Bits of posts-posted all-in-one to stop spamming your inbox..social service you see.. 
Off late, have been reading many bloggers tea-table-talk about “writers block” Whom are we kidding here? It makes me feel I have a writers diarrhea syndrome.
Okay, back to the point.The first two posts stay put on my drafts for a long time, which is now edited and posted here. And in the last two posts I introduce to you my giggly girls gang-1.
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Post1: Hunger strike @home
11 a.m
War has indeed been declared. I am not planning to talk to anyone at home today or tomorrow or anytime in the near future. My sister is munching some chocolates which my mom had got after her trip to her home in Srilanka. I saw the fridge filled with chocolates. No no, I would not let me be tempted that easily.
11.20 a. m
Hunger strike. I am going to officially announce my hunger strike at home. This is the only way to make my sis and mom understand that I am not really okay with their impossible ways.
11.25:
Mom is making mutton biryani and chicken gravy. My sisie is doing something with the custard powder. Oh she must be getting some dessert ready.
11.35:
Mom is adding spices and ghee to the biryani. It smells .. ummm… delishus is the word.
11.37:
Hunger strike!!! Who did even think of that? Gandhiji? Anna hazare? It’s a test to my strong will . I will not give up..
11.45:
Stomach makes some weird noise. Ignoring it.
Is it hunger? Nope.. no never.. not that easily mel.
12:00
Mom announces that the biryani is put on dum and is ready to be eaten in next 15 mins
12.15:
Sis is right in front of me with the biryani on her plate. I move to the next room so that I could dodge the smell of those yummy yummy biryani
12.30
No matter where I go in my home, I cannot help but smell them. Moving to my neighbors place for some time.
12.35:
I just got settled with my plate of biryani and the juicy chicken. Uffff… mom has touched base with my weak point. Whatever it is, mom is at her best when it comes to biryanis
Ofcourse, I need not say, the hunger strike starts tmrw after my lunch. .
Post2:Rant alert:
Please read at your own risk.
I am far beyond intelligent, only crazy at times.decently educated, decently payed. Ofcourse, how does it matter when it cant get me a rich, very well educated business man who will forget his mom the second he sets his eyes on me?
Since I have reached the ripe age,i.e 23 and don’t have a handy boyfriend, my family including my younger sister, my cousins, my moms 9 other siblings, my dadas 8 other siblings, their families, their kutti potta kutties(Yes,my family multiplied like rabbits)and also my friends and even their friends have started me to hook me up to some random guy.
Ok confession : I am not 23
I am 24
Post3:Balloon shooting
So yesterday, given that it was a month end and cos all of us had turned paupers(read here) twenty days back- we decided to go to marina.
With only fifty rupees each, three of us walked towards the plank for shooting balloons and agreed on a deal. The one who guns down the minimum number of balloons will sponsor for the molaga bajjis to follow.
Me being the heroic of all, shot 7 out of ten..mind you, all targeted ones(no blind shooting)
Roomie2: shot 4/10
Roomie3: after 5 failed rounds, now looked at me with those sad eyes, like a puppy which needed help
I enter the scene now, and give her all the tiny details I knew about this shooting business.
As instructed, She aims at her half brown-half blue balloon. Holds her breath after she sets her target. Fires.
THUDDDD goes the lamp.
She missed her target and shot the lamp besides the balloon. After all the mercy pleading, we were made to sit like an accused in k3 police station.
What next? We had to call one of my roomies boyfriend so that her knight in shining armor came to rescue his damsel(s) in distress and not to forget,we all got our mollaga bajjis too
Post4:Guindy
Disclaimer: You might have to stop reading it here ,if you don’t like any nasty/gross/disgusting jokes.
P.S: Alert again, stop reading if you have any second thoughts about it and stop judging me once your done with your reading.
VENUE: My room
CAST: Anupa –My new malayali roomie Me: the same devilish person
Anupa: Melani, where is “gundy?”
Me:lol…*breaks into a fit of laughter*
Anupa: Whats wrong? *asks me with her jyothika like big eyes*
Me: Ask me again *continues laughing”
Anupa: where is “gundy?”
Finally, after all my laughing was over. I turned back to show her where “gundy” is. You get the drift?
Oh, please don’t give me that glare now ,for posting such cheap blogs
it hurts
Off late, have been reading many bloggers tea-table-talk about “writers block” Whom are we kidding here? It makes me feel I have a writers diarrhea syndrome.
Okay, back to the point.The first two posts stay put on my drafts for a long time, which is now edited and posted here. And in the last two posts I introduce to you my giggly girls gang-1.
.
Post1: Hunger strike @home
11 a.m
War has indeed been declared. I am not planning to talk to anyone at home today or tomorrow or anytime in the near future. My sister is munching some chocolates which my mom had got after her trip to her home in Srilanka. I saw the fridge filled with chocolates. No no, I would not let me be tempted that easily.
11.20 a. m
Hunger strike. I am going to officially announce my hunger strike at home. This is the only way to make my sis and mom understand that I am not really okay with their impossible ways.
11.25:
Mom is making mutton biryani and chicken gravy. My sisie is doing something with the custard powder. Oh she must be getting some dessert ready.
11.35:
Mom is adding spices and ghee to the biryani. It smells .. ummm… delishus is the word.
11.37:
Hunger strike!!! Who did even think of that? Gandhiji? Anna hazare? It’s a test to my strong will . I will not give up..
11.45:
Stomach makes some weird noise. Ignoring it.
Is it hunger? Nope.. no never.. not that easily mel.
12:00
Mom announces that the biryani is put on dum and is ready to be eaten in next 15 mins
12.15:
Sis is right in front of me with the biryani on her plate. I move to the next room so that I could dodge the smell of those yummy yummy biryani
12.30
No matter where I go in my home, I cannot help but smell them. Moving to my neighbors place for some time.
12.35:
I just got settled with my plate of biryani and the juicy chicken. Uffff… mom has touched base with my weak point. Whatever it is, mom is at her best when it comes to biryanis
Ofcourse, I need not say, the hunger strike starts tmrw after my lunch. .
Post2:Rant alert:
Please read at your own risk.
I am far beyond intelligent, only crazy at times.decently educated, decently payed. Ofcourse, how does it matter when it cant get me a rich, very well educated business man who will forget his mom the second he sets his eyes on me?
Since I have reached the ripe age,i.e 23 and don’t have a handy boyfriend, my family including my younger sister, my cousins, my moms 9 other siblings, my dadas 8 other siblings, their families, their kutti potta kutties(Yes,my family multiplied like rabbits)and also my friends and even their friends have started me to hook me up to some random guy.
Ok confession : I am not 23
I am 24
Post3:Balloon shooting
So yesterday, given that it was a month end and cos all of us had turned paupers(read here) twenty days back- we decided to go to marina.
With only fifty rupees each, three of us walked towards the plank for shooting balloons and agreed on a deal. The one who guns down the minimum number of balloons will sponsor for the molaga bajjis to follow.
Me being the heroic of all, shot 7 out of ten..mind you, all targeted ones(no blind shooting)
Roomie2: shot 4/10
Roomie3: after 5 failed rounds, now looked at me with those sad eyes, like a puppy which needed help
I enter the scene now, and give her all the tiny details I knew about this shooting business.
As instructed, She aims at her half brown-half blue balloon. Holds her breath after she sets her target. Fires.
THUDDDD goes the lamp.
She missed her target and shot the lamp besides the balloon. After all the mercy pleading, we were made to sit like an accused in k3 police station.
What next? We had to call one of my roomies boyfriend so that her knight in shining armor came to rescue his damsel(s) in distress and not to forget,we all got our mollaga bajjis too
Post4:Guindy
Disclaimer: You might have to stop reading it here ,if you don’t like any nasty/gross/disgusting jokes.
P.S: Alert again, stop reading if you have any second thoughts about it and stop judging me once your done with your reading.
VENUE: My room
CAST: Anupa –My new malayali roomie Me: the same devilish person
Anupa: Melani, where is “gundy?”
Me:lol…*breaks into a fit of laughter*
Anupa: Whats wrong? *asks me with her jyothika like big eyes*
Me: Ask me again *continues laughing”
Anupa: where is “gundy?”
Finally, after all my laughing was over. I turned back to show her where “gundy” is. You get the drift?
Oh, please don’t give me that glare now ,for posting such cheap blogs
it hurts 
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