I haven't forgotten about you!
I've decided that I'm going to offer advice.
So e-mail me at roshan.sethi@gmail.com with questions, and I'll respond with advice.
No, really.
PS Or I'll make one up!
PPS: I'm really bored.
_
The subject header for this entry is largely directed at my blog.
I've been...er...busy at school lately, what with everything, you know, collapsing on top of me.
*sigh*
I had always been told that Grade 12 was easier than Grade 11; that in fact, Grade 11 was the hardest of them all. Now, having overcome the collosus that was Grade 11, I feel like I'm staring at another, greater mountain that I have only even begun to climb. Everything- all my major assignments, SAT studying, tests, university applications- seems to be coming at the same time.
The point of all these commiserations is the following:
BEWARE OF GRADE 12.
_
Which, of course, reminds me of a wonderful Roald Dahl story (called "Beware of the Dog"). It's really quite good, despite requiring historical knowledge of World War II. Find the story here .
In fact, Roald Dahl's short stories are nothing short of brilliant- and often overlooked, at that. The fact that his writing endeared so well to children- a fickle audience at the best of times- is only testament to how clever he is.
Same with Dr. Suess. Now there was talent.
_
I suppose a description of Temptation 2004 is required. If only as a form of catharsis.
Kiff, twin, family and I went, as one party (despite Kiff seeming out of place-being non-indian and all) to this event which was supposed to furnish the hottest new Bollywood stars. Live! In Person!, the commercials that flooded our televisions exclaimed, accompanied by beatific pictures of indian movie stars in various poses.
It was very nearly a no-brainer that our family wanted to go- we're Indian, and we love Bollywood( no, the two aren't always synonymous).
For some reason, however, that I am yet unable to divine, Kiff also wanted to attend. She first forwarded her proposal over a rousing MSN conversation under the guise of a psuedojoke. I didn't store the convo, but it's interesting to observe my transition from bemused to shocked and alternately thrilled. Even then, I didn't really believe her.
She brought it up again, however, in real life and I realized- finally- that she was being sincere.
Getting the tickets proved to be difficult. Our family had already ordered and received the tickets, and were quite content with them. Despite the msn convo, I hadn't really thought that Kiff wanted to go.
So we had to contact the smarmy organizer about getting new tickets.
The organizer decided to put me on hold for an inordinately long time (there wasn't even hold music!), with his cellphone conveniently placed so that I could hear all of his business transactions. After hearing him sell three tickets, he finally picked up (probably thinking that he had proven to me how important he was) and after much wrangling, refused to do anything about the situation.
So I called TicketMaster (who through some stroke of fortune were selling the tickets) and was able to find a seat for Kiff not too far away from us. I figured we could trade.
Finally, we got to the actual event which turned out to be packed.
When we walked through security, all of us were checked (quite rigorously I might add) except for Kiff. We had to put our hands up, so we looked like scarecrow mannequins, were demanded if we had a camera on our person, and were frisked- Kiff, on the other hand, merely smirked at them and swept through without even being asked a single question.
Maybe it was because she was caucasion. On that note, there were plenty of caucasions at the event- most of them, however, turned out in traditional Indian clothing. Except for Kiff. She dressed up like a swedish native (not even kidding).
The event itself was OK. It was really quite mediocre to be honest. Apparantly, there is some subversive desire in Bollywood to be modern- to this end, all of the participating stars decided to wear very revealing clothing. For the love of God, there were children there! It was risque in every sense of the term- I hate what's happening to Indian cinema. Whatever happened to serenading people, dancing around trees and fighting seven (7) villans at the same time?
_
I'm going to take a page from another blog I've read.
I have several gmail invitations- if you want one, all you have to do is write a haiku poem and e-mail it to me at roshan.sethi@gmail.com
Please?
_
I founded something at my school, recently. Yay!
I am impossibly excited about it and where it might possibly go.
So e-mail me at roshan.sethi@gmail.com with questions, and I'll respond with advice.
No, really.
PS Or I'll make one up!
PPS: I'm really bored.
_
The subject header for this entry is largely directed at my blog.
I've been...er...busy at school lately, what with everything, you know, collapsing on top of me.
*sigh*
I had always been told that Grade 12 was easier than Grade 11; that in fact, Grade 11 was the hardest of them all. Now, having overcome the collosus that was Grade 11, I feel like I'm staring at another, greater mountain that I have only even begun to climb. Everything- all my major assignments, SAT studying, tests, university applications- seems to be coming at the same time.
The point of all these commiserations is the following:
BEWARE OF GRADE 12.
_
Which, of course, reminds me of a wonderful Roald Dahl story (called "Beware of the Dog"). It's really quite good, despite requiring historical knowledge of World War II. Find the story here .
In fact, Roald Dahl's short stories are nothing short of brilliant- and often overlooked, at that. The fact that his writing endeared so well to children- a fickle audience at the best of times- is only testament to how clever he is.
Same with Dr. Suess. Now there was talent.
_
I suppose a description of Temptation 2004 is required. If only as a form of catharsis.
Kiff, twin, family and I went, as one party (despite Kiff seeming out of place-being non-indian and all) to this event which was supposed to furnish the hottest new Bollywood stars. Live! In Person!, the commercials that flooded our televisions exclaimed, accompanied by beatific pictures of indian movie stars in various poses.
It was very nearly a no-brainer that our family wanted to go- we're Indian, and we love Bollywood( no, the two aren't always synonymous).
For some reason, however, that I am yet unable to divine, Kiff also wanted to attend. She first forwarded her proposal over a rousing MSN conversation under the guise of a psuedojoke. I didn't store the convo, but it's interesting to observe my transition from bemused to shocked and alternately thrilled. Even then, I didn't really believe her.
She brought it up again, however, in real life and I realized- finally- that she was being sincere.
Getting the tickets proved to be difficult. Our family had already ordered and received the tickets, and were quite content with them. Despite the msn convo, I hadn't really thought that Kiff wanted to go.
So we had to contact the smarmy organizer about getting new tickets.
The organizer decided to put me on hold for an inordinately long time (there wasn't even hold music!), with his cellphone conveniently placed so that I could hear all of his business transactions. After hearing him sell three tickets, he finally picked up (probably thinking that he had proven to me how important he was) and after much wrangling, refused to do anything about the situation.
So I called TicketMaster (who through some stroke of fortune were selling the tickets) and was able to find a seat for Kiff not too far away from us. I figured we could trade.
Finally, we got to the actual event which turned out to be packed.
When we walked through security, all of us were checked (quite rigorously I might add) except for Kiff. We had to put our hands up, so we looked like scarecrow mannequins, were demanded if we had a camera on our person, and were frisked- Kiff, on the other hand, merely smirked at them and swept through without even being asked a single question.
Maybe it was because she was caucasion. On that note, there were plenty of caucasions at the event- most of them, however, turned out in traditional Indian clothing. Except for Kiff. She dressed up like a swedish native (not even kidding).
The event itself was OK. It was really quite mediocre to be honest. Apparantly, there is some subversive desire in Bollywood to be modern- to this end, all of the participating stars decided to wear very revealing clothing. For the love of God, there were children there! It was risque in every sense of the term- I hate what's happening to Indian cinema. Whatever happened to serenading people, dancing around trees and fighting seven (7) villans at the same time?
_
I'm going to take a page from another blog I've read.
I have several gmail invitations- if you want one, all you have to do is write a haiku poem and e-mail it to me at roshan.sethi@gmail.com
Please?
_
I founded something at my school, recently. Yay!
I am impossibly excited about it and where it might possibly go.
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