Pyaar Hawa De Vich Bikhar Gaya...

I have a final exam for my History class tomorrow (Thursday) and, as some of you may know, I am the world's worst exam-taker. I think it's a highly artificial way of testing one's knowledge and I never understood how answering a question that reflects someone else's take on a piece shows how well you've connected with the material. Anyway, my anger towards institutionalized education doesn't change anything. So take the exam, I must.
I also have immense trouble studying for exams. I understand the thought/labour processes when studying for the sciences/econ (bleh), but it's completely beyond me to understand how to study for a History exam! So, I've been revising all the stuff that we've learned in class - reading through all my notes - going through papers I've written...and I'm hoping that should be enough. Right? I shall let you know how the exam goes - although that post might entail a lot of whining-shining...so prepare yourself.
Why Jab We Met?? Well, one way I've been getting through the agony of exam-prep is by (re-)watching this fantastic film! I was recently gifted a DVD of this film (thank you, angel from above) and, needless to say, it has become the reason I exist. For those of you who have lived with me over the past year, you will remember my fantastic (or "annoyingly Mika", as some would say ::hmpf::) Mauja Hi Mauja ringtone, my constant references to random dialogue snippets ("SIKHNI HOON MAIN BHATINDA KI!!") and my desire to be Geet (still working on that one...). This is also the film that converted me from the Shahid-looks-like-a-girl party to the Shahid-marry-me! party. Also, can we say enough about the magic of Pritam da's music? For those of you who've watched it and have loved the film as much as I do (I just completed my 12th viewing of it - and I promise you it gets better every single time!) - can you possibly think of a better way of falling in love?? For those of you who have not yet watched it - I am sorry to be the one to tell you, but your life is pretty meaningless as it stands. For those of you have watched it and (god forbid) don't like it very much - as Geet would no doubt want to tell you, "Maro, saale!"
OK, I smell naan! I'm going to run and steal one before Mummy-ji notices...also there's a slow drizzle dripping from the Providence sky. Rain needs to come - Rain, as in fat globs of water hurtling down from the sky. Wish me luck for the y-exam tomorrow - your wishes and Nagada will keep me going till it's over.

P.S. - Bongs, can we please band together and figure out a way to make Bengalis look Punjabi-cool in the movies? Enough with the brooding Devdas-es and "roshogolla" jokes.