Ratatouille

Ratatouille is an awesome movie, I must admit. The idea is new, and Remy is very cute. The basic story is that Remy can smell the ingredients out of food and wants to cook, inspired by Gustaeau a fat and very famous cook, who has a five starred restaurant. He can even smell poison in food, so, his father (the leader of the rat pack) gives him the job of smelling poison in food (what did you expect?). Remy is very pissed with life, but everyone is forbidden from entering the kitchen. One day, Remy goes into the kitchen and is seen by the old lady in whose house the rats live. The lady shooting like crazy around the house, the roof falls in, and all the rats are discovered .They escape into a sewer using small boats. Remy gets late as he tries to drag along Gustaeu’s cooking book and gets lost in the sewer. He comes up to the ground to see that he’s in Paris and in Gusteau’s restaurant.

Only a few days earlier, a food critic, something Ego(forgot the name) had given a bad review for Gusteau’s restaurant, making it losing a star. Gusteau dies of shock, causing the restaurant to lose another star, making it only 3 starred now. Since he was in the sewer, Remy starts seeing Gusteau’s ghost. The ghost tells him to go into the restaurant. Here, Remy sees a boy, Linguini, whose mother had died being given a job as a garbage boy. Linguini accidently messes up the soup. Remy can’t bear to see it and fixes the soup. The Chef had seen Linguini fiddling with the soup and thinks he made it. Linguini gets a job as a cook, though he can’t cook. He had seen Remy fixing the soup and they decide to work together, as Remy wants to cook and Linguini wants a job. Somehow, Remy can operate Linguini like robot just by pulling his hair. So, Linguini keeps Remy hidden under his hat.

A letter from Linguini’s mother shows that Linguini is actually Gusteau’s son and he inherits the restaurant. Ego declares he will come to see how Linguini cooks and the whole restaurant is worried. Just a few days before, Remy has a fight with Linguini as he doesn’t get any credit. Later, they both realize they need each other and Remy comes back. On the evening when Ego comes, Linguini tells the whole staff about how Remy is the real cook and everyone leaves (don’t ask why). Linguini goes into his office, sad. Remy calls upon his whole rat family (hundreds) who help him cook. Linguini gets out his rollerblades and serves the food. Remy serves Ego, Ratatouille, a dish which seriously is NOT made of rats. I had become afraid that maybe Remy would sacrifice himself to serve Ego Ratatouille. Ego melts on eating the dish and gives a good review, even after being told who actually cooks the dish and how. A health inspector had also popped up in the restaurant kitchen just when it was swarming with rats. The rats kept him tied up till Ego left. As they had to let him go later, the restaurant was shut down because it was declared infested with rats.

In the end, Linguini opens his own restaurant, where Remy cooks with the help of his rat family and the restaurant is named, “Ratatouille”.

LE FIN

M(M)y Impact

Well, I meant to put it like the HT ppl do, with the title, “HT impact” and how their articles and news has changed situations:

I am proud to announce that my article Madame Misery(MM), which was recently published in the annual Dips Diary, has caused the school to look into the problems faced by children because of Man At Door. It was decided that Man At Door is more a nuisance to both students and teachers than a help, so Man At Door has been officially removed from the Door of the staff room.

Isn’t that great?? Now we can actually follow teachers to their desks, begging for ½ a mark more. Earlier, they could escape into the safety of the staff room. Now, the teacher’s pets can carry those high piles of copies for the teachers to the staff room again. Now, we can enter the staffroom without being labeled as criminals and without the need of bribing the Man At Door.

All thanks to M(M)e!!!!!

The Mountain Cleaver

He belonged to the musahar caste, who have a weird occupation of digging through rat holes after harvest and foraging grains stored by bandicoots. His name was Dasrath Manjhi and he spent his life cutting through a mountain. It was sort of in memory of his wife who died on the way on the hospital. They would have made it in time if the hill hadn’t been blocking the way. For 22 years, he cut through the hill, chip by chip. Now, there lies a path which has shortened the trip from 19 kms to 6 kms. But, it was no easy task. He did it himself, singlehandedly, using just a hammer and a chisel for a rock 360 ft long, 25 ft high and 30 ft wide. He died a week ago and is still remembered as “the man who moved a mountain”.

Calvin

I don't know why i find this terribly funny....

Check out the pic of LPHAC on the entry, The PHAC too....

Stupidest jokes in the universe

Today, in class X-f of D.P.S. R. K. Puram, the dumbest jokes were going around. Horrible, irritating PJ’s were being told and heard. They’re so horrible, you feel like laughing at their stupidity and crying at their irritatingness at the same time. I found all of the jokes terribly funny and I think that the PJ telling was started by Amit, who later started making up dumb jokes himself. Soon, the whole class was telling the jokes to each other and laughing or well, being irritated.

Here are some of those “awesome” jokes

· Q: What did Tarun say to Vani?? (yes, the same girl as in the entry, “Banta bottles”)

A: “Aa takli, teri maang bharoon”

· Q: Once there was a man who had a son. On the first birthday, he asked his son, “son, what do you want for your birthday?” the son replied, “ping pong balls”. So the father gave him ping pong balls. Then on the second birthday, he asked his son, “son, what do you want for your birthday?” the son replied, “ping pong balls”. So the father gave him ping pong balls. Then on the seventh birthday, he asked his son, “son, what do you want for your birthday?” the son replied, “ping pong balls”. So the father gave him ping pong balls. Then on the thirteenth birthday, he asked his son, “son, what do you want for your birthday?” the son replied, “ping pong balls”. So the father gave him ping pong balls. Then on the eighteenth birthday, he asked his son, “son, what do you want for your birthday?” the son replied, “ping pong balls”. So the father gave him ping pong balls. Then on the fiftieth birthday, he asked his son, “son, what do you want for your birthday?” the son replied, “ping pong balls”. So the father gave him ping pong balls. Then the son had a son of his own and on the first birthday, he asked his son, “son, what do you want for your birthday?” the son replied, “ping pong balls”. So the father gave him ping pong balls. And so on… Why does each generation of this family want ping pong balls on their birthday?

A: Because they like ping pong balls

· A father asks a man, “meri beti jawan ho gayi, mein kya karun?”

A: Fauj mein bharti kar do

· Q: Two kids, Pintu and Bunty are participating in a race. Pintu runs at 10 km/h and Bunty runs at 20 km/h. Who will win the race??

A: Pintu, because Bunty was running in the opposite direction

· Q: What are you if you punch your forehead?

A: Sarpanch

· Q: A man had 6 hands. Everyone called him Hanuman. Why?

A: Because his name was Hanuman

· Q: What does a sardar say to a bald man?
A: E takle, sar dhakle

· Q: Which movie will a beggar go to watch?
A: Cash

· Q: Once a man had a son. On the day before the son’s 20^th birthday, he asked the son what he wanted for his birthday. The son said “a yellow Ferrari”. The father searched all over and couldn’t find a yellow Ferrari, so he bought him a yellow Audi instead. When the boy woke up in the morning, the father showed him the car from the window. The son was very angry that his father didn’t buy a yellow Ferrari so he committed suicide. The father had another son a few years later. On the day before the son’s 20^th birthday, he asked the son what he wanted for his birthday. The son said “a yellow Ferrari”. The father searched all over and couldn’t find a yellow Ferrari, so he bought him a white Ferrari and painted it yellow. When the boy woke up in the morning, the father showed him the car from the window. The boy ran downstairs, ran across the road and when he touched the car, the paint which was still wet, came off. The son was very angry that his father didn’t buy a yellow Ferrari so he committed suicide. The father had another son, and on the day before the son’s 20^th birthday, he asked the son what he wanted for his birthday. The son said “a yellow Ferrari”. The father searched all over and couldn’t find a yellow Ferrari, so he specially got a yellow Ferrari manufactured. When the boy woke up in the morning, the father showed him the car from the window. The boy ran downstairs, and was running across the road when a lorry ran over him and he died. What is the moral of the story?
A: Look both ways before crossing the road

· Q: Three cockroaches were sitting around. One of them began singing, “aashiq banaya, aahiq banaaya, aashiq banaaya aapne...” the other two cockroaches died. Why?
A: Because he sang a “hit” song

· Q: three lizards were sitting on a wall. One of them began singing, “aashiq banaya, aahiq banaaya, aashiq banaaya aapne...” the other two fell off the wall. Why?
A: Because they began to clap

· Q: If Anshul (a guy in our class) sings a song, which song will he sing?
A: How would I know? Go ask him….

· Q: Three kids are boasting about their dads
Kid 1: my dad is superman
Kid 2: my dad is he-man
What does kid 3 say?
A: my dad is Pokeman

· Q: a baby says “ff,ff,ff,ff”. Why?
A: f=ma

Career Counseling

Career planning hasn’t helped me at all. I’m serious. It’s an important decision, and I have to make up my mind before January.

Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I seriously cannot make up my mind. I wish we didn’t have so many options, at least I wouldn’t be soooo confused.

Here’s my list of what I could or want to do:

Aviation: I would have made up my mind about civil aviation if my eyesight wasn’t weak. Its been my dream to fly and this is the closest I can get.

Medicine: I really don’t know if I want to be doctor, my dad wants me to. So, I’ve put it as an option, if I don’t make up my mind, I suppose that’s what I’ll do, though it isn’t exactly what I want.

Journalism: I’m good at writing and hat what compels e to put this in the list. Its interesting, but still not exactly what I want. Its like working behind the scenes, just your name in the paper… Being a correspondent does get you on TV, but not I want.

Psychology: I’m interested in it, but it doesn’t exactly have a bright future, not too much pay, not exactly what I want.

Photographer: I like it, but I can’t do it for too long, not too many opportunities.

I really wish my eyesight wasn’t weak. I would have done something I really want. Nice pay, I could have been the youngest woman pilot in India for a year at least…. *sniff*, my dreams are shattered….. Being a doctor isn’t what I want, I don’t think I could live through a surgery .I would have done psychology, but I want to do something better, there isn’t exactly a great demand for psychologists or high posts for them. Being a photographer is ok, but I like it more as a hobby.

Oh by the way… by the career planning thing, I’m assertive and in arena, which is quite unlike me, I am quite quiet.

In the learning style inventory, I got 43 points in column A, as an accommodator. It suggests a career in: management, business, govt. services, defence ,banking, public admin., politics etc… I don’t want to anything in any of these fields. I wonder if these group counseling sessions ever helped anyone……

I want to do something which has good pay and something I truly like. It shouldn’t be too demanding of me and if possible, allow me to travel a lot. Something which has a lot of opportunities and allows promotion, allows you to go to the highest level

"Baharon phool barsao, mera mehboob aaya hai"- The Taslima Story

The line basically means, “Trees, rain flowers, my darling has arrived”, and nicely tells Taslima’s story. She is an average writer and wanted quick fame. She attacked Islam her book, Lajja or shame. She said that many practices were evil and Islam was wrong. Allegedly flower pots were thrown on her or something. It’s funny things like this should happen in a secular country like India, which has survived only because of bonds holding people of all religion together.

What the hell have people got against Islam and Muslims???

They expect us to be weird and different. Many say when they come to know I’m a Muslim, “you don’t look like one”, as if they expect me to have horns.

We harbor terrorism and train terrorists. Muslim nations are apparently full of shit. All Muslims are backward. Beware of the Muslim with a beard, he may just kill you.

People have crappy images of Muslims in their minds and immediately think of Taliban and Osama when given the equation “Beard+Muslim”. I do agree that some practices are stupid, like the purdah, but let people wear it if they want to! Girls start wearing it at a small age and don’t mind it. If anyone is forced to wear it, I understand, but if someone wants to wear the burkha, let it be, OK? If they don’t want to wear it, they’ll stop.

Each religion has some good things and some bad things, but it doesn’t make a religion wholly bad. Religion has domesticated humans and given them an aim. It has shown them a path, told them the difference between good and bad and told them to do good things, be it through the fear of god. Come on, what sort of “evil” religion would tell you to give alms to the poor, not to kill, to hurt someone, be it physically or emotionally, and to be punctual? The Koran says that no one can get away with any wrong doing and that sinners will be punished on judgement day. What sort of “evil” religion stops people from sinning?? This “evil” religion has given faith, hope, perseverance, strength, order, an aim and a LIFE to many.

Taslima, go dunk your head and ideas in shit.

Philip Pullman Rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!

Philip Pullman’s book, The Northern Lights has won the Carnegie of Carnegies. Yeah!!!! I love that guy, but I think that The Amber Spyglass is better …. This has helped Philip Pullman be more famous, as the apparently, even the losers who didn’t know about him do know now. We’re having a book fair by Scholastic in the school and mainly Philip Pullman books are up for sale. They are even having a completion about him. It has 5 questions:

1) Name the 3 books of His Dark Materials trilogy

2) Who was the king of the bears?

3) What is the name of the movie coming out in December?

4) For which book has Philip won the Carnegie of Carnegies?

5) What are the northern lights and where are they likely to occur?

My library teacher asked me to give it so I did. All answers were right!!! But I don’t think I have a chance of winning as even those people who hadn’t read the books went over to the shelves where they were selling and quietly looked up the answers.

Why didn’t I think of that???

There’s going to be a lucky draw or something to select the winner out of the correct entries. The winner will get a mini digicam. Even though it sounds nice, the picture of the digicam showed something like an irritating keychain.

Philip Pullman is an amazing writer and his books are amazingly addictive. But I don’t like the Sally Lockhart series as much as His Dark Materials. The idea is awesome and I love the characters. They surprisingly have the most unusual qualities. Lyra is big liar and tomboyish. Will loves to be inconspicuous and is subtle. Still, everyone loves the characters. I love the ending of the trilogy, even though it gets too passionate than you’d imagine it would be for 14 yr olds. I like HDM best after LOTR (lord of the rings, for the idiots who don’t know, even after the movies). And the best thing of all, the movie on the first book, The Golden Compass is releasing on my birthday, The 7^th of December!!! I already know what I’ll be doing on my birthday…

Smile

Today, give a stranger one of your smiles. It might be the only sunshine he sees all day. ~Quoted in P.S. I Love You, compiled by H. Jackson Brown, Jr.


A smile confuses an approaching frown. ~Author Unknown


People seldom notice old clothes if you wear a big smile. ~Lee Mildon


A smile is a curve that sets everything straight. ~Phyllis Diller


Smile. Have you ever noticed how easily puppies make human friends? Yet all they do is wag their tails and fall over. ~Walter Anderson, The Confidence Course, 1997


The world always looks brighter from behind a smile. ~Author Unknown


Start every day with a smile and get it over with. ~W.C. Fields


Before you put on a frown, make absolutely sure there are no smiles available. ~Jim Beggs


A smile is an inexpensive way to change your looks. ~Charles Gordy


Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. ~Mark Twain, Following the Equator


The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. ~William Shakespeare, Othello


A smile is the light in the window of your face that tells people you're at home. ~Author Unknown


If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it. ~Andy Rooney


If you smile at someone, they might smile back. ~Author Unknown


Always remember to be happy because you never know who's falling in love with your smile. ~Author Unknown


Everyone smiles in the same language. ~Author Unknown


If you don't have a smile, I'll give you one of mine. ~Author Unknown


I've never seen a smiling face that was not beautiful. ~Author Unknown


Wear a smile and have friends; wear a scowl and have wrinkles. ~George Eliot


She gave me a smile I could feel in my hip pocket. ~Raymond Chandler

I can’t smile when I don’t want to, I simply can’t. Not even for photos. I can’t sport fake smiles myself and hate those who wear them all the time. Yeah, I know it’s good to be happy and all, but I just don’t like fake smiles. Smiling to spread cheer is ok; you do that a bit from the heart, but when you smile to get something from others, its plain mean. I’ve seen people who support fake smiles not to show people they’re sad. That’s ok I suppose, but I hate it when they’re used. I know a girl who smiles back at everyone as if she’s happy to see them; but goes and bitches about them later. I can’t smile when I don’t want to, but I can’t until I’m really happy ,or I end up twisting my mouth in a funny way; so I usually resort to keeping my face normal. But when a smile comes from my heart, it forms nicely on my face and doesn’t look awkward at all… I just look…happy.

I can’t fake smiles, but when I’m happy inside, the smile sneaks out itself so the whole world can see it. I smile at the dumbest things in the universe and laugh when they get dumber. Insane jokes make me roar with laughter, and then, I can’t stop it. Something blooms up inside me and I can’t contain it, I feel as if I’ve achieved everything I wanted and there’s nothing to do and nowhere to go. I get this weird feeling, I feel I’m floating. This happened to me on Sunday, when I spent the whole day watching “avatar”, a show I love and I just warmed up. Then I read my favorite book, HIS DARK MATERIALS and I was so happy I was flying. Ok, these aren’t really big things to be happy at, but it’s the way I am. Lots of dumb and normal things make me smile from inside, like rain, a rainbow, a strong breeze that chills me to the bones, a sunset, the beach at night, a full moon, seeing someone I love happy ,a cute baby, lots of things. I can’t understand why I can’t smile when I want to, like when I see a person after a long time, I want to smile at him as he smiles at me, but I can’t. I look mean.

Actually, I can’t do anything when I’m not in the mood to. I can’t study, or play, or do anything. Its irritating when I need to study but I can’t put my mind to it. I’m plain impulsive, I can’t do anything until I feel for it. Some people say its good, because when I put my mind to something, I don’t stop until I finish it. I don’t know; I sometimes end up not finishing projects and homeworks on time because of this.

She

She’s dead.

You must be wondering who is dead and why. It’s my aunt, my dad’s younger sister. She’s dead.

It’s pathetic, very pathetic, to see your family suffer like this. My dad has 5 brothers and sisters. She was younger than him, her name is Farzana. All the 3 sisters names rhymed, Shahana,Farzana and Rukhsana. She was the middle one and was living in Lukhnow. She was sick. I don’t know when she found out, but I found out this summer holidays. I had only been 5 days since I had come back from France when we received a call early in the morning, around 7. Usually we don’t get calls at this time and it was a bit strange. My grandmother had called. She talked to dad and mom and when they kept the phone, they looked worried. They told me my aunt was sick and in the hospital. She had been visiting Grandma in Delhi when something happened to her. I don’t know what exactly but I came to all this only by overhearing people on the phone. No one told me anything. We left that evening, I a bit reluctantly as I was sleepy and also as I didn’t know how serious the matter was. We went to the hospital where aunt was admitted. She was in the ICU. That meant things were bad. Another of my aunts (the youngest one) came to fetch us from the hospital gate and guided us to the ICU.

I remember my youngest aunt as being the liveliest, always happy and cheerful. That day, she was grim. She looked tired and bent and worried. She had rings under her eyes as if she hadn’t slept. I still hadn’t realized how serious the matter was. I wondered what was happening. When we went up, I saw almost all my aunts and uncles around. I started getting worried then. Some of them had red eyes as if they had been crying. My grandpa looked grimmer than usual. I sat down on a seat and wondered what was up. It was visiting time, so one by one my relatives trailed in to meet aunt. My mom came out in tears. My dad asked me to go too, but I refused. I feel horrible still for refusing; I didn’t know what was up and was afraid of what I’d see. I stood by as people talked and that’s when I realized that she was in the last stage of cancer. CANCER.

Shit.

I sympathized with her, but more with my relatives. Well, she is my relative but I hadn’t seen her for 6 years and didn’t even remember her face. I was afraid of what would or could happen how it would cause grief to my parents, my grandparents and my aunts and uncles. Sometimes, you can force yourself to sympathize a lot with a person because you don’t know him. I felt guilty that I didn’t. I was afraid I’d appear unemotional and strange.

We went back to grandma’s house and stayed for the night. The next day I was informed that my aunt had asked especially to meet me. Me. I went again to the hospital that evening during the visiting hours to meet her. She was pale. Very pale. Something told me that wasn’t her natural complexion. She opened her eyes a little and said my name and said salaam. She recognized me. She asked how my trip to France was if my mom was there. I replied and then didn’t know what to say. I just stood there holding her cold, shrunken and pale hand. She had a few tubes attached to her. Her hair was open and strewn across her pillow. She looked ill and undernourished. I can still remember her face.

We stayed at grandma’s for a week or so. All my relatives were there and we shared beds and slept. It would have been joyful if aunt wasn’t sick. It had been a long time since we had been like this, together. Pain bonds. I can’t deny it. I met some of my cousins after a long time. There are 9 of us, 8 were present there. We had fun, pillow fights, food sharing, playing on the comp or the xbox, dancing around, playing hide and seek in the middle of the night that all the adults snapped at us……..It was fun. We had never been like this, together, and I’m afraid we’ll never get a chance again.

My aunt died on the 6^th of august. On the 5^th night, my dad had called and asked mom to pack his bags as aunt was sick and he was going to Lucknow. He left that night and returned on the 9^th. He didn’t seem different, except that he was a bit weary. I didn’t see him the whole day. I was sitting and doing my homework when my mom, I don’t know how it started, informed me aunt had died. I was shocked. I asked her again and again to confirm she wasn’t joking and that it was the same aunt. My aunt had left for Lucknow from Delhi in June on a stretcher. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t eat. She was on glucose and food was being transferred straight to her bloodstream. Before leaving, she signaled to me to come near and said that once she was well, she’d come to fetch me and then she’d take me to Lukhnow to show her house. She believed she was going to get well. That’s what she was told. We all made plans that we’d go to nainital together, all my dads siblings and their families. She never got well.

I am terribly upset none of this happened. My dad went around saying under his breath, my sister, my poor sister till a few days ago. But I thank her for the one week she gave me to spend with my family and for bringing them together. I know she’s in heaven.

The PHAC

You must be wondering who PHAC is, isn't it??
Sorry, but I can't tell you or PHAC will come and murder me. PHAC is a guy, a horrible looking, hairy guy. I and my friend hate him a lot. We were sitting together when she started drawing a picture of PHAC on the table and the picture(I have no idea why0 reminded me of bio lab specimens. So, I wrote down an experiment on PHAC on the table.
Later, I made my friend draw the picture on a piece of paper and I am also going to publish the activity. Why??? to iritate PHAC

Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!

Here it goes:

Aim: to study the germination of hair nodules on PHAC

Requirements: 1 healthy, live PHAC, oil, manure as fertilizer

Method: Place PHAC on a rotating table, apply fertlizer and oil on PHAC and leave in sun for a few days

Observation: hair grows at the rate of 17 hairs/s

Inference: PHAC is very hairy

Precautions: 1) wear gloves while handling PHAC or your hands can become hairy
2) do not apply too much oil or fertilizer or PHAC will turn into a werewolf

So.......... i finally got the picture that sampoorna drew.
Isb't he *shiver* *shiver* horrible???

Is the verdict right??????

"I made a mistake, sir, 15 years ago!!!"

Its a pity Sanjay Dutt has been convicted for 6 YEARS!!!! I was looking forward to Munnabhai 3 and he is one of my favorite actors. I'm not saying that he is innocent but perhaps the sentence is too harsh. Sanjay Dutt is paying now for the mistakes he made in the drug-addict days of his youth and for the bad company that he kept.
What did he do? many ask. He illegally possessed weapons,stored and destroyed them. He purchased a .9 mm pistol,accepted an AK-56 rifle and ammunition from the underworld, ate with them and entertained their calls. But, we all know that Sanjay was able to kick his drug habit and concentrate on his life. He has improved as a person and an actor. The underworld maintained connection and paid attention to him because he was the son of a big star, rich and had all it takes to become a star. Maybe if Sanjay had done something else rather than acting,his underworld friends might have shown little or no interest in him.
It appears that the Bombay Riots were a causative factor for the Bombay Blasts. The resentment against the government and police by a body of muslim youth was exploited. They were brainwashed into taking revenge

People are arguing that what has been done with Sanjay is right and it shows that the law is same for all. But is it really???
The Srikrisna report found R.D. Tyagi, the joint commissioner,"guilty of excessive and unnecessary firing" that killed 9 muslims in the suleiman bakery incident. Tyagi was not punished, but he actually became the police commissioner of Mumbai; his case was discharged in April '03.
In the Wadala masjid sub-inspector Nikhil Kapse was found "guilty of unjustified firing" that killed 7 muslims. A departmental probe exonerated him.
Also, in the case of BJP leader Gopinath Munde, in "the vehicle in which his personal assistant Vivek Maitra was traveling, was found a revolver in Munde's name and one empty case". Both Mnde and Maitra were booked under TADA and the Arms Act. Soon, all the cases were dropped.


I think that the verdict against Sanjay Dutt was too harsh as he is now a better man. These people were also guilty, but never convicted.

Nicknames

Its been 6 yrs that our class has been together. Each class has its own stories and nicknames. I won't write the stories as many will be bound to object, but here is the list of class nicknames that I and my friend made a long time ago:

(In alphabetical order)

A: APPLE(bamon) ; ALLE/HALLE(anshul) ; ADIPOSE(aditya)

B: BLACK(sambhav) ; BHUJIYA(pujya) ; BALU(pragun) ;BATLI(bamon)

C: CHUNMUN(medha) ; CHANA(anshul) ; CHU-CHU(vinayak)

D: DIPSY(payal) ; DOSA/DAUD(kavir) ;DHARMENDRA(sambhav) ; DEVI(punya) ; DEFORESTATION(manvi)

E: EKCHULLY(shreeda) ; ENIMAL(harleen)

F: FRANKENSTEIN(bamon)

G: GOSSEEP(sanya) ; GHODI[CHUNMUN DI](medha) ; GUJJU(pujya)

H: HALF(half)

I: ILA(tarun)

J: JAPO(archit) ; JYUSS(abhishekh) ; JUNIPER(siddhant) ; JULIE(bamon) ; JHAD SINGH(vani)

K: KHARBUJA(bamon) ; KKRISH(krishen) ; KAALA(sambhav)

L : LES-LES(harleen)

M: MONTE-CARLO(manvi) ; MADU(sambhav) ; MONKEY-MAN(mohit)

N: NAUSENA/NAUJAWAN(vinayak) ; NOSEHAIR(payal) ; NANI HOUSE(shivam)

P: PANTHER(sambhav) ; PRINCASS(me)

R: RAVAN(lipika) ; ROSOGULLA(sampoorna) ; RAKHI(aditya)

S: SANJU-MANJU(bamon) ; SHOAIB(me) ; SUBHAN-ALLAH/SUMO(archit) ;SHIBU(me)

T: The PHAC (you don't want to know)

V: VEERU(veerangana) ; VINAYAKS(vinayak)

X: XXY(half)

Z: ZUBEDAAR JHAD SINGH(vani)

Banta Bottles

Imagine a banta bottle(lemon soda). Stretch it to 5 ft size and attach arms and legs to it and make it wear the school uniform.
What do you get????????
VANI SOOD

The class has officially nicknamed her as Chill Banta or Kancha. The reason is that once, Vani had come panting into the class and was breathing in a weird way while making weird sounds (apparently) and people began to wonder why she was doing that. Since she does not have breathing problems, it was concluded that the cause of her breathing like this is because a Kancha(marble) is stuck in her throat like it is in a banta bottle
The result is that everyone in our class breathes heavily before asking her to do anything and she is apparently pissed with them and so she comes and tells me all about it. I seriously find it very funny...The way these people imitate her is hilarious and it is funny to think of a 5 ft girl as a banta bottle. But some people do sympathise with her..... they tell her ways to get rid of the kancha!! Some people suggested using phenyl to flush it down, some suggested tezaab(acid) as it is also used to clean blocked sinks and toilets. Some people also suggested using a plunger to pull it out. Amit does a classic acting of her. Sometimes I do try to stop others from making fun of her but it all seems to be used against her. Someone said that she was useless so I replied that she was actually a valuable asset(don't ask me why I said that). In return, they said that she will be if we install a windmill in her throat.............