30 Sexy Pin Up Fringe Girl Hairstyles

Esteemed chums and chumettes.

I never ever thought that I'd feel sleepy at 9.34 pm. Wow. This when my day usually stars; by the time I'm finally done with my studies and my important time-wasting activities.

The thing is, today was (my first ever) MUN. Hurrah!

For those of you who don't know, MUN stands basically for a Model United Nations. An-

One day later.

An? I have no idea. The point of everything is that the MUN was AWESOME. I was in the MOM (Ministry Of Magic) Committee, and our agenda was debate over resurrection of the Dark Lord, post the events of the Triwizard Tournament. I was originally Bertha Jorkins, then Albert Runcorn, and ultimately I was Rita Skeeter (long story). It was brilliant, and I got a verbal mention. (I thought that was the same as a special mention and ran up to the stage to collect my award, only to realize that a verbal mention is...well.. a verbal mention,)

We had a DJ party after that, and for those of you who know and care (i.e. none) I'm a terrible dancer, so naturally, it was a hoot. I may never be able to walk again though, but that's a different story.

Ten days later

Good Evening to one and all. I am once again back to my usual, insomniac self. It is one in the morning, so naturally, I'm blogging because

(a) My pink-and-silver nails make a very pretty tapping noise against the keyboard
(b) Isn't the first reason good enough?

Technically today is Sunday, but if I put up a Sunday post after a long absence, people start stuff like Stop with the negativity and then I have to curl up with my dog and feel sorry for myself for a very long time (Just kidding, I appreciate criticism. Ish. Hahahahaha. No, I really do. As much as I appreciate double Physics classes. HAHAHAHAHAHAH okay seriously. I do though.).

Anyway, day before was Diwali, ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Diwali if you're lost) which means of course like every Diwali, the following happened -

1. I threw approximately 45,000 tantrums because it was a bad hair day (i.e. a normal day for Kapoorni)
2. I bought a toy gun and broke and/or misplaced it within fifteen minutes
3. I burned my hand(s)

It was still fun because I love festive times since it's an excuse to drink all the soft drinks my mother keeps in the fridge for guests who might visit (who ultimately have to have carrot juice).

In other news, I started reading my mother's favourite book Gone With The Wind but the protagonist in the book has a seventeen inch waist and that just makes me feel bad about myself, so I decided to use this as positive motivation and work hard to become thin and dainty like Scarlett O'Hara.

LOL, no, I felt bad for a little while, then had some chocolate cookies and read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory instead.

Honestly though I really do need to start working out soon since my badminton time usually gets eaten up by study-time. I secretly google things like how to get abs in three days and how to get complexion like Emma Stone but after reading all the wikihow insturctions, I just give up and have another glass/bit of pepsi/chocolate(s).

Note 1 - All this googling has to be done in secret since I once googled a very, very embarrassing thing, and even today whenever I type 30... in the search box, it always comes up. I am not going to tell you what it is. It's very sad.

Note 2 - Oh, alright. It was 30 Sexy Pin Up Fringe Girl Hairstyles

Too Many Rulers Spoil The...Whatever

The only difference between having and not having an exam the next day is that you can do random stuff during the latter and not feel guilty about it. My point (somehow) is that my exams are over!

Anyway, I'm supposed to be working for the MUN I'm attending in two weeks, so of course I'm watching How I Met Your Mother bloopers at the moment.

Also, also, ALSO, a few weeks ago, my blog crossed 4,100 views! If you're reading this, you're awesome. If you're not reading this..well..you're still awesome. But read too. It's fun(ish).

I was going to though my drafts yesterday, and I discovered an entire post I'd never gotten around to posting, so here is something I wrote about a month ago -

One Month Earlier

It is currently 6.05 am. I have a football match in an hour and twenty five minutes. I'm sitting here, looking down at my yellow and blue flowered shorts, wondering if I should pack an extra pair if these tear.

Good thinking.

I'll pack two extra pairs. Maybe three. Ooh, maybe those cute pink ones.

Thirteen hours and one football match later

I managed to not tear my shorts! Hurrah! Butterbeer all around! Also, we won the match! I thought I would drop dead halfway through the match, but I somehow (miraculously) managed to stay alive. I may never be able to move again though. (Funny story, we ended up winning all the matches!)

Anyway, I have my Chemistry test tomorrow, meaning of course I'm completely hyper and anxious right now, like I am before every damn test. Ah, Keeping Your Cool 101 not brought to you by Kapoorni. (This is the one in which I managed to get everything right except for one damn numerical, and I would've gotten that right too had KFH not traumatised me with his superpowers of flying spit mere hours before the test.)

The point (kind of) is this, that it made remember a story from my 10th grade Physics final.

It was a warm day in February. Wait, March? I'm not sure. In fact I think it was winter time, and it was a cold day. Okay, scratch that. It was a coldish day in February or maybe March. I was studying for my Physics final the next day, when I remembered that I did not have a ruler, which I would almost definitely be needing the next day (spoiler alert - I wouldn't). Anyway, I called up Izzy, and asked her if she would be kind enough to lend me a ruler perhaps? Izzy said that she did not have a ruler either, but she had a protractor, which is of course, not even nearly the same thing, but I substitute just about anything for a ruler, (my badge, a bookmark, my finger) so I said that it would do. Izzy promised to leave it out for me, and I could come collect it in the morning.

I have the remembering capacity of Dory from finding Nemo, (ie none) so being the lovable fool that I am, I called up Marshmallow too, and told her to bring an extra ruler for me in the bus, which she said she would.

Come the next morning, my mother went to fetch the protractor from Izzy's house, but returned instead with a set square. (What.) Beggar can't be choosers, so I told my mother that the set square would do. Besides, I had managed to fish out an old ruler and a protractor from my own bag.

Counting - A Test

How many rulers/substitutes did I have by now?

Two rulers, one was mine, one was Marshmallow's, a protractor (mine) and Izzy's setsquare 

Okay, you follow that? If you do, give yourself a pat on the back.

Anyway, the next morning, I was sitting in the bus, slightly bewildered by all my rulers/substitutes, trying to do some last minute revision, when our bus stopped suddenly a few feet away from the local market. One of the conductors got down and ran towards a stationary shop, from where I frequently got stuff. I looked at my watch and frowned. Some idiot kid had probably forgotten some stationary and we were being to made to suffer. Why can't students be more responsible?

 I shook my head and asked the driver what was wrong. He threw me a dirty look but before I could ask him what was wrong (we were the best of friends, he had once told me a very long story about some animal, or maybe his kid, I couldn't really understand but I nodded and smiled all the same, so such cold behaviour was  towards me was rare), the conductor came back, carrying with him a very long ruler and a normal sized ruler, both freshly bought. He stopped for breath and came and stood in front of me.

I look astonished. Surely, surely these were not for me? How did the conductor even know that I needed them? Had the ruler-goddess descended down to Earth? Had the conductor read my mind? Just as I was going to ask him whether he was a Legilimens, he explained to me that my mother had called the driver up this morning and explained my apparent ruler-less situation to him.

I hate it when she does this, she often forgets the social boundaries one has to maintain with one's school bus driver, and she often crosses it. I have often woken up from nightmares including her and driver having long conversations on the phone, but no one understands my pains.

So, anyway that is how I wound up with four rulers, a protractor, and one set square, out of which I used none.

The End.

Barcelona Diaries Minus The Barcelona Bit

Chums and chumettes! It is currently..well..I have no idea what time it is. I am currently on a flight from Zurich to Barcelona. According to the screen in front of me, I am 350 miles away from my desired destination. Time till destination is 51 minutes.

Glad we sorted that out.

Anyway, since morning I’ve had a buttered bun, a glass of coke, a double cheese burger with a coke, half of a footlong sandwhich with a glass of coke, and I just had a salami (maybe it was ham?) and cheese sandwich. With of course, a glass of coke. The point is this; I have a bottomless pit for a stomach.

Anyway we’re flying over some mountains right now, not sure which, Geography was never my strong suit, and it looks really pretty.

I’m kind of bummed that I won’t get to celebrate my birthday (in four days time) at home, but then I think about the possibility of running into David De Gea in the streets of Barcelona and it calms me down.

Hold on. They’re handing out those little chocolates on board. (I had specially taken a picture of the chocolate and I was all Imma be the best blogger ever with pictures and all yayayayay but I lost my memory card)

Yum yum yum.

Nothing much to write about now. The only unusual incident that has happened in the past couple of hours is that I have gone more than 12 hours without using any wifi, which is a very big achievement. Not just for me. For humanity.

Okay. I’m going to watch Mean Girls now.

Two Days Later

Esteemed chums and chumettes. I just had two mini cupcakes. I can’t stop eating those things. They’re yummaliciously yum with just a hint of yumminess.

Today was so exhausting. We hopped on this hop on hop off bus, with those little guided audio tours, where you put on those headphones and a British lady’s voice tells you everything about the city - and I’m telling you, if I EVER have to hear that guide’s voice again, I’ll scream. And possibly hit her.

At every damn stop, she reminded us that we could refund our 20% off discount coupon at the nearest shops. I became so annoyed with the tour, I watched 500 days of summer instead of listening to the tour. As my father rightly said, “I don’t know my own city as well as I know about Barcelona’s discount copouns.”

Touché, sir. Touché.

A month later

A MONTH has it really been that long?! I know, I know, I was all oh my God I'm going to post fifty times a day now I'll never ever disappear again teehee and then I vanished for an entire month. I don't even know if I have any readers left by now, but if you're reading, I love you, and I'm not even kidding.

Anyway, I couldn't post because I had to, well, study what with being in the 11th grade and all that nonsense. Exams really are rather inconvenient, disturbing my blogging and what not. Anyway I have just two more exams left, and one of them is English, so I'm sort of practicing writing, eh? Okay, I'll keep telling myself that.

THE POINT IS THAT the following has happened in the past few weeks

- I went to Spain

- I came back from Spain

- I turned  16 in between all that

- Sims 3 has been replaced by Zoo Tycoon 2. Life = Bliss.

I thought that I'd write a little bit about my trip everyday, and then compile it all at the ending with all the pictures I had taken but that plan failed because

(a) I forgot to write

(b) I forgot to take pictures

Ah, obstacles. How I hate them. Anyway it's one thirty in the morning right now and my room is colder than Antarctica, and I'm unwell also, because after sleeping for about 3 hours before my Economics exam, I came home and (instead of sleeping) watched The Fault In Our Stars so naturally I had a splitting headache from crying, and then instead of sleeping I put on approximately 45-inches heels and went for Tall-y's birthday party, and by the time I came back I was, well, dead-ish. 

Anyway this was a pretty random and nonsensical post, but I just wanted to say I'm back for good, and even if I might disappear for a few days (to study The Subject of Doom-ness, also known as Physics by some) I'll post for sure on the 29th, if not before.

Thankyou for taking the time out to read this!

Much love,

Kapoorni.

KFH - A comic

Good evening boys and girls and ladies and gentlemen and frogs and herbs.

Wait. What.

I know that I have not written anything for more than a week, but you must keep in mind that I'm a forgetful buffoon and making commitments is a very big challenge for me. I find it difficult to stick to things, which is why I can never have a favourite song, or a book, for more than a week. Or even a favourite colour. (Currently it is navy blue. Keep that in mind.)

(Quick, unrelated note - My blog hit more than 3,500 views a few weeks ago! Butterbeer all around! Also, FOLLOW the blog. SUBSCRIBE to it. I will love you for it.) 

Anyway, I shall now be regular in my posts, and blog on like a good blogress.

Hehehe. Moving on. 

I have missed approximately a gazillion days of school, because I went to visit my sister at her college, and I shall miss another gazillion days next week, when I leave for Spain. The point of this is that I feel pretty disconnected with a lot of my classmates, which, as you would rightly guess, sucks. However, there are certain people I'm glad I haven't met in a lot of days.

Like this kid. In my bus.

I hate that kid. I like to believe that he was put on the Earth to make life difficult for me. Let me illustrate via an accurately drawn comic strip. 

Wild kid appears out of nowhere. Kid wasn't in my bus yesterday, and he suddenly apparates out of thin air. Why/how? I'm still busy learning the Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, while simultaneously trying to figure out when this random kid got on my bus, when I hear a terrible noise. What could it possibly be? I realize it is coming from the Kid From Hell. (KFH)

KFH starts singing this song, called I'm a disco dancer at the top of his voice. He's not even singing the correct tune. He's just saying the words loudly to whatever tune he wants. Excellent. I stare at him  aghast. Surely this isn't normal behaviour? I was so cute and innocent as a kid. I just ate mud occasionally and went for nature walks with Izzy to find fairies and that sort of stuff. Why was this crazy kid singing so loudly into my ear? 

But aha, the crazy behavior does not end there. Everybody has a super power, right? Mine is obviously, being careless and procrastinating. KFH had one too. What was it? What could it be? I found out the hard way. 

This is what I, as a rational person, said - 

This is what KFH did - 

Kid starts frothing at the mouth, and I freak out. Does the kid have rabies or something? Shit, what the hell do I do know? Why did I drop Bio? What the hell was I supposed to do why was this kid frothing at the mouth omgomgogmogm.

Suddenly, all my prayers were answered. I put two and two together. I realized what was happening next. 

Basically, the kid spat on me. To make a long story short. That's what he does everyday. He sings loudly, when we tell him to shut up, he starts getting ready to spit on us, and we run away from him in fear. 

(This is not the first time I got bullied by a kid three heads shorter than me. A year ago, there was this kid who used to routinely hit me and/or bite me in the bus. I like to believe that he is related to KFH in ways more than one.)

To sum up, 

The End. 

Adventure Camps Can Make You Cry - Apparently

It's currently 1 a.m. and I'm awake, listening to The Cool Kids, which obviously means that I will have to fall asleep during double Economics tomorrow, which is a pity because I really enjoy Eco classes.

There is a tradition, however, in my class, that every student has to blow off at least one Eco class to go and play volleyball, and if he/she fails to do so, he/she will be shunned by other students, and everybody will get to hit that person with a brick. I might have altered a few details, but you get the main idea.

The other day, I promised myself that I would bunk Eco, to prove myself to others. I made a very long plan, about how I would slip out and go and sleep in one of the slides in the playground. It was tempting. The sun was out, I could even get a good sunbathing session out of it, which is of course, the dream (probably not the one that Martin Luther King Jr. talked about though).

Naturally, I chickened out. This was the not my first time chickening out. I'm actually pretty much of a self taught expert in that field.

There was this time, years ago. I must've been in grade eight. I'd taken part in our school's adventure camp, in which, I realized a moment too late, everybody was younger than me. Anyway, there was this zip lining thing that everybody was doing, where basically there was a zip line running from the school's balcony till the field below. All these puny little kids were doing it, so being the courageous pterodactyl like daredevil that I am, I decided to give it a whirl. I was all strapped down, and made to wear these millions of safety chords and stuff, and when I finally went to the balcony with a sick smile plastered on my face, I looked down.

Bad move.

My body chose that moment to decide that it was scared of heights. Not when I was seven, and I rode that horribly awesome rollercoaster all alone. Not when I went bungee jumping a hundred times. No sir.

I had already climbed over the balcony, so I literally only had to like go down now. I should have told myself to calm down, maybe hummed the Pokémon theme song for self motivation.

What I did instead was, well, I started to cry. Very loudly, in front of my juniors. And seniors. And the staff.

I was too scared to move and one of the supervisors had to come rescue me.

Needless to say, they didn't set up a camp at our school again, and I wasn't exactly heart broken about it.

Moving on. A lot of people said that the previous post was too negative, and I don't love my country, which is so NOT true (read in the voice of Chandler Bing). I will prove this by telling you what happened today.

Today was, of course, our 68th Independence Day, in the honour of which our school had put up a very touching play, depicting the different stages of our country's struggle for independence.

I will be lying if I say that a few tears did not slide down my cheeks, only to fall down to the ground, the very ground that may have soaked up the blood of our freedom fighters.

(And these tears had nothing to do with the fact that the school canteen has replaced Pepsi with fruit juice.)

What can I say. Kapoorni puts the 'K' in patriotism.

Serious Issue Sunday #5 - Happy Independence Day

15th August, almost here yet again,
Why has this date gained such respect and fame?
Another year, to celebrate what, exactly?
The fact that sisters can't be protected, in spite of the so called rakhi?
To celebrate murders, or deaths, or maybe the rapes?
To celebrate a society where no unbiased ideas can ever take shape?

In the time that it will take us, to sing the national anthem,
In our country, the following will probably happen -

A mother will be neglected, hit and abused,
Hands, not words, will be used.
The poor will yet again be treated like filth and scum,
Funds will go not into education, but bottles of rum.
The illiterate will continue to thrive,
The billionaires' children will drink and drive.
A Mid Day Meal will be opened, and it will probably be rotten,
The 'of the people, by the people, for the people' system will still lay forgotten.
Equal Rights for all will still be more or less a joke,
When was the last time a person in India freely spoke?
Shootouts will happen, justice won't be served,
Families will not  get the compensation they deserve.
Shah Rukh Khan will sign yet another contract,
Sachin will make history once again with his cricket bat.
Crores and Lakhs will fit into their bank account, maybe more,
While another farmer will hurl himself into the sea shore.
Students will hang themselves, succumbed to the pressure of boards,
Accidents will happen and thousands will die - due to such well built roads.
Somewhere, a little girl will be molested,
By her alcoholic husband, a wife's patience will be tested.
A student will be slapped, for forming an answer in words his own,
For innovative students are not needed, only textbook-learning clones.
A father will hang himself, for he can't get his daughter wed,
While a fifteen year old will be married off, with her dreams and aspirations dead.
A boy will turn into a brute, and pick up a knife,
For he was misunderstood by society all his life.
A girl's clothes will be torn, and she will shout out for help,
But the country will turn a deaf ear to her pleas and yelps.
A baby girl will be drowned, without any hesitation,
And then a boy will be born - God's finest creation.
People will keep on reproducing, having children maybe seven or maybe eight,
For population control isn't a priority, it can surely wait!
A 97% scholar, will be failed in his final exam,
For the seats will have been filled, courtesy of some bribes beforehand.
Somebody will write a poem or an article about the country's shortcomings,
And then forget all about it, come the next morning.

Such is our country, full of partiality, violence, and greed,
Mera Bharat Mahan indeed.

Detectives And Baby Animals

I just ate -

A McChicken burger, large fries, a coke and a small chocolate soft serve with extra topping. (But I still fit into my skinny jeans! It's like Shakespeare said - Haters gonna hate, potatoes gonna potate)

I feel a little sick.

I haven't played in a week, I have no idea how I'm going to burn all this junk I'm piling on. In the meantime though, I can't exactly say this bothers me. (The getting fat part. The not playing badminton bothers me. It bothers me a lot.)

Good Evening!

Inspite of being a non model student, I have accidentally once again been selected in the student council, as the Vice Captain of my house. We had the ceremony today, and it was so funny, the sash I got with the badge was longer than my skirt. Way longer. My co vice captain and I shared many laughs about this.

Also,

*3 hours and one Physics Tuition later*

Also, what? I don't remember now.

So I was thinking the other day, about my depressing love life and all. Why is it so hard to find nowadays? I mean all I want in a boy, is charm like James Potter, wit like Mohammad Tariq, humour like Dave The Laugh, maybe a singing voice like Flynn Rider, a brain like Michael Moscovitz, and looks like Sirius Black. Like wow, is that really too much to ask for.

Anyway, that is not the point. The point is that there are currently three lizards living in my bathroom. I have christened them, namely, Pascal, Slytherin, and Juju. I'm sure there are more than three now, it's somewhat alarming to see at how fast a pace they're reproducing. But ah, live and let live, or something. 

But the awesome thing is that one of them is probably the baby lizard I had previously blogged about. It has grown up to be a fine young man. Or woman, I'm not gender biased like that. It's good to see your young ones grow up before your eyes.

I currently have an obsession with baby animals. From baby teacup pigs, to baby pandas. I want them all. I keep telling this friend of mine, let's call him Jai, to get a baby polar bear for me. We must remember however, that boys are species unknown to mankind, so I don't know whether he will keep this promise or not. I was also telling him the other day (for no reason at all) about how I wanted a dolphin, and how I would name it Fuzzy Boots, when he pointed out that the name was ironic since the dolphin in question, or any dolphin for that matter, did not have legs, hence making the name scientifically incorrect.

Touché. 

When I was a kid, my mother always told me that she wanted a baby elephant to keep in the backyard. There was a catch though; she wanted this elephant to never grow up, thus maintaining it's cuteness, forever and always. I'm pretty sure the 'never-growing-up' theory has devolped because of me. When I was like two, and we lived in London, I would carry brooms up and down the streets and randomly clean stuff, and now that I'm sixteen (almost, just two months to go) I clean my room about once in four months.

Anyway, we must remember that this cleaning-streets-of-London story was told to me by my elder sister, who has deceived me many times in the past. Allow me to quote an example.

The year was 2006. We were in Fremantle, Australia. I was in elementary school. My sister was in high school, meaning that she came home about ten minutes before me, everyday. Anyway, I was eight, and like all eight year olds, I was obsessed with detectives. I was obsessed. My parents got me this magnifying glass, and I would carry it everywhere with me. I would pretend to be a detective, and when my then-thirteen-year-old (now twenty) sister was in a good mood, she'd play with me. I'd put on sunglasses (like all detectives, duh) and scramble around the house with my magnifying glass. Bliss.

Anyway, one day, I got an email. From an actual detective. Wow, I know. Impressive. Legit detectives keeping tabs on eight year olds pretending to be detectives - believable! The email said that it was from a detective agency, and they wanted to hire me. But this was a secret, I couldn't tell anyone. I was on cloud nine. My entire career was planned out for me. Life could be enjoyed at last.

I held on to this secret. It was my pride. I had proved myself. God was rewarding me for my endeavors.

My glee was short lived.

My mother sat me down one day, and explained to me how this was all my sister's (evil) doing. She'd come home everyday from school, and send these emails to me every day, just before I came home. That's how she was always one step ahead of me. Ah.

Retrospectively speaking, I should have guessed that someone was messing with me, I'm sure the email address that I was getting emails from was something like 'detective123@wearedetectives.com'. Like come on, we all that all detectives have awesomesauce and believable addresses like 'vanilla thunder 93' and so on. So anyway, my sister had been tampering with my dreams and aspirations. I made a very long plan to get back at her, which involved me pretending to be her basketball coach and saying that she had been selected for a tournament, but the plan backfired because I fell asleep devising it. 

Hello, I was eight.

That's how my sister broke my heart seven years ago, about which I still cry into my pillow at night (sometimes). 

The End.