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Being me...

[This is an extremely random post. Read at your own risk. I am trying to cure myself of the block (mental and emotional)]

I was tweeting today morning when a pal (@Viveksingh) asked me whether I was writing anything new these days. No, I told him. I lacked inspiration [whatever that is!]. He, then suggested that I get down to writing something very random and that ideas spring out of nowhere sometimes. I agreed. So here goes...

I am feeling very random right now so I am gonna write some random things about me... after all this is my blog ha?

1. My dad still calls me by my bari-r-naam [pet name]. I am hardly ever called by my name- Nikita. It is either Nikki, Nikku, Nixie, Nixon etc. 

2. I don't look like my dad or my mom while my sis is my mom's carbon copy...you have got to see it to believe me! Friends always teased me by saying that I might have been adopted. 

3. Never beaten up anyone. Cannot yell and fight [but fight I can!].

4. Once while visiting a homeopath, she asked me to list my favorite food and I was like- Tindora, daal, bhaath etc. She burst out laughing. 

5. I used to be embarrassed about my looks as a kid. In school I was incessantly teased and called a Nepo [Nepalese...no offence to them!]. 

6. I still have every bit of my kitchen set and barbie...I treasure them. I have tonnes of books too.

7. My sis grew taller than me real quick so when I was introduced as the older sister, I always got amazed cum sympathetic looks. Sheesh!

8. I enjoy a good argument and I proudly say, that my sis can never live up to it [I almost always win it too!]

9. I am a mess and I don't care. The goddess of cleanliness has overlooked me. 

10. I love spicy, deep fried food. Yummmmyyy....

11. I thrive on sarcasm. I love being bitchy and mean...sometimes. 

12. I am possessive about each and everything of mine. 

13. its my way or the highway. 

14. I am a workaholic. 

15.  Mom and I have clashing egos. We can never be on the same track. 

16. I love getting into an argument with my dad.

17. I would elope if I had the opportunity.

18. I have a huge crush on Howard Roark and Daniel Craig...sigh!

19. I just cannot drive. That is because I suffer from ADD - my attention span is like 5 secs. 

Bah. The randomness is getting to me. Thats it. Cannot think of anything more.
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