hmmm......no more joblessness....no more sitting and writing posts for the blog till the wee hours of morning......no more trying out useless recipes.....yea, i m a francis babe now....ok so shifting the focus on THE ST.FRANCIS COLLEGE....

About the college : hot chics ...( but no guys...hehe..!!) .....awesome canteen..( loved the chinese noodles...aha..!!) ....few happy go lucky frenz ...( hardly five or six of them..) and some huge portions to study...( feeling the weight on mi head already..)....

I kinda got adjusted ....its strange but i m feeling very comfortable in the college...and the worst thing about the college is getting lost.....man..!! we've gotta shift our class after every damn period...!!

Enjoying the liberties....liberty of sitting in any corner of the campus...no restriction on cellphones...now that's something really cool....!! and lecturers are really sweet....trying their best to make us feel at home....I liked all of them .... cooperative people....

GOOD NEWS..: Mu ha ha ha...no ragging....i m feeling lucky....they have printed in bold letters everywhere around the campus..." ragging is strictly prohibited and punishable under law" ....mu ha ha....seniors are scared of us now....wondering y..? we have the liberty to complain against them even if they try to give a hint of ragging...mu ha ha ha...

yes i m travelling by bus now...(till the college bus starting..) and i tell you its such a pain ....getting squeezed those between lady sumo wrestlers....and almost on the verge of falling on poor people every time the driver applies the brake.....ohh god...!! terrible i say...but then there's still something nice about travelling in the bus..i know its ironical but that's how i m feeling about it...

And looks like chemistry has decided not to leave me ....periodic table, properties, organic, p-block' d-block.....cant help but to do well in these stuff for the coming three years.....man...bsc is not so easy...its degree after all....cant expect decreased levels from it...biochem is nice...sounds very interesting ... and thats all....looking for some real gud action to happen in the years to come....and even looking forward to some gud marks this time...dad promised a nice phone on that condition....

Please God bless me....i need them from you ....

Sporting a chef's hat...!!

As I was switching channels in the idiot box....A lady was whipping up a desert which caught my eye....She called it a "chocolate biscuit fudge.."( how yummalicious does that sound....mmmm...)As I was watching her put the icing on it...my mind went into a different world......Yes, it was the grip of excessive lust...(lust for the fudge...you corrupt minds..!!!) and it was the right moment to romanticize....

There was only two of us ........the fudge and me....what a moment it was....my teeth sank into the brown delicacy....and i forgot the world around me....

.......And I narrated all this to my dearest mum...with the useless expectation that she would make it for me....(yeah...!! it was useless..!!) and predictably she uttered this with a rude tone.." My dear shameless 18 year old....,If you are so much interested in indulging in a fudge...,then why dont you make it yourself....!!" and then my ego rose...(i wish this ego came to me before the board exams....) and I decided to make the fudge myself.....

Yes I made efforts to accomplish my mission...I downloaded the recipe from the internet ....bought all the ingredients myself....and definitely i couldnt take any help...(for that bloody ego's sake...)

The operation was one hour long...and then in the evening after dinner....the desert was awaited.....and zzzzzzzzzzuuuuuuuupppp..!! dad gulped it down....and he only said ,"the desert was not bad, but my dear daughter you behave as if you have conquered an empire...." And their was a hillarious laugh between the father and daughter....!!!

Here's how my much talked about fudge looked like....

I dont think i can fool you so much...hehe...!! i m kiddin...i better not put the pic of "mi fudge"...
ITS SCARY....!!!

I still remember the first day I saw her ….the serenity of her smiling face and that glow in her eyes…. I felt such a deep respect and affection for her …
I touched her feet and took her blessings and it was such a heavenly feeling…This was three years ago when I was a really demure figure who spoke only when absolutely necessary….I was so full of awe for her….I knew she would be a fabulous teacher…yea she was my favourite teacher Mrs.Kulkarni….the one whose words I took to be law…and these words gave me the killer instinct to work harder and excel in mathematics…my relationship with this subject has been on rocks right from when I was a kid…I just hated math like anything…and had this terrible phobia from math which I could recover only because of this teacher…But more than her prowess in the subject, I liked her because she was a great motivator…and actually very stringent about margins in the copy, lines after every problem, figures with pencil and neat handwriting and thank god I was good at all of them except for solving the problems…hehe..!! and I don’t know why but even if my marks went down she was never annoyed with me…she always liked me... she always shared things with me which she did not do with any other student …Moreover some were too scared to talk to her about anything other than the subject related queries…she taught me for three years and frankly I liked her more than my school math teachers…
But in twelfth standard I could see that she was compromising on her rules... She didn’t care if people were using pens to draw the figures…and even I was going through a severe emotional crisis…and that also in the most crucial year of life…(I have described about it in so many posts) …So my studies suffered badly, and I became terrible in math again…(sad story aint it ?? I know...)
But the only thing which drove me to write this post is the telephone conversation

which I had with Ma’am two or three days ago..one thing she said just moved me…she said

“ Though you are my student , I always considered you as my friend”…what else can a student wish to hear from her favourite teacher….

A page from the diary of a Star...!!

Monday

June 4,2007

11:30 pm

Dear diary...,

Yeah I finally got married to my long time boyfriend….and the marriage was more of a national television programme on news channels…

I mean they were present everywhere we went…to the temples where we went with our families or the parties where we hanged out together…and the next day ......there would be articles and pictures in the dailies…..Is she going to marry him..?? Are they engaged..? Why did she postpone her shoots and attend his birthday party ?

why to interfere with our personal life like this…we are also humans…we also need privacy in our personal lives….? Why publicise our marriage like this…?
Of all things they even interviewed the caterers we had hired…and they asked…how do you feel to be catering for such big stars’ marriage..? I mean that is more than ridiculous…the guys are paid for it, and obviously they’ll be happy …

Well, wat else can be done other than just laughing at these things… thank god my husband and my in laws are actors and so I don’t think I’ll be the only victim…!!

I can just imagine what kind of questions will be asked to me the first time I make a public appearance after the marriage….Madam how do you feel after getting married..? blah blah… This is the price we have to pay for our stardom…I have probably got habituated to it…

Talking of the marriage …. Everything went on successfully…I was nervous…it’s a big responsibility…being actors there are even more expectations…but the rites and rituals were damn tedious..!! wearing such heavy things and with so much make up…and sitting with that fire for such long hours definitely exhausted me….but after all its an Indian marriage…how could it be a low profile one…

I hope to spend as much time as possible with my hubby…coz I know how busy we’ll be after we resume our work….but I know for sure that I will be holidaying till the next month…and then we are back to our routine lives….

Goodnight diary