Navya: These mallus are barbaric.
Neethu: These brahmins...
Navya:...will never change. The upcoming brahmins are slut-cum-girls.
Mrs. Gopinath: Go go!
Navya: Rombo pandre.
Neethu: Shut up.
Navya: Can i call you chechee from today?
Neethu: Call me cheta.
Navya: Okay.
Mrs. Gopinath: This is regarding some of the ingredients in the story.
Madz: Arre yaar! [you did not understand me]
Navya: Pussy.
Mrs Gopinath: Suspense has been created.
Navya: Adithya and Jahnavi sitting in a tree...
Mrs Gopinath: At least you know what you're looking for and where you're looking for it.
Navya: We connected each other with wires, we threatened to turn the circuit on, we drew a graph and we came.
Mrs Gopinath: The corrupting power of money.
Navya: She's insulting you bittu!
Madz:
Navya: Screws
...
up
...
baah

If you do a spell check on 'gopinath' it tries to change it to 'opinionated'. How ironic.

John 10:10/Children

Children: devilish fiends put on this earth only to steal and kill and destroy. Like the thief? John 10:10.
Okay, maybe they're not that bad.
Scratch that. They totally are.
But let me explain. My family has thoughtlessly invited an absolute drove of guests whose names I won't mention here, for as far as I can see the sole purpose of feeding them birthday party food which is until further notice denied to me, and they've brought the three most angelical cherubs having the most seraphic countenances with them.
Not.
Their idea of fun, as far as they have demonstrated, include scratching my wooden staircase with the most hideous shoes I have ever had the misfortune to lay eyes upon, peering owlishly at me (they might as well ASK what I'm doing, for the amount of discreetness they display) and staring at my "Yo soy mas bonita que los otros" sign as if it's Greek.
Its Spanish.
My point is that they have yet to prove they have even one redeeming quality, thereby proving my thesis that children are, in fact, completely useless.
Put on this earth to "steal and kill and destroy", as ol' John likes to say.
Although I'm not sure he was talking about children. Whatever. He said "the thief", and that's totally open to misinterpretation. I'm sure even if he DID mean, well, Satan, he probably realized in retrospect what a mistake he had made. Children are far, far, worse.



No insult intended. The thesis is party to some exceptions, just like the solubility chart.

SMUN

I am SO ANNOYED. They're talking about PIG FAT. Who CARES about PIG FAT? NO ONE, that's who. Least of all ME. I really don't give a crap about SMUN. I would've bunked if i had known they were going to pack us into the audi all day. Like rats. PACK rats. With straw. Okay, there's no STRAW but it's almost as bad, I'm foodless and without aim. Without driving purpose, except to finish this kachori in stealth. Which is proving near impossible because Mrs. Lali is LOOKING at me. Doesn't she have someone else to stare at? Somewhere else to be?
Ooh, Delegate of France. I like the way he talks. He's the one who likes Sonal. Karen* has worn capris and come. To a MUN. With WHITE FLATS. Dude, she needs a costume manager. Most of these people are so fashion impaired.
Some 11th standard is getting belted by Urvashi for bringing her phone. I hope she CRIES. The Delegate of India has such a horrible voice. Like the Delegate of Switzerland, can't public speak to save her life. And the roof of my mouth is burning thanks to that guava smelling kachori.
Boring, boring, borinnng. This auditorium smells like FEET. I wonder where Urvash has gone? Leona's speaking now. She's Delegate of Vietnam.
Shelby*'s just gotten up and LEFT. Ayshu says you can't do that. She look so horrible, she's wearing some black thing over some red thing and it's so TIGHT, she's so FAT, it's just oozing out. Doesn't she look at herself everyday and realize?
This auditorium smells so bad, it's going to make me puke. Look at Koyal. She's wearing flats, but she looks nice. Delegate of France! Yay! I'm sleeeeeepy. Now Karishma's also belting the 11th standard. And Nikhat. Karishma's sitting with us, even though she's 'Dep. Sec. Gen.'. Can't they switch on the AC? It's so musty and airless.



*name changed to protect privacy