More.

Around two more weeks of school. And even now, my feelings haven't changed. I'm waiting for the day they will. Just to see if they will. of course. Maybe they will, but too late. Or more proabable, they wont.

I've had everything, I've experienced almost everything there is to experience in school life. For the greater part of school, I've been the good girl, paying attention in class, answering in class, always doing homework on time, getting good grades, being liked by teachers, being liked by everyone in class, having best friends, all that stuff.

But consistency is tiring and boring. It's hard.

So after 10 I grew all the wings and tails and horns. I went to school just for fun, didn't bother to listen in class, never gave in homework on time(on the rare ocassions that I actually did the work), answered questions very rarely, slept in class(in 11 and 12 there were only about 5 physics classes I didn't sleep through), appeared for tests virtually without studying..all that. I've been for detention(not that its a very rare occurence for out batch, and 'detention' is scary only in books). I've gotten into the bad books of a lot of teachers. And I don't care. And it's fun, because I don't care. 

I've been to fests, had fun at most of them, been famous, been forgotten.

But some things haven't changed, and aren't likely to change.

I've had friends, yes, but I've always this quiet and unobtrusive girl who sits next to the window and stares out of the window to observe conversations between two fat pigeons who sit on the window opposite, who draws animal farms.

I still barely talk and it's always been like that.

Ask anyone except maybe a handful of people and they won't be able to tell you much about me. 

No one will be able to say "oh, i knew her very well". 

But school hasn't been too bad so far. But I don't like it now. 

I have an english test tomorrow and the bangla teacher has suddenly realized that I'm the only one in class she hasn't been able to really irritate for the past two years, so now she's decided to, so I have to study bangla too, something I'm doing proabaly for the first time. Foulness!

AND I'm supposed to be finishing linear momentum and collisions and I'm listening to random songs:

Roadhouse blues-The Doors

We Are One Tonight - Switchfoot

Burn it down -Alter Bridge

Till later then!

So tomorrow is olympiad and I'm screwing it really badly. 

Today, everyone in our row at GD wore black! that was weird. Me, Sayoni, Rohini, Neo, Abhiroop and then Arjun - all black. It looked as though we'd planned it. I wish I could take a photo. 

No one comes online these days. :-(

People are nice these days. I still don't like school, but I've got a lot of diaries to fill up and lots of people to give my diary to so I have to go to school. Last week I went to school only for two days and I was late both days and I was really surprised I didn't get detention today. (Our school has this mad system of giving people who come late detention which is actually pretty hilarious.) I think they'll give us detention next week. They've suddenly decided to make the rules really strict, so almost half the school turns up for detention every saturday. The only time I had detention we had a great party. Half of class 12 was there. haha!

Anyway, I don't think there's any point worrying too much about the bio right now, because there's no point. I'll just go there and have fun tomorrow, like I always do. Go out, give it your best and have a good time. That's the way to go about doing things, you know. :-D

Cheers.

i'm sinking down.

 i hear your voice and it pulls me up.

it makes me float, higher and higher.

till i'm flying

flying away.

Random.

I bunked school today too. I actually bunked two days in a row. I stayed at home and tried to solve biology olympiad papers but turned out I hadn't even heard of half the terms there were in the papers, so I've given up. The exam's on sunday. I'm not going to bother studying any more. I've realized I better focus on other things.

There are some things which really irriatate me:

The fact that no one calls me up when I have my phone with me, but the MOMENT I enter the bathroom all my long lost friends and not-so-long-lost friends call. 

 

Negative signs in equations. I hate them. :-(  Yuck. And half my sums give the wrong answer because of this minus-sign-repulsion disease. (Actually my mother has it too, but she doesn't get the sums wrong!).

Well, today I sang after a really long time. Like, REALLY sang, not the bathroom stuff. I just realize how long it's been since I sang properly. I sang along with Nemo and Nymphetamine and all the evanescence songs on my ipod. They're good for a high pitched voice like mine. :D

I haven't played tabla/sitar/keyboard for AGES :-(.

I suddenly start counting taals and kayedas when I'm travelling or something. I mean I make up kayedas and try to fit them and I count and count on my fingers and people think I'm comepletely mad. 'Assymetric' taals like jhaptal are pretty tricky but once you get the hang of them they're awesome to play(especially if you've made things on your own).

Music is really a science.

There's science in everything. :)

Through the looking glass -2

Through the looking glass 1

Parasitism.

I will do what I want to, and I will do it my way.

I will refuse to do what you tell me to do.

I despise being forced to do something, even if I wouldn't actually mind doing it.

That's the thing, 

I like to think I rule myself and I do.

Even if you think you can make me do something, and even if I make it look like I will do something you want me to, I will not do it unless you stop telling me to do it.

Half the world are parasites. Hypocrites, parasites, brainless, nerveless, gutless creatures who will attach themselves and cling on for life in an interdependance which metamorphoses from the initial symbiosis, slowly to parasitism. They draw their life from you. They will creep and crawl, reaching for you. They will cling on even after they realize that they have drawn from you all their feeble beings can. 

They are not predators, because they are too weak.

They cannot survive alone.

They do not know they are parasites. They probably never will.

People need to grow up, learn to think, learn to be independent and make their own decisions and choices.

Symbionts, not parasites.

So thursday is batch night. Dress code this year too is black. Other colours don't exist do they? I mean, it was black last year. Everyone wears black all the time. 

Everyone will be at venom, wearing black, some with their boyfriends, quite a few without and they will be dancing to loud music, and the ones who don't/can't/don't feel like dancing will stand and watch other people dancing/doing whatever. I'm guessing. I wanted to go initially, but then I thought I'll probably get really bored. Most of my friends aren't going, I can't dance(I love to dance but it would be a bit of a fiasco if I danced there), I don't have a date(not that it's necessary of course), and THERE WILL BE NO FOOD. I will have to spend two hours there standing with people I barely know(the alternative being sitting on the couch, and you know what happens on the couches at venom) with NO FOOD. I would've considered going if more of my friends were going though. Whether or not I'd be allowed is of course, a different matter.

So while everyone will be having fun(they're quite sure they will), I will be teaching Madhura angiosperm reproduction and development and photosynthesis, and she will teach me nervous coordination (after which I might just play her guitar and then eat momos)  :-) . And then I will go to math tution where I'll have phuchka with Nilanjana(who isn't going to batch night either) and do calculus. 

I love Katatonia. 

Blah-ing

I bunked school today. I know, everyone goes on telling me that school dyas are coming to and end and that I should go to school every day and make the most of it and enjoy my last few weeks of school, but somehow my feeling towards school hasn't changed much. Not that I expected it would, but anyway.. Nothing much happens in school. By very unfortunate coincidences, Ishani bunks the days I'm present and comes on the days I bunk(which isn't very often) and I get extremely bored. 

The last two chemistry classes were bearable, and english too was bearable. Physics I hate and however much I try I just cannot pay attention. I don't think I paid attention in a single class the entire year. 

Bengali classes are torture. She gives us a chapter/poem to learn every day and I never do, and she makes us write answers(which I copy from Ishani, word to word) and submit them to her(I've wormed out of that a few times but I can't do that every day).

 

Dr.De is hospitalized with malignant malaria and I'm really feeling quite bad for her because she's about the only teacher we have whoes classes are bearable. And it somehow seems very odd, hearing that she's got malaria of all things, because she taught us life cycles of malarial parasites and she always lectured us on keeping healthy and all that. She was the [damn I cant find the word!] undefeatable[yuck that's not the right word!!] type. Sheesh, I never seem to find the right words these days. I always end up saying 'this thing' and 'that thing' and my famous 'oije oita!! arre oito oita!' Hah. :-(

Dad bought me an ipod shuffle which is bright pink in colour. No comments. :-|

But it's an ipod anyway. :-)

I studied post mendelian genetics and mutation and DNA expression and Darwinism and Neo-Darwinism and something called Hardy-Weinberg equilibrium(it isn't really as complicated as it sounds) and I realized you actually need to know conditional probability pretty well for genetics. But I still dont get the hang of cladograms. :-(

SG's class population has declined alarmingly and there were just around 9 people in class today. And I dont know all of them. It's weird how even after two years I don't know even the names of people in class. Class was boring today. Nuclear physics. All theory. And as I said, physics doesn't interest me much anymore. Neo treated me to phuchka after class(what a pleasure it is to have phuchka with someone who likes it as spicy as you do and doesn't jump up and down after each phucka, breathing like a dragon. :-) )

OK then I can't write anymore. I plan to sleep tonight. Bye!

'Our'

That was our little place, our little world,

Something we could call our own

Our secrets, our words braided together, our walls no one could break.

We were safe there, happy.

It was ours, and ours alone.

Our minutes, our seconds

Our rainbow dreams spun out of the wind

Our world, our little corner of the universe

Ours, all ours.

Just ours.

But one day our windy dreams turned into a hurricane and blew it all away. The rainbow colours grew lighter and lighter, floating away with the wind until they disappeared.

Yes, I know it's time to go outside. To look back at the wreck,and then turn around  and move away to find another world, yet another nook of the seamless universe.

Mine.

Diwali.

Well, I titled this post 'Diwali' because as usual, I coudln't come up with a better title for my post. In general, I don't have anything specific to write about, but I thought I would write because I haven't written for pretty llong and I'm getting a bit bored here. I'm staying at my maternal grandmother's house(mamarbari) and my mashi has come over from bombay. My dad is finally getting me an ipod(yaaaay!). I'm going to be staying here for a WHOLE WEEK. I got my books with me and stuff but this place is too much of a madhouse to actually be able to concentrate.
The food is just heavenly and in a single meal I'm eating about as much as I eat the whole day at home. Really. The evening I arrived we had fish fries from Silver Spoon and for dinner we had chilli chicken. Yesterday there was chingri maacher malaikari and today it's Kali Pujo so there's vegetarian food, but it's still really good. No wonder I was fat in class 9. I think I'm bloating up quite a lot already and when I return to school I might actually hear people telling me I've become fat(instead of being told that I look like I'm shrinking every week).
Also, I've discovered the wonders of tea, not being able to drink coffee here. Ginger tea is really good. Basically I'm being stuffed with food all day. :-)

The other day I went to Maddyz house and Deep came over too. I played the guitar a bit and we talked a lot and Deep fixed(or did something to) Maddyz computer. We were planning to go have momos but Deep said he was 'stuffed'.
(Note: Last time Deep was 'full' he finished one plate of chow, half a plate of lemon garlic chicken and 3/4ths plate of baby corn, which was more than what me and Madhura were able to eat combined. :-). But this time he was 'stuffed', so he couldn't eat.(But I guess if we'd actually bothered to get out of the house and go to the momo place we would've gotten an insight into his definition of 'stuffed' too).

Anyway, I cant think of anything more to write. I will go shopping tomorrow. :)

Durga Pujo 2008!

....And it's over.
So shubho bijoya!
As usual Durga Pujo was a blast and I did take a lot of pictures this time. I have loads to write about. And LOTS of pictures to post!
This time it was one big party. There are lots of reasons I like durga pujo.
1. You get to wear nice clothes.
2.You get to see people wearing nice clothes.
3. You get to see good looking people wearing nice clothes and it's one time of the year you don't find very badly dressed people.
4. It's so eventful.
5. You don't have to study and you can
6. I realize the people in my complex are nice and that the species of good looking guys aren't extinct after all.
7. I get to sing/play. :)

It's all very nice the way everyone, even non-bengalis are so involved in every aspect of the pujo.
On Shashthi we went to Arunima's house and ate lots of good food, listened to a lot of Anushka and Ishani's terrible jokes and posed in the weirdest possible ways for photos.

Saptami, we went to salt lake and the pujos there were great. FD block had global warming as a theme and there was a huge half-globe and stuff. We went to a few more too.

On Ashtami I went to Ishani's house and we watched a bit of Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na, but we found it pretty crappy so we listened to random music.

I must relate the manner in which Ishani fixes her computer monitor. Ishani goes behind the computer and pushes the monitor plug with all her strength while her dad bangs the top of the monitor with his fist until it flickers to life. Then her dad went away and I had to do the banging-with-the-fist part. ouch. She has this huge, REALLY huge conch shell in her house and a neighbour had come over to practice for the conch blowing competition. It made a nice, deep sound.
Ashthami evening there was an amazing dance drama. One by Rabindranath, but I forgot the name. The first 10 minutes consisted of a bharatnatyam dance with tabla and sitar accompaniment, which was really spellbinding. It was probably raag Brindavani Sarang. It was lovely.

For the first time, I attended the sandhi pujo. It started at 11:30pmand went on till I guess around 2:00. I took pictures.
You know what, I actually don't mind making friends all that much. The people are nice mostly. It was actually nice sitting through Sandhi pujo with them at night. It's nice for once not to roam about alone aimlessly.

Navami. We went to north calcutta - Mohammad Ali Park, College square and then Chaltabagan. Some day it was. Morning was utter confusion and I ended up having to take a taxi alone to Mohammad Ali Park and I was just praying I wouldn't get lost or something. The taxi driver kept talking and talking about pujos and roads and jams, which was a relief. That was the first time I was travelling that far without having ANY idea where I was going and stuff, but I did reach thankfully. Mohammad Ali Park was nice.

Outside the pandal, Ahona and Srimoi wanted daab and there was this rather colourful man selling daab. He was wearing a white shirt with yellow stains all over and he had RED teeth. I mean REALLY red teeth. The thing(weapon) he was cutting the daab with was EXACTLY semicircular in shape. I was going to take a picture but then the man started waving at the rest of us with that dagger type thing of his, calling us to have more daab and that was freaky so we just got away as soon as we could.

College square was nice, but we missed the lighting. The chandelier there was very nice.
But things cant all go well, and there was an accident. Srimoi stepped on an upright nail which went into her foot and before we knew it, there was blood streaming everywhere, all over her shoes and on the ground. The first aid centre was closed(how very logical, people don't get hurt in the morning, do they?) but we managed to get some ice. Thankfully, there was a medical shop nearby and they gave her a tetanus injection right there. Some experience.

Our next stop was Chaltabagan. The pandal was made entirely of wire mesh. Amazing. It looks like clay from far, but it's actually wire mesh. It srikes you then, that the people who make these things probably work on them the whole year. In fact, they've probably already started working on next year's pujo.

Everyone was really tired after Chaltabagan and we were VERY hungry, so we decided to go to Mandarin for food.

I came back home and watched the aarati, and kept trying to take pictures of the moon, but I couldn't and Kamalesh uncle saw me and I ended up having a pretty long photography lesson. He taught me lots about photography and I took nice pictures of the moon. :-)

After that there was a play called 'The Outcast', which was really good, though the plot was more or less like one of the typical stories from 'Chicken soup for the teenage soul', but we really enjoyed it. It had some good music in it and at the end(while the cast were taking bows) they played Rockstar(Nickelback) and everyone sang along. It was fun.

And then Dashami. The sindur khela was colourful and the way the women danced around with the dhunuchis with the beat of the dhaak, reaching a crescendo and then then slowing down again, what with all their elaborate sarees and all is commendable.

During the bhashaan we all danced like crazy, but sad thing was that this year, only the girls were dancing. :-(. This is about the only one day of the year I actually get to dance. I don't hell know how to dance, actually. I want to learn how to dance. I've decided I'll watch some of those dance reality shows. I mean, I can move but I run out of ideas. I guess I could dance well if I tried. I can only waltz decently, but there isn't much scope for that is there? ;)

So that's the end of Durga pujo. :-(

Shubho bijoya everyone!

I think I'll put some pictures in the next post, but if I might not cuz I'm already really tired of uploading pictures and posting them everywhere.

Pictures/arty things

Done on the cover packet of a brand new concave lens(which we broke) using Haimanti's awesome 8b pencil.

The heart.
We get 3 minutes to identify draw, label AND describe these.

Thanks a TON to Ishani for drawing this.(It's about the best diagram in my file).



Good old animal farm. Drawn by Ishani and me with contributions from Srijonee, Averee and Debosmita.

'Inversion'. By Ishani and me.


Hanle, 12000 feet above sea level in the Himalayas. Those are gamma ray detectors arranged in a hexagon with one in the centre.





Mars. :)

Whew!

Whew because:
1. Physics exam is over.
2. I feel good. Beatles does wonders to your head. I love the beatles. <3<3
3. I'm not the only one who thinks ISC physics is reminiscent of ICSE geography.
[See I don't really hate physics that much, but day after day of never ending derivations of inductances and ray diagrams of telescopes and microscopes really twisted my cranial nerves].
4. I WANT TO MAKE EVERYONE LISTEN TO THE BEATLES!! GO LISTEN TO THE BEATLES!! ALL OF YOU!!
5. :D *dances to Can't buy me love*
6. I'm going to start reading 'The Idle Thoughts Of an Idle fellow" by Jereome K Jerome.
7. I want to cook! One day, I'll make baked apples. And I want to make apple flavoured chocolate cake! And I'll make scrambled eggs and I'm still trying to come up with an innovative recipe for noodles. I really will. After the exams. And I'll give you great coffee too. I can make great coffee.[Without cockroach heads and lizard droppings, in case someone was wondering.]


Bon Nuit!

i dont know

i'm sad. i don't like talking. i hate physics. i can't stand physics anymore. i'm fed up of physics. i hate electromagnetism. i don't get why people like physics. it's boring. really boring. i can't stand page after page of derivations of magnetic field strengths. i don't mind photoelectricity that much though. but i cannot study physics any more.

i'm tired. i don't know what i am. i don't know why i'm writing even. i haven't written in my diary for ages. i don't know why i don't write. i want to finish that diary off and then burn it. yes. burn it. because i don't want to ever see it again. i'll finish it and read it one last time, and then burn it. i'll burn all my diaries. i have around seven of them. but i don't know how i'll burn them.
damn i sound high.

just some time ago i was in a really happy and jumpy mood and i was listening to rhcp but now i feel all tired and sad and i don't want to listen to anything.
i spent half the evening thinking of writing a nice happy post about how i'm alone at home today and how i drank lots of coffee and how i made papad in the microwave.

i'm bored and i have nothing to do, so i was reading a lot of blogs and some of them were really nice. i wish i could write well. but i like my blog. i like it. i want to write a poem but i can't.
i hate school because we have exams and i hate exams. and i hate school anyway because the classes are all unbearable, except maybe bio. i don't like talking to people there. i just sit in that corner next to the window and read a book. i hate talking. really.

noise disgusts me. i feel sick when i hear too much pointless jabbering.
i don't like being at home because everything is so messed up and it's so un-peaceful. my brother's either screaming his head off for something, or listening to the radio full volume(he's destroyed the t.v, so it doesn't work anymore) and he refuses to listen to anything anyone says. and it's really a waste of energy screaming at him, so i just let him do as he pleases.
i don't care dammit. as long as he's not destroying any more of my birthday gifts or anything. but it really gets to my grandparents, so they spend the whole day repeatedly telling him to do this and that, and he doesn't listen so they keep telling him even more.
all the constant confusion in my house probably sounds hilarious to you, but i hate it. i hate it. on top of that, there's rarely anything edible in my house on weekdays. the maid really can't cook, so i just avoid eating as much as i can at home(except on weekends, when my mum cooks). and i hate the way everyone is after me to eat. why can't they just leave me alone? it gets on my nerves, someone coming into my room every ten minutes telling me to drink my milk, and i don't drink it. i hate milk. or someone coming in to keep telling me to have a bath. why?

and then my brother brings his mad friends into the house and they ransack the place. fine, they're kids. we used to do that when we were kids too. but what i cannot stand is the way they try to break everthing with that remote controlled car. but i guess it's unfair to complain because i too broke a lot of things when i was a kid. but somehow, kids these days are so violent and hot tempered and destructive.

my tabla has burst and i haven't had time to get it fixed yet, so i can't play it and neither can my dad. there are lots of songs i want to pick up on keyboard but i feel too lazy to play. my sitar sounds bad and i tried fixing it but it still makes choked noises so i don't feel like playing it. i tried but that damn string tore again and i've run out of strings and my teacher won't be coming till exmas end.

i dont want to go to sleep.

no moon today.

everyone's cribbing and complaining and talking loads of bloody crap i don't want to listen to, but i have to listen and then i just feel like telling them to shut the fuck up and just get lost, but i can't.
i hate being a nice girl. i hate always being polite. no, i like it. but it's frustrating laughing and being nice to someone when you want to curse them for all you're worth.
i just don't get along with people. i have friends, yes. good ones. i'm nice and people like me and so i have friends.
but in the end i realize they're i can't as close to them as i was. you get to know someone well, and you discover more flaws, more differences, and you accept that you cant think alike. they're either too grown up, too childish, too quiet, too talkative, too immature, too active, too laid back, too moody, too happy, etc. so i don't have any best friends i've had since i was really small(though that's probably because we kept shifting), and i don't know how other people do. they're lucky.
it's not their fault.

it's my fault that i'm so individualistic. i've unconsiously set my expectations from this world too high, because i'm over with the phase when i had to bring them down to ground level, so that it didn't hurt. and now nothing hurts me at all any more.

i've become strong and i don't like people expressing their weakness, becasue it disgusts me. i, unrightfully expect everyone to be like me. strong. and impassive as a result. and it's wrong and i know it. the fault lies not with the world, but with me and i know that.

i don't know.
i don't care. i don't want to. i never cared.
i should be studying physics but i don't think i can stand any more of that stuff.

Moondance

The moon. It looks spooky tonight, like really spooky. There's nothing at all in the sky but dense dark clouds and in the middle there's the half moon casting its ghostly glow in a small radius around it. There are pearly white clouds floating occassionally across the moon, gliding like birds. These clouds are of various shapes. Just a few minutes ago I saw three bird-shaped ones, and then a unicorn and now there's a long, smoky snake-like creature. But it has these thin, longish wings at a far end towards its sides. Oh, and there's a little pterodactyl sort of thing gliding in from the other side.
And now there cloudy shapes are diverging into thin smoky strands, circling the moon, as though dancing around it.
And the moon is growing brighter and sharper, metamorphosing from the diffused form was in earlier.
I wish I could take a picture.
It's all so beautiful and mysterious.

The perfect night to fly away into the dark, with nothing to guide you but moonlight. You can see the whole dark world below you, and the surreal glow of the moon above you. You can dance up there with the clouds.
The perfect night to cast a spell. A powerful spell that could raise the world to the exalted palace of Utopia.
Or maybe a love spell.

ROFL.

I got a bad stomach ache after this:

preeti: brb

kheye aschi

:)

Neo: :O0

ki khabi?

preeti: tandoori chiken ache

:)

droolz

Neo: ami mixed fried rice

:O)

preeti: bah

:)

Sent at 10:52 PM on Saturday

preeti: ghkp

iuy

uuuuot

oiuu

uiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

Neo: ?

preeti: hj7k

ioh

high

Neo: ki holo tor?

:O

?

Sent at 11:00 PM on Saturday

preeti: I wiil go to watch a movie

Neo: :O

preeti: Can you go with me

Neo: sure

chol

Sent at 11:05 PM on Saturday

preeti: Ok so tommorow we will go to watch a movie at after school.

Neo: onli one prob

itz a sunday

Sent at 11:08 PM on Saturday

preeti: I dont care for you please come.

Neo: hey

tui tuesday sg ashchish?

?

?

?

?

bolllllllll

??

??

???

??

are u comin?..tuesday sg?

??

??

????

??

preeti: Isaid please come foolish

Neo: are you comin on tuesday to supriyo ghosh?

--------------x-----------------x-------------x

So that was what my evil brother was doing while I was gorging on tandoori chicken.


Anyway, about teacher's day.

It was the best teacher's day program we've ever had and I think the teachers loved it, especially after the not-so-pleasing-to-the-ear-and-eye performances the middle school put up the previous day. They were alright I guess, but they massacred Nothing else matters(why the hell did they even think of playing a Metallica song!?). But they did Carnival of Rust pretty well.
And then some kids came and danced to 'Pappu can't dance sala'(they weren't much better than the so-called Pappu, but it was better than having to listen to Hanna Montana-style Metallica).

The program the 12ths put up is definitely one they WILL remember. It was a quiz, organized by head girl. And it had lots of songs and dance in between, which were part of the questions. I sang coming back to life(which everyone really loved) and we played a few other songs. And Trisha And Akriti did all the dancing, and they really were brilliant, doing everything impromptu like that. And then there was a teachers vs students dumb charades and an antakshari, where the entire student body(AND some teachers!) sang "PAPPU CANT DANCE SALA" very loudly ;)

Most of the teachers were pretty shocked and I half expected Mrs.Principal to lecture us but she took it all pretty well! It was a LOT of fun. The best teacher's day till date!

And then we went to watch Rock on, which is a really great movie. Unbelievable, the way Bollywood has woken up. The music was great and so were the costumes. I loved the costumes! And the beautiful instrumentz[Damn I wish I had a keyboard like that. And a drumkit like that! :-(] And to top it all, Arjun Rampal. *DROOOOL*