Shaped Eyebrows and Swollen Eyes

Wow...so I got my eyebrows shaped for the first time in my life and that too, by a beautician.....My god!!!..that beautician is so wonderful....She shaped it so beautifully...Although, I would agree that she could have gave it a little-less-visible shape rather than supermodel-shape....I am not an adult yet, My Fair Lady!!!!....Now my eyebrows are standing even more proudly than me......Hmm...its good..... It Might not be picture-perfect in this photo because I took this photo after a series of Tears...........Hmm, so, .swollen eyes......

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What I am Up to???

Its raining from morning .....When it stops to relax , the wind begins its WHOOSH...Really windy and rainy...God I miss the sun!!!...Now I understand why Bella is crying for the Sun in Twilight......Sun makes my life in an Apple-pie order.....

So, whats up , right???.... Yesterday onwards, I have taken some serious decisions and above that , I'm trying to make it practial......In addition to the Common Law Admission Test - which I'm going to attempt next year- I am going to attempt Civil Service Exam too...So, I have started my preparations....Yesterday evening , I surfed the Internet about The IAS Coaching Centers....I came across one - Naipunya Academy...I don't know if its good,....Anyway I have e-mailed for the fee - structure.......I have started reading yearbook too..........


Then, Good News...I made Biriyani (a rice based dish) yesterday with some help from Mom, of course...It tasted great....I had biriyani today for lunch, as well.......What did I do today, right ??....In the morning I read newspaper.. Then, I saw the movie Shrek Forever After......Good movie!!!....Then, I was able to catch the Grand Finale of Junior Masterchef...I'm so happy ...My favourite Contestant Isabelllaaaa won....Love you Isabella sweety....Congrats!!!


Now , I am browsing the internet to do some quizzes as part of my exam preparations.......Mom's asleep and I got to go......Got to Catch some Quizzes ....Wish me Good Luck!!!

Its raining here , Hallelujah, Its raining here...

 Remember this Song??? Its raining here, Hallelujah....That is happening in my town , too..Its literally raining here .... I took some of these photos from my mom's vegetable garden while it was raining......

It happens every time...All the plants would flower but zero fruits..
How disappointing!! Like this flower...

Ahh!! this is my little jasmine plant...It Flowers sometimes..
So, not disappointed with this one.....

Another view of my jasmine's stem....

Ahh.....this one!! ..She won't stop flowering but Zero fruits...
My neighbour said that it would produce fruits if its female flowers blooms
I don't know about the gender issues with this plant...
What I know is that this creeper is shortly spreading to the roof of our house

Before I reached this one, the rain started pouring here, again...
Hmm...Got to go...Lot of works buddy.....Bye

Granny's Ridiculous Games

Sarah, my cousin....I feel sorry for her...She was brought up in Delhi...Now , she came to kerala to attend Coaching classes for Medicine Entrance...Poor girl! She was sent to a Nun's Hostel in Thrissur....Damn it God!!...Nuns are usually very difficult to tolerate ...Already, they have got a great vengeance towards very girl who is married or likely to get Married...Crazy Indeed!!!....I have met a lot of Nuns who tried to canvass me  into becoming a Nun....And My Delhi-brought up cousin is now send to them.........


After sending her to that Hostel- which had a damn set of rules that went like No Mobile Phones even if you are very new to that atmosphere- my Anti-feminist Grandma instructed her Beloved Sons to not Call her or Visit Her.......Sounds Crazy right????..........The reason is she is not at all cared about her Granddaughter....."Oh! that girl should adjust to those circumstances..It is better not to keep any contact with her so that she won't feel a tendency to leave that hostel ", my grandma said...How convenient! By giving this excuse , she could make a Monster-In-Law fights towards Sarah's Mom as well as she could maintain a good reputation without meeting any raising eyebrows.......


Unfortunately, my Sarah was becoming the victim of all these games....Usually, a very pliable and practical person, Sarah , even  started crying whenever her Mom called to the hostel.......

I came to know about this when My Mom called Sarah's Mom , to know how well Sarah was doing in the new atmosphere.....I was literally shocked to here that Sarah cried...Immediately,. My mom called Sarah's father and advised him to stop following Grandma's ridiculous Children Psychology Instructions...She ordered him to go and visit Sarah........He replied, "that was  exactly what I was telling to Mummy (Grandma)..She was not allowing me to go....."....Mom was really furious when she heard her brother saying that..."How old are you huh??...Can't you take a decision by yourself ??..."Why do you have to look towards Mummy (Grandma) for everything??...", she snapped....Finally , awareness dawned in the head of the Wisest Fool....Thank God....He said , "Yaaa....I'm going to visit Sarah Tomorrow itself.....".....


As me and my Mom expected, he had quarreled with Grandma over this issue...Because, just 2 minutes after his call, Tony Uncle, in other words , A Goonda of my Grandma called my mom  furiously to know if she had said to Sarah's Father that Sarah had cried and blah blah....Mom slowly explained to Tony Uncle what Sarah was going through and asked him to do something for her.....

Finally, both fools understood and I'm sure that both of them would have quarreled with Grandma that night...She might have had a great sleep!!!..Sorry to say this but she deserves it .....Anyway , Sarah's father visited her the next day....She became better after his visit ......Today, her mom is going to her hostel.....God knows if she would decide to let  her child to reside in the hostel or if she would nod to our offer on giving accommodation to Sarah at our home......................



I'm extremely happy if Sarah is coming to stay at our home..... Unfortunately, its far away from her Coaching Centre.......Still, I have a right to pray.....Right guys???

Surprised for not having any Surprise

                        I guess I have to be surprised for not having any surprises...I couldn't get into the top law colleges of India....My rank in the CLAT (Common Law Admission Test) exam is around 2000...So, my name didn't came in the First merit list...God only knows if I would get in the last reshuffled list...When I realised that I couldn't crack CLAT, I cried and asked God on why giving False Promises..I knew I didn't deserve to cry because I didn't even care to study for 1 hour per day...This is simply the outcome of my pride that said - I had and I will Crack any Exam...I was sad because I was losing one year in my life through my fault...For the first few days, I was gave up all my dreams on becoming a Lawyer...Instead, I decided that I would go for teaching...Later, Hope dawned  ...Like my mom said to me , ITs  for my good, ...If I crack CLAT without putting any hardworks, then, I would simply repeat my lazy attitude in the college..That will affect my future...Fruits that are achieved through sheer perseverance and hardwork are even more Sweeter...I  think its time to put away my lazy , lousy attitude and to put my feet down.....

 Anyway, I'm going to repeat CLAT again, in the next year.....Meanwhile, I'm thinking about joining a law college this year and I'm going to attempt CLAT next year....I had started reading newspapers and jotted down important news in my notebook........

Thank You lord!! For giving me this failure...For I Know, Failures are stepping-stones to Success ..

Raising a Boxing Ring

Here, By family I meant not parents but my uncles and grandparents..I have always been and taught to be obedient to grandparents and elders...Last time , when I visited my home , I historically broke the Rules...

My First Fight with my Family......

                                  Well, before getting into the boxing ring , Let me describe about my family...My family is matriarchal and my family members are largely, feminists except my Grandma....Thats the Only Problem in my family...As if that is nothing :P

                                  I went for a visit at my native place after my entrance exams...The first day itself was a bizarre....In the evening, I decided to pay a visit to my childhood-best friend's home..I was wearing a sleeveless top and Capri...Thats when Tony Uncle (The After-Marriage-Turned- Conservative of our Family) said to Grandma  to not allow me to go out in this short dress..My beloved Anti-Feminist Grandma, as if influenced by a spell, came to repeat his words...I was really annoyed..Annoyed , Not on my Grandma's advice but on the Irony Behind it....My Grandma was the most fashionable, classy Lady in our entire region...She made her daughters (my mom too) in absolute trendy dresses including Mini-Skirts at a time, when Ladies in my country was not even allowed  to go out of the house ......And That Grandma is now asking me to change my Knee-length Capri for some other Dress.......Huh???.....I knew that my Grandma didn't have any grudge against my Dress but she simply couldn't resist voicing her Son's complaint.....

                                   I was totally ferocious....First of all, Tony Uncle who was a feminist until his marriage to a conservative girl was actually indirectly asking me to dress-up like his bride's family....I belong to my family and I'm only asked to keep my family's Standard and lifestyle....Secondly, this was coming from my Super-Model Grandma who was appeasing her Son right now......

                                   Breaking all my obedience rules, I snapped at Them.....I said , "this dress doesn't have any problem...From where did you get this New Culture from??...." Then, I made my exit by saying , "Don't think I am unaware of the facts...I have seen my mom and all wearing a Mini-Skirt in the photos when they were young....."...My Grandma replied in a defensive tone..."Well, they wore it only in few occasions.....!!!" ....(few?...Isn't that enough?...)..I opened the door and turned ,only to see my audiences' frozen faces, and then, closed the door behind me....As I closed the door, suddenly , I heard a big commotion from inside....Without turning back, I went straight to my friend's house......

                                    I was desperate and depressed...I wasn't able to make a friendly conversation with my friend, Hanza... I hope I didn't bore her to death...Anyway, I came back  home...I was really worried at what's going to happen...Tony Uncle was not there..Thank God!!!....Grandma was in her usual mood...Wow, double advantage!!!....I quickly ringed up my mother and said to her that I was sad....She asked me to stay there till Saturday.."Saturday ??", I gasped...

                                    Like I expected, I wasn't going to be exculpated...When Tony Uncle got back, He was really frustrated and sad that I snapped at him..So, again, for 5 minutes , he preached about Decency...This time I let him win..I simply said to myself like DR.Manmohan Singh (PM of India) said, "Sometimes , Silence is Golden...."

My House

                                                                          This is my house in Muvattupuzha (a beautiful town near Cochin , in the God's Own Country - Kerala)....It entails a lot of Haunted Stories too..
Coming Up Next....Until then, Bye....(Got to go guys...Its pray time in my house...Mom's waiting for me)