1. Pick out a scar you have, and explain how you got it.
Hah. From the mists of my early childhood comes this gory tale of sibling rivalry and bloodshed (also villainy). I have a ridge on my skull. Thanks to my evil sister who made me hang onto one end of a dupatta while she was holding the other and insisted I tug on my end with all my might. She said it was a game! Tch. And while I was pulling with all my might, she, that sadistic Hitleresque sharer of my genes let go of hers, casually, I might add. We all know how this story ends. I went spinning to the floor tragically and cracked my skull on the clawed foot of an incidental table (may all incidental tables form the firewood of Hell). The sheer evilness of my sister (flesh of my flesh) does not end there. She then insisted that I not make a sound or shed a tear even as blood seeped sinisterly from my skull. Banquo had nothing on me, I tell you. And my mum comes into the room to ask what the commotion is all about. I'm sitting on the floor pathetically holding my aching skull in tender hands while blood ekes a miserable trail down my head and my mum looking shocked and horrified asks me what happened. And my sister (if you can call her such) stands at her shoulder mouthing dire threats at me if I so much as dared make a peep. Sigh. Such was my childhood.
2. What is on the walls in your room?
Which room? The one here has a CnH comic strip, three hand painted masterpieces given me by various kids who've visited the lab (mainly kids of my boss and the other people working here), a double digest table, a DNA ladder chart, various post-its in various hues commanding, pleading, adjuring me to do various tasks (75% of which I have not, I'm sure) and a diagrammatic representation of my pet theory (ewwww geek!!!!) :D.
The one at home has a postcard sized poster of a painting of downtown with fireworks and all (very pretty, unknow artist, cut out from a promo mail describing the beauty that is this city), a coupla sketches by my sis (she's an awesome artist - though she insists on making sketches of her and me, in which invariably I look awful and she looks beautiful), and yeah I blush to say this but an Indian flag (I promise there is a story behind this that'll make it sound reasonable).
3. What does your phone look like?
It looks beeeyooootiful :D. Razr, pink (and I dare anyone to say *anything* about my choice of color, unless it's something nice 'course).
4. What music do you listen to?
Anything! Absolutely anything! You play, I'll listen :). What sorta question is that anyway?
5. What is your current desktop picture?
6. What do you want more than anything right now?
Sleep. Please. Oh, and world peace *hand wave beauty queen style*.
7. Do you believe in gay marriage?
Tsk. How can one believe in gay marriage? That's like asking if I believe in sand.
8. What time were you born?
About time, one feels.
9. Are your parents still together?
Umm still together is an ambiguity, no? I mean how dya know they were together in the first place and second placedly what does together mean? I plead ambiguity.
10. What are you listening to?
Creep in one ear and the sounds of this other chap in lab washing out test tubes at the sink while maintaining a yelling conversation with me regarding how I hoard lab equipment (which I don't!) in the other.
11. Do you get scared of the dark?
Only the creepy dark. The nice dark I totally adore.
12. The last person to make you cry?
Me, me. It's always me.
13. What is your favourite perfume/cologne?
Kenneth Cole's Reaction for men, Zinzibar (The Body Shop) for me.
14. What kind of hair/eye colour do you like on the opposite sex?
Depends on the person. If I like him, his hair/eye colour will be the exact ones I like :D.
15. Do you like painkillers?
Well, if I was introduced, maybe. One doesn't want to trash people one has never met. One is very polite (and yes yes by one I mean the lady standing over my shoulder reading this).
16. Are you too shy to ask out someone?
Dunno. Never had to find out. Some day, maybe?
17. Fave pizza topping?
Not so much a pizza person. Like the ones at home with paneer in them. Sigh. So near but yet so far.
18. If you could eat anything right now, what would it be?
Ask me if I could drink anything right now, what would it be and I'll have some good answers :D.
19. Who was the last person you made mad?
Jeez. Can't remember. I don't normally make people mad. Spreader of sunshine and good cheer and all that. Oh wait, wait lab chappie grumbling about me hoarding stuff can be him being made mad? Cos then, it's that.
20. Is anyone in love with you?
What a question to ask a married mother of three!
Tune in again for further facts about me that you never wanted to know which will be faithfully and randomly updated herein. Also, I tag heh heh, double tag tr and tag/doubletag *anyone* who skipped *any* part of this fascinating post.
14 comments:
oddly enough - "playing" with my older sister also got me a nice little concussion is a very similar manner. no dupatta - but khikli (sp?). i was supposed to go low when she let go off my hands and my head made contact with the cold marble floor.
@bm: Always watch out for those "games" that they come up with. Diabolic is what the whole tribe is!
Another time she convinced me to jump off a bicycle while it was moving real fast! I think I was dropped on my head as a baby. Nothing else explains why I would *keep* agreeing to do those things!
So people working in labs listen to Radiohead?
I am taking my business elsewhere. Radiohead listeners are all gloom and doom.
crikey :-|
Heh. I love your desktop pic.
Oh and I'm one of the sibling-scarred too! Although I most shamefully acknowledge that this was a younger sibling.
Yes. I was quite the dimwit.
*pained sigh*
haha.. the sibling stories never get old. i was quite tortured.. :)
oh, and btw, incase you didn't notice, xkcd rules my life. i check it obsessively.
Married mother of three?! :D :D
Nicely done.. :)
@km: Some people who work in labs do, I have no doubt but I was listening to Stone Temple Pilots, so please don't go away. Please! We promise to listen to only disgustingly cheerful Here Comes the Sun type songs. Honest.
@tr: Hehehe. Yeah. Ignore a double tag at your own peril.
@c.s: Ty. And no, no you weren't a dimwit. Lemme give you the number for Sib-vics Anon. They will be able to provide you with a positive spin and teach you how it's actually *everyone* else's fault and not yours :D.
@Wiseling: You too!! Come, come it's time we had a Sib-vic Anon Blog. Let's do something for society and suchlike :)
@SS: Yeah, they're called Bunty, Munty and Chunti or something (I have to check with heh heh).
@persp: Ty muchly. It was but a work of a moment. We have talent for silliness dripping outta our finger tips and all. ;)
Oh..the other Creep. "think you're kinda neat, then she tells me I am a creep".
@km: Yeah, that one.
Think I'll start a fire, everybody run. Wishful thinking while stuck in lab :)
and thats the way a tag is done! very nice. i like i like. and im waiting to of course read more unnecessarily trivial info in the other tags. shoot.
teen bacchon ki ma! :-)
@Cnb: Ty young un. Was wondering when you'd get around to noticing that I'd done it!
@TGFI: :). A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And if that means manufacturing three kids, so be it ;)
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