FACEBOOK QUIZZES HAAYE RABBA...FULL PERSONALITY ANALYSIS =D

So I’m bored. And jobless. And there’s Facebook. With millions of unbelievably useless quizzes. A zillion of which I took today.  Anyway, courtesy the many enthusiastic and creative creators of these horrendous quizzes, I now know what color my aura is (yellow), whether I attract boys (of course I do! The best of the lot *WINK* ), the kinds I attract (mamma’s boys who never overstep their boundaries and have secure jobs), whether I’m perverted (I’m apparently NOT a disturbing human being who watches things she should not be watching), whether I’m fat (i escaped being 'moti' by a whisker it seems. I'm hot!.no need on laugh at that now ,I read a book on thinking positive you see !), what kind of personality I have (I’m the cutie, people. You gotta love me. Blah!) and if I’m clinically insane (I have bipolar disorder. And I’m also likely to develop OCD. In short an emotional wreck and a shrink's delight).

But there were some that I truly loved. Sample this:

What kind of an animal are you?

Result: MY BROTHER. You’re the most annoying thing ever, you should go jump in a ditch.

(‘brother’ is the last kind of animal I expected to be! :-o )

How well do you know men?

RESULT: Excellent!! (100%). Fantastic!! You really do know men pretty Well!! Either you're a master at what men really want or you've blatantly cheated! Or you might just be a man trying to find out if this quiz is authentic enough! Whatever it is, Congratulations, you're an Expert on that pathetic species called "Man".

(To be honest I blatantly cheated in this quiz.I can hardly understand this species called "MAN". Ah! *wink*)

When will you die?

Result: 25^th October 2008.

(This one led to a long comment thread of friends and foes fighting over my will. My computer and cell phone were up for grabs and no one seemed to care that I’m dead!)

It isn’t so much the result, but the questions that had me in splits. Like this one:

You are at a party and someone inadvertently spills some wine on you. You...

	Dash your entire Scotch and rocks in their eyes .
	Hire security to throw them off the balcony.
	Slip them a roofie while they aren't looking.
	Drag them by the hair to the Champaign fountain and hold them under for a ten count.

I chose the last one. The result? I’m quite Average. The kind who is slightly bitchy but cute with a low IQ!! (So much for dragging someone by the hair. Huh!)

"Pick whooo" quiz is an interesting option to keep your friends waiting that what next tag will I come up with for them.. I wanted to tag a sardar ji  friend of mine for "will look perfect as a lingerie model" but then dropped the idea considering the possible disasterous consequences (you see last time i tagged him for "will look good in mini skirts" and he threw a fit ) .So lingerie model can have really horrendous consequences ..;);)

Anyway, I’m off to make my own quiz so I can test the level of mastery of human analysis . Wait up, people! The quiz is coming soon :D

BSNL HAS GOT HUMOUR???

Every day, I gets at least 5-6 automated calls from BSNL with scarily seductive sounding girls urging me to become their ‘friend’ via the chat service or some such crap. And while  I am normally generous with  time for emotionally effed up people (being an aspiring therapist and all that. And coz I have nothing better to do), THIS I choose to pass.

(Food for thought: Why aren’t there any men offering ‘friendship’ on BSNL’s calls-from-hell?? Don’t girls and gay men need titillation, I ask! Tell me, BSNL. Why no Ramesh to keep me company on lonely nights while the men get to talk to Poojas galore? WHY?!)

Anyway. While I’m now aware of most of the numbers and have them saved as ‘WTF’ so I can avoid them, sometimes BSNL gets all sneaky and manages to pull a fast one on me by finding a new number to call from. So yesterday, when I was sleeping off the trauma of a twisted ankle , a familiar ringtone interrupted a dream that I don’t remember much of now. (But it featured Ranbir Kapoor in a towel, so I’m guessing it must’ve been a good one.) I answered the phone in my best sleepy seductive voice in the hope that it would be my-knight-in-shining-armour-who-accidentally-called-me-one-day-and-fell-in-love-with-my-voice-and-we-lived-happily-ever-after***. But no such luck. It was BSNL at its annoying best. And GUESS what I get to hear?

“Uff! Tum kyun mujhe roz roz yun phone karke pareshaan karte rehte ho?!”

SERIOUSLY NOW???

Some cheek these guys have! They gave a completely new meaning to the 'ulta chor kotwaal ko daante' thingie. Now tell me who to kill...!!!

***Clarification: No, I don’t have any such fantasies of getting calls from strangers and have them fall in love with my voice. Like seriously, that would be terribly creepy. What kind of a desperate, lonely girl do you guys think I am! Dude, I’d much rather be stalked..!!