The BFF Code

All best friends follow certain rules which make their friendship unique. And of course there are consequences ( which can be good or.....we don't wanna go there ). 

So Here it is THE BFF CODE ...............

• Tell each other everything. Whether immediately or eventually. 

• Share everything ( gossip, makeup, clothes, playstations, star crushes and what not ). But most importantly share food ( the real, unhealthy one ). You also have the right to use their stuff without permission. 

• Cuss words show your love one another. 

• you are the only person who is allowed to insult them ( apart from family of course... your bff's family are your team mates when it comes to pulling their leg ) and you have full right to eliminate competition. 

• Inside jokes are not to be forgotten. Whenever and wherever they come up, it is mandatory for the said BFF's to share a glance and a laugh, no matter how old the joke may be. 

• It is  absolutely necessary to get together in holidays at least twice ( no excuses ). 

• You have the right to act inappropriately in front of them and crack the lamest jokes of all time  without being judged. 

• You are the one responsible to uplift their mood after they are sad or star in fiascos.  

• If they are being mean without any reason, you have the right to confront them and tell them off. 

( these are all the rules in my mind and if you can think up of one do let me know ) 

Game Night

"Hey it's my turn"

"You idiot read the instructions"

"Can we please behave like human beings"

"You seriously don't remember how to play this"

"Oh what a felony I have committed, someone please hang me for not remembering the rules" 

Ah! The joys of another family game knight, with a hyper younger sister, a short tempered mom, a sticler for rules dad and a moody me. But the game we had to choose was life which is like monoply but a heck lot more personal. These were just some of the eloquent comments my family and I passed. But some how I don't think the game would have been that fun had we not been screaming and shouting like it was the battle of sparta rather than a game of life. But hands down I have to admit that the most hilarious part of the night was watching my parents call each other cheaters and show tongues to each other with eyes shut, fingers in their earswill the alternated in poking their tongues and singing 'nanana' like 4 year olds and not soon to be 40 year olds. I'm pretty sure me and my sister were even worse but somehow that makes it all the more fun. Don't you think????

The Big Fat Indian Wedding

The Indian terminology for relatives is more confusing than quantum physics because you don't get away with aunt, uncle, grandparents and grand aunts and uncles and cousins. You have mamu, mami, chachu, chachi, tayaji, taiji, massi, fufu and whatnot and these barely 5% of the relatives maybe even less.  But the fact that  the terminology also differs from family to family and religion to religion is super difficult to grasp unless you've been brought up in India. And a wedding is the place where each and every single relative is present and right now I haven't started on the honary brothers, sisters and every other honary relative......yet. If you're kid whose parents have their own share of male and female cousins you see a different wedding every time. You see the weddings on mom's side of the family and on dad's side of the family you see the wedding as the brides family or as the grooms family. These different sides have their own crazy customs which are super fun to execute. If I started describing an Indian wedding it would take me a week of constant entries. And hence all this for now and maybe another entry later. 

P.S. Guess where I wrote this entry?......That's right at a .....WEDDING 

Land of Swagger

{ Warning!!! This is another lighthearted post and does not promote or discriminate against any belief. Guys I'm sorry but I'll skip this and peace out } 

The world has 133+ countries, and one of them is India. The country India has 29 states and one of them is Punjab , THE LAND OF SWAGGER. This is one thing you don't argue with 'cause you know when Shakespeare secretly came to Punjab in the 1600's , he saw the Punjabi's and went 'Man dis is style. These people got their walk , talk , the handsome locks and the moves all figured out and there is only one word that can describe it and that word is .....SWAGGER'. 

Like only a Punjabi can wear traditional suit along with aviators and still look like the coolest person ever. 

Punjabi's are known for their temper and that is.........completely TRUE. Like if you ask true Indians what a fight between or with Punjabis is like, they'll just look at you with a deadpan and pray for you to never be stuck in a situation like that. And that's because it doesn't matter if the Punjabi loses or wins because everyone knows that no matter how long it takes for them to strike back, they will strike back and when they do their opponent(s) better watch their back. 

And it the same energy of their that makes them the life of the party. They are ready to shake a leg on a song they heard the first time or even do the bhangra on the noise of a generator's motor. 

So I guess what I'm saying is that they are great at having fun and getting crazy and that's why I guess Punjabis are sorta born with SWAGGER. 

Happy 2016 People

Was it just me or did the year  fly by faster than the rest of 'em ?  Looking back on the memories This was a whirlwind of a year with new friends and experiences surpassing the normalcy of the past years. Sooooooo I guess what I'm saying is that while this may mean new beggings it doesn't have to close of the old ones. So guys happy new year and in President Snow's voice *May the odds ever be in your favour * 

The Dilemma of Every Student Ever

Ok, so now I have finally realized that not all subjects give me a headache and let's narrow it down even more that in the subjects that do give me a headache there are only certain chapters which I find completely pointless. But as a student it is my birthright to criticize the present educational system. 

History: Why are we being taught about the stupid decisions of long dead people. It's not I can use necromancy to call on their souls and then destroy them as a way to avenge my ancestors. 

Physics : Apart from teaching about friction and gravity there is absolutely nothing useful taught in this subject. The whole thing is based on assumption and estimation.There is hardly any fact involved and that is the only reason I get ticked off. 

Biology: You teach me my body's working and structure fine great. You teach me the diseases that affect me and the cures fantastic. But what is the point of teaching me the anatomy of a frog or cockroach and all the the creepy crawlers  when the first thing that I will do is reach for my slipper to hit it than identify whether it's a parasite or worm and which minuscule body part is which. 

Maths : Don't even get me started on the x's and y's and all the roots and squares. There will be a single sad and pathetic chapter that deals with real everyday maths and the rest is nonsense which will never help me. 

Well I can go on and on about the cons of the subjects but my thumbs have started aching typing constantly on my phone while I am stuck in an awkward family lunch. Byeeee !!

Head in the Clouds (insert cloud emoji)

So I'm back from my trip to US and at the conference that I attended and it was a great success as I won 2 prizes at the conference ( told you I awesome ). But the catch was that the conference was for just 2 days and the rest of the trip was spent making fun and some regretful memories , which are better buried off in the back of my head. Fifteen of us went Wild , Crazy AND Completely against our Character in school and had a Great time. 

Some of the fun ones were : 

Teaching  our recently acquired friend at the MUN the the the swaggeriest word in the punjabi language 

                     TATTI ( aka POOP ) 

And guess what in Philippines , in the Filipino language it is known as Taei ( so many similarities *sighs and wipes non existent tears* ). 

Partying to the songs sung by a street singer in the middle of the street at Fisherman's Wharf while the rest of the world stopped and stared 'cause we're Awesome. 

THE BUS : Like there are so many hilarious and snortifying incidents that even the Length of the worlds longest written material would fall short in front of it. The time when we literally had dance wars in the aisle and the time when a stink bomb which could give competition to the Hiroshima atom bomb was dropped in the toilet would definitely take the cake though ( yes there was a toilet in the bus, let me tell though the idea of it stinks, literally ). 

And before i get carried away with all the tales this is it for now and I promise the updates would be more regular now.