, repetitive scales.

It annoys the hell out of me when people sit down at a piano,
figure out a couple of notes by ear for a song they like,
and then go "oh I can play the piano! I taught myself!"

..bullshit.

Sure, you can 'play by ear'...that just means you've got a better sense of music than most people.

If you haven't sat for hours forcing yourself to perfect the same old arpeggios,
if you haven't sat by your radio and listened obsessively to piano pieces played by professionals so that you can perfect your own playing just that little bit more,
if you haven't pulled your hair out trying to memorize french, italian and german music terms...then no, you haven't learnt how to play the piano.

You may have learnt how to play a song (or a few songs) on the piano,
but you haven't learnt to play the piano.

Learn that difference, please.

If every Tom, Dick and Harry could just sit down and run their fingers over the keyboard and say they can play the piano,
then why did the rest of us spend years and years practising so hard and sitting for all those examinations??

And I absolutely hate it when people just go like "oh? You can play the piano? Teach me!"
Sure.
...if you're willing to sacrifice all those hours to learn it properly.
If you're willing to spend the first few weeks just learning scales and simple songs,
then sure.
I can't teach you shortcuts. I won't.
It would be an insult to my music just to teach you how to play a song without even teaching you something as basic as how to read the notes.


...gah.
ok rant over.
Sorry for that; really random rant.

Right.
So.
My learning the guitar.
I've decided that my friends probably aren't going to teach me scales or chords or whatnot,
so I might as well attempt to learn it on my own.
...online.

hm.

...let's see how that works out then.


If anyone knows of a better website that I can use to teach myself, do let me know.

Spent the whole morning trying to tune the guitar,
NOT easy...like I mentioned, the guitar has just been lying around the house,
and the first three strings seem rather rusty.
And the sound seems off somehow.
I remember asking my brother to restring it back in 2008 (when I tried learning from Natasha),
...but nope.
So anyway,
I've decided I'll learn as much as I can first, (the sound quality doesn't really matter if you're just trying to learn how to position your fingers and learn the scales)
and then, once I'm better at playing it,
I'll get them to restring it properly for me.

I also need a guitar pick.
Currently managing without it...I'll have to look into getting one somehow.
Considering using my veena finger pick for the time being...let's see how that goes.

I've only gotten as far as the scales (or scale...there only seems to be one) today,
...it still sounds like absolute crap.
I think I'll stick to practising that until I get it right,
and then I'll see about moving on to chords.
My fingers are cramped already.

aaaah.


I think its awfully unfair how whenever my brother wants a new instrument,
my parents automatically get it for him,
but when I want to learn something new, its a straight NO.
NO.
Even the veena, I had to beg and beg,
and when they finally agreed to send me for lessons...I stuck to it for a year, and then medschool happened, and it was impossible to continue with classes.
Plus, I couldn't practise because I couldn't carry my veena up and down to Vista and back.
Honestly.
And then my mother goes on about how I wasted so much money buying it and not practising..
...I mean..I took lessons for a year!
That has to count for something!
Its not like you spent so much money buying it for me, only for me to leave it around the house and never touch it!
...like your son does. ugh.
Seriously.
Its not just this guitar,
they've gotten him a tabla set (which he's never even taken out of the bag) AND a keyboard.
A KEYBOARD.
I ASKED THEM FOR A KEYBOARD SO MANY TIMES BUT NO IT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE.
A KEYBOARD IS PORTABLE.
I CAN TAKE IT TO SEREMBAN WITH ME AND PLAY MY MUSIC THERE.
AAAAH.
But no.
Don't buy it for the kid who actually plays music.
Buy it for the one who's going to leave the instrument abandoned in a dusty corner, why don't you.


...maybe I should steal my brother's keyboard.

Its not like he's using it.


...I'll work on this guitar first though.
No harm in learning a new instrument!


Wish me luck, you guys.
What with the yoga giving my cramps everywhere else, and these scales cramping my fingers,
I'm a sore wreck already.



Plus, if I do learn the guitar properly,
that's one other thing I can cross off my bucket list. :D




~vid~

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

...well.


Thank you, internet, for making my wishes come true on the same days that I make them.


Presenting...

The punjabi track from London Paris New York :
(this morning I mentioned I couldn't wait to see the video of this song...scroll down, you'll see it)




Actually a bit surprised, to be honest,
I mean it's very bhangra-ish..
I thought it would be like a wedding setting or something...definitely not in a random London bar.
hm.

And the more promos I watch,
the more I'm beginning to think that Ali has a total of 3 outfits for the entire movie.





Also, on a different note altogether,
my body has been aching the whole day.
Even my butt fgs.
-__-
The temple is evidently still protesting about the grueling yoga lesson yesterday.



Roar!


~vid~

Voh Dekhnay Mein




So this probably explains why I like Valentine's Day then :D


(yes I am one of those people who follow zodiac accounts on every social networking site. I like zodiac-y stuff ok)



My sorethroat has apparently been cured for good *touchwood* because I'm finally able to sing along to my favourite songs without my voice breaking in between.
As such,
a good part of my morning has been dedicated to singing along with this!


Voh Dekhnay Mein - London Paris New York







And as if the song by itself wasn't cute enough,
someone made this absolutely adorable video to go along with it :



Totally made my day. :)




Happy Day-After-Valentine's-Day everybody! :)




~vid~



p.s. The more I listen to the Punjabi track from LPNY, the more it amuses me. I can't wait to see how they fit it into the movie.

Tuesday, 14 February 2012

The Yoga Lesson




Technically, the second yoga lesson,
but whatever.

So my teacher isn't exactly the devilspawnfromhell that I mentioned earlier.
Or however it is that I put it.
Can't be bothered looking through that post to quote myself verbatim.
But, I digress.

(Isn't that such a wonderful sentence though? But, I digress. It seems so incomplete somehow, and yet...it isn't. And its sounds so sophisticated and everything too)

But, I digress. Again. (see what I did there? wink wink. No? ok.)


Anyway, so second yoga lesson.
Still feel like complete shit after it, except this class I didn't blackout or anything.
(almost blacked out the last class)

This lady, my teacher, has been telling me from the last class that my shoulders were too high.
At first I was all like wtf are you talking about what you mean my shoulders are too high?
But.
She's right.
Thanks to years of slouching over my desk while studying/using the laptop, I've developed a sitting posture in which my shoulders are permanently contracted.

I bet some of you have it too.

Try this, right now,
while you're reading this, don't move away or anything or this won't count,
just take a moment and notice how you're sitting.

Aren't your shoulders contracted? Aren't they high up, almost near your ears?

And now you just relaxed them didn't you?

Well, mine usually are contracted that way, even if yours aren't you liar
And the past few days I've been trying to make conscious efforts to sit up straight,
instead of slouching the way I usually do.
I didn't even know I had a slouch!


And we were doing other random poses today, to strengthen the back,
and halfway through this lady goes
"Vidya, your whole back is really weak, you know"

And of course my brain launches into its whole defensive what-you-mean-my-back-is-weak-wtf-are-you-on-about mode,
but after a couple of minutes...I realised she was right.
Again, dammit.

There's alot of poses I can barely do simply because the muscles in my back aren't strong enough to support my weight during the pose.


Funny thing is,
some of the poses I could do back in 2008 with Dr Suresh,
...but then again,
my body was 4 years younger, and a good deal lighter at the time.

:/


I guess this simply means I have to get back into shape,
and do something about strengthening my shoulders and back.



And gosh, there was this one pose I couldn't do at all,
which involved using your arms to support your weight,
The Stick Pose?

My wrists aren't strong enough.
But then again, I always knew my wrists and arms were pretty much gone after I injured them back in Form 4.
Don't remember the injury exactly, I just remember having severe pain and weakness in both hands and having to wear wrist guards for a good few months.

Remember how Ms Ruth asked me if I was trying to make a fashion statement?
(I wasnt. I really needed those wrist guards ok or I would've kept dropping all my books all the time.)



Gaaaah.

What was that quote about the body being a temple again?


“Do you not know that your body is a temple of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your body,” (1 Cor. 6:19-20).


(I had no idea that was a Christian quote o.O #ignorance)


Right.
So if the body is supposed to be a temple,

then mine,
currently,
is an ancient, crumbling, ruin of a temple.

A RUIN.








Sighhh.


Oh well.
Time for dinner.

The temple needs nutrition too ok.

...although we're having pizza tonight, so that kind of ruins everything.

RUINS IT ALL.



Ruin is such an odd word.
The more I look at it, the more convinced I am that I've spelt it wrong.
Although it would be very difficult to misspell it.

Is the phrase "A Ruin" even grammatically correct?
It is, isn't it?

:|




~vid~