I am not opinionated, it's just that I am always right.
Dynamic personality, subtle black humour, extremely freindly, silent killer.
Hey everyone, welcome to my world. The world of the all encompassing.
My Father, my guide: Did i see the light of this world with papa on my lips? papa has been my strength throughoyt my 21 years long stint on this planet. I am an ambivert,to the extent of being unavailable to those people as well who think they know me well. Knowing me is entirely different from knowing Nikhila Pant. If that sounds confusing enough u should not read any further!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now that you have dared to enter my oyester, welcome once again......
The person Nikhila is : The flirtatious looks,the charming smile, the baby face are all there to take the innocent people for a ride."I don't care about anything."is what one can very often hear me say.Lest you are taken in by my non-chalant attitude,you should know that behind that facade is me who cares for everything.
Habbits: Completing work right on time, going to any extent to help, blowing up the people close to me, being quick to realise what i have done and then not thinking twice before saying sorry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Making friends: Thats quite easy for me.I make many friends,but those who really get to be real close to me are not those who are the I am. Interestingly enough I get to open up to those who are my foils. So all those guys who are planning to queue up better take note..............Interests:I like reading books,not any book for that matter. I like going crazy reading classics. Shakespeare, Mary Shelley, Premchand bask in the glory of my appreciation. I prefer reading books because they are thought provoking and give me a new viewpoint to look at the world.
The Story of My Life: I AM NOT A GIRL, NOT YET A WOMAN
Yes, I am fond of songs. I am an obsessive bathroom singer who believes in showing her talent to everyone.
There lies a story behind my name. My father Dinesh Chandra Pant was very fond of the name Nikhil. In me he found a golden opportunity to personalise the name and the rest, as they say, is history. Nikhila means born from the sky, the sky that is above all. So ladies and gentlemen, here I arrive with the story of my life.
Comedy, suspense, mystique, melodrama personified, that’s Nikhila Pant for you. I know you will forgive me the exaggeration, when I say that this bright star had arrived on this earth on May 28, 1983 at 6:15 in the morning. The second-born of my parents, Mr. Pant, a banker, and housewife Mrs. Pushpa Pant, I was as chubby and red as a tomato. I used to call an egg, Anna, instead of anda. Papa saw an opportunity in this as well and I was nick named Anna. So now I share my name with all the villainous Annas of the Bollywood movies.
My health has been inversely proportional to my age. Probably in a couple of years I will become Miss India, joining the league of Mr. India of Bollywood.
My SiblingsI have been blessed with an elder sister Nivedita who like all the elder siblings is a pain in the neck. I can not dispose her off as she is the one who sponsors all my recreational activities. Like all younger brothers, Aditya, my younger brother has mastered the art of fleecing me off my money.
Going to Lady Irwin School was fun. Wearing A-frocks made me look like a doll, but only till my mother hade not decided to put my luscious, curly tresses between the scissors. All was not fine at school. I would cry when my classmates called me Nahi Khila. Apart from this hiccup everything was great. I was academically strong and a favourite of my teachers. School life, especially the higher secondary has been memorable. I was known as Miss Hitler by the boys for very conspicuous reasons. No guy could gather the courage and talk unless I took the initiative, which happened only rarely. To me, boys were lesser a species.
They say God has his own ways. I got through Lady Shri Ram College. Studying English Hnrs. was a whole new experience. From the monotony of matching the debit credit sides of a balance sheet to understanding the complexities behind Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein marked a huge shift in my way of thinking, in my perspective towards life. The eve of NSS Diwali Mela 2001 at LSR- is the evening I will never forget. I had worked exhaustively for the Mela as a part CRY. November 8, 2001, I was pillion riding with my father when a car hit us. The next thing I saw was the lights of Apollo Hospital and overheard the doctors telling my father my face and neck had been bruised beyond recognition. I underwent plastic surgery and went back to college in January 2002. Stepping into LSR was indeed a turning point. The female spirit arose, never to be suppressed again. We called the canteen the café; the boyfriends of others were called chauffeurs. Everyone wondered why I did not have one.
Probably I never wanted to be caught with the wrong one when the right one came along!!!!!!
A swift transition from English literature to journalism came with The Times School of Journalism. Thomas sir called me the Fire Brand Individual and my classmates call me Mirchi. It is at TSJ, where I met many multi-faceted personalities, great teachers and competent colleagues. I am at a very important stage of my life, a stage where I am not a girl, not yet a woman.
What my friends have to say about me: This damsel from the mountains, who is otherwise as cool as cucumber, will cut you asunder dare you say anything against women. You can find this love struck bird chirping around casaully. Did we say casually? Prima facia she may look but she is not; throwing literarty commemts, sometimes in English, sometimes in Greek. This firebrand is all set to take the journalistic world by storm.
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