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Absurd child.

Since I am crazy with fluctuating emotions, weird decisions and I surpass all randomness, my best friend has named me "absurd child". And the absurd part is that I love this name. Anyway this is just the title, in this post I am going to write about an incident that shook the walls of my life. Actually no, that's crap. I am just going to write an incident that I remembered last night in bed and I was silently laughing to myself.

I was in fifth standard, and a week or two before Independence Day, auditions were held to join the choir. I was in blue house aka Gandhi house and I was so hell proud of it. Hence I decided to take part, sudden urge of patriotism for my country which I thought would be fulfilled if I participated. I went for the audition, and finally it was my turn to sing. The teacher was staring, everyone was looking, and I finally burst out " JO HAAALLL DIL KAAA, IDHAR HO RAHAAA HAI"..."woh haaaal dill kaaaaa udhar ho rahaaaaaaa hai"... For those who don't know, that is a crazy love song from the movie Sarfarosh. Out of all good songs, I had to sing this one. What was I thinking? Well actually I wasn't thinking. After I was done, there was silence, the teacher just looked at me and guess what! I was selected. Absurd right!!

The other girls who auditioned were more sensible, singing patriotic songs about India. Anyway the sad part is that for practice we had to wait back after school everyday, and since I was an extremely dependent child, I didn't know how to get back home without the school bus. And I suck at traveling, I still do. So I backed out and got back to my usual routine of coming home by school bus, eating lunch with mom and sleeping.

While writing this, I called my best friend. She never knew about this incident and when I told her turns out that she too had gone for those auditions! We weren't friends then as we met three years later but then our friendship is connected in a very "absurd" manner. She sang "smile an everlasting smile" which is obviously less embarrassing. She too got selected but backed out last minute as she herself couldn't travel!

That's all for now. Peace.


  1. Hi dear,
    I haven't started a blog yet for the reasons you mentioned right on top. We cancerians have too many incidents that are so anecdotal that we don't know where to begin what to write about. But since we have a more interesting life just write about yourself. We'll love reading it.
    Coming to your singing I still remember you once singing Jiya Jale for Dil Se and the part I enjoyed the most is you singing the Malaylam gibberish that's a part of the song. It was so cute and f I still remember it I honestly thought so.
    Love you little girl.

  2. haha thats true. Cancerians are epic people. By the way I still remember the malyalam gibberish frm the song, and wenever it comes on tv I still watch and sing it out loud. :D
    Love you too, thanks for appreciating the blog.

  3. I actually read ur blog post...poor me :P.
    Jokes aside...Your Blog is like a breath of fresh air ...Impromptu and even nostalgic in some sense.
    Cheers n continue writing ur heart out :)

  4. I actually read ur blog post...poor me :P.
    Jokes aside...Your Blog is like a breath of fresh air ...Impromptu and even nostalgic in some sense.
    Cheers n continue writing ur heart out :)

  5. Sumedh: Lol. Thanks a lot. Yes, I still need to update, will do soon.

  6. I was jst curious to knw whether for all the blog posts u draw the illustrations urself..or u google for them..bcoz illustrations r very relevant to the posts :)...thanks


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