Tuesday 31 August 2010

LIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!


"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

If you hear a scream like that at 2am in the girls hostel, the three things which any normal and sane person would think are
1.There's a boy in the hostel
   (The truth: Hardly a reason to yell)
2.There's a MURDERER 
    (Truth: Yeah right, no murders here, on the sleepy little highway)
3.There's a DRAGON/TIGER/think on those lines
    (Truth:It's desert remember? They would probably have died in the heat, even if they did not they would have never gotten past the 'security' here. Our guards would have never let them in without them signing in the visitor's book!)

So, 2am when I hear Princess Z call out my name in those Psycho movie "shower stabbing" tones, I drag my fat ass off the bed and run down the corridor, to hear more yells, the reason? 

"Snehaaaaaaaaaa there's a LIZARD in my room".

I reach there to find Aditi already standing there with a broom in her hand, looking like one of those macho mafia killers. Then it begins, the pursuit, the hunt. It is usually accompanied by people yelling, standing on chairs, or generally waking up the whole hostel! After what seem like hours of chasing, yelling, swearing, moving everything in their rooms and the lizard going into call nooks and corners it can in that room, it finally decides to leave.

To get the views of an average NGHite on the existence of Lizards, one must NEVER EVER EVER ask to Zara. It's like asking Hitler about Jews, or Tennis players about streakers!

Here's what she had to say "I HATE LIZARDS! THEY ARE THE WORST THINGS TO HAVE HAPPENED TO THE EARTH. THEY DESERVE TO DIE, EVERYONE OF THEM!" Here's another snippet about our li'l princess, she happens to be in the ENVIRONMENT COMMITTEE!

I think after exams, moots and Intras, lizards are the reason why most people lose sleep. I swear by what I said. It's not only the person in whose room the lizard is that is irritated, IT IS THE GODDARN WHOLE FLOOR! 

People have tried anything and everything from Peacock feathers, to Lizard killers, but no, those little bastards keep coming back! One fine day we were in the Bushy haired girls room, she saw a lizard on the other side of her mesh and yelled! OMG!She ran to a nearby broom and starts hitting and yelling at the lizard, and Pop! The lizards falls!
Saumya- Where did it go?
Sneha - Into the cooler it went, now you can euthanize it!!

Here's what Z has to say on the mentality of lizards during on of those tedious shooieng away sessions, " These Lizards, they will not leave till they have been shooed away. They know we are shooing them!"

The other day after classes I was on my way back to my room. I saw a triumphant looking Zara standing in the corridor! "Sneha I got a bhaiyya ji to shoo away the lizard in my room"! Yeah! Go Z!

Later on gtalk,
Z- I hit a lizard with a broom!
Me-Yay!
Z-I dont think it died!
Me- How big was it?
Z-I think it was about 5cms
Me- Zara, if you hit a 5 cm Lizard with a 2 footlong broomstick,
              IT HAS TO DIE!

Today I learnt that 'people' have chased a lizard 360 degrees around a room, and the lizard went on to the ceiling and gave them a mocking look!
So here's a little request to all the lizards out there :

   BACK OFF! WE HERE IN NGH HATE YOU, WILL DO ANYTHING TO SHOO YOU AWAY!

Sunday 15 August 2010

She sat on the little rock close to the sea. The sun was slowly disappearing into the clam waters of the Pacific. As she looked at the sun, her mind wandered onto those unforgettable days. The water always seemed to calm her down. The little rock was far away from the crowds. It was her refuge. It was where she always came to think. 

It was here that she met him. It had been a particularly bad day at work. She needed to clear her head, she needed to be with herself. He was there too. At first she did not like the idea of a strange man stealing her refuge. She was taken aback, when he smiled and said, "I thought no one comes here".

She felt at home with him. She could tell him things that she could tell no one. She told him her fears, her dreams, her feelings, her inhibitions, her deepest and her darkest secrets. She loved him. She loved him more than she had loved anything before. She trusted him, she respected him. It was with him that she was herself. It was with him that she could be anyone she wanted, but for some strange reason, she always wanted to be herself.

He always knew what to say to her. He could calm her down, something very few people could do. He knew that she liked her salad with dressing at the side, he knew that she liked to watch old movies. He always held the door open for her, he always knew what songs to play, and he always got her white lilies, her favorite. More than all of this he was always there for her.

The news hit her like a sudden wave. She had not expected it. He was so dear to her. She felt angry. She felt betrayed. Oh, how she loved him. Suddenly she felt lonely. Lonely in the midst of all the well wishers who had gathered in their house. Alone, more alone than she ever was in her entire life. For the first time in many years she felt scared. She did not have his strong arm to lean onto. 


As she sat on the little rock, she remembered how she was before she met him. Then slowly she felt calm. She felt like she was with him. Her loneliness reduced and she felt a little less scared. She was no longer angry at him. As the water touched her toes, she realized that he would always stay with her.






Sunday 8 August 2010

Been there Seen that : Aisha

The movie is skin deep

The designer clothes, the uber cool locations could not make up for the lack of acting and emotion.

The Story was supposed to be an Indian adaptation of Emma. Well, it looked more like the Indian adaptation of the Alicia Silverstone starrer Clueless. Yes, there's a confused daddy's little girl who traipses around Delhi in her bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle, she tries to be a match maker, and calls everyone 'Bechara'. There is the 'oh so hot' and 'oh so angry' neighbor who tries to be distant to Aisha, but has always always been madly and deeply in love with her. Yawn. It has all the touchings of a Mills and Boons or even a Yash Chopra classic.

The clothes, the bags, the shoes, the labels, the wine, the vodka, the parties were fab, totally loved them, but there remains the almost never answerable question? Who in India dresses like that?? Did the producers think that the India public is mad? A girl who shops for three people in shops like Dior and Luis Vuitton gets a credit card bill of 53 thousand and some odd change? Really? Did Dior open a charity shop in India? Or am I in running for the next President of the United States?

Sonam Kapoor cannot act. Emma Wodehouse was a simple girl, what so we have here? A spoilt, arrogant brat! Ira Dubey for some reason always reminds me of the shrewd film critic she is in "Chicks on Flicks", in the movie she played Pinky, Aisha's best friend. Who names their kid Pinky? Abhay Deol, I did not get what his job was in the big picture? The girl who played Shefali was good. Lisa Haydon as Aarti as the NYC returned yuppie was HOT!!

In the recent years we have seen the westernization of many Indian films, whether it is the clothes or the parties. This movie just showed us how painful the over chickflickization of a hindi movie can be. A few examples
1. 6 mins into the movie, there's an engagement party. Aisha's pregnant sister is shown eating Dahi-Puri from a Martini glass!

2. Sometime later Arjun goes to Aisha's house, and she makes him a peanut butter sandwich, come on..

3. Aisha is always seen cooking things like Baked Fish or making Pot roasts, I am sorry, do we live in the same India?

4. The family eats salad for lunch, that was just the last straw.

There was not a shread of emotion, as Zara put it, not even when Aisha's sister's baby girl is born. The clothes may have been designer at the beginning of the movie, but as the movie progresses, the clothes of the other characters like Pinky and Shefali start to look wannabe. Infact, there's this one outfit of Pinky's the one that she wears when Aisha comes to make up with her, after their little tiff, when they are sitting on the hybrid of the treehouse and sandpit thing, which looks like the ones you get on Janpath. I hope you get what I am getting at. For the slow ones here's a hint- budget, cuts, movie.

Also it was like a lesson on surrogate advertising. L'oreal was everywhere. Aisha only used
l'oreal makeup, lip gloss, nail paint, lip stick. There was scenes where Sonam's make up was a tad too much, like the scene where she first meets Shefali. Her face looks an unnatural white with all the make up. There's another scene, where she's talking to her aunt, sitting in her house, where her add on eye lashes make her look scary! So much for make up.

There is nothing new about the movie, Emma or no Emma. Maybe we have seen too many of these kind of movies. Maybe for a serial chick flick watcher like me, it's cliched. Watch it if you want. Watch it for the clothes, the shoes, the wine and the locations. Watch it for Dior, Luis Vuitton and L'oreal and nothing else.

Out of the three of us who went, two say TRASH IT. And one says CATCH IT!
Talk about giving Ira Dubey a taste of her own medicine. :P

Saturday 7 August 2010

Mid-(College) Life Crisis and THE RAT!

 The above term was coined by Sandeep Chaitanya aka Eccentric Highness aka Weirdo aka a fat load of other things.  Yeah, I am not kidding. The year started, I am not exactly the oldest , nor the youngest in the University. I am bang! right in the middle. When I got back to college after that amazing Summer break, I felt alone. Yes, there were no faces I could recognize! It was like I joined a new College. I missed the old faces, the seniors who had an aura about them, I missed the people who walked around the College and you know you respected them, nope no such faces this time around. Maybe I am too 'old' to look upto the current bunch of the fifithies, or maybe for me they will always be the 'third years' I met back in the first semester.

Geez, did I just say that? I mean back in the first sememster! Whao!

The fact that everyone's turning 20 and the knowledge that I am turning twenty in a little more that a month is also affecting my daily activities! Ahh, the unavoidable journey from being a teen to a tween!

Once classes started, everything seemed soo monotonous. The same people, the same faces, and infact the same jokes! Yes Pritha, you can get boring too, but that does not mean I love you any less. We tease the same people with the same old things, and the same places to go out to. I am sure you get what I mean. It's painful.

When I think of the first semester when tests meant getting scared, and presentations meant rehearsing in your room the night before, or moots mean working the whole week, and getting all nervous before a moot, just makes me laugh at myself, and how naive I was back then. Well, the best moot marks I got till now, in this semester was on a memo I made in about 3 hours! I think I am getting old.

I think this semester has gotten onto everyones nerves, how else do you expect so many intra withdrawals? We lounge classes and listen to Sastas the whole day. Somehow, our class comes up with new ones.

Everyday at dinner I see the same things listed on the DMD white board, I stare and stare and stare at it for atleast five minutes before I make a choice, and poor Dilip ji does not understand my dilemma.

THE RAT

The most exciting thing that happened in my class till now is THE RAT. Yes, ladies and gents an old dying rat made an appearence in my class earlier today. It went from inside the podium to the High Chair of our class. It sat there for about a little more than an hour, during which time attempts were made to make sure it stayed in its place. My class people were seen taking photos and videos of it, and Rao even got a photo with it, one of those Taj Mahal tip touching photos, only here its a big,fat, ugly, old rat!

People were seen getting all excited about the fact that it peed on itself! I heard someone say, this can be the reason for free attendance. There was also a lot of yelling, and running away from class!
However in the third hour, just after breakfast, a certain teacher shooed it away causing all the drama to end!

If this continues, this crisis, soon I'll withdraw to my room and will not come out, like Miss Havisham!

Here's one a few sastas to finish the post:

Sneha- I want to work in a place that rains everyday.

Pritha- GO work in the amazon!

Sneha- But I want Singapore....

Pritha- Amazon.com, silly!

(I know what this joke must have done to your brain!)


Ok, here's one from last semester

Surya- The barbers of India protested again, the name Billu Barbar, so they changed it!

Sneha- To what? Billu the Hairdresser?

(LAMENESS EXPOSED!)

Ciao!

Sunday 1 August 2010

HIGH!

I don't exactly know what I am going to put up in this post. No idea. Maybe I'll think of something as the post progresses. So, first of all I'd like to wish all of you out there a happy friendship day!

Moving on, the rain Gods seem to have taken a sudden liking to Jodhpur, which for a rain freak like me is a good thing. The college looks amazingly pretty (Sorry Aditi, I know you are not supposed to use two adjectives in a sentence, but still I can't resist), there are little mushrooms growing on the sides of the football field. Well, yeah I actually walked on the footie field on the way to the brand new library! Yes, bigger but not necessarily better. It's funny for once, I get to use my umbrella in the rain and not the sun, yes my pretty blue umbrella.

On to some VSFC news now: A recent bid for takeover by a certain group of people from NLU, was not carried out, thanks to the fact that the AFU is apparently bringing in a new team! NAICE! The team has a new owner now, Virendra Kumar, more about him will be revealed in my next week's post which deals exclusively with VSFC 1.1 (copyright Thara).

NLU has not gotten over its obsession with Superman Tshirts! Come on guys, they are soo class 10th! Everyday you see at least two people wearing that shirt, and the only saving grace, is that it comes in different colors...well saving us from monotony and from ripping their heads off their shoulders!

My favorite Tshirt of the semester (till now)- Ketki's Benetton wala ROMA tee. Elegant, graceful, simply AWESOME.

I got all crazy yesterday and realized that I needed to bust some stress, since I could not go swimming just then, and the urge to let it all out was killing me, I finally took the dust off my music books. Yeah, maybe that was the effect of my whole summer 'review' music classes, more like remedial ones or Laxmi teachers "You sound like an OX now", I dunno, but I sang for a little more than an hour. My voice did not shake, nope it did not let me down, was not very awesome or anything, but it STOOD THE STRAIN. Maybe there will come a day when I'll be able to sing for five or six hours without really getting tired, just like the old times.

Effect of that, well I needed cheering up but but it acted as a drug, got me all fired up! and also got me some comp'lie'ments and invitations or rather threats to sing in birthday parties. First times are free, but I'll charge from the second time around, no jokes here. My facebook status message got a lot of likes, but I am still high!

Well, what can you say, had a fabulous Friendship day, Taj Breakfast, slept the whole day, CCD in the evening, and Zara and Aditi's Aloo curry! Today was a fairytale. :)

Well, I guess that's all for today, folks..cya later!

Here's a little joke to end things

Thara- Hey, I came up with something..

Sneha- What?

Thara- See if you fail or have low attendance, there's a nice excuse to tell the VC..

Sneha- Which is....

Thara- Well , sir I was getting 'high on life' just like the posters said! "GET HIGH ON LIFE NOT ALCHOHOL".