Was that a weekend?

I know I should save you the torture of my novels. I hope to keep this one short. I hope...

Once upon a time, when I was a couple o' hundred times more annoying(try imagining that!) and 17 years younger, I had a nanny who looked after me while my mum was busy topping her university in her post graduation final exams. I was a fussy eater(really?) when I was that age, and had a particular distaste for onions and tomatoes - not anymore though. Well, this 'distaste' caused me to throw up during every meal if I so much as thought that a teeny bit of tomato existed somewhere in my mouth. This nanny of mine therefore had a full time job of just shaking her head at the mess, cleaning me up, cooking another batch, adorning me with a new bib, and feeding me.. and watching me throw up, shaking her head, cleaning... you get the idea. And she did it rather well!
Honestly I loved her, and actually remember her(which is quite a bit for a 1 year old with amnesia which would become a full blown affliction once she grew up :P)
This lady heard I was in town and went over to my mum's clinic, waited there for five hours straight and got my mum to bring her home, just because she wanted to see me again after 17 years! That was sooooper sweet and I was very excited to see her.
And then she saw me... and didnt recognise me.

DAMN. I take that as a very bad thing because i was actually cute as a kid.

But anyway we had a good time talking... while she kept trying to find some resemblance to the kid she saw years ago - you know the weird look people give you when they search your face - they squint and scrunch up their noses and peer in your face.. or then maybe you dont..

After that, I went to dance class(with mum and sis who both dance too), expecting my dance teachers to freak out and hug me and ask me how things were and.. the works. But then, both of them just looked at me, and walked right on... then STOPPED, turned and said, "kruthi, why aren't you in your dance clothes?!". I had been mistaken for my sister?!!!!? Ive always believed that that is impossible.. I mean yeah we are around the same height - wont tell you who is taller. But she is pretty, slim and ummm... basically different looking! I mean see for yourselves:
Her, all decked up for school! Yeah we wore ties to school on our uniforms. And got yelled at for not buttoning the collar!
Me on a normal stanford morning, when my mac refuses to save my ihum paper fast enough.grr

AAAND This happens again when we go out to get dessert at this place called the chocolate room(that was a pretty amaaaazing experience by the way - the dessert i mean). My dad's colleague was the one fooled this time. So, people do not recognise me - its official, and i have to deal with it. *sob(but i so love their reactions after they realise their mistake.. hee hee hee)


On to more cheerful things - I met my high school friends at this 'hip' place and it was a BLAST! I conveniently forgot my camera though. The highlight of the evening was when two of my guy friends pulled me out of my seat and danced with me to 'desi girl'!(Nicole, they actually mimcked the real video - it was hilarious!!!. Here's the video of the actual song - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ATeKpFoX3QU).
Then we bowled and then battled it out on the Xbox. T'was FUN!

I started dance again - the hardcore classical kind! I danced so hard on friday evening that after the class i couldnt feel my legs at all. I actually collapsed on the way to the door, while my dance teachers raised one eyebrow and tut tutted at my form! I said it was hardcore...
My teacher also managed to convince me to take part in a dance performance scheduled for the 29th of august. Let me tell you now why that decision is sooo characteristic of me... in the sense that its actually rabid!
I fly back from Hyderabad, after three weeks of teaching people older than me, at 21:35 hours on the 26th of august. Get to mysore, pack, and do this dance performance till 10pm on 29th aaand then, drive to bangalore and take the 4:00 am Emirates flight to SFO on the 30th of august.
This time, mum may actually manage to convince me against the performance. :(

Also, i managed to get a learner's license after waiting in line for 2 and a half hours(the guy ahead of me with a rather severe itch kept me entertained) and am now allowed to 'learn' driving. psh
I CAN DRIVE. and i proved it to my instructor the other day on the highway, by hitting 80kmph without fatally wounding anyone. Not even the cow i gracefully avoided. Plus, just because i feel like boasting.. a teeeeeny bit, i want to throw out the fact that the cars in india are all stick shifts => the one im learning to drive is one of the worst of that variety. So while my left leg spasms on the clutch, i need to wrestle with a gearbox and then accelerate before the car shudders to a halt - that act alone deserves respect! ;P

Gonna meet some friends, and planning to coax one of the guys to let me ride their bikes. Should be fun. If i don't write to anyone in the next couple of days, it will be because of the cutest little fracture in my arm from falling of the bike. Pray I don't kill myself this summer. Pray.

There... All hope to the wind. But, as Alex "Mr 19 year old who doesnt sleep" says, psh!

Nruthya

PS: My sister force fed me the twilight movie. (I used the "beneath my intelligence" excuse but she knocked me on my head and said - there. that should make you dumber - and sat me down.)
One word - painful. Seriously. Oliver, if you thought bollywood movies and their love stories were bad, and defied logic and reason, you should watch this thing.

I also disowned my sister after listening to her gush about Edward. She took it pretty well. A little too well. hmph