A Postcard from Zanzibar

Sunday morning dawned lazily upon me, I had no work, nothing to do, so I realised I should clean up my room. So I decided to start with washing clothes, and in three trips to the washing machine, I had a few clean clothes, I guess enough to get me through three weeks of college. I was thinking about breakfast when somebody knoocked on my door, I open it. It was the matro, she handed me a nice little postcard. It was one of those picture postcards you get when you go to a new place, yes it was. Puzzled, I asked her if she'd come to the right door..She asked me if I was G Sneha Sindhu. Well, all the other deliveries I got till then were parcels of books/clothes/food from home, I would have known they were coming the minute they left Hyderabad.

Well, I took the card from her, and excitedly flipped it over, and yes, it was for me! It was a lovely postcard from Zanzibar sent by my long lost friend, Nikita. I was overjoyed, and I teared. Yes, I did. I was soo overwhelmed, by the little card. The little card came as a beacon of hope reminding me of the fact that there are people who still love me after everything I did. Suddenly, it was like I shedded that nasty amount of guilt I was carrying around from almost this time last year. I felt free, I really did. I felt, for that one full second that in this world anything's possible.

That day I realised, well , simply that somethings in life are way more important than others, and it's very important that you get your priority list right. Things happen to people, and you have to learn to face them and deal with them. It's also very vital that in life you must always play by your own rules, or as it was the Bushy haired girls gtalk tagline a few days ago, Live Life by your Own Terms. Well, the one year I chose not do that, to be someone else, to 'improve' myself, well, I fell into a ditch soo deep it took me a year and a post card from my friend to get myself out of it. Well, another way to look at it is..maybe I had to take the fall to remind me how far I'd gotten from myself.


I was soo happy, I pinned that card to my softboard, it's the place where I pin up little things from days/places I really want to remember. I put the card right on top, because that's where it belongs, atop everything that happened to me in NLU. Finally, after almost a year, I forgave myself. Peace.


P.S. Love you Niki, and also all the people who were there for me in the last one year...you know who you are :D.

Lameness around us!

This post is dedicated to the lame jokes we hear in NLU, its' everywhere this sastaap, in class, amongst friends, I mean it, everywhere.

One day in a heated debate in a moot,
Sunshine- Your Ladyship, when the husband comes home from work everyday he deserves something...................
(Ladyship looks disturbed, and the class explodes...)
Sunshine-  some ...............homely treatment........


Oneday in a boring class,
Addicted to Self- Arjun is Concentrate (Mital looks like he got a heart spasm)
Sunshine - No sir, he's dilute

In King's Pavillion
Vishnu- Hey split, the chicken man.....
Captain Fantastic - No man Banana split it...

In another of Addicted to Self's classes, during attendance..
"Arjun..Arjun Rao...ek Mahabharat mein do Arjun kaise ho sakthey hain?"

During a football match
Random people- They can't do shit man! They can't do shit!
Captain Fantastic- They can't shit man, they can't shit!

Oneday Kant was walking past a little VSFC group meeting, and we needed him to win the next day...like badly
Captain Fantastic- My name is Kant............
TBITRS- I am footballer!


Hence with the above submissions, I rest my case!!

Names...

Here’s a very old joke adapted to suit the needs of my sight headed class mates…


SNC and James Bond were seated next to each other , Mr.Bond with a Martini (Shaken not stirred) in hand, without an inkling of what he’s getting himself into says,

Bond- Hello, I am Bond, James Bond...and you are...

SNC- Sastry

Chidambara Sastry

Sai Chidambara Sastry

Naga Sai Chidambara Sastry

Sarva Naga Sai Chidambara Sastry..

Bond-………………………………………………………………………………………………… (with Martini (shaken not stirred) in hand).

Yeah, weird haan, how the way you write your name changes with the place where you come from. It’s new day in a new semester..and during the roll call, the teachers inevitably stop at

G.Sneha Sindhu, What do we call you?

SNC Sastry (They just go blank!)

I am sure even half of the class does not know Zonun is not Zonun, but Thara..yeah, again..

We were told by a great man that surnames come after the first name, nope not in the place I come from. I can’t understand why teachers can’t get this idea into their heads, semesters come and semesters go…but this question still remains. Imagine all the names I knew back home written backwards, lol like Veera Venkata Surya Prakash

Or

Pingala Satyanarayana Murthy (wherein Murthy is his name)

Or

Potti Sriramulu (the names Ramulu...)

Most of the illustrious South Indians have their names after their surnames..like Gundappa Vishwanath, or N.T.Rama Rao..



So here’s a lil request to all the North Indians… Before you decide which part of a name is what..it makes sense to say out the whole name first, and then ask the person concerned how he or she wishes to be addressed!! Yeah it will be difficult, but how would you guys like it if people call you..lets say a Sharma or a Trivedi? And not…Anjali or Rahul…

Chew on this till my next post!

It's Contagious, this Football Fever!

It was one of those days, those days when you wake up in the morning, and look out of your room balcony, and see a pretty picture of a blue sky, and a green football field, and the lovely brown buildings of our college, and say to yourself, looks like it's gonna be a nice day. Then ofcourse I got into my preCRE rituals, like finishing the memo, and ironing the moot clothes and stuff.

I went to the mess with my not so near neighbor, and finally got my memo printed. Slowly the second hour dawned upon us, and the first good thing of the day happened, Sunshine, actually rebutted! Yes, he walked up the judge, and said teh counsel has three rebuttal points! I should have known then, and in the third hour, my CRE went off without a glitch! Socio test was good too, and these were only lil pleasures before what was to come.

At five 10, I reached the football ground with Chirpy, and Cheery(since a particular someone was not happy with the name I gave her last), and ran off again to buy water(my job!). Sometime during the first half, Sunshine walks upto me, here's what happened:

Sunshine-Hi (with that radiating smile)

Me-Shove off! (and starts pushing him away....)

Sunshine- Arre, you were supposed to treat me na, for what?

Me- If my team wins.......

Sunshine- (in another language) You'll never win, not against them!
(just then Iki goes all out and heads one right into the goal!!) MASS HYSTERIA FOLLOWS

Nicely done, Sunshine....you are the best!!!

And in the second half, TBITRS tops it off with another one, he had viral, and is still recovering. And we beat the top team, the glamozons! And as Captain Courageous puts it, "He has fever man!" And TBITRS also become Man of the Match. Footie fever, or frenzy, whatever you call it, we caught it too! And yeah, an honorable mention to our AWESOME goalie, YOGI!! What keeping, getting better with every match. And Vishnu and ofcourse the BIRTHDAY BOY, what play! As Shitty said, "Good FootBall!"

My team played like a force, all amazing play. The night was topped by some pub hopping, and another tequila shot, and WONDERWALL!!

Next match, Friday, against Foza Neri...let's see who's the better FORCE!!