Life in US!

Never flew in a plane so was excited when I finally got into a plane, and that nearly 20 hrs stint in the air changing three different flights bored me, and now I don't wanna get into a plane! How will I go back to India??

Oh! you going to US! man that's rocking!... said so many with so many exclamations, yeah, so me too was so excited packing my bags to US!... Hmmm... after spending eleven hundred hrs I say what's there here to get excited! (with an exclamation)...

Anyways, if you feel hungry and you don't wanna spend bucks for killing your hunger, man go to a walmart. Go search for donuts, chocolates, pancakes... eh! hold on! I'm not gonna pay for all these... rite! who's asking you to? tear the packets, dump them into your mouth and dump the cover into some rack and get out from there...

Back in India, Non-veg means rates! but in US vegetables means rates! so go for meat rather than veggies... anyways, all you get here is frozen to the core...

You hardly find water to drink, or should I say you just forget that you had to drink water. Water is like some beverage here, you see yourself quenching your thirst with energy drinks, pepsi's that too diet ones and of course how can I forget beers!

You waste your hell lota precious time crossing the signals! bloody hell! anyways you must be hungry again, watch out for BK (Burger King) you'll get million dollar worth $1 crisp chicken burger, of course Mc D also has one called McChicken, but comparatively BK rocks!

Whatever it might be but you observe that you improve your mother tongue here rather than in India, for-apparent-reasons...

Aftr so much of complaining, on the contrary I'm slowly loving US...

TAGGED!

Arasi tagged me, actually she has this huge crush on me so she wanted to know me better and this tag might be really helpful for her... (:P just kidding...). Anyways, thanks ma'am for tagging me. Here are the instructions to be followed:

In the 8 Facts about Yourself, you share 8 things that your readers don’t know about you. Then at the end you tag at least 8 other bloggers to keep the fun going. Here are the rules.

RULES:
* Each blogger must post these rules first.
* Each blogger starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
* Bloggers that are tagged need to write on their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
* At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.
* Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.****

So, here are the 8 facts about me...

1. I wake up just before the alarm starts yelling!!
2. I kissed a girl (who's not related to me in anyway...)
3. I forget names easily.
4. I love to learn things myself.
5. I predict my grades (which is 98% accurate) after I come out of the exam hall.
6. I easily get bored.
7. I'm lazy depending on my mood.
8. I love to preach but I hate to be on the receiving end of it.
...

I tag:
kavitha , gayathri , maru , saty, sravs , sajesh , sindhu , krithika ....

Whodunit? - retold part 1

"Dad... when is the train?," I asked checking the reservation ticket which was on the dining table. Mom and dad are going to Tirupathi to attend my cousin's marriage. I had my final year project seminar day after tomorrow, so I wasn't going with them. "It's at 5:30 pm", replied dad who was reading the newspaper in the living room.

"Sindhu... come here...", mom shouted from the kitchen.
"Yea.. mom?", I said entering the kitchen.
"Why don't you go to Neelima's house instead as she isn't coming to stay with you..."
"I will go tomorrow morning mom, I have to prepare slides for the presentation..."
"Ok..."

Mom and dad left in the evening and I left to Prasad's Imax for evening show with neelima. After the show Neelima dropped me at my apartment. I wished her goodnight and went into my apartment.

It was eleven in the night, I was very sleepy had no mood to sit and prepare slides. I heard sounds coming from the upper flat, out of curious I peeked out of my flat to see what’s happening there. I saw Mr.Kapoor’s flat door ajar, I went inside and hid myself behind the curtains. I saw a man in mask stabbing Mrs.Kapoor, I slowly took out my mobile and took pictures of this man. while I was slipping out of the flat man noticed me. I was so terrified that I just ran from there and stopped at the police station.

As soon as the Sub-Inspector came to know about the murder from he sent in task force to my apartment and he informed the news to the Inspector. ..

Inspector Ram came in at 12am. He came and shook hands with me.

"Hello sindhu, I'm Ram"
"Hello sir..."
"Are you ok now?"
"Yea, I guess so..."
"Well, I just got a call saying that there's no sign of any murder in that flat..."



.........to be continued