:'(

well..this post is actually an obituary..for my dear old computer which died out a couple of months back. i have no clue where to begin from!! :( cos he was so dear to me..the comp.. :(
now..replacing my dear "old" (literally!) comp is a young n smart pc with a wide LCD screen. and i dont know why, but i hate him to the core! :( i miss you..my old comp..:(

so..here goes five things i miss about you. <3*

1. the poor sound systems. the loose contacts. i miss the way i used to be annoyed when my favorite song stops just like that because of those stewpid loose contacts with the sound system.
n now..when i sit back..enjoying the songs from this comp,i wait for the music to stop (n for me to be annoyed! lol..) but that never happens..this new comp is so perfect..dammit! x(

2.The poor monitor. the way it goes all black..abruptly..when i'm watching this favourite video of mine.. =P
the new screen is so wide that it takes like about a minute to just look from one end to the other! :( my old comp's screen was so small n cute. i miss that! :(

3.He improved my typing skills! :)* i love him hell a lot for that! <3
the letters in the keyboard werent visible..the whole keyboard was so worn out! due to my constant hitting n scratching on it of course.. =P n i had to make wild guesses on which key is for which letter.. =P lol.

4.Ow..n the CPU thingy..i used to hit him real hard at times..:( the UPS that gave weird screeching noises whenever the power went off..i miss him big time! :((

5.The mouse with coloured lights. :) which i looked at,with great curiosity,as a kid..

Well..that's it i guess. :( i miss you so much!!
you were so imperfect..and wonderfully weird. :)

Arent there any critics around?. :O

bah..my blog's been so *dead* these days..innit?. :(
People like caroline have been constantly pissing me off asking me when i'm gonna update my blog..and i'm tired breaking all the promises i made to her..so..caro..here you go! :) 
Okay..now that i've decided to update my blog..One thing that struck me was that i was totally topic less..what to write about?. :(  I almost gave up the idea of updating my blog and started going through the comments when a thought struck me. THERE WERE NO CRITICISMS! only comments like "i love your blog".."its ossum"..n all that.. :( .. everyone needs a change..dont they?. it annoyed me..like totally!
 I remember my dad happily reading the criticisms about his article in a magazine..that surprised me back then..how come he was happy that someone criticized him?. :O weird.. i thought.
but now i guess can understand that.

Inviting healthy criticisms. :) :)

 Love you all! <3

My diary :)

i was searching through for my i pod in my cupboard..and it was a whole lot of mess..all my clothes,posters,wallet,slam books and millions of other teeny-weeny things had formed a huge heap inside my cupboard.i was shaking and shifting that huge heap of my stuff when something fell down with a thud.i looked down to see the long-forgotten diary of mine. [oww..dun think dat i'm a regular diary writer or anythn! :p i hav taken resolutions for lyk..millions of times..dat i'd write my in my diary everyday..i'd either be lazy about writing or else i'd just forget that i've got 2 write..i srsly envy people who write diaries daily..i wish i could do dat too! :( ] 

then i flipped through the pages of my diary..it had all kinds of things..lyrics from my favourite song,graffiti,my thoughts and what not.? :P and i bet you wont believe me when i tell you this.but the first few entries in my diary were written when i was nine or something..:P seriously! [now..isnt dat kinda weird.? keeping the same diary for lyk..7 years or something.?and i'm just waiting for dis diary to get over so that i can just take my favourite diary out n start writing in that! i hav a whole lot of diaries wimme..:P :) :D well..me finishing that diary.? i dun think that's gonna happen..that would take..years..decades.. centuries..:Por whatever..a very long time,that's what i mean..]
My diary is so very special as it has my entries as a nine year old..and till now..oops..dont think that its a gigantic diary to fill my whole school life into it.its like,a collection of,very random,discontinuous entries..and its almost like 5 or 6 entries per year..yea..seriously!! :P [by now,you'd noe dat i'm a lazybone! :P ;]
and the things i've written in there..omg..they're all so embarrassing! [i get embarrassed with almost everything..but this isnt like that! there r some real embarrassing stuff in there..trust me!! ]
but even though all those entries are super-embarrassing,they are really special in some weird way.its almost like i have a time turner with me and i am reliving my past years..:) I laughed at the stewpid and silly things i used to cry for,as a kid. [when i was nine,i had a contest with my classmate for the maximum number of "good"s on my notebook..and sadly,i lost the conto by the difference of one "good"..:( :P
and i kinda caused a havoc in the class.i cried n made scenes n what not.? :P
and then in 6th grade,i cried because i was made the class monitor! ]
my stomache ached..laughing at all this.! :p  
but some entries..i almost cried reading them..seriously..the fun i had with my old friends..my old school..life at chalakudy.. how much miss all that!
And it felt really weird when i realized that i laughed reading the things i cried about..and i cried reading about the fun..the laughter! [now..isnt this real bizarre.? ]

And i sat on my bed for god knows how long..reading..thinkin'..staring at the pages..:)
ow..my diary is truly amazing..:P I could actually see the tiny little me grow reading that! [or lets say.."evolve"] into what i am now.. :) 

"what's in a name.? " "EVERYTHING"

i totally hate my name.. "MEDHA.V" [the initial "v" makes it worse..duh!!]  n there are clear reasons why..
okay..let me tell you the "history" behind my stewpid name..[most of you might know it..but still..:P ]
my parents used to live in Pune before i was born..n i guess they used to love the life there.."medha" is a very common name over there. [even the name of the doctor who checked my mom when she had me was medha!]
so when i was born,they named me "medha" as a remembrance of pune n their life there..now now,how cruel.. :(
just because they like the place,they cant name their kid [aka meh!! =) ] with the weirdest name of the place!!
i've always hated my name and i still do..but mom n dad claim that there's no name better than this one..DUH!!
they could have named me with cute names..like.."iris" or something..:( why MEDHA.?!
something that makes me hate my name even more is the way people pronounce it..sometimes it would be "metha" [which embarrasses me to the core..] and "megha" the most common..i get so pissed off when people mispronounce my name..mispronouncing makes my name sound horribler!! [is there anything horribler thab the word horribler.?! naw..i dont think so..=P thats the limit! ]
and the initials..omg..! "V" :((  sometimes people read my name and my initial together.."MEDHAVI"  [which means "leader" in malayalam..] i even had a teacher in my 5th grade who was like.."hmm..medhavi..thats your name? your name has it! i think i should make you the class leader!"  i thought she was joking..but omg..she was serious..she made me the class monitor the next day..and i proved to be the worst class monitor ever.! :P
[i talked along with the other students!! :P class monitor had the license to talk..:P]
and there's another teacher who made me a member of the school environmental club or something of the sort because my name was medha..["wow..your name is medha! nice name nice name..i should surely make you a member of the environmental club..after all your name comes after the great environmentalist medha patkar..you know!" ]
people always compare me to medha patkar when they hear my name..me n medha patkar..yea! :O
i feel so "i-dunno-what" when i hear that..[not that i hate medha patkar or anything..i love her n the passion with which she speaks! :) its just that i hate being compared! with anyone..be it in a good sense or bad..i hate it..]
 and i remember another teacher who misread my "medha" as "mehta" and asked me if was a north indian n whether "mehta" was my surname..n i remember standing infront of her like a stone..not able to bear my embarrassment!
and my name is so rare [especially in kerala..] that you never find another person with your name..i envy all those with very common names because they can see their names on boards,as names of bakeries, as the name of a film heroine, names of restaurants,gift shops..:[ i've never seen "medha" anywhere! but yes..once i've seen a flourescent orange bus with bright blue writing on it.."MEDHA TRAVELS" i was overjoyed seeing that! i was happy the whole day! :D i actually saw my name on a bus..unbelievable! :P
and i even managed to find a girl whose name is "medha"..my dad's friend's daughter..hehhee..:D
i felt so happy to know that her name was medha too! :P

but then..there's another name i totally love! :) n thats "medz"..
err..who named me "medz".?  ehem ehem..its me who invented that name..for myself..:P  [pretty cool..huh?] more than the way it sounds..i like the fact that it was ME who started that out.and i wanted people to call me that.so from one fine morning,i started calling myself "medz"..:) [and that felt so damn good! :)] i started signing in people's slam books as "medz"..i changed my orkut name to "medz"..
so slowly my friends started calling me that..they started saving my number in their phones with the name "medz"..they wrote in my slam book.."dear medz" n stuff like that..:P
but then..everyone aint good at pronouncing "medz"..some of my besties are damn good at it though..especially kitty..i love it when she calls me medz! :) hers is the "perfectest" pronounciation in d whole wide world..:P [i mean the way she says "medz"..nothin else! :P ]
and guess what.? people even started making nicknames out of "medz"..like "medzie" n all..:P
hehhee..:D i know it sounds real weird..but its way better than "medha"! :P

Favourite ♥ w.o.r.d ♥

would it sound weird if i tell you that my favorite word and its "butterfly" .? [what.? you have a favorite what.? WORD.? are you in kindergarten.?  ]
believe it or not..recently i have become what you call an 'ardent admirer' [is that the right word.? =O err..] of the word "butterfly".. :)
i dont know why i'm crazy about this word..maybe because butterflies are one of the very few things in nature that amazes me..there's something charming about a butterfly..the striking colors and the swift flutter of its wings..
the best thing about the word is that it is a combo of two very very cute words.."butter" and "fly".. :)
'Butter' reminds me of the times when my grandmother gave me a handful of freshly taken butter..i remember gulping down the first handful and asking her for more..
and about 'fly'..for me fly = freedom..floating in air carefree!
i wonder why butterflies were named this way..i can agree with the 'fly' part..but what about 'butter'.?
[any ideas..anyone.? :) I'd love to know your version! ]
i pondered over these stewpid things all day long..and ended up being totally clueless..i felt silly..like totally!
a few days after that,i felt so happy when i found out that one of besties has a favorite word too! when i asked her what her favourite word was..she told me dat its "estewpedee" .. for a moment i thought that it was some complicated word i havent even heard of..but the next thing my bestie told made me burst out with laughter..it was not even a word..and she seemed so sad about it..paavam..=P

friends..forever..:)

tight as a knot we're bound together
although we're young we'll promise to be friends forever..
you are a gem..so precious and rare..

you convert my tears to smiles..
you lend me your shoulders to cry on
and you hold me tight when i'm shaken..

we spent our days together with joy and glee
we laughed till our stomaches ached..
and we did the craziest of things together..

walking in the rain..
fighting for a cornetto..
the laughter..the fun..the pranks played at school..

you made my life colourful..
you made each day seem new..
made my life woth living..

but as i look back..i think..
what have i done for you..
and i find no answers..i'm totally clueless..

i may not always see it
when you stumble and fall..
i may not always know it
when you're helpless and there's noone for you to call..
i may not always hear you
when you cry in bed at night..

you may not always like me
and we wont just get along..
sometimes i may screw things up
and would never admit that i was wrong
i know that i'm nowhere near perfect..

but i promise you..
that i'll stick with you through thick and thin..
i'll be there..to mend your broken heart
and to try and make you smile..
'cos you gave me memories so vivid..
and i ought to pay back for those..


this one'x foe kitty n geet..my bezties at skul.!
i miss yew so very mch! :(

the lamest article eva written! :P

i was heading to go to bed when i suddenly remembered that i had my chemistry to complete.it was already 9.30 and i had just returned
after my tuitions.one part of my brain kept telling me.."medz! you know that you're tired..why care about that goddamn assignment.? go SLEEP!!"  at the same time..another part told me.."dont you dare not do the assignment! you've got to do it darling.! "
i yearned to sleep on my warm and cozy bed..i was so very lazy.!
but then the goodie-good part of me made me head to my study table.i started working out my chemistry numericals.i aint getting anything! >X
mann..i'm damned.! :(    >X
err..wait..i think i know this one.my brain had just come to the right track when a piercing sound stopped me.it came from my clock!
yea..my pink mickey mouse clock had just started beeping..violently!!
now now..my clock aint like this all the time..its a creepy cute pink thing that sits at the extreme left corner of my studytable.i ignore it..like totally! i dont even look at it to check the time..:P [ i run downstairs to look at the clock in the drawing room instead! i noe..this is insane..]
now this stupid thing has stolen all my attention for the first time since i bought that thing!
and the noise it was creating..was unbearable!! omg! it kinda pierced through my eardrum..
mm..okay..i can fix this thing..i thought
then i fumbled on the keys and buttons at its back.no use!! it just continued beeping..on and on..n this irritated me to death!
okay..there;s got to be some other way..i thought..and then i hit hard behind that damn thing with feeble hopes that those beeps would stop..somehow..
but it didnt do any good! except for that red mark on my palm..
now i was totally pissed off..those beeps reminded me of reality shows where we'd only hear a beep when people shouted swear words at each other.i even felt that the clock had some solid grudge on me..n it was taking revenge by yelling swear words at me..
[how insanely lame..isnt it.?! :O this is the extent to which my imagination goes when i'm crazy! :P ]
my iritation grew out of bounds..i couldnt concentrate on chemistry anymore..so here i am writing this crazily stewpid and totally silly thing
about my pink clock..:P yea..my clock..:O eww..