Sneha's World

So we're Grown ups now, is it?

2012-01-20T02:18:00.000+05:30

When I woke up on the first day of this year, the one thought that ran through my mind, was WHERE'S THE MAID? THE APARTMENT IS IN SHAMBLES! It's funny how quickly time seems to pass, isn't it? Just a few years ago, my biggest worry in life was, well I don't know probably, what if I am unable to learn the new song that my music teacher teaches me, sigh. Now, almost everything in my life is a cause for worry.

It seems as if time has just passed by, and I am still playing catch up. The other day I was talking to my friends when suddenly one of them says, 'Kids these days....'. WAIT. STOP. WHAT ARE WE? Grown ups? As Meredith Grey very famously says "When did that happen?". Yes, when did that actually happen? Where was I when it happened?

I am a grown girl, I was told by my lawyer, that its high time I sat with him and learnt about the family affairs. WAIT, WHAAT? I am still in college, and what AFFAIRS does my FAMILY have? Its like everything around me has calmly accepted my progression into GROWN UP-hood, except me. To everyone around me, I am a grown up, to me, I just got old. Maybe its like what Inayat said, Growing up and growing old are two completely different things. I felt like I was catapulted into a completely new and unfamiliar world filled with a strange new feeling called Responsibility, and another one that follows slowly, Accountability.

It's a little unfair, people who readily helped you just a few months ago, will now expect you to be able to do everything and anything without the tiniest of help. Instead of worrying about what movie is on TV, you think about how much money there is in your account, and other connected things. It's like what one of those forwards say, when you are young you wish you'd grow up, but when you actually do, you miss the time spent munching chocolates. Vicious cycle, I guess.

Things change so much from the time you are kid to the time your grown up, you generally tend to feel a bit let down. Like for instance, growing up, I always wanted to be able to pay with cards, now that I actually do, it really isn't such a big deal. I expected to have an adrenaline rush, the first time I signed on a card slip, nope it's like signing anywhere else.

Since I did reach the place I reached, I guess it's time for me to make peace with the strange new world around me. But then again, "We grew up? WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?"

Lessons learnt in a Luckless Delhi Day

2011-12-06T21:16:00.000+05:30

In life there are some good days, some very good days, and then there are bad days, and obviously there are very bad days. Yesterday was one of the worst that I have seen. Yes, it was those days you see in movies where everything turns out wrong. Though in the movies it always ends with everyone smiling, yesterday was just a bad day.

I reached office at 1045, a good 15 minutes late, only to realise that my pretty red wallet was missing from my bag. It took me a minute to digest the fact that my wallet was indeed stolen. So there I learnt my first lesson of the day: NEVER TRAVEL IN A JAM PACKED METRO.

Then I called up home to get my card blocked, and my Grand dad told me that some cash had been already withdrawn from the card. Sigh. Call it a twist of fate, or whatever you'd like to call it, I had given my other ATM card to Thara. Phew! Now I have some money in Delhi.

Second Lesson of the Day: NEVER EVER CARRY ALL YOUR CARDS WITH YOU.

My friends at work had various theories as to how the money could have been withdrawn, ranging from Romilla's 200 rupee machine which can find out ATM Card Pins, to Thara asking who else knew the Pin and finding out he was the only one. Look at the irony of that.A few minutes after that Tribikram makes his point again : ALL METROS ARE BAD. Trust me, he has his share of Delhi Metros. Actually for more on that you should talk to Bharatendu.

Third Lesson of the Day : NEVER BE ALONE AFTER LOSING YOUR WALLET, BE AROUND FRIENDS LIKE MINE, WHO WILL GIVE YOU AMAZING AND MINDBLOWING INSIGHTS INTO HOW THE CRIME WOULD HAVE BEEN COMMITTED .

Later in the day, Thara and I decide to watch Puss-In-Boots, and Bharatendu as usual ditched us. We google the timings and the places, and find out that it's playing in Big Cinemas in CP. We while away an hour in the Mall next to our Office after work, and finally reach CP. After walking all the way to D Block what do we see? We see that the only two movies playing in Big Cinemas are Desi Boys and Dirty Picture. Just my Luck, ain't it?

Fourth Lesson of the Day: ALWAYS CALL UP THE THEATRE TO FIND OUT IF THE MOVIE YOU WANT IS SHOWING. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO CALL UP, DOUBLE CHECK ON ANOTHER WEBSITE.

So heads hung in dissapointment, shoulders down we made our way to the Metro Station and finally reached Patel Chowk. We got off, and Thara bought socks! Yes, socks at an amazingly cheap price.

Amazing Discovery of the Day : YOU NEED NOT ALWAYS SPEND A FORTUNE FOR GOOD SOCKS!

So, he went his way and I went mine. I was walking the same route I take everyday. I almost reached YWCA, when I realised some guy was walking behind me. I quickened my pace, and two minutes later, he started mouthing obscenities. I walked even faster and so did he, and I could make out he was drunk. He was reeking of Whiskey. My heart started pounding in a way it never did. All that I had read about Delhi not being safe for women started running through my head. I started looking for autos and there were none to be found. There were hardly any people on the road as well. The guy was still following me, and he kept asking me to wait and talk to him.

Then, I reached the Bus Stop, and this lady from my Hostel was there. It just took her a minute to realise what was happening and she started yelling at that man.PHEW! These two random men at the BusStop started beating up that man, and I was horrified, I mean I did not want him beaten up also. I walked back to the hostel with that Lady, my saviour.

My last lesson of the day : I really don't know. What happened to me there, could have happened to anyone anywhere. I should just be a little careful, and if he did anything start screaming as Bharatendu was telling me today. Maybe I should buy that Pepper Spray, that Aditi advocates. It's just the feeling of absolute helpnessness of that moment, of those terrible two minutes, that seemed to last an eternity that shook me.

So does yesterday make me hate Delhi?

I dont think so. Yesterday could have happened to me anywhere. I dont claim to love Delhi, but Delhi does help me learn a lot about myself, and a lot about the world. Delhi brings out another side of me. It yesterday was soo bad, today was really nice. I could sit in Max Mueller Bhawan Canteen and talk about yesterday, only shows how beautiful Delhi is. It can help you wipe away all your yesterday's tears. For the foodies out there check out Cafe Goethe in the Max Mueller Bhavan on Kasturba Gandhi Road, great Chicken Dum Biryani. I really liked it, and the best part a meal for two will cost about 150 bucks!

I still love the Metro. I am still game to going all the way to drop Saumya off in Gurgaon just for fun. I love the fact that while walking to the Metro Station in the mornings I get to hear lotsa things from how to run for President to how to cook Achari Ghosh. I love the fact that I walk past buildings where important decisions are taken everyday.

Would I be ok with living in Delhi? I am not so sure. That will take me sometime. I dont think I can ever get myself to say, " I am from Hyderabad, but I work in Delhi."

So, in hindsight what was the most precious thing I lost yesterday, I lost the opportunity to look at my favorite photo of my mum on her Birthday. So here's a little request to the girl who stole my wallet :

If you do have my wallet, please return the pictures that are there in it. They mean a lot to me.

You can use my other Metro Card, it has some 70 bucks in it.

(This post is dedicated my Mom. Happy Birthday Mummy, wherever you are. I miss you.)

Blessings are Counted!

2011-10-23T16:39:00.001+05:30

"Count your Blessings" she said calmy. I stared at her blankly and almost cheekily said, "Really?".

A month or so later, when I went to the Missionaries of Charity in Jodhpur, I realised how right Ammamma was. So one very sunny afternoon, Gargi, me and Saumya went to this Home for Mentally Challenged Girls on the outskirts of Jodhpur as a part of our India Redefined program. We collected almost an auto full of clothes, and other necessities from our college to give the children there.

The Sister who we met was kind and humble, and showed us the entire place. She knew each child personally, she knew their problems, their history, their eating habits, and also their tantrums. The children were very happy to see us, shouting and screaming with joy, shaking our hands, and this one girl even hugged Gargi. Each of the girls there had her own story, her own sorrows, and her own world. Most of all they seemed happy to be there. The trip finished off with us taking pictures with the girls, and yes, even our photo hating Gargi smiled nicely.

While we were on our way back in the auto I could not help but think of Ammamma's words. I felt privileged and loved, and the whole excercise made me realize how lucky I was. Thanks Sukku, and Thank You India Redefined.

Some posts do not need a title.

2011-10-17T07:03:00.001+05:30

Music is powerful. Music unites us; maybe all countries should just have a MINISTRY of MUSIC. Yeah, this is my theory, pass a law saying that every citizen must know how to sing or play a musical instrument. Those who do not shall be prosecuted. I for one believe there is music inside everyone. So moving on, people who can appreciate (for the lack of a better word) are happy people, and happy people fight no wars, and that, ladies and gents, is how you achieve, WORLD PEACE.

All this thought process came into force after my amazing one day at the Rajasthan International Folk Festival. Another music festival which reinforced my long standing belief, which has been proven again and again, “The purest music comes from the most untouched lands.”

How many of us have heard of Reunion Islands? Yet on Friday night a crowd consisting of people from the US, the UK, Europe, Africa and Asia ( I am pretty sure there were a couple of Aussies around) sang along, whistled to (well, we tried) danced to the beats of a man from this very island, off the coast of Madagascar. Davy Sicard and his band rocked the crowd! What soulful music, what amazing stage presence; he managed to convey the pain and anguish of colonialism in the music of the sea.

In most places, most art forms are passed on from generation to generation. It’s not everyday that you see three generations of a family on stage performing. Shakar Khan Manganiyar was on stage performing with his sons and grandsons, all playing this instrument to me looked like a combination of the Veena, the Banjo and the Violin, called the Kamaycha. His profound exploration of ragas in his alaap just reflected his expertise and also his years of experience, and his deep knowledge.

Music transcends languages; it makes you one with complete strangers. How else can you explain two brothers from Egypt (Joseph Tawadros on Oud and his brother James on Egyptian percussion), and two Kazak (Slava Grigoryan and his brother Leonard) brothers coming together in Australia as a band with a classical guitar, an electric guitar, and two very Egyptian instruments. Their compositions were supremely creative, and very catchy. Also impressive in this segment was Joseph Tawadros’s slapstick comedy, we realised he is just as much of a joker offstage when we met him later in the Mehrangarh lift.

Their jugalbandi with the Kamaycha playing Manganiyars of Rajasthan showed how beautiful and captivating Fusion music can be, if both the forms of music are blended effectively, yet ensuring that their original character remains true. (No, Dave, not like the time when we butchered Mahaganapathim, and the only person who liked it was Lin. Had my Grandma heard it, she would have chased us through the streets of Hyderabad with a Veena in her hand. True). Whether it was Davy Sicard inviting the Manganiyars onto the stage to perform with him, or Jason Singh’s beatboxing with Raies Khan’s Morchang, late in the night, fusion is all about both the artists understanding and respecting each other and their music.

The night ended with us dancing to Rajasthani Folk Group Dharohar’s performance featuring Jason Singh, listening to Jumma ‘Jogi’s poetry and vocals, and then again dancing away till the early morning to DJ Maga Bo who played beats from all parts of the world.

The next morning, having spent the night dancing at the fort, saw us at sunrise in Jaswant Thada, a little way away from the main fort, where we listened in rapt attention and wonder to Pt. Hariharsharan Bhatt on sitar (from Jaipur, Rajasthan) and Pt. Brijbhushan Bhatt on violin (from Alwar, Rajasthan). When Pt.Hariharan closed the morning’s show with my favorite Bhajan, Vaishnavo Janato, I did not feel leaving. It was a night well spent.

Music will not fill that void in your heart, that is something you have to do for yourself. Music only gives you the strength to try to fill it. It will always be there for you, it is beautiful and sacred. It will help you to try and help yourself to pull yourself out of any shit life has a habit of throwing at you. It will help you appreciate the value of the things or people that you have, and not those that you lost. Most of all, it helps you move on.

I guess I’ll close this post with the following:

“Some people believe in God, I believe in Music,

Some people pray, I turn up the Radio.”

(In the memory of the fine man who taught me how to enjoy all the good things in life, and made me what I am today. And also was one hell of a friend, mentor, and father. R.I.P. Daddy. You have no idea how much I love and miss you. Thank you, for everything.)

Happy Independence Day

2011-08-15T22:47:00.000+05:30

“Long years ago we made a tryst with destiny, and now the time comes when we shall redeem our pledge, not wholly or in full measure, but very substantially. At the stroke of the midnight hour, when the world sleeps, India will awake to life and freedom.” Ok. Stop. Now.

This is not your typical Independence Day article about India Shining and how it’s become the IT hub, and the entire world is coming to India and all that jazz. No. It’s not. If you want any of that, my blog is not the place to be. You can leave right now. Go! Go read some very pro-Government newspaper which talks about India. So yeah, Go!

If you are reading this, then I am assuming that you came here to read a 20 almost 21 year old’s view of India. As someone who grew up in the Globalization, Privatization and Liberalization era, I can safely say I have seen India change, and my, what a change it was. But, is it what we really need?

I am sure you remember my earlier post about Prof.Smith saying India’s a country of contrasts. After 21 years of living here, I can say its true. It’s been 64 years from the day of the above mentioned great speech, and even now when I order food from DMD, or go to eat in Cool Palace it’s a little boy, I am sure who is very much under the age of 14 comes to deliver food or serve me food. Irony, ain’t it? Considering that I live in a Law School “A premier educational Institution”.

When my car stops at a Traffic signal there’s little boy painted silver like a Gandhi Statue comes begging. Yes, dressed like that same Father of Our Nation, who went around fasting so that the British give us Freedom. Irony, again.

What exactly does the phrase ‘developing nation’, mean? How long has India been developing? What is developing? Is having maids to clean your house and paying them a pittance development? Is abusing your driver development? I dunno.

Child Marriage was abolished before independence, but a recent article I read in the National Geographic tells me the story of a little girl who was married off in Rajasthan. Yep, in Osiyan town, two hours from where I live, two hours from the Premier Educational Institute which is training lawyers to be the protectors of Human Rights!

My college like other institutions of its ilk had a little ceremony to commemorate the occasion today, what are the three top reasons for people attending the function:

My Friends singing.

2. I ll get free food.

3. I might win Best Dressed.

Yep. True Story. I am not saying that there weren’t people who actually went out of patriotic feeling, but this was the general observation.

64 years on, buildings have become taller, the rich have become richer, politicians have become more corrupt, the poor have become poorer, there’s McDonalds and KFC now to prove that we are becoming like the West, obesity is on the rise, reading and writing are almost on the verge of being things from the past, we have phones to call our friends in New York/Sydney/London, but we don’t have the time to talk to our own neighbors, we are consuming more alcohol, so I guess we are ‘developing’. I hate to say it still, this is soo ironic. I am not too sure that this is the India that Nehru imagined when he was making the above speech.

India man, its not full of contrasts, as much as it is full of ironic semblances of its glorious past.

I wrote about what I see through my 21 year old eye. Not the truth, just what I feel.

Happy Independence Day.

Die Pigeon, DIE!

2011-07-23T21:27:00.001+05:30

Sometime a ago I had written a post about lizards being the most annoying pests in NLU, well, I was wrong. Until then I did not have the chance to come across, or rather be affected by the presence of another pest in the campus, well I realised I had met my nemesis here, no it was not moots, not public speaking, not drafting memos, but Pigeons! Yes, those disgusting, ugly looking two legged birds with red legs and red eyes, who the hell has red eyes, anyway?

I have heard of a boy who actually bought an air gun to try and shoot the pigeons away! And my ever shining beacon of hope, who actively encourages me in my every pursuit (does not!) , told me that the pigeons have a tendency to find a way through the mesh, and end up dying in the balcony! Yes, trust him to talk like that, and I did not pay much heed to that warning, when I should have.

The pigeons took a while to figure out the existence of my hostel. By the time they did that, I had to be one of the unlucky ones who did not have the presence of mind to get a mesh put in the balcony, and as a result spent an entire semester with a pigeon colony in my balcony. At any given time there were atleast seven to eight pigeons perched on my balcony grill, every single day. I gave my VI semester finals listening to pigeons cooing, and watching this big fat monster incubating mom pigeon sitting on my cooler, which I could not switch on courtesy the Pigeon Colony.

There were times when I used to feel that the mom pigeon was watching me with angry eyes, when I was loitering about my room instead of studying! True Story! They are everywhere in the corridors, in the bathrooms, sometimes according to a few girls, staring creepily at them. Ew. They reproduce at an unbelievable rate, and there are eggs every few days in every other balcony!

And so, the minute I got back to Jodhpur this semester, I called a carpenter and got a mesh put in my balcony. All seemed fine for the first few days, and despite several heroic attempts no pigeon was able to get into my balcony. Fort Knoxx was secured, or so I thought. One morning I woke to hear wings flapping in my balcony, I looked in only to see a Pigeon flying around in my Balcony! Fort Knoxx breached! I ran to SN Halls at 6 am to find a bhaiyya, who valiantly went in and threw the pigeon out, and sadly he did not put the mesh properly in place!

I did not notice that, a few more days later, paid dearly for it ( literally!). I was returning from class oneday to see a flock of pigeons in my BALCONY! Yes! There were 4 pigeons in my balcony, or so I thought! I met Vinnie on the way who offered to go into my blacony and try to shoo the pigeons away! Well she came up and went in bravely to my balcony and whoosh! six pigeons flew up! and Vinnie ran out!

I panicked, and called SN halls to send a bhaiyya, and Vinnie and I waited half and hour for the "Pigeon Warrior" to turn up and save KungFu in my balcony. So after an hour and a half of trauma, my balcony was safe! And I called up the Carpenter and yelled my lungs out at him, and paid another one to finally put the mesh in place and fasten it in place. And so now, my balcony is safe. Atleast for the time being.

I believe in Music

2011-07-19T15:09:00.000+05:30

It's a sunny day in Jodhpur, and I have just returned from class, and switched on my laptop, and decided to listen to some music. I opened Media player and Last Kiss by Pearljam started playing and it made me realise what a great thing music is. Music is something that has always been a big part of my life, whether its my love for singing or having a minor musical celebrity at home, or my wonderful and very radical Carnatic Music teach who encouraged us to listen to and appreciate the beauty in all kinds of music.

As I finish writing the above paragraph, my Media player who seems to always be insync with my head, starts playing a beautiful renderation of 'Seethapathe' by 'Nookala'. Khamas is a wonderful ragam and has a soothing effect. Nookala's amazing exploration of the ragam in the alapana has never failed to enthral me and he is one person who I know I respect. You can almost hear him becoming one with the music that he is producing. Maybe that was what they call divinity.

I know my share of musicians, and the ones who I respect the most are the ones who have the ability and the passion to create music of their own. I have seen Ammamma going into those phases where she's making music, it's a beautiful thing to watch her sit with her regal Bobbili Veena and spend hours composing new songs, and I felt honoured to perform her songs in my recent concerts. She is one of the few composers of the present day who makes secular music, yes very rare in Carnatic. I only hope that one day I'll be even half as good.

And then the player switches to Colorblind by Darius, which is one of my favorite songs. I think the song has a great lyrical value, and the music is really good. Yes, thats one debate I have with my teacher always, who feels that lyrics are not as important to a song as the music itself. I have always and will always disagree ( maybe that's the writer in me acting up) I think both the lyrics and the music are equally important. Whats the point of having miraculous music if the lyrics don't manage to convey the message.But that's what I think.

I think music is, apart from food, the way into a persons heart. Music touches you where words cannot possibly go. It made me a lot of friends, I love all the times I spend singing with my friends, Karaoke or otherwise :).

Po achieved inner peace with Kung Fu. I think I know how I'll achieve mine. I think it's the feeling you get when after practising a song for hours, that one time you sing it, after singing it a million times, that you know its perfect. You know that one time, you have that song in your heart, and you and that song have become one. I think that moment ( which is hard to come by for me) is when you are at peace with yourself.

Music has helped me deal with some of the most troublesome times in my life, I dunno what I would have done otherwise. I think my feeling about music can be summed up into these following few lines which are a part of the 'theme' of 30 Seconds to Mars:

Some People believe in god

I believe in Music

Some people pray

I turn up the radio!

And my media player appropriately starts to play Sultans of Swing, one of my dads favorite songs :) Yes, I miss him.

Peace.

The truth about being Gay

2011-06-09T12:45:00.000+05:30

Jobless is what jobless do. In my supremely jobless stint in Delhi, I met an equally jobless co-intern who watches dramas and soap operas and also listens to pop music from the far east. Thanks to that very nice person, I started watching a Taiwanese Serial and a Japanese series. But no, that is not what this post is about. This post about about how two girls when left to talk on Gtalk can come up with amazing and often mind boggling ideas.

Today is my last day in Delhi, and I was online talking to Aditi and also watching a Japanese Serial. We were randomly talking about how sucky our lives are at the moment, and I was dreaming about the moment my grandparents are due to arrive in Delhi tomorrow morning, and how my life will significantly improve one they are here. Well anyway in the middle of all this, in the serial, there is a guy sitting in a plush chair,wearing a silk Robe, and there are four people tending to his four limbs giving him a Mani-Pede (for those who don't know its Manicure and a Pedicure). OMG!

I quickly convey this to Aditi, along with this I also tell her my other conclusion (which shall not be written here), and there's a little talk about the serial and the guys in it. Then Aditi comes up with an amazing query.

How is it that Gay men are supposed to be feminine well lesbians are not supposed to be, well, manly?

Come to think of it, maybe the media is to blame for it, like it is to be blamed for the rest of the stereotyping, you generally know a gay man when you see one. Whether it's Cam and Mitch in Modern Family or that adorable Lloyd from Entourage, they are all well, girly. I am not saying there are no exceptions like that football player in 90210 who Ted falls for, or for that matter even Teddy. But then when you see a serial like the L-Word you don't actually see those woman and say, oh they are lesbians! nope!!

So what is my point?

Well my point is that even a gay guy looks for the same characteristics in his partner, that a straight man would look for in a woman. Think about it, all the effort and money spent on expensive suits and colourful and bright clothes. While the converse is hardly true for lesbians. Most lesbians dress and talk like straight women.The thing is girls are able to retain their girlyness even wen they are into other girls but men have to inherently assume the characteristics of the opposiite sex even to attract their own sex that means, well sadly, ALL MEN ARE INHERENTLY STRAIGHT!

So that means when Gays or even straight men fall for a person it's generally a person with female characteristics! But when a straight woman likes a guy she likes him for his inherent masculineness, but when a lesbian woman likes a woman she likes her 'cause of her feminineness. Well, that makes all women essentially Bisexual.

So next time you see a Gay person, think, is he really gay?

P.S. Thanks Aditi for a jobless morning.

DISCLAIMER : THIS POST WAS NOT MEANT TO HURT THE FEELINGS OF ANY LGBT PERSON AND THE AUTHOR DEEPLY RESPECTS YOUR CHOICE, AND DOES NOT MEAN TO OFFEND YOU IN ANYWAY.

M.E.T.R.O

2011-06-01T22:02:00.000+05:30

Sometimes in life there comes a time when you feel that you've had enough, well you've had enough of being you, being the same old boring self with the same old everyday problems and the same old highs and the same old lows. Maybe Delhi was feeling this mid-life crisis a few years ago, and few public minded old people must have thought, "Well, what does our dear old Dilli need?". And BAM! that was the birth and the beginning of the Delhi Metro. After a few years it was up and running and run how it does!

You walk into those nice and clean Metro Stations and you see the airport tight security, and for a first timer like me, two years ago, it was all very impressive. Two years into the future I am finally in Delhi to do my internship and well using the metro became an almost everyday thing. Thanks to Bharat I even have a swanky blue metro card!

In a Metro you see all kinds of people, especially in the ladies coach. There's the Blackberry\I-phone girl next to the doors, a foreigner dressed in a smart kurta and jeans, the giggly college girls in the corner, a few lebanese ( or any european) tourists with backpacks and ofcourse a few old ladies and there's always that one pregnant lady with a kid (cliched, but true). Metro is definitely the most convenient form of transport within Delhi. My trip from Moolchand to Tee Hazari was the life changing one, yup, the change in the locales kinda hit me pretty strong.

So next time you are in a Metro think of it like this, yes its a blessing, but also maybe its a signal to you to think about your life, and where you are headed, maybe you'll also be surprised at the changes you bring unto yourself.

P.S. - I hope someone in Hyderabad reads this. (There's no harm in hoping.)

Dumplings from heaven!

2011-05-21T22:33:00.000+05:30

Yes it's been long, but what to do, first there was my pre-exam and exam time policy of not blogging (except in exceptional circumstances) and then the post-exam laziness happened, we anyway I am back to nagging everyone I know ( and those unfortunate souls who stumble upon this piece of internet).

So what's been up?

Well, for starters I am in Delhi. Yes, the land of Momos. Yup, the first thing I noticed about this place is the number of momo-wallahs at the end of every corner. Momo, what used to be pretty exquisite in Hyderabad is available on every roadside in Delhi. and I simply love it!

As two very momo learned friends of mine say it's the sauce that makes the momo. And after experimenting with a few momo shops I must agree, it IS the sauce that makes the momo. I mean I have not found one person who does not like to eat momos. It's not like back home where you have to shell out a fortune for momos in those exclusively Chinese (and mostly high end places) here you get about 10 momos for 30 bucks! OMG!! and still its the sauce man, its the sauce.

I'd like you all to meet a friend with whom I bonded with over momos and hiphop music and got me hooked onto Korean pop music (2NE1 and Taeyang! <3 ) and Japanese serials, say hello to Rigzen Yangdol (very cool) from NALSAR (not very cool, from what she tells me!) my fellow co intern (sufferer). She says the key to a good momo is the bottom of the momo coming off, and something else to do with fat. She also clearly and nicely explained how momos are preferred in Ladakh ( that's where she's from). I am eagerly waiting to try the pork momos, but as I am stuck with a bunch of vegetarians, well I guess that could prove to be a bit difficult, but let's hope for the best. I'll even adjust with Mutton (please oh please!).

Aditi says one of the best momos are in Dilli Haat, I plan to check that out sometime, and yes, also come back from there with a little change to my hair which will remind me of something similar I had a long time ago. Aditi suggests Momos and fruit beer and Rigzen agrees, whole heartedly. But these days whenever I feel momo hungry (yes that's a special type of hunger), I walk upto the momo man at the end of our street, the one who Geetay says looks Japanese, and buy a whole plate of nice chicken momos and hog!

So until next time, I'll eat momos, you do whatever you want. Toodles!!

May angels lead you in

2011-05-05T00:15:00.002+05:30

There are some people you meet in life, who you know you have to respect. Chitchat was one of those special people. "Such a cute old man!" I remember thinking when he walked into class a little over a year ago, much the same way he did for next two semesters he taught us. I remember telling dad, after one of his first classes that he reminds me of that wise old turtle,Oogway in KungFu Panda.

Whether it was the warmth in his voice when he taught us, or the free attendance, or simply the sight of him walking around the Campus, it always managed to bring a smile to most student's faces! He was soo worried when he used to see the attendance register, and say "Uff!", in a way only he could. To him I was the 'Hyderabadi', who used to sleep in class 'cause of all the rice I had, Saumya and Aditi were girls from Lucknow, Sukku ( who was arguably one of his favorite students) had very 'neat handwriting' (a moot point when it comes to most people in class) and the best, Thara was an exchange student sent by the Mizoram Government.

One thing that always struck me about that man is his genuine happiness, he was one of the most happiest people I have ever met. I know I'll miss seeing him walk around in College, I know I'll miss him asking me how I'am doing, and yeah, I ll also miss running into him at Reliance Fresh.

Here's to the man he was, the teacher he was, here's simply to our dear old Chitchat! Yes Sir, we will miss you! As Animesh said he is going to a happier place.

What's on Your Mind? by Anonymous

2011-04-21T20:12:00.000+05:30

I woke up in the morning to find a mysterious looking email in my inbox. I open it carefully fearing it might be a virus, the address from which it was sent looked well shady. However there was a sweet message saying nice things about me and request to post the attached entry on my blog! Well, that melted my heart, and I decided to read it, and it was pretty entertaining and funny, that was something I'd wanted to write about from quite sometime, so I decided what the hell!

Hence, here goes nothing

A simple and seemingly innocent question. Four words. I mean what’s the big deal right?

Maybe there is, and maybe there is not. There is absolutely no reason why you should concur with me. I have come to terms with the fact that there are no absolute truths. There’s no reason why anyone’s opinion should be subservient to another’s. Chuck, I am digressing, and that’s not the point I intend to assert in any case.

That’s not what’s on my mind.

For me, it wasn’t kind of a big deal. Until 15 minutes back. Boom! An idea popped in my head, and consumed me so much so, that I had to write it down. Ha ha, I know what you are thinking. I am not stoned, nor sloshed. It’s such a simple thought, yet all-encompassing and consuming.

Why should I share what’s on my mind? Why should anyone? It’s kinda difficult for me to catch up with my own thoughts, and before I lose track: when I talk about what’s on your mind, I mean all these status messages on these whack a doodle do social networking sites, gtalk and the kind. (If you still don’t get what I am talking about, this is the place where you are supposed to stop reading and go back to whatever you were doing)Simple forwarded, ccped , funny messages are fine, what I am talking about here is the not so eloquent, not so artistic, not so complex, ordinary everyday thoughts, your thoughts. This is not to say that those of you who are gifted and can express yourself are not included. I am also not talking about bloggers and the like or people who have a point to make, freedom of speech and expression and thought and stuff...nay Sir/Ma’am I am myself a big proponent and supporter of this essential right, so don’t think too unkindly of me... simple ordinary folks is what I am talking about here.

Anonymity is definitely not the reason. In fact, unless you have your privacy settings and stuff sorted out right, you are sharing your thoughts with the whole wide world. (I am saying this from my very limited technical knowledge.) The whole world. All it takes is the right keywords, a simple google search, and there you are, wide open to the whole wide world. Voila! You just shouted out loud at a party exactly what you were thinking about, only a very very big party. Well maybe the analogy isn’t right, but you get the picture. The BIG picture. Well why not go out and tell it to real people. People around you. People you can talk to.

Sure, you could say that I can write whatever bulls**t I feel like. But hey, comeon, unless you are trying to throw the FBI/CIA and the like off your tracks by posting random blabber, you do end up mostly posting what’s exactly on your mind. And if it actually is false (in which case you need to get some serious s**t sorted out), why even bother with the whole charade?

So my point is this: Why would anyone in their right minds shout out loud to the world his/her thoughts? Why would anyone want to bare their soul, their mind? Aren’t our thoughts supposed to be our most private confines of our existence? To be shared with only a select handful, unless you are running for public office, or have to spread some major propaganda or the like.

Does it make anyone feel better, that somehow you have become part of a large virtual conglomeration, like a Sunday mass, where you can talk with the person standing next to you, and so can he/she, but there are absolutely no strings attached? Does it make you feel any better that people will like your thoughts, comment on it? Does it then give you a sense of gloating pride in acceptance from names whose faces you haven’t even seen in a while, and maybe even strangers? Does it give you a sense of comfort in the self pity that you are glorifying or is it the other reactions you seek to incite in other mortals, which make you feel like you just bedazzled everyone at Broadway with your excellent performance?

What is your addiction?

I am quite the sinner myself, for I have shared my mind quite frequently, as am I doing now. I wanted to put this point across, so here it is, my thoughts, my mind laid down on the platter for your appraisal. Yet as a token of atonement, I am hiding behind the garb of anonymity here...nah, am just screwing with your head. I am doing it for the heck of it. However, I am still confused. Confused as to why would anyone share as to what’s on their mind?

Maybe its how humans are supposed to be, all along. We might have come a long way from living in tribes to

nuclear families, to live ins, but deep down a part of us refuses to change. Deep down, we still need to remind ourselves that we are a part of something larger than the 2-3 people we share a roof with. Technology has only made it easier, merely provided a platform. Deep down we still feel the need to be bonded, the need to feel needed.

Dear Anonymous,

Thank you. A big fan already!

Sincerely,

Sneha

R-OH (We all know what it is!)

2011-04-19T01:27:00.000+05:30

Well, it's just over half past 12 and I just can't seem to get myself to do anything! So well , I finally put that Copyright symbol on my blog, and yeah so it's finally properly protected!!

Law School life is tough! Well admit it or not, R-OH (well more popularly known as alcohol) may not magically make it easy, but it well you know, helps you through it. Study hard five days a week, and use the rare free weekend to well 'bust' your stress.

What is the first thing you do when you plan a party, well after deciding who to invite and whom to ignore, yes ladies and gents, you decide the booze! Whisky, Rum, Vodka, and others..Hours are spent deciding on the quantity, the brands, and most importantly the costs (well not in all cases though).

Alcohol adds life to most parties. It makes making friends easier. As I was telling my friend the other day, "A few pints down, everyone becomes your friend". A very important tenet of alcoholics which well gets proven time and again. All those who disagree, you can put your hand up, and just let it be there! I don't really care.

Knowing about alcohol improves your geography and pronunciation, well how in the world would you have learnt how to pronounce Gorbatchow? or the right way to say Absolut? My point exactly!

Alcohol I think is the A that comes after the three Cs that unite India. Well here's an example.
A dear friend of mine wanted to drink oneday, and she took her friends along and went to the shop only to realise that it was a dry day! They got into an auto and well, the more adventurous asked the auto driver if he knew any dealer, well the auto driver promptly agreed to take them to one, and yeah took them around till they found one. On the way they also got to hear gems like "I used to work in Goa, and the whole of Goa knew me" I heavily suspect that he was under the influence of some spirits too!!
Yes.True Story.

Here's to the Highs and the Hangovers and to the man who, apart from being my booze mentor, is also an amazing father (Happy Birthday, again!)! Happy Drinking!!

The "Bhai" Phenomena

2011-04-14T01:55:00.000+05:30

The world of NLU never fails to amaze me. The people, the places, our mysterious ways and life in general. Funny and weird things are part of our daily life. One of these which has recently caught my eye is the 'bhai' phenomena.Nope, we don't have a pan chewing, black kurta pyjama wearing and black sunglass wearing mafia in NLU. I am talking about the free and unfettered usage of the word, well you know it, 'bhai'.

Here's an example. One day three people were walking back from classes on the long winding road that runs through NLU. One of them is a lanky Ghazibadi Boy, a Hyderabadi Girl and a Mizo boy.They seem to be in the middle of a discussion which seems to quite engaging, and suddenly the girl exclaims, 'Bhai! what is he saying?". Well if you think it's a very North Indian phrase, well, Surprise Surprise!!

Yep, the girl who spent her entire life in Hyderabad in a very South Indian household, and who until she joined NLU was Hindi illiterate (well look forward to a very entertaining post on the North Indianization of Sneha G Sindhu) has just used the very popular NLU word.

The word 'bhai' is generally the shortened form of 'Bhaiyya' which means brother. However in NLU it is used to persuade, as form of exclamation, to express joy or anger, and sometimes used 'just for the sake of it' It is often used as a very desi substitute for 'dude'.

A bunch of girls sitting in Cool Palace also often punctuate their conversation about Gucci shoes and Fendi bags with a well placed Bhai! Well they also refer to eachother as bhai. Yeah, I have a very close friend of mine who keeps saying 'bhai' all the time!

When I went home this winter I was talking to my very Hyderabadi cousin, and my grandmom was nearby. And so I said, "Bhai, what nonsense blah blah blah...."

My grandmom froze! She could not believe her ears! She promptly walked upto me and said "Sena don't speak like an auto driver!"

Sadly it's true......in Hyderabad its mostly the auto drivers who use bhai. So if you ask to go to Badi Chowdi, expect to hear a "Bhai, mai to nai jaathu....vahanpe is time pe bahut traffic hai!"

After that I spent a precious half an hour explaining to my gran that its weird and unladylike thing in Jodhpur! Yes, she did say that oneday I'll end up speaking like a truck driver!!

Hence in NLU if you are a Delhite, or a Punjabi, someone from Chennai, or from the Northeast you will end up picking up the 'bhai' culture in your 5 years of stay here.

To finish off, as Saumi and I always say

"We are the Bhai, we are the bhai!"

P.S. thanks Lohitash for the idea!!

What all do WE care about?

2011-03-21T15:34:00.000+05:30

This morning I was tweeting very harmlessly (except for the Death threat I sent to the Pro-Telangana person), and my page kept getting updates about one Rebecca Black from the Harry Potter page on twitter, yeah and so, what is the first TWEET I see?

"I'll say it again. I don't hate Rebecca Black and I don't want her dead. Why would I? Yes she sings like a dying Hippogriff but really, now."

Since I am generally I step or two behind most tweeps I know, I type Rebecca Black in the little blue search box in Twitter (Oh! how I love twitter) and lo and behold! I see a million other tweets echoing the same emotion! Well after reading about 10 to 20 tweets I found out the follwing:

1.She is an 8th grader.

2.American ( what else? can she be? ). From California (again?)

3.She can sing say some.

4.She thinks she can sing say some more.

5.There are some who say she can't.

6. She released a song on YOUTUBE (yes yes like that lil blond guy we all know)

7.She called the song FRIDAY.

8.Also she wants to record a single with her 'idol' yes yes none other than Pretty Boy Biebs! ( I can't believe I just said that! )

9. The song is about how a teenager cannot decided whether to sit on the front seat or the back seat of a car. Wow! So cool na? I 'll also write a song about how I cannot decide what to eat? Paneer Makhani or Kadai Paneer!

10. She is apparently out trended the Japanese Earthquake over the weekend!

The last point actually got me thinking! Wow do more people really care about a teenage girl blaring than about lives lost and property destroyed in Japan? That got me thinking What do we really care about?

On an average day in the world these days there's a political coup, or the aftermath, there's a natural disaster of some magnitude, there's a financial breakthrough, and oh there's also a sporting event and yeah like last week a 'Teenage Sensation" on the internet!

I decided to poke around a bit and I found out that Rebecca did out trend the earthquake,Gaddafi, the Cricket WC and other more important things. Another shocker this happened not only on Google Trends but also on Twitter, Facebook and other social networks! Really? did the earthquake become boring now, in a little over a week? Are our attention spans that short, and are we that shallow?

This is just another example of the myriad of things that we willfully choose to ignore in our busy lives! Tho kya? Japan mein earthquake tha, log mare the, India mein bhi tha tsunami, earthquake? I'd rather spend hours reading about this new chick who has biebered her way into my weekend! Let me laugh at her, let me call her the "BLACK PLAGUE", or the latest, let me make a parody out of her song! Yes, I am not lying there was a parody already on YOUTUBE!

Do TV channels and internet sites really dictate what we care about and what we don't? Do we really need them to decide for us what and when to like a thing? They tell us what to like, what to buy, what story is hot, they decided when a story loses importance, they tell us what is the new story! Maybe it is right, maybe its better that way, 'cause if you let everyone decide what they want to care about, yes, we will get more people fulfilling their 'teenage dream's! and that my friends will not be pretty!

So then that got me thinking what is the one thing near home that I have actually cared about? What? Oh yea! I absolutely hate the fact that my city, my beloved Hyderabad is being destroyed! For what? So that a man's thirst for political power can be quenched? the statues destroyed may not be as famous as the Buddha statues, but to me, they symbolise a childhood spent running around in the green grass around them, of many Sunday evening spent near "Pedda Laala"! It was just sad to see hundreds of people walking on Tankbund, all this for what? For NOTHING! I wish they'd just leave my city alone! Yes, I care about it!

Maybe Rebecca will record a new single with her idol (good for her!), I would love to record a single with Avril! It's ok if the Earthquake takes second place in google trends as long as efforts are being made to help the sufferers. All that really does not matter as long as people care about all that that has to be cared about! Peace.

A general update on how things are!

2011-03-09T18:15:00.003+05:30

Yes. Yes. It's summer here, well almost. Yes, yes it's that time of the year when there's dust, and sand everywhere and you risk getting stuck in the midst of a sandstorm every time you walk back from the library to the Hostel. And yes, I am over reacting!

Firstly here's a big hug to Tangypoison, as it got an awesome review the other day, or was it a compliment? Well remember folks, a few months ago I wrote about Shivam the Rooftop Restaurant, yeah as my really nice floor mate tells me that the owner of that place claimed to know me as I had written that post and he claimed several NLU people had come there after reading it on my blog! Well good good if he thinks his business has risen thanks to my blog, yeah next time I go, I ll introduce myself (Yes, anything in the hope of free food!).

Secondly here's a new embarrassment in the author's life, earlier today while taking attendance in class, JPKJ looks at me and says:

"Are you able to follow in class? Do you understand? How much did you get in the last test?"

Ugh! Never in my 20 years of living did anyone ever say that! Oh by the way I managed a decent 15 out of 20 in that miserable test of his! I ll show him in the next test, yes I will!! Yes, I only ‘look’ confused, sleepy and dumb in class!

I have noticed a recent spurt in the number of status messages aiming to give a message to other people, yes, I am not denying that they were always there, but all I am saying is that there has been a sudden increase in their number! Well imagine this, you log into your g talk hoping to play catch up with your friends, and you end up seeing status messages like those, and yes, you will feel scared! You'd think twice before pinging them!

Think about it, would you rather ping a person whose status says "Fairy Tales and Chocolate Cookies" or "is trying to go back to where it all began"? This is no offence to anyone, and both the above stated status messages were your truly's at different points of her life! I am not saying putting statuses's like that is wrong or against the world order or messages like that will ring in the apocalypse or anything, all I am saying is, that well, they tend to scare people who really love you, and care about you.

You have the freedom to put any status message you want, as long as it does not offend anyone, or ward off any random chat seekers like me! I would still reiterate my point that I really don't mind reading all those messages, you may have written them in absolute fury, but they actually seem quite funny to the people who read them. In-fact the status messages that I write when I am superbly pissed with something\someone make good jokes when I am simply being me.

I believe it's the growing heat that is messing up people's heads, and making them HOT! Which in turn is manifesting itself in the form of those scary and dangerous status messages!!

On other news Sheelaism is growing, and growing pretty well,I must say to the utter dismay of the hangover man. Who, by the way, claims I have misquoted him, and I duly apologize. We have named our new Microwave Sheela, and he has taken to calling us blasphemers, yes, I know one day he will wake up to the truth that is Sheela.

So until next time, it's TOODLES!!

SHEELAISM by SAINT BUSHY HAIR!

2011-03-02T16:52:00.000+05:30

For most people who know her she is a kind looking ( yes, notice the word LOOKING) girl with a psychedelic choice in phone covers, but for others like me, who know her a little more than most people, she’s a little off the road normally taken. Well, on a cloudy day, after her TOPA moot she decided to embrace ‘Sheelaism”, and become SAINT Bushy Hair. For all the losers who do not know what SHEELA is, it is SHEELA from SHEELA KI JAWANI, from the very sasta movie Tees Maar Khan, but all this is not what this post is about!

This post is devoted entirely to the philosophy that is Sheela. As Bushy says, it is more than a song, Sheela Ki Jawani has a deeper meaning. It is a Bhajan, yes, people she even sings like a bhajan, so, if you catch her singing it, don’t be surprised.

Bushy says, there is Sheela in everybody, yes, that is why the lyrics, WHAT’s MY NAME? WHAT’s MY NAME? and you must find and embrace the Sheela in you. The song is the ultimate expression of feminism. And there is no specific dress code for the religion, or cult (whatever you choose to call it) yes, ladies and gentlemen, this interpretation flows directly from the line “I am too sexy for you” that translates to “I am whatever I am and I have self-respect for myself, and I don’t need you to tell me what I am and what I am not.”

When you are actually writing about a belief, it’s always prudent to give the two sides of the coin. Here’s a warm welcome to our other expert in this matter, “Hangover Man”, he simply disagrees with Bushy. He says, while sitting on the breakfast table, the song is an expression of Carnal Desire. Well, this made a bystander (bysitter?) quip, “Goddess of Carnal Desire”? Well, think about it folks!!

Yes, listen to this song again, find the inner meaning in it. Respect the belief, respect the Sheela in you, and most importantly, RESPECT YOURSELF!! So now its time for me to go wake up Saint Bushy Hair from her sleep so she can indulge in her evening rites. SHEELA!

Technologically challenged!!

2011-02-16T22:13:00.001+05:30

Like the Cable guy in my grand parent's house, all electric appliances around me seem to hate me! Yeah my Music players, my phones, my pendrives, my Cameras, my Laptops, my hair driers and my biggest enemy, MICROSOFT WORD. Yes, Bitches ( you know who you are) I can hear you snigger already!

Here's an example of what happened very recently, we bought the VSFC jerseys, and decided to take photos in the mess with all the players, it was good fun, and I took some great shots! We come back to the Hostel, and another funny photo session ensued. After that I promptly run downstairs to Shraddha's room to get the USB, and after attaching the USB to my Laptop, I click to open the folder, an MS word which says the following, pops up!

"HAHAHAHA I AM VIRUS 'SOME CHINESE SOUNDING NAME', F*** YOU, ALL YOUR PHOTOS ARE GONE, HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Yes, it took me a full 5 minutes to figure out that all my photos were actually deleted, sucks right? Temme about it! My bad luck with multiple I pods, has resulted in my dad finally buying me a PHILLIPS MP3 player, this thankfully has last the longest till now. True Story.

All the 'GIZMO'TIC people in my class who talk torrents, incriptions, proxies, and other complicated stuff, scare the living daylights out of me! Makes me wonder, was I dead when they taught technology in school? Maybe, 'cause people say knowing shortcuts in MS WORD is common sense? how in the freaking hell can it be common sense? Sorry, I don't think so.

Surprisingly the only electronic thing that has not caused me any trouble till now is my blog, now I really don't want to explain why a blog qualifies as a technology, but, for the sake of some of my readers, who love to argue with me, here's how

LAPTOP =TECHNOLOGY

So anything that comes with a computer is a technology! My efforts to format my memo are to my friends as entertaining as probably watching RUSSELL PETERS on TV, yes, how they enjoy spreading the tales of my incapability to remove an underline to everyone the FREAKING see!! True Story, again! That Saturday morning is one I'd kill to forget!

It's like wherever I step electrical things are either dying or bursting into life. It's like when I am around, they have to show their displeasure in extremely dangerous ways! I mean like that time, where the elevator doors almost killed me, yes, they guard actually said, Madam they hardly ever close! Yes, it's me, I am more convinced than ever now!!

But then being the SUPER TECH wiz can also get very annoying to people around you, yeah like LAN clogging, and stuff like, however I choose not to comment on things I dunno about!

Also on the point of blogs, my college, now has its own version of Gossip Girl who has something to say about everything from teachers to students to the MESS WAR! It's all in good fun and makes for a good read and you can read it here. So carrying on the GG spirit its me Sneha signing off,

YOU KNOW YOU LOVE ME,

XOXO!

Cadby's ( I don't remember how it's spelt!)

2011-02-05T21:47:00.000+05:30

Firstly I'd like to thank Roshni for telling me about this place, and more importantly the CHOCOLATE SHOT! Yes, it's mindblowing!!

So on a Wednesday evening Aditi and I set out to the city, and on the way decided to check out this place. It's on B-Road just off Children's Park are, hidden in a little lane full of computer shops. It's just next to the big DELL poster.

A walk through the glass doors reveals a nicely done up place. It has two floors, you can place your order and decide to sit either on the ground or upstairs. As we saw the menu, Aditi and I let out a gasp of happiness ( ok can you gasp with happiness? No idea), there was chocolate everything! There was a section of food, a cadbys section, a thick shakes section and of course there were ice creams!

Food included the usual Pizzas, burgers, pastas and Sandwiches. Not a big range but you do have a choice. The thing that caught my eye was the CHOCOLATE SANDWICH and the CHOCOLATE GRILLED SANDWICH! However, as we were sure that this was only one of the many trips we would be making to this place, Aditi and I decided to order a Pizza. Imagine our surprise that when we ordered the lady at the counter said that there was a buy a pizza get one free offer! For two super hungry people that came as a welcome surprise. The Pizza was alright for the price, and it was pretty nicely flavored. Zara, who went there today says that the Special Garlic bread was awesome, and she suggest Chocolate CadB and White CabB.

We ordered the food, and went up the meandering stairs, and Lo and behold!there were big squishy and colorful bean bags and cute little chairs shaped like leaves and bright red flowers! I almost screamed in delight! I quickly settled myself in the squishiest and the biggest beanie. Yes, that was satisfaction. Sadly our delight was only momentary as we were soon joined by the Jodhpur version of Romeo and Juliet, and we quietly made our way down the spiral staircase.

You have to try the Cadby shakes, they are normal shakes but made with real cadbury! Yes, you can actually taste the Cadbury! There are various flavors like Hazel nut, Almond, Snicker Bar, Mint, etc. Aditi ordered a Hazel Nut Cadby and I went in for a Snicker Bar Cadby, and they were BRILLIANT! Nicely made, and very very very chocolatey.

There were other things like thick shakes of different flavors like strawberry chocolate, Coconut and White Chocolate, I think there was Kiwi and Chocolate, or maybe that was Passion Fruit.

Now coming to my favorite thing of the evening, and believe me, all chocoholics out there, YOU HAVE TO TRY this : The much famed, chocolate shot. Comes in two variants the normal chocolate shot and the Ferrero shot, yes it does taste like Ferrero! To Chocolate!

You can also buy pretty chocolates there, and give them away as gifts, like we did! They come wrapped in really cute packets, and range from anywhere between 100 bucks to 120 bucks.

The overall experience was good, the ambiance was decent also. We thought the order could have come faster considering it was self service and all. Maybe the time will improve as time passes by.The bill was really really low, came upto a 100 per person, true! The chocolate shakes and the Cadbys come in variants to small medium and large, you can choose whatever fits your tummy or your pocket! Your choice!! Go there if you like chocolate, go there if you are bored of the other regular NLU-haunts, and lastly go there if you are ABSOLUTELY JOBLESS!!

BURRRP!!!!!!

Pritha Chatterjee!!!!! (Isn't that enough?)

2011-01-24T19:47:00.000+05:30

I have just realised that my blog would have been incomplete without a post on this preposterously funny individual. She has tried and tested my patience many a time.You might have come across her name in many of my earlier posts. She makes my day go by in NLU. She has shocked and surprised me. She makes me want to pull my ears off my head. She can have me going from LOW to Extremely HIGH in a few seconds ( though she does know a bit or two about being high, herself! ) She has in innate gift for cracking the most unimaginable sastaas ever! Yes, I am talking about the ever-present, and very loud PRITHA CHATTERJEE!

She is among other things an assiduous student, and I am a big fan of her mooting skills.She is a lovely person and yeah I think I have praised her enough. Her other 'skills' shall be explained and analysed in this very delayed post. The limelight lover that she is, Pritha sits right in, what can be called, the MIDDLE OF THE CLASS. Yes, a perfect place to sit, observe and comment on every single thing that happens in class. Her jokes range from plain dumb, to really cheap and very very perverted. Her jokes have our very dear Yum, shaking her head in frustration!

Last semester, Aditi came up for the reason for or rather came up with the medicinal term for Pritha's condition, yes ladies and gentleman it's Prithaeria. Symptoms range from yelling loudly in class, feeling the sudden need to crack lame jokes, and being being very very narcissistic and you also you may have sudden uncontrollable urges to sing loudly, yes, wherever you are. You might also have more than a few tongue in cheek moments, like the whole "necessity is the mother of invention............................................" incident. Prithaeria spread like wild fire and people went from stage one to stage five in a matter of days! We even had one casualty! and slowly Pritha became the official sastaa queen of NLUJ2013!

She plans on marrying the Oxford educated Bhilaval Bhutto, yes anyone who knows of anyway to contact the poor man, can contact me!

She thinks she's perfect, (she's almost, but we don't tell her that!) and calls herself 10 on 10! Her FB profile pictures are legendary, yes the person photographing her will forever have tales of her radiance, her awesome photogenic face, and most importantly the number of times that poor soul had to take her photos to get that one "PERFECT 10 on 10" shot! There are times when she can make you feel 'uncomfortable', yes she's very gifted in that sense too. Ask a few people in our very large class!

I have complete faith in her that she'll become one of India's best lawyers, but then again the SCC will want to quote all her sastaas, and our already miles long judgements will become longer, and Pritha Chatterjee will be quoted in moot courts and real courts across India. Yes, the Bong Bomb, who supposedly looks like a Bengali Actress will be remembered forever, her sastaas will outlive her! Yes, yes everything about Pritha is a loud, noisy and very striking affair whether its her voice or her crazy imagination. Love you Chatt, thanks for all the awesome times, and I am sure we shall have many many more!

Signing off,
Sneha.

"Guess what?"

2011-01-20T21:42:00.001+05:30

A rumor they say is like a baby. It is generally conceived in a moment of heated passion, and cared and cultivated slowly. Everybody loves it and everybody has something to add to it. It is often very hard to actually get to the root of the rumor, nope, you can never find that one person who first planted it. Nope, not ever!

Maybe the first rumor was way back in the Stone Ages when a caveman's mother saw her husband's mate ( well this was before the institution of marriage, remember? ) looking at another hairy and 'handsome' ( yes, back then people actually did want hair on their body!) caveman, and spread the first rumor about,well, adultery. Yeah well, it could have actually happened. Yes back then in the Stone Ages a rumor was born in the pointing and grunting language of the stone people!

As man evolved rumors also evolved with man. The earliest instances of rumors I have read about was in the Mughal era. In this really nice book I am reading. Shah Jahan's (yes its that dude who built the Taj for his dead wife, only) younger daughter Roshanara spreads a pretty disgusting rumor that her sister, Jahanara is sleeping with their dad, after her mum passed away! But yeah later in the book the little bitch gets what she deserves! But yeah think of it the atmosphere back then was PERFECTO for making and spreading rumors about well, heated moments of passion!

You are a princess, young and bored, forced to stay with women all day, despite the fact that there are soo many hot dudes around you, I mean you can 'hear' them, hear about them, but you cannot see them! wow! So what do you do? All have time to do is sit around the whole day bitching about your elder sister. Yes, that skank, fathers favorite, everyone loves her! Jealous as you are, you just pop a few coins to a few eunuchs ( who are by the way pretty good at keeping their trap shut! more out of fear than anything else, I am sure) and ask them to stalk your sister who is obviously prettier and has more clout than you, when that does not work you resort to paying the eunuchs more and SPREADING what can be termed as the most DISGUSTING rumor of the Mughal Era.

As the society evolved rumor became more and more sophisticated and slowly there emerged a species of rumor called well, we all know it, GOSSIP! Just a minor difference, gossip is generally exaggerated truth, and rumors are generally make belief. People slowly starting making a living out of well spreading gossip and rumor how else do you explain shows like TMZ? or channels like ZOOM and ZING? These days anyone with access to an internet connection can start a rumor.

The recent rumor about Facebook shutting down in March sent the world wide web into a frenzy, I am sure when THAT does happen, all the stock markets in the world will CRASH! All hail Zuckerberg. You can read about it here! I found whole websites dedicated to analyzing rumors about Iphones ( welcome to the era of the muchly suppressed NERD!)!

I guess rumors about gadgets is the new 'in thing', and rumors about filmstars are passe, yeah just like animal prints ( are they? not if you look around in our college! more on that later.). Movie stars these days are as public as you can get! Case in point : Koffee with Karan. They spread rumors about themselves, leaving common people like us to get all excited about, yeah well the IPHONE revolution ( Geek revolution is well and truly on!). Don't believe me? Google 'rumor'.

I am stuck within this 50 acres of land with 600 other supremely bored young adults like myself. The line here between gossip and rumor here is probably the thinnest in the world. What you see is what you spread, well not really. Everything has to be analysed and debated upon in the halls of living, in the mess, in the acad block ( I refuse to call it Halls of learning), in Cool Palace, Hans and Sweet Dreamland. The tales of a drunken friday night at Geoffreys are generally well documented for the whole college to know byMonday morning ( burrp! actually Saturday evening)! True Story. Ask. well, anyone.

Who's seeing whom, who went with whom to Pushkar, which is the latest catfight,who beat up who where? who 'likes' whom? who's a bitch and whos a snitch and my recent favorite, who's wearing what?? Which teacher is doing what to which teacher (lol!) , the list is endless. You make two of us sit in the mess, give us a cup of hot steaming coffee and we'll give you loadsa rumors ( or Gossip, or wadeva!). It generally starts with "You'll never believe what I heard/saw" or "Oh my God! Guess what happened?" and ends with "too much no?" or "I never thought that chick/dude was capable of doing THAT!". Ask anyone here they'' all say it's true. Tried and tested.

So next time you hear a rumor, think twice, examine it and dissect it and try to get to the actual truth behind it all. Or maybe not. Just hear it and LEAVE IT BE.

Dunno what to call it.

2011-01-16T15:07:00.000+05:30

"India is a puzzle.", said the grey eyed Professor Smith, as he quietly sipped the glass of scotch my grandad poured out for him. His face had the look of someone who had not only visited India, but also bothered to get away from the 5 Star Hotels and explore the 'real' India. "It makes you love it, but at the same time, you realise it's not perfect." That day sitting in the living room of my house in DD colony, Hyderabad I realised how true he was.And how privileged I am.

The very next day, when I went to my usual teatime hang out spot outside the CAT with Edward, Anwar bhai, the magnanimous Naan wallah observed,"Indian mein na kuch bhi ho saktha hain, humari Dubai mein bahut strict hain loga". He claims to be a descendant of the Nizam. As he says to everyone who bothers to listen, his mother was the last Nizams concubine and he was born in Dubai. Yes readers, you might be all fascinated, but you roam around Charminar, you will find at least 10 more men like Anwar bhai. True Story.

My country scares me. It makes me think. I feel disgusted, at the same time I feel proud of being an Indian. The diversity is gut wrenching. Just the sight of a little boy begging near a big mall tell you a story. I have tasted champagne a bottle of which costs anywhere from 3000 rupees to well, I even saw a 90000 rupees worth champagne. There are millions of people who do not make that much money in a year in this country.

Human Rights activists have maids to clean their house, and cooks to cook their food.

The diversity is not limited to the economy. People in the North would not know what's an Appam. I din't know what Bhujia was till I came to Jodhpur. I don't get what people mean when they say "I want to see real India.". Dude, you have landed in India, and so you are in real India, as opposed to a 'fake' India. DLF Promenade in Delhi is as much a part of India, as Lepakshi is. People still think India is full of snake charmers and old men with big black moustaches!Golly!

Yes, as I told my Lebanese neighbor in the bus journey to Jodhpur, we speak Hindi not India. He wanted to know what water is called in 'Indian'. Whether it's in the bylanes of Charminar or in the Second Class compartment in the Rajdhani Express, Indians are Indians. We care. One day during my internship I was sick, and the next day I went back to have chai in Anwar Bhai's shop he gave me free 'Paya', and not chai. I can never forget the Assamese family who totally helped me stay calm in the much delayed train to Delhi. I was even offered a house to stay the night in. Yep, all cause my Gran got all senti and asked that lady to 'keep an

eye' on yours truly who was travelling alone in a train for the first time. Well, if the decree passed by Ammamma stays it could well have been my last train journey alone!

As we have all read in second grade there is unity in diversity in India. If some work does not get done over the table, whether we are from Banjara Hills or Siatafalmandi, we all look 'under the table'. Fat uncles (whether rich or poor, south Indian or North Indian) all over the country gyrated to the beats of Sheela and Munni and oh yeah, Justin Bieber on the New years night! And when New Year dawns we call our friendly neighborhood Astrologer, or go to the nearby Baba or attend the midnight mass or go to the mosque, Gurudwara, temple, etc.

Try as much as you can, you NRIs, you can never run away from your heritage. Nope not the fake accent, nor the fake Gucci sunglasses, or the cheap Christian Louboutins and not even the "Oh my God! my baby will not survive in India" can make you look non-Indian. No amount of hand sanitizer will rub away the Indian-ness, that is inherently there in you. You will still have to fight the urge not to litter and not to employ household help. Gotcha!

We have all types here, the watchers, the hopers, the 'live'-ers and the prayers. Each group with it's own attitude and own beliefs. The guitar players and the Sitar players, the rappers and the classical singers, the pickle lickers and the Pizza eaters, the cheap roadside romeos and the hot suave college guys, the mountain climbers and the beach goers.

I differ from what I said at the beginning of the post, My country does not scare me, it amazes and sometime amuses me!

P.S.- Another post which is a result of this never ending writer's block!

Bad Hair Day. Everyday.

2011-01-04T21:18:00.000+05:30

I totally get Harry Potter's frustration about his unruly hair. The fact that his mop of unruly hair gets mentioned at least once in all the books is a great credit to the hair itself! Harry, I sympathize with you, I know how it feels to have hair with a head of it's own. No matter how much you comb it, wash it, condition it, and as the fancy shampoo advertisements go, "take care of it", it still does what it wants.

I have been blessed, as some say or cursed, as I say with thick, wavy and most importantly unmanageable South Indian hair. As far as hair stories go, my hair has a pretty long tale. As Ammamma fondly remembers I was born with a crop of hair, so my hair troubles began on 21st September, 1990 itself. For as long as I could remember I had short cropped hair. Yet, everyday before I left for school my mum used to literally sit me down and struggle for 10 minutes to get my hair to 'not stand up'. By the time I got down in school my hair was just as it was before my mum combed it. Then thanks to my mum's and Sharon Aunty's combined efforts I had shoulder length hair by the time I was in class 4. So I let it grow, and took great care of it, it slowly started listening to me. At some point in class 6 I had even got one of those Pushkar type hair extensions in HOT PINK, don't even ask!

However then class 6 summer holidays happened, and I suddenly decided to get all serious about my place in the swim team, yeah yeah, hard to believe now, but I was pretty good then. Hajira Mam happened and all of a sudden I decided to crop my hair! Yep! My mum was aghast, my music teacher, well let's not even go there. She almost fainted when she saw me! But then I found it really nice and very convenient. Even then, my hair used to never ever listen to me. NEVER EVER.

So my short cropped hair continued for quite a long time, sometime in class 10 I decided to grow it back, much to my mom's and grandmom's great relief! By the time my tenth boards finished and I came back from our awesome trip to visit daddy in Shillong, my hair was as long as it was in 6th. Then my real problems started. My hair as I sadly realised has some kind of energy with which it made up its mind to not do what I want it to! For as long as I could humanly remember I wore a tight braid to Junior College, sigh!

When I realised I made it to NLU, another fear overtook me. HOW THE HELL WILL I MANAGE MY HAIR? To my relief I managed it pretty well the first semester. Back then my hair was this long unruly mess, full of tangles! The desert winds have made it even more indisciplined. So, as year 2011 dawned upon me I made a decision. I decided I'd get get my hair cut off it reaches only shoulder. Yes, Sharon aunty was shocked once again, when I walked upto her, determinedly and said, "Please Aunty 5 inches!". She smiled sheepishly and said "Ok, sit". And an hour later, I realised to my HORROR, that my hair might not reach into a ponytail, but then it did! So, I begin this year with shoulder length, OK, a Lil more than shoulder length,Sharon aunty left it there for good measure.

So here's to probably having less bad hair days this year. Then again I realized how much I miss my long and unruly mop!

Twenty Ten. and Eleven.

2010-12-31T11:31:00.000+05:30

Bhai, the year is ending. Ok ok ok don't get scared, I have not transformed into a 'pan chewing red mouthed foul talking Hyderabadi Auto driver'. Yeah the ones who are never ready to go anywhere, and those who say "Madam Tum 20 rupees extra kaiku nai dethe?". True Story.

Well this post is not about the unfair practices of the autowallahs of Hyderabad. This post is a general look back at the year that was. It's been 4 years since that night on which I started writing this blog, so HAPPY BIRTHDAY TANGYPOISON!

The experiences I had this year were quite memorable. It's not everyday that you get to sing for your grandma, or own a football team or make amazing friends that you know will stick by you forever! I have met some pretty cool and unusual people this year, yeah, like the 80 year old Aussie Professor or the superbly talented guitarist from Purdue ( no names taken here) or the fishermen in Murudeshwar and the cook in that little hotel in Charminar who claimed to be a descendant of the Nizam!

The feeling of finally owning and learning a guitar is absolutely out of the world (Well, about the progress of my learning, ahem ahem, that's a post to look forward to in 2011). The mid-June trip to the West Coast, yep, my ancestral village was pretty enlightening and when combined with the Spanish win of the Football World Cup, pretty exhilarating! I finally figured out I am more of a beach going, coconut sipping, snorkelling person than a hill and mountain person, though I really like hillstations too. Guess it's in the genes.

I had all kinds of food this year. Pushkar food with unpronouncable names, but ofcourse that Nimsa Cake! I got to eat Sushi and Sashimi, yes the authentic ones. Chat, yes Dheeru remember that Pani Puri Competition? Yes, I ate 40 of them! The Naan and Shish Kababs outside the Court everyday, or Special Mutton Biryani from Shadab, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh! Just the thought of all that makes my toes curl! And there's always the never ending supply of Ammamma's home made stuff, they just get tastier year by year! Yes, I went to that fundraiser met celebs and ate all the fancy but not that tasty food. Oh yes I totally forgot KFFC!

I've been to my share of concerts and plays this year, both classical and not. My favorite classical was Nookala Satyanarayana Murthy's concert in the Thyagaraja Festival in May. That concert just shows why I totally look upto that man, and felt truly honored when he was at my December gig (Yes, Bharat, I finally said it, gig), though he was there coz of Ammamma (lol, but still). His comments about my singing are amongst my most valued. Been to a coupla rock concerts, not really famous bands,unless you call Junkyard Groove a famous band, ok they are I think, they were alright, have seen better shows! The One by our college band set the stage on fire! 'Twist and Shout'!

The concerts I saw back home in Hyderabad, the IIIT Rockfest were awesome. I The music scene in Hyderabad right now is really quite amazing compared to what it was a few years ago, and this is all good news. I saw some pretty good bands in Octave also. Octave was an experience by itself! The food and the music. Also thanks to Hard Rock, we do see some decent music almost everyday of the week.

Well apart from this there were a few parties, a few tears and a lotsa times when my world seemed content when I just sat down with a coupla friends in the mess, doing, well nothing and eating Lays and drinking Coca-Cola! So this just was the year gone by... here's to hoping 2011 would be even half as good:

"HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS!"

Writer's Block. I think. and I miss College.

2010-12-14T23:48:00.000+05:30

As a girl born in the year 1990, the world around me then and the world around me now seem like two different universes. MacDonalds, Baskin Robbins, and Subway became household names thanks to the millions of USA returned professionals settling in India, pink slips there and BAM! they landed here, with families and all. Thank heavens for that. Looks like Bollywood has finally learnt the fine art of innuendoing ( if that's a word). Saif Ali Khan in Karan Johar's TV show is a good example ( Well, the statement in question can be called the epitome of all Indian innuendos, old and new). On screen kissing whether 'live' or in a movie seems to be going down quite well these days ( remember the furore raised after Richard Gere kissed Shilpa Shetty!) well now people kiss all the time (eg. Refer to Koffee with Karan's episode with Ranbir Kapoor and Imran Khan). Bollywood stars dress better, eat healthier, and SPEAK much better English, well I am talking strictly about the grammer and not the content.

So, the only thing that seems to be constant is change itself. When I got down from Mandore Express in Delhi before the start of this semester break I felt a strange heaviness in my heart. It was something I'd never felt before. I slowly realised I am sad, I am sad that yes I will miss my friends from college, those silly people without whom NLU would have been unbearable. Who were there by me through thick and thin, and I know will still be there for me forever, I just know.

I reached Hyderabad, and a few days later when I logged onto Facebook I realised I wasn't the only one who felt that way, the whole classes's status messages seemed to be echoing the same thing, yes, we were all missing college. I can't wait to get back to college this time, though I sincerely doubt if I'd be feeling the same way on the day I am actually supposed to be leaving, the things lined up for this semester are mouth watering! Yes, It is that time of the year when all NLUites head down to the football field, when I frequently frequent Geoffreys, and make a few extra memos and presentations, yes! It is LEX LA LIGA time! The team this year looks strong, and I know we are in with a good chance this year.

Whether its interning under a judge, making friends with lawyers in court, early morning singing lessons, eating kebabs in unknown places in the Old City, or going to a Conference and bringing home old professors home for dinner, these holidays till now have been quite entertaining. I have explored the Old City to my heart's content and here's a big thank you to my guide, and fellow foodie Edward. Cheers! The Old City can be called the heart of Hyderabad where the 'Chalta hain' attitude is at it's best and there's always the smell of Dum Biryani or Shish Kabab wafting through the air. The people here have a heart of gold, yes Anwar Bhai the Naan wala outside the CAT gives us an extra naan for free if we have curry left, bless him!

So, here's Happy Holidays to everyone and Enjoy the Season!

Cya someother time when I do something drastic like this to try and overcome the WRITER's BLOCK!

(This post is dedicated to Sandeep Chaitanya, thanks man!)

It happens during End Sems also.

2010-11-10T03:31:00.000+05:30

A day before the Evidence Paper in National Law University,two girls decided to study together...the following is an account of the interesting thoughts that they have come up with while studying for the test.

On Dying Declaration...

Girl 1: Ok.So Dying declaration can be made orally or written..
Girl2 : Hey, this totally reminds me of the House of Wax!So, suppose you are in the house of wax, and you are like mummified in wax, and your friend is standing next to you and the killer is also there, if you point towards the killer with your eyes, will THAT be dying declaration?

Well let's ask some of the Honorable judges to ponder over that one!

While on the way to the hostel from the mess,

Girl 1: This case ok, it's for section 15..its called Perkins V Jeffrey. There was this guy who used to indecently assault this woman, you like flash her, you know what's flash right..
Girl 2: Yes, I know what flash is, it's not flash with a torch light!!

One other time,

Girl1: I can't send you files, my gtalk is f****d!!
Girl 2: Then Go, UnF*** it!!

In most cases, where there is Girl 1 and Girl 2, Girl 3 is also around somewhere, so here what happened a day after Diwali!

The Pigeon population of NLU has finally discovered that NGH is a livable place! Now there's pigeon's in every corner of the hostel.While trying to shoo a pigeon away,

Girl 3: She ( pigeon) will not go anywhere!
Girl 1: B***** dumb male/female pigeon! Go Away!
Girl 3: It's dumb, so it must be MALE!
Girl 2: Hahahahahahahahahaha!!

Girl 1 and Girl 2 were trying to study in Girl 1's room.There were rumbling noises from the balcony.

Girl 2: What the hell, was that?
Girl 1: Oh that's pigeons in my balcony.
Girl 2: Ok..
Girl 1: Yeah it sounds like someone's having sex in my balcony.
Girl 2: Yuck..I have a vivid imagination!
Girl 1: Yeah, they are soo many of them its like they are having an orgy party!
Girl 2: STOP!

Here's the last one for now..

A few days ago on Gtalk.

Girl 1 :P
Girl 2: Go Study Exam Tommorow..Girl 1: Don't Feel like..
Girl 2: :')
Girl 1: WTF is :')?
Girl 2: An emoticon
Girl 1: Oh thats an emotional typo!

That's all for now!!

Blah.Blah.Blah. and more BLAHness!

2010-11-03T16:08:00.000+05:30

Random Wishlist:

1. Wants a gay friend like Lloyd. Yeah the Entourage one.

2. Want to name my daughter ( whenever that happens) Vodka.

3. Wants a lifetime supply of Oreos.

4. Wants law school to finish. Or Maybe not.

5.Wants to buy Arsenal not a stake but the whole thing!

6.Wants to be able to play "Iris" on her guitar.

7.Wants a Blackberry.

8. Wants to live on a beach.

9. Wants a CHANEL bag.

10. Lastly I want VSFC to win LEX LA LIGA 2.

OK. This post was the result of studying for the exams, well trying to study for them. Yes, it is that time of the year again, when you see Woolens, Monkey caps, overgrown beards, and sleepy confused looking faces all around. When Maggi is the food to eat, and there's Coffee all over. So if you think I am going mad, blame it on the EXAMS!!

So catchya folks later when I am finally home, after this dreaded semester finally ends!!

Kerala Fast Food Centre

2010-10-31T19:34:00.001+05:30

A few days ago I heard about Kerala Fast Food Center from a friend. You can read more food related stuff on his really nice food blog. After finally going there and eating almost homelike food, I decided to blog about it. So here's to writing about off beat eateries!

As days passed the whole College seemed to be talking about PRAWNS, POMFRET, and ROAST CHICKEN! One day in the middle of a boring and uninspiring CT class Thara, Shashank and I decided to go and check out the place and see what all the fuss was about.

So on a cold Saturday night we finally head out to the place. We here includes the three of us and Bharatendu also( See I wrote about you now, so don't cry.). After a auto ride till Mandore, a bus ride to Paota, and finally an auto ride to the Panch Batti Choraha we reach the place. It is a little ahead of King's Pavillion, and is a small eatery next to a shop which sells other Kerala stuff like oils and Lungis. Trust me, it was kinda difficult to get a table, as both the tables there were taken by our fellow NLUites, or maybe I should be thankful to a few of them for actually getting a table. So here's a Thanks to Gautam Khazanchi ( also the new VSFC team Captain) and Riyaz Bhagat. Also Riyaz thanks for the prawns.

The inside is a like a little room divided into the seating area and a kitchen. For all those CLEANLINESS freaks out there, the kitchen is very clean and so is the place. For others like me whose main concern is the food, well the food is out of the world, and very homely.

The menu as a variety of Veg and NonVeg options. I'd call the place the "Jodhpur place to be" for the seafood lovers. True, there are other places to get seafood, but the platter is limited to fish. This place has Prawn too. There are a lot of Kerala specialities like Appam ( I must try that sometime), Idiappam, etc. There is also Idli, Dosa, etc also. There is the usual North Indian fare also available, all the Paneer and the Dal. Shashank ( the only vegetarian) had Dosa and said it was soft and he liked the Sambar too. They follow the eat till you drop, "straight from the pan onto your plate" Dosa system.

The place has a very wide range of nonvegetarian fare. There is everything from Chicken to Fish to Prawns. I was told the Chicken Roast and Pepper chicken are really good. We ordered a Chicken Curry, which looked quite nice. Bharatendu ordered a Chicken Biryani which looked almost like the one I ate at Kovalam.

The fish lovers also have a lot of options, as there is a fish curry, fish fried rice. The fish fry is also there, and the fried Pomfret which Zara got back to the hostel the day before was highly praised. We sadly could not get to eat fish, but there's always a next time.

Lastly, I'd like to talk about my favorite part of the whole dinner. Yes, the much anticipated PRAWNS! They were, to quote Thara, "Dude,The Prawn is orgasmic!". It was cooked in the same was Ammamma makes it back home. I could feel that the prawns here boiled, and then cooked, unlike what happens in most restaurants where they just clean and cook them. Doing this, as Ammamma tells me all the time at home, adds to the taste and softness. I loved the all the spices they were cooked in. TRUE SOUTH INDIAN STYLE! We had them with Parathas, which were very very very soft and very nice. I also saw Prawn Fried Rice, Chilly Prawn, and Dry Prawn Fry in the menu.

The prices are very very cheap. No dish cost above 100 bucks. Though we did hear that some fish costed upto Rs.250 because of its size. Cash or no Cash, this is the place to be, perfect for those mid exam time getaways! So after a tasty dinner coupled with Shashank's Silly Prawn jokes, I'd recommend this place to every 'home missing seafood loving" person in NLU.

Long time, no Sastaas....

2010-10-25T19:27:00.000+05:30

True. These days people around me seemed to be losing it, and which resulted in my losing it and doing silly things which ended up hurting everyone I love in NLU. Tangypoison is not about that. It is about spreading love and happiness and joy! I sincerely apologise for all that, and as an apology post here's one full of sastas about everyone.

One day in the library,well actually today, just over an hour ago,

(On Gtalk)

Sneha: Find me a boyfriend, anyone. You know the requirements.

Sukku: No. I asked you to find me a husband before that. Not until then.

Sneha: Ok.Marry SS.

Sukanya ( loud enough for everyone to hear): Who is SS?

Sneha( all embarassed points to a bespectacled guy sitting right opposite Sukanya on the next table).

Yes Sukku , it looks like he did hear it.

Sneha (after her first guitar class): Hey Hey, I had my first lesson!

Sakshi: Oh what did you learn?

Sneha: I learnt three chords A,D,E. But I am holding it right but I am not pressing it hard enough.

Sakshi: Hold what? Press What?

Sneha looks ambushed. Sakshi is officially anointed the Queen of Pervertedness!

Saumya, and Aditi sent a random text from my phone to some random person.

Saumya: Wait till he replies, then we'll have documentary evidence.

Sneha: I'll delete my phone.

(Call it the Rajnikanth effect.)

Alok goes into the viva
And the teacher comes out first. Ala Rajni Kanth.

Pritha: What will Thara be called if he is the son of Dhara Singh? Thara Singh!
Thara:................................................................. (for once Mr.WiseCrack has nothing to say!)
Goo Chat!

Well here is the most atrocious statement I heard this semester:
Surya to a certain teacher:
Ma'm there are many things I can do with my fingers that I can't tell you about.

20.

2010-09-21T06:11:00.000+05:30

For once in my ENTIRE life, I have nothing to say.

Last night was perfect. The people. The jokes. OTR. The food. The drink.The song. The SURPRISE!

It totally caught me off guard, like totally! I still can' believe that now I actually own a guitar! And it's beautiful, the feeling and the guitar too. It's the feeling of getting something which you have wanted since you were a little kid. After many many many years of classical Carnatic music, it's time to do something different! But still Carnatic is still and will remain my first love.

If you thought the night of surprises ended, at 12'o clock, There was a football cake, yeah a Chocolate one looking exactly like a FOOTBALL! OMG! My room was done up with streamers and there were pretty blue balloons, and they put the guitar right on the bed, admist the balloons and infront of my blue wall, it was "Surreal....but nice." Oh yeah, and the card....AWESOME!

If turning 20 is like THAT, whoa! I'd not mind turning 20 everyday for the rest of my life!

Here's a heartfelt thanks to all my friends who made it awesome.

Thanks Zara, Thanks Sakshi, Thanks Saumya, Thanks Aditi, Thanks Geetay, Thanks Dubey,Thanks Kirti, Thanks Nandini,Thanks Foodie, Thanks Pritha, Thanks Nikita, Thanks Ramu, Thanks Sukanya. Thanks Preethi. Thanks Sandeep, Thanks Thara, Thanks Surya. Thanks Bharatendu, Thanks Shashank, Thanks Viru, Thanks Neo, Thanks Pari, Thanks Animesh, Thanks Aparna, Thanks Shreya and Thanks Ikron.

Waking up in the morning today, totally reminded me of my 12th Birthday, where there was confetti all over my room, and I woke up like an Egyptian Princess among all the decorations and the sparkly, shiny bits of paper. I could not have asked for a better last day of being a teen! Absolutely could not have!

19.

2010-09-20T07:18:00.002+05:30

Analysis.Appraisal.Check.See.Write down. Inspect. Make Changes.

So what have I done in my 19th year of existence?

When I turned 19 last year, I wished for a miracle. I wanted something to happen to my life that would make me feel much better, make me forget the demons of the past.

I think, someone somewhere must have heard it. Something did happen. Ok. Maybe not a MIRACLE. It did have a profound effect on almost everything I did in college. Maybe I should say several things happened which made me happy.

Bah. December followed September. Got through those killer music exams. Practical was ok. The theory paper was ummm.... Results came out in Jan and Ammamma was the happiest. Thatha got me that Chocolate Ice cream which he generally gets. I came back to College. All was forgotten.

I come back to College. Lex La Liga happens. January was a lot of running around. Amar Sports.Bargain.McD.Burger.Auto.Back. A few times of those coupled with, Ikron fit to play. Ikron Sick. and a little bit of Dissolve or no Dissolve. We finally did play all the matches with the same team.

Come February. It was matches. classes. Tests. Partys. Coming back lates. Making new friends. Basically FUN times.

In April I bid farewell to the only senior in my whole educational career, I really looked upto and wanted to be like.

School closed in May. Planned to sit at home the whole time. Did just that in the holidays.

June was the root discovering trip and the Football WC. What a trip! What a WC. Spain did win. Villa was indeed awesome! The trip made me realise that yeah, I may not have all the family I want, but I do LOVE the family I have. Yes! the big group of boneheads who are exactly like how I am. And who like me exactly like how I am. Big.Clumsy.Retarded.

July came slowly and I found myself in College. As days progressed I was diagnosed with the Mid Life Crisis. 90210.Castle.White Collar. Fringe.Glee happened.

August. Nothing Happened. Mid Life Crisis continued.

That was in short my year. Oh yah Archu came to India, got me a few gifts sadly we did not get to meet.

If this year can be called special, It can be because of all the friends I made. This year was all about reaching out. It was about coming out of that little closet I hid myself in, after the second semester. Thanks Srishti. I don't know who else to thank. And as for the new friends I made I am sure you guys know who you all are. Thanks a bunch! Give yourself a pat on your backs, you deserve it for tolerating all the bullshit that generally happens around me. As for my NLU family, you guys are and will always remain the best, no one ever can replace you.

So much happened. And it's already time to turn 20. Sigh.

Cheers to the last day of me being a teen!

B.I.N

2010-09-17T20:09:00.002+05:30

Like all great men he is known to the world by several names. Neo, Nimesh, Jha, Jha Sa, NimSa, etc. Like all great men he leaves his mark wherever he goes. You can like him or you can hate him, but, You cannot ignore him.

Neo gives life to his presentations. They are mere reflections of his highly celebrated personality.

Most people clean their rooms when they get back after the summers, not our Neo, he just shifts his saman into the nearest room he can find. Trust me.True Story.

You ask Neo his height and he says, "I am 6..5'6". Yeah, like Bond, James Bond. Only Neo is better.

Neo added life, colour, spice to our Pushkar trip. We just reached Pushkar, we were trying to find the Hotel.

Divya ( From inside the car): Bhaiyya! Punch Kula Road Kaha hain?

Neo( Inside the car): Bhaiyya! Bhaiyya! Laddoo kitne mein denge?

The world may be going to pieces, but Neo does this own thing! We decided to do things the Neo way this trip, and what a trip it turned out to be!

Only Neo can come up with words like "Chinese Nigger", and "Thai Nigger".Oh yeah, or Hyderabadi Biryani! He is like the next Salman Khan of India. In Little Italy he takes his shirt off, in the middle of lunch. He is said to have the third best body in college after Digvijay and Anshuman Bhaiyya!

When asked why he does what he does, Neo had this to say, " I like to make people laugh by doing shitty things".

He is a man of great tolerance, only he could have tolerated that one class every one else bunked. We all know the class and the time. He can come up with and excel at innovative games like, "Translate the hindi song into english and sing along!" Who can forget "Rock your body"!

Neo is a man of his word, when he says he will do something, he will do it. Like the time in Pushkar when he waddled through the rain water, and actually got the car. When we reached the hotel finally, he was heard saying this to himself, "Yes, I did it!". Yes, in the superhero style.

He is a man who had some great experiences in his life, yes I am talking about his other, hugely controversial trip to Pushkar, in a "tourist Taxi". Neo made friends in Pushkar too, like he "knows" the people in Cafe Enigma.

Neo was looking a little out of color one night in Pushkar,

Shashank- Are you ok?

Neo- I am not sure.

Shashank- Do you feel pukish?

Neo- No.

Shashank- Do u feel like vomiting?

Neo- No.

Sneha- Do you feel nauseated?

Neo- Yes.

That's our boy.

Neo empties the sugar bowl into his fruit porridge, and adds honey to it all and says, "Too sweet!". Neo has chocolate porridge for lunch. He is definitely credited for the discovery of the BHAGSU cake, which has now honorarily been named the NIMSA cake, after Neo.

If he chooses to take it Neo has a great career in advertising. He can come up with taglines like,
"No free French Fries, and say yes to Social responsibility".

His highly creative style of posing for photos can also make him the next hottest thing on the runways of Europe.

Neo has a unique style of playing CS. That's Counter Strike for all those bozos out there. He hides, and hides till everyone is dead and then goes around killing people. People are baffled at his talent to find new places to hide, in that same dust2 map!

Neo makes the world more colorful. Neo makes the earth go round. Neo completes our class.

Here's a trivia question,
What does Bin in Osama Bin Laden stand for?

Osama Believes in Nimesh Laden.

As the title of the post says, We Believe in Nimesh.
Do you?

By:
G BIN Sneha BIN Sindhu

With much valued inputs from:
Zonun BIN Thara
Bharatendu BIN Agarwal a.k.a Yo BIN Daddy
Shashank BIN Amarnath
Divya BIN Sood.

and the man himself, Nimesh Jha. Respect.

Happy.Satisfied.Content.

2010-09-13T01:44:00.000+05:30

In another parallel universe she is a long haired musician. She sings songs about the world at large, and the things dear to her. She sings for herself, she sings for the world, she sings when she is happy, and she sings when she is sad. In that same parallel universe, she drives a Candy Blue Beetle. She lives in the free spirited London of the 70's. The London where there is great music, good food, and people from all around. It was the place to be. It was the time when London became the Paris of the world.Oh yeah, and the fashion too.

Most evenings, she used to take long walks along the Thames to get away from those horrible power cuts. She used the time to come up with new music, strumming her guitar and singing to herself. London shined in the moon light too, as the plethora of night clubs lit up the city by night. She sang at the 'Red Moon', 3 nights a week. Those were the nights she looked forward to, it was when she met the hippies, the free thinkers, the intellectuals and Americans.

Every Friday she used to take the 2'o clock to Surrey to spend the weekends with her parents, and to simply get away from the busy London life.

In this universe she is a wavy haired law student, living 2000 miles away from home. She leaves home every January and goes back home in May. Then she leaves home every July and gets back in December. She is still unsure if the path that she has chosen for herself, many years ago, is the one that is right for her. Her life is caught between the fast paced big life of her city, and the slow life of the town she studies.

In a way, her university is like the London of the 70's, diverse people and diverse ideas. She writes when she is happy and she writes when she is sad. She writes about herself and about the world too. Unlike the London girl this one has hopes, fears and dreams. Dreams which she hopes will come true. She knows they will, like a few of them already have.

She is no guitar strumming, Thames walking musician but she sings too. Music makes her happy. She wants to learn the guitar and hopes that someday she will.

In many ways both the girls are alike, in many way they are different. In the parallel universe the Londoner does not have the plethora of friends the law student has. In the real universe the law student may not have all the family she wants but she loves the family she has. She may not get all the time to spend with her family but she makes the most of the time she does spend with them. The law student loves her friends. They are what she values the most. They make her world go round.

She may not live in London, she may not drive a Beetle, she may not know how to play the guitar, her life may not be perfect, but the girl in the real world is happy. Content. Satisfied.

Restaurant Review: Shivam Rooftop Restaurant

2010-09-05T13:47:00.002+05:30

The other day I was reading a food blog, and I figured, since I love food and writing I might as well just write a post about a restaurant. So one fine Friday evening Nidhi and I took the college bus to check out Shivam. This is my first attempt at something like this, so hope you enjoy it.

In old Jodhpur, near the Ghanta Ghar area, a few metres away from the famous Omelet,down a little winding is Shivam Paying Guest House. Look carefully, or you might just miss the place. There is a glass door welcoming you in. As you walk in you can't help notice the quaint yet warm atmosphere of the place. Your eyes invariably fall on that little board which says "Shivam Rooftop Restaurant, 4th and 5th Floor".

The climb up the four floors is a little hard, thanks to the huge steps and the low ceiling, tall ones out there "WATCH OUT!". Once there the view of Mehrangarh is amazing! You can also see a wide range of places from there including the Clock Tower, and also Umaid Palace.

The best thing about the place was it was all done up in blue and had a very very holiday atmosphere.

The menu is vegetarian, but has a lot of variety. We ordered Coffee. It was 'tres magnificient'. They gave it in a white mug with a blue design on it! The only other thing we ate were Nutella Pancakes. They were good, could have been better.Nidhi had Nutella Banana Pancakes, and from the look on her face, it was pretty obvious she Loved em.

The best part of the menu certainly looked like the breakfast. They have a continental breafast, which consists of Tea\Coffee, Egg to order, Butter toast and Banana Pancake. They had a wide range of Pancakes from chocolate to blueberry to banana. Their Italian is supposed to be quite good.

I would suggest this place for breakfast simply because of the sheer variety of things like Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, and Muesli with fruit. I can also imagine watching the sunrise, sipping that coffee or eating a poached egg can only be treat to both your mouth and your eyes!

The staff are very friendly and this seems to be a favorite haunt of 'firangs'. The pricing is very very cheap, and the whole experience is very pleasant. Finding the place can be a little tricky but once you find it it's worth a try.

I ll be back once I find more to write about! Ciao :)

LIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!

2010-08-31T21:49:00.000+05:30

"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!

2010-08-15T19:01:00.000+05:30

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.

Been there Seen that : Aisha

2010-08-08T23:05:00.001+05:30

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

Mid-(College) Life Crisis and THE RAT!

2010-08-07T18:03:00.003+05:30

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!

HIGH!

2010-08-01T23:53:00.002+05:30

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".

2010-07-06T07:10:00.000+05:30

Yeah.Yeah. The dust, the sand and the killing classes. No prizes for guessing where I am. What makes it all worthwhile are obviously a bunch of boneheads whom I call my friends. :). They crack 'em.I post 'em. Enjoy.

While I was chatting with a certain Sandeep Chaitanya on my way back to college,
Sandeep- "I'll open a sand museum, depending on how ancient the sand in my room is.."

I met Azal on the train and I narrated the above to her and she says, "Let's all gather sand from our rooms and make a sand dune.."

And I come back, and classes start, and the boring like..
So After a long day I decided to unwind in SN Halls, and I was sitting with Nidhi, Nandini, Pritha, Divya, in Nikita's room. When the following happened. True Story.

Nidhi- I went behind the bar in Geoffrey's too, to make a cocktail for my friend from France.

Nandini- FFF!

Giggles.Giggles.

Nidhi - I can make you one too.

Nandini- I don't drink alchohol.

Nidhi- I ll make it without alchohol.

Pritha- Then it ceases to be a cock!

Pritha Chatterjee is well and truly back!

I guess, that's it for now..Things are still warming up..will keep you posted! Ciao.

Mumma.

2010-06-15T14:40:00.000+05:30

I miss the steaming hot coffee when I study

I miss watching English movies in Skyline

I miss the 'Brett Lee' Chicken and Coconut rice

I miss all the gossip about Beckham and Posh Spice

I miss going for drives in the rain

I miss the Chocolate Icecream I ate again and again.

I miss talking about Brett Lee

I miss being taken care of like a baby

I miss those lovely Chicken noodles

I miss the shopping

I miss staying up the whole night watching football with you

I miss having those who's the better Club 'Real/ Manu' or 'Arsenal/Barca' debates with you

I miss trying to help you cook, but ending up tasting everything

I miss those times spent trying to pull daddy's leg but ending up pulling yours

I miss all the intellectual talk about arbitration, law and terrorists

I miss the smell of jasmine on your hair

I miss having someone to yell at me when I don't clean my room

Most of all what I miss the most is

YOU.

It's rainin' Kasab, Hallelujah!

2010-05-25T19:53:00.000+05:30

It’s raining all things Kasab, hallelujah!

What is the latest obsession in India, apart from the perpetual 2Cs? A lanky Pakistani teenager named Ajmal Kasab. I know not what he was called fondly at home, but India (read millions of daily new channels, and newspapers) has decided to call him Kasab.

So the Trial Court decided to hand him a death sentence. As soon as the Judge finished the judgment, well, the whole of India rejoiced. We had news channels carrying out interviews of people, eminent and otherwise. A true jackpot for the channels! Come to think of it, when did we get like this?

Given a Gandhian past are we a country who celebrates when a person gets the death penalty? The channels here have a BIG role to play in the framing of public opinion in our country. I am sorry to say that they have not yet realized what a big responsibility that is. So, that day what do we get that day? We get images of Kasab, accompanied by some trance type music with drums. I guess they thought the music will drive the point home (point- Kasab deserves to die). A legal expert (a lawyer who is out of business), a Politician (anything to be on TV), a socialite (too desperate), and a common man (well, no idea why really, nothing this one says ever makes a difference) are given a chance to voice out their views on the latest development in the 26/11 case. (More like a chance to appear on national TV).

The whole day was spent in showing people bursting crackers, and giving each other sweets, and abusing the “TERRORIST”. Well, on Facebook groups were made to honor Kasab’s punishment, to celebrate India’s vengeance, Sweet victory against the war against terror, and so on and so forth. I was kinda irritated to find that I had gotten an invitation to join these communities. I was flabbergasted at the depravation that has crept into the society. Really? Is this the same India who once upon a time believed in peace? Are we as bad as the terrorists who were pleased to bomb Mumbai? I think we have crossed the uncrossable line which separates us from the terrorists.

Days followed, we had everyone give their opinion on Kasab’s plight. From school children to old people, every single person felt that he deserves to die. I refuse to buy this, come on in a country of more than a billion people; won’t a single soul have a contrary opinion? Where is the ‘so called diversity’ we are so proud of?

As all melodramas in India are documented in the form of a movie, this is no different. There have been rumors of a well known bollywood bigshot wanting to make a movie based on the 26/11 attacks.

Two weeks after the judgment day, I was beginning to think that the ‘Kasab fever’, had finally began to die, then I saw the most ridiculous thing ever!

Some random loser in Hyderabad (ashamed to say that it’s my city) comes up with a game in which you can hang Kasab!! Yes. I was at home, having lunch; thatha was watching a Telugu news channel, when the news reader says, “DO U WANT TO HANG KASAB?” And goes on to explain how now everyone can hang him in this brilliant game. Then we are subjected to visuals of an animated and a cartoonised Kasab, walking around a toon Mumbai killing people. The object of the game: Catch him and Hang him! Whoa, some revenge!

When have we become a society which makes money out of a terrorist attack? Oh congratulations I guess we are the first in History to achieve this one! At least we are the first to do SOMETHING!

Thanks again to the wonderful media teaching people what to do, what to think, and mostly thanks soo much for making us a society who takes pleasure in listening to someone’s death sentence! KUDOS! As for Kasab don’t worry you have successfully been elevated to the status of a Sachin, or an Amitabh. I’d say enjoy it while it lasts.

P.S.- There are girls who think you are CUTE.

P.P.S- Maybe we’ll see fansites forming on the internet...Www/ilovekasab.org

CLICK>REVIEW>DELETE/UPLOAD>LIKE>COMMENT

2010-04-24T16:42:00.000+05:30

They say a picture is equal to a thousand words. Maybe this is what Kodak had in mind when he came up with the idea for a camera. In the good old days taking a photo was a task in itself, setting up the camera, getting the photos ready..you could simply not afford to spoil it. I remember the tough times my parents had trying to make me smile, make me look at the camera, and most importantly, sit in one place. God Bless them for achieving all the cute little baby pics of mine!

Enter the digital age. Gone are the old cameras in which you have to change the reel. Welcome a miracle called the memory card, which has to be inserted into a little slot (yes, Sunshine it's slot, not anything else) in the camera. Kaboom! It's a miracle gone are the troubles of shaken photos, blurred photos, negative malfunctioning, no more photographer screwing up the cleaning, nothing!

Now's the time of, CLICK! REVIEW and then approve or DELETE! God bless the soul who thought of digital cameras. Think again, you really think so??

Imagine you are in a mall/party and there is a bunch of teenager next to you "Hey photo! photo! photo!" and off they go clicking like a bunch of japanese tourists at the Eiffel tower. And it does not end there, everyone has to get a photo with the other, then in groups of three or four in different combinations and poses! And the photo has to be taken till its absolutely perfect, and flawless!

If what Pep once told me was true, then there are girls who go to malls, try on clothes, take pictures, and upload them on Facebook, and yeah the next logical step in the 'photo cycle' is uploading them onto the plethora of social networking sites. After all what are digital cameras for, this makes me think. Have the sales of cameras gone up by millions since facebook/orkut came into being? that can be a yes!

All that people take pictures for these days is keeping in mind how amazing it would look as their display picture! I swear by this statement! If there is an event in college, you wake up the next day morning and you automatically find yourself 'tagged' in random photos, half of which were taken when you were not even aware of it. Another irritating habit of people is tagging every single person in the photo. Like for example you are just standing innocently, and you happen to be in a photo, next thing you know, there is a notification on facebook, xte has tagged you in the a photo. You open the album distinctly remebering that you NEVER had a photo with that individual, and BAM! there you are in the corner, caught in that oh so embarassing, moment, when you thought no one was looking and were digging your nose. Now its for the world to see, oh and COMMENT!

Gone are those lovely days when photos were put in albums and were treasured, now all you have a PICASA, you don't like a photo edit it, cut it, photoshop it, add effects, make it look much better! Maybe there will come a day when, photos will again come in hard copies, and there will not be chances to alter your lovely smile in the photos! And there will natural KODAK moments and not carefully planned, edited and altered ones! :)

And the award for the lamest class in the university goes to........................

2010-04-02T15:47:00.001+05:30

Well in this post the queen or may I say the Goddess decides to share some of teh most recent gems which I have had the oppurtunity to witness in class. Haffun! (This post is all real names and real people).

Before an early morning CPC class, people are just filling in...
Yum-Sasti!
Pritha- Aaj ka mehengayi mein thoda sastaap zaroori hain!
Speechless!

During a serious Family law presentation
Nimesh - "The husband gets a year to (im)prove his potency....."
The class erupts
Abhilasha- What? He can take treatment
More giggles....
Well, it was supposed to be prove potency..

In the library...
Sandeep- random nonsense
Sneha-Live life Sneha size!!!!

Sneha - He thinks he a cool dude!
Sandeep- No man no....
Pritha - No he's a thanda doodh!

During a heated game of Hangman
Aditi- Krypton? Thats not even word!
Sneha- It is a noble gas!
Aditi- Saumi is krypton a noble gas?
Saumya- Neon Radon Krypton blah blah blah
Sneha- Hahahahhahhaa!
Well I guess the English dictionary is losing touch..

Sneha- Don't say Moksh! It's a nice place back home...
Thara- Moksh! Moksh! Moksh!
(Well, that's the level of brains we have in our class)

Sneha- Hey what do you want for your birthday?
Sandeep-Kohinoor Diamond!
(Great expectations......)

Prapti- Kisne Kata?
Animesh- Res judicata..

Oneday Surya and I were eating chicken sitting on the mess arc, there was a little dog eyeing my food,
Surya- Chal Bhaag ja yahasey, Kutte!
(Who tries to scare a dog by calling it "DOG"?)

Well, that's my beloved class!! I 'll be back with more :D After all it's my class ain't it? Ciao.

Of getting mugged and jokes in moots

2010-03-28T20:44:00.000+05:30

Facing NLU are a few hills. In popular NLU culture they are called 'The Rocks'. This Friday Chripy, Bushy Haired Girl, and me decided to go on an adventue. While on our way ( well, way is basically crossing the road, and crossing the railway track) we met NB. Then the four of us picked up two packets of Lays, and a bottle of water and began our hike. We decided to scale the nearest mountain, and with a little effort, we were on the peak.

On the peak we were admiring the beauty of our college, when a few kids from the nearby village, well, came to us for money. We tries shooing htem away, yelling, sweet talking, nothing worked. Then we finally settled on a deal. We give them a buck each, and they leave. Well, the offer was accpeted and there was some consideration involved. Yeah, I am a lawyer!

So, we were searching for cash, and

Bushy- Will they take mess coupons?
NB- Yes, Saumya teach them negotiable instruments act.

WEll, we execute our deal to perfection, and well they leave....umm almost.
Have you heard of the story where a king gets dogs so he can shoo away cats, and then the Dogs become a menace? Well, I felt exactly like that king!

When we were giving them the money there was a girl a lil older than those kids, she offerred to shoo them away. Later she perhes on a nearby rock and says, "It's ok..You guys can talk!" Some guts! She eyes the Lays in NB's hands, "Mujhe Kurkure CHahiye!" Well NB tries to strike a deal again.

Ultimately we had to shoo the girl off by pretending to call Police. So, I can say with conviction that I have been mugged! Yeah, we have been!

Keep pondering over this till the next time..Or maybe I ll leave you with a few moot jokes (courtesy Bikerboy and Sunshine)

Long time ago in a moot with a certain International Law teacher as a judge, this happens
Judge- to whom does the royalty go from Mulla's books?
Counsel- To my grandfather..
and goes onto explain how in explicit details about how his grandfather wrote the books and Mulla got them published.

In an another moot a counsel tries too hard to convince
"Your Lordship, the facts are crying out that...."
Innovative use of metaphors, aint' it?

Another of Sunshine's mooting diamonds
Judge- Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, counsel?
Sunshine- Now the counsel requests the Judge to leave teh question and come back to the case at hand..
Icing on the cake!

Muksa's moot
A few seniors are sitting as counsels.
Muksa looks at the register and calls out a roll number,
Counsel- The counsel would like to inform the honorable court that the the counsels of hte parties have reached an out of court settlement, and would like the court to decree accordingly..
I can totally imagine his face!

That's all folks!!!!

Of Swaras, Ragas, and so much more

2010-03-21T11:37:00.000+05:30

At first it was hard. I had come to hate and dread everytime Ammamma came home. Then I realised there was no escaping. I had to sit down. Say a prayer, and begin. She tells me I was a difficult student, I still believe I am. I wish I could remmeber those days...I was barely three..I knew the sapta swaras before I knew many of my cousins, before I knew how to read and write Telugu.

Ammamma yelling at me, and saying "Sruthi chudu, Sruthi chudu!" (watch the pitch), well that is my first ever memory of her. Then slowly as time passed, I started liking it. I remember the first time, I think I was in class 1 or so, oneday I randomly tell Ben, Hey I wanna sit and practise, what I learnt on Sunday. I could see she was positively elated.

My first ever formal music class, I already knew a lot of things they teach you at first. My new music teacher ( who thankfully is my grans friend) asked me to sing all the saralis, the jantas and the alankaras. Well, I did it. From the next week began my formal training. Mondays and Wednesdays. Eight days a month. Practise everyday, without fail from 5 am to 6 am. No excuses.

Yes, I used to get up at five to sing. This was my undisturbed routine everyday for the next 11 years. Yes. There were times I used to hate it. No excuses, my grandmom used to make sure I used to sing. There were times when I used to pretend to be sick, because I used to be sick of singing. I remember that phase in class 7 . I had soo much work then with all the swimming, the school, and music. It was not as if I hated music, I loved it. I just needed some change. I used to think being able to sing what MS can sing is uncool, that was the phase when guitar was cool, and Veena was for losers. Avril was in and Bombay Sisters were out. I used to beat myself up for knowing Carnatic Music.

That's where Lin came into the picture, that's where dad came into the picture, and that's where singing the songs I listen to, and listening to the songs I sing also came into the picture. I used to take time off to listen to MS, yes I had heard her earlier, but now it was different. It was alomost as if I could understand what she was singing, it was as if the swaras were speaking to me, as if each of them had a new and different story to narrate.

I discovered a whole new world of Carnatic Music.And what a world that is! MS evidently became my idol..She was perfect in everyway, what a voice! What control, well my only wish is/was/will be is to be able to render Bhavaiyami Raghuramam the way she does. I started enjoying myself, I began to slowly fall in love with Carnatic music, the ragams ,the thalams, sruthi, laya, keerthanas, krithis, and just the whole devotion I see in my teacher, my grandmother.

I was not alone thankfully, I was not the only culturally confused girl in my class, who used to have a copy of THE MODERN ROCK ALBUM, and liked listening to Denver, and ABBA. Meet Pallavi, my best friend and my fellow tortured soul in my music class. Thankfully my teacher was not the kind who says "Ingliss sangs are baad", never, she believed that every music is divine in it's own way. I remember the many times Pallu and I used to sit in that room upstairs listening to our ipods, while waiting for our turn to sing infront of our teacher. Or the time when we introduced Laxmi teacher to Avril. She liked it. Infact, she even tried singing like her.Camplicated!

I took a few exams, sang at a few temples, gave a few concerts, won a few competitions, but none of those even compare to the satisfaction you get, when you sit down and cross your legs,and hum a nice alapana in NATA, or a keerthana in Malayamarutha ragam. Sadly, I had to leave home, leave classes afer 12th when I got into NLU. I did not miss it initially, I was actually kinda glad that no more practice, no more of Mondays and Wednesdays.

Time passed slowly, then came the cultural week in the college, I did not sing. No. I did not. That evening at the singing event I saw a few of my classmates sing. I burned inside. I did nt realise how much I loved to sing, or how much I missed it till then, until that pristine moment. Then I vowed to myself I'd sing.

A year later, in the culturals I sang. Ok, not Carnatic, but yes I sang. I had a whale of a time. Slowly came Republic day, and this time it was 'Vatapi Ganapathim Bhaje" infront of the whole college, in that golden saree which Ben gave Ammamma. I was even holding Ben's striped clutch! It was a momentous occasion, at least to me. It was a special feeling, an undecribable one, ot be able to share what has been so special to me throuought my life, with the whole college.

I just wanted to say I apologise for all the times I wanted to make myself hate it, and all the little times when I refused to practise, and all the times Pallu and I used to bunk classes and come up with lame reasons like test the next day, or run off to movies in the class times. I am so sorry ammamma. I never realised what you meant when you used to say, it will help you in the future, it will help you relax, I dint realise how true she was. Thank you. Thank you for always being there for me, helping me, showing me how I cannot keep myself away from it, after all it's in me, much like the genetic code in Heroes, this is embedded in my blood. Thank You for that. Most of all I know you will believe in me.

I have realised now, that listening to NATA, or Malayamarutham can lighten my mood instantly, and Kalyani can make me feel less homesick, and "Sudhamayi" makes me think of my friends and teh good times back home.So, it is true Carnatic music and beer have the same effect on me :). It is most definetly one of the best things that happened to me in my life.

10 Best things that happenned to me in NLU

2010-03-02T00:34:00.000+05:30

This is in no particular order, I generally have a habit of saving the best for the last,

1. Rediscovering my blog.

2. Pushkar Trip

3. Srishti Gupta, the most amazing senior, I have ever met. It's amazing having someone you can look upto..

4. Bean Bags, yeah believe me, they are a comfort.Esp when you have to cram two huge books before the horrid managerial Economics exam.

5. BHUJIAAAAAAAAAAA- Yeah baby, have it with Rajma rice, have it with Soup, Have it with Pasta, it makes anything taste out of the world..

6. SC..nope its not the Supreme Court.. however it is Supremely HOT!

7. Victorious Secret Football Club- One of the most exciting things to have ever happened to NLU. I have joined the likes of Arsene Wenger, and have become a team owner/manager for 4 whole months. Made a lot of friends, and had loadsa FUN!

8. My Room- However dirty, or however cramped it is, it's still my room.So...Back off, bushy haired girl!

9. Geoffrey's- Smirnoff, Carlsberg, Foster's, Kingfisher's, Blender's Pride, Royal Challenge,tonic water. Tequila Shots, dance floor, Lamb Piccata, American Corn Fritters, Fried Chicken Wings, I think you pretty much get the picture..

10. My friends, the old ones and new... I love you guys, and I can do anything for you...Believe me, I can.

Ciao!

A Postcard from Zanzibar

2010-02-23T08:55:00.000+05:30

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!

2010-02-21T15:30:00.000+05:30

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...

2010-02-08T23:49:00.000+05:30

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!

2010-02-03T08:34:00.000+05:30

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!!

What a night!

2010-01-28T08:13:00.000+05:30

Ok. We lost, so what? My team made me proud, they played like pros. It was just that one, one and a half second, which changed things. Believe me I am not talking like a lost football manager, I am just saying that if my team plays like they did in the first half, we can beat anyone. Yogi made an amazing keeper, he is worth every penny. Talking about pennies, TBITRS made me feel that my money is secure. Another very imporant thing about the team is, they listen and they listen to eachother. It feels nice to see them bond.
Well, talking of bonding, my my how they did bond, af Geoffrey's, on the dance floor and even on the way to and back from our little 'Victorious Secret' night out! Guys you rock, all of you, Ikron, Thara, Animesh, Jeph, Shetty, Vishnu, Manini, Shuchi, and Srishti ( we'll have more good times, don't worry )!!!!
So as they all did last night,
VSFC Ahoo! Ahoo! Ahoo! (the 300 style, not that silly song type from Love Aaj Kal)!

Well I almost forgot, here's how the scoreline read
MCFC -1
VSFC - 0

Next match is on Saturday against RUFF, and my team is PUMPED! BRING IT ON!

Lights, Camera, Action! (FUTSAL FRENZY!)

2010-01-27T14:48:00.000+05:30

Yes, people put your shades on, the VSFC is pluging into action. On what may seem like another normal drab day in the NLU Campus, the Lex La Liga will be formally kicked off in the evening at 5:15 pm. After days of planning, deliberating, and hoping the D-Day has finally arrived. So all those who can read and who know what's Lex La Liga, my team is well and truly playing today, call it luck or what!

The idea of having a team was drilled into my over sized brain when Shitty asked me if I wanted to invest with her..and I said agreed. I went against the class spirit, and sat with Shitty and Shuchi, in the bidding room for the team franchise. I got glaring looks from my 'lil frend', but then again, that evening I ended up being the only team owner of NLUJ2013..call it luck or what! So, the best policy as the wise Shuchi told me, is DIVIDE.

My high spirits were dampened the next day, when the player bidding din't turn out as I expected, due to all our faults, mine, manini's, shitty's and shuchi's also.Later I went back to my room, and destressed on IPC. Next day it took Sunshine sometime to convince me that we actually have a good team. Bless his soul.So, the team, which I would like to clarify, does not depend on the STAR as much as being said by a certain Association. I would like to also say that tags can be changed.

So here's my team
STAR (Captain)
The Boy in the Red Studs (TBITRS)
Ciggie
Ansh Bhaiyya
Vishnu
and Jeph

So today, after all teh running around shops, all the planning, the being called 'boss', the hard times, my team is finally being showcased on the field. We are up against the Mandore Cowboys, with all it's silk and beauty in what promises to be a good match!

P.S. feels good to open a tournament!
In the picture you can see TBITRS and me, well making a Vand an S with our fingers!
Go......VICTORIOUS SECRET! :)

The new kid on the block!

2010-01-26T12:08:00.000+05:30

Hello, Upper NGHers, I at the risk of sounding like the omnicient Gossip Girl, have decided to chronicle my little experience with the new kid on the block, quite literally. Meet Damage Control Hair (I have no idea why I like to refer prople by their hair), aka the new kid on the block (She named herself) the one who has helped many a soul in NGH in wiping out the memories of a certain not so normal girl, and her even more bizarre room :). After a visit to her room, and a long session of what I'd like to name as 'catching up with things', we realise it's suddenly 2 something am, and there's school the nest day. So I am about to go when Damage Control Hair decides to visit the loo..
I am standing there talking to teh Bushy haired girl, when the fillowing happens,

Damage - Hey are there mice in the bathroom?

Bushy - No, don't think so...

Me- Let's check it out..........

( All three in slow motion, do a Bond type walk till the Loo Door)

Damage (straining her ears)- There! Can you here it?

Me- i think it's in the pipes ( the result of too much Harry Potter)

Bushy- Let's go in and see

Slowly lead by teh brave Bushy Haired girl, we walk towards the origin of the eerie sound... She bravely opens the door, and Voila, What do we see? Not a rat, nope not a mouse, it's the NGH special extra noisy Exhaust Fan!

That's enough suspense for one blog, ta!

And also HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY! :D

P.S. Princess Z I did not mean to sound like GG, and I am well aware of the fact that it's outside my jurisdiction..

NonVegetarian Vampires, anyone?

2010-01-24T21:44:00.000+05:30

This post comes after a very drab and dreary Sunday, a morning spent on tying to figure out which movie to watch, and then deciding on moving onto this new series called "The Vampire Diaries". Watched the painfully slow and cliched, first two episodes, the same sad soul of a leading lady, the vampire leading man, who is old enough to be her great great great grandfather, sounds familiar? it should, these days vampires have taken over TV, literally.

Vampires always seem to have fascinated the small screen. It all started with Buffy slaying them..but right now, it's the whole "Omigosh! Vampires are soo hot!" phase. There are millions of girls who would kill to get a chance to be the troubled Bella of Twilight. Essentially, a vampire these days is this HOT guy who loves his girl, is very protective of her, has family issues, and is always fighting the urge to kill the girl and make a snack of her. I don't get it.

What if Edward Cullem was not hot, or if he was some gawky teenager when he got the bite? Would Bella still 'love' him soo much? I am not too sure. How come only hot guys get bitten? Why not let's say a normal guy with freckles or lets say a squint get made into a vampire? So you can only conclude that, it is not as much as the vampire thingy in a guy, but it is only the Hotness of a guy which drives those girls nuts!

            Moving on, why is the girl always in trouble? I mean why? Why is she the needy one, the one who needs someone to hold onto, and Voila, she has a handsome vampire waiting for her..like in the latest "Vampire Diaries', the girls parents die, and she gets a vampire, who comes int otown because she happens to look like his ex who died at eth end of teh 17th century (Been there seen that).

             Where are the proper vampires? The ones who used to be seen in Hitchcock movies? Are they extinct? Or have they evolved into the vegetarians who do not kill humans, but live on rabbits, and make sweet love to damsels in distress?

        In earlier times the word vampire used to conjure up scary images of bloody teeth, red eyes, and fangs! Now, it's a school boy who has a crush on the local girl! :) . There is also the vampire series, "True Blood", on HBO..I have't seen it, but that again is about the creation of synthetic blood on which vamires can survive, and not really my kind of stuff.

             Well, last year I was into this series called 'Supernatural' that was the last time I saw a nonvegetarian vampire, who the brothers ultimately end up killing, but then, what's a vampire that does not eat humans??
I am sorry, I somehow cannot find that real, it's like let's say, Football without a ball, yeah, it's that painfull.

           So here's a little plea to the big TV producers, make a series on the small screen which has loadsa Blood, and tons of hot vampires. Seriously, veggie vampires with teen crushes, and multiple school diplomas, and bad boy younger brothers? I am over it!

Pardon me now, I ll leave this post here, and go look for some 'Fresh Blood'. Anybody listening?

Confessions (Sigh!) of a Serial blogger

2010-01-22T23:48:00.000+05:30

People, lots of them have asked me a question,

“Why do u blog?”

Yes, why do I blog? It’s seemingly simple question, why do u blog? Why?

So, I researched and found out about blogging (it doesn’t matter that I have a test tomorrow, this is more important than that anyway), that a lot of people do it, that blog is a contraction of ‘web log’, and then my net gets disconnected. But undeterred by all this, I go one thinking…..

This is not like writing a diary, I wouldn’t write half the shit I write here in my diary, but yeah, over the last 4 years this blog has become my best friend, the sibling I never had. I find myself writing about things I generally don’t even think about, things which I am embarrassed to reveal about myself...This tiny space on the internet has literally helped me deal with myself, make peace with myself. I remember when I first posted something here, we were just packing to Goa, I remember finishing the post and running to the airport. Things were so different then, I had a home, a life.

All those homesick times, those sad and lonely times, those ‘trying to find myself’ times, this blog has been there for me. It gave me the courage to go on, to push myself, to live life. It makes me laugh that how I started blogging again thanks to two amazing friends of mine (love you guys...you know who I am talking about), writing makes me happy, and it makes me feel free. Some people say they find happiness in shopping, in eating, in running, in painting, I find happiness of the purest kind in writing.

From the time I penned down my first story (about ‘Gypsy’, the blue dog, when I was 6) till now, I figured this is one of the things I love to do, absolutely. I used to love those English assignments, Cecily teacher used to give in school, I used to love writing about shoes, about little girls with green eyes, and about cottages on hills.

I love my blog. It helps me relive moments, and cherish them. It helps me come clean. It even helps me make friends. It was there for me when I thought there was no one for me, ah, those dark ages (thankfully behind me now). It was my mum who wanted me to write, yes, I will write. I will write as long as I live and breathe. I’ll write about everything, of hills, trees and mighty giants, of strawberry lands, and chocolate flowers. Of cricket, football, and of Arsenal, VSFC, of Brett Lee, and of Andy Roddick. Of NLU, of NGH-4, of the desert, and of Hyderabad, of lawyers, and my friends…I will write. I’ll write in the rain, the sun and the cold winter breeze.

So, the next time someone asks me,

“Sneha, why do u blog?”

I say, “I blog because it sets me free…I blog, therefore I am”.

Super Mario the "FM GUY"

2010-01-18T22:15:00.000+05:30

"Arre! Sh....!", he walks into class, in that classic "I am the coolest" style of his. He picks up the attendence register, with a frown on his big round face..people already snigger.."Arrey Sh.....!"

Before taking attendance he looks at us. He points to a braclet he's wearing and says, "This wiring, is not allowed in Corporate", "like in Bombay, and all. I was having class only at 3, so I was going out".

Slowly people's names are distorted in ways that are possible only in his class, then double checking happens! On days like today, which happened to be Sunshine's second class, he raised his football shaped head and said, "Surja Prakash, arre! first class?"..

Slowly in the middle of interest rates, and compounding there's this one multipls choice question:

Paintal (yes, I did not misspell it) has approached a bank for opening a recurring deposit for 2 years at an annual rate of blah, blah, blah.............

a)Compund Interest

B)sgisi

C)psgheip

D)effective rate of interest

then he says,

PICK THE WRONG ANSWER!!

Then we move onto bigger things like, annuity, and a big fat load of Finance. He finally found a book, which could possibly reach his standards. And lo! he suddenly finds Sunshine and H sleeping. "Arre, these people will sleep now, in the end they will say they did not understand...".He looks at Sunshine and says, "He slept, so I'll also sleep". He tells them both to read up the chapter, and step into class the next day, and he will ask them questions.

I am guessing if they don't answer the questions tomorrow, he'll take care of them like how he took care of Bowser and Koopalings! There's also a Princess Peach in our University, yeah with a lot more monotonous name, but then again, that's another story, for another day!

But all said and done, he's definetly one of the COOLEST DUDES, that walked the face of this Earth! :)

Of all things Winter in Jodhpur, VSFC, and life in general

2010-01-17T14:11:00.003+05:30

Brr!….this place is as cold as the ice storages in fishing vessels. Happy New Year to you guys, and life in Jodhpur has changed a bit from the last time I was here. Maybe I am just warming up to the place. The journey back was all the same, get off the plane in Delhi, and you realize you have no option but to get on the next train to Jodhpur, and you also know that the train will inevitably be late. It’s just the same every winter. So after spending some time waiting on the freezing Delhi Cant. Platform, Princess Z ( so much for narcissism) and I got on the train, met a few people from college, and the next day I was in college.

It’s only when I went on my usual first day trip, around Jodhpur to buy groceries, with Ms.Curly Wurly, did I realize there are a certain things that have changed around the place. National Handloom the one stop shop for everything you could possibly want, burned down in a freak accident. There was just a gaping nothing in its place. I felt like a New Yorker who returned home long after the WTC was burnt down; yes that was exactly what the curly haired girl said too. It was just one of those things you have to cope with in life, Change.

I also finally got my hands on that awesome plastic grey black striped clutch of Ben’s. I carry it almost everywhere I go, people love it! For me it’s like carrying a piece of mommy everywhere I go. Miss her loads, even after almost 2 and a half years, just can’t believe she’s not there anymore. On the bright side, I at least have the clutch. Yup, it’s called a clutch, TBITRS ( read further for the explanation).

Moving on, I also realized that this time I have a little responsibility on my hands, yeah the one apart from improving my grades, it’s the football team. No, I am not in it, but I own it! Yeah, me along with a few seniors in college actually bid and own a team, It’s actually Futsal, but what the hell. Yeah, the team situation is kinda in bad waters, even before the matches started, but what the hell, as “the boy in the red studs” (TBITRS)” said, “what’s the harm in trying”. And yes, he insisted on calling them Stud, and not sneakers! I was told by a certain STAR player that , ‘studs are underneath the shoes”, these boys and their shoe issues.
So, one cold evening TBITRS, Yo Daddy, and I went to even check out jerseys for Victorious Secret Football Club, yeah that’s what it’s called. Yes please it’s not Victoria’s. It’s actually good sorry great fun. I really like the team we bought, though no one but TBITRS practice everyday, well he said they’ll start practicing from Monday. Cheers to change. Ever since the day I bought the team, Sunshine has taken to calling me “Boss…”. Hate to admit it, but it actually feels nice. I have also become a fan of the Spanish Goalie, Casillas, thanks to TBITRS! And hey, you can see the team logo, in the picuture!

Well, on the class front we have the funniest teacher ever on the face of this earth teaching us. Fondly called Mario, he teaches us “Financial Management”. That reminds me I have to actually work on the assignment he’s given. Well, if you thought ‘examination’ had pronunciation woes, this guy’s even better. He calls Saumya, “SAMBA”! And Sunshine “Surja”, and so on and so forth! His classes are a full 50 minute entertainment show! He walks like he doesn’t care about the world, so non chalant, so care free and OH so COOL! His confidence is unbearable. His knowledge about the markets is as deep as the Mariana Trench. He’s the one teacher in NLU, who will give you attendance for sure, coz Mr. Mario double checks the absentees.He denounces all FM book written till date, says “FM Guys” need market knowledge!

Another teacher to take note of this semester is TBITRS’s favorite teacher. She loves him, and can never get enough of him! And he keeps getting busted in her class. She is weird.

So, here’s to what promises to be an ‘entertaining’ semester on all counts! CHEERS!
Here’s a lil joke to finish off the post
N- You are a gawar!
P-Even you are, since the world is a global village, everyone is a gawar. So, either you are an alien or a GAWAR!
I know, it totally reminds you of those cheap live media jokes you see on the TV screens in the Jodhpur Mcdonalds! Ciao :)

Birthday, Dogs and Michael Crichton

2009-10-17T15:00:00.003+05:30

Time passed, slowly like a snake slithering lazily through the desert sand.....
Well, dude that's my lame attempt at poetry. There's only one way to describe it, it sucks you douchebag! Poetry is one thing I have never actually been able to get hold of. Ok, not the one thing, but many things like mooting! Yeah yeah I haven't been able to write as well, I really have no clue why.

There have been so many attempts to wcome up with something spectacularly funny, when I actually get down to writing, I am blank! So, what has happened to my life in the last few months. Well, for starters I turned 19. Nothing special, it was the same as turning 17, or 16 or 5. Yeah, I went home this time, not that anyone cares!

Oh yeah, it's Diwali today, "HAPPY DIWALI!". All hail Lakshmi, the goddess of wealth.

Ok, this is a real question which has been floating in my over sized under stocked head for sometime. Why do people like animals? Why say people there was time in my life when I used to say, my dog was my best friend. I have a friend who's obsessed with dogs, dogs of every kind, including the street mongrels.

People say a dog's a man's best friend. Dogs have always had a place in the literature (haven't you heard of Clifford, the big red dog?), language( What's up dawg?), music (Who Let The Dogs Out?), cartoons(Snoopy, Pluto, Goofy). I have found from my extensive research(Googling) that dogs are indeed the most respected of our animal friends.

Dogs also lend appeal to many celebs(read Paris Hilton). Brett Lee went to name his Grey Hound, well, um 'Brett Lee'. "Well, Mr. Lee", quizzed a curious journalist, "why Brett Lee". Mr.Lee says, "He's fast". Don't read too much into that. Well, it'll be heavenly to see Tom Cruise walking his big dog, or Adam Sandler with his bull dog. I think the most publisized, and most hyped dog is ofcourse, Ms. Hilton's disgusting chihuahua (bleh!). Nowadays Rihanna, Hillary Duff, and yeah, Nicole Richie all sport their pocket sized dogs!

Indian celebs are not too far behind. Our own 'cricchick' Mandira(who can serioulsy give a competition to dogs in the looks depaertment), has the most gorgeous K9s in this planet! John Abraham, the PETA supporter aka hot hunk loves his dogs! No wonder they say, India is everywhere these days!

Yeah, the common man loves his dogs. though not everyone can have the perfect PEDIGREE dog, people do spend crazy money on their dogs! We have exclusive dog trainers, dog beauty parlours. lol. Well, yeah we have 'items' who love their dogs more than they love their children :)

We have heard of cases in India where peopl have adopted monkeys, donkeys, dogs, and yes, TREES! Now, I can safely assume that, what Micheal Crichton, wrote in his book, "NEXT", has been possible in India from time immemorial.Well, as they say, anything's possible here!

So long, Suckers!

'Apparently'

2009-08-25T13:36:00.002+05:30

'Apparently, G told me we are good friends'

'Apparently we are going out to the movies today'

'Apparently, my name is Sneha'

'Apparently, birds fly in the sky'

Ok. I made up the last one. The other three are real sentences spoken by a lot of my peers, who for reasons beyond my comprehension, use it wherever they can. It's became like a fashion statement, the word has grown in equivalence to, let's say, a Gucci bag or a Prada skirt. Also just like how we have fake Prada and fake Gucci, we also have the rampant misusage of the poor word. So, in colleges like mine you have people saying stuff like, 'Apparently, P told me that Z and F are going out!'

Dude, watch it! Ouch, what language. You don't use apparently, when you yourself has spoken the words.

The 'apparently' disease is common among the Professors as well. We have the 'jolly guy', who uses the word like its his second name.

"Apparently, I have not read the following case in Constituitonal Law "

Again, dude you apparently do not know the correct use of the word in question.

So, yeah this sometimes leads to funny results,
like,
'Apparently S told me there's no class today'

'Apparently, I am going to the doctor'

This habbit irritates me. i have scarred my vocal chords, by the sheer nunber of times I had to yell at people, and reason with them, and yeah, also try and explain to them. Oh no, it's still the same,'Apparently, I cried in my sleep last night'

Maybe not everyone can afford to buy Gucci bags, and Prada skirts, but I am sure they can try to learn the propoer positioning, of words in sentences!

Apparent, ain't it?

'Apparently'

2009-08-25T13:36:00.000+05:30

Contracts??? I have my doubts!

2009-08-14T16:12:00.002+05:30

Today in class, people were throwing pieces of chalk at eachother, for those who know my class, you may think, whats the big deal? our class is obsessed with chalks!

Botox- you people should stop playing with chalks!

(As usual, her appeal falls on deaf ears!)

Botox-Ok, now people gimme your balls!

(Ahem! May I have the Committee for child/student/word/ abuse please?)

Snigger Snigger...

"Less is more"

2009-08-09T22:15:00.003+05:30

All the citizens of the Gen Y, haven't you noticed something? Something like a fact that has been staring right at you, for a long time now? The mere fact that we happen to live our lives a world of "less is more", disturbing ain't it?

Let's take an example, say a group of uber cool people go to a place like McDonalds, ad order some food, say three McChicken combos, now they expect their order to be delivered to them within 5 minutes. Even if, the poor guy takes a minute more, he starts hearing stuff like, "What the F*** ya, b***** place, so freaking slow!". Yes, the concept of fast food has totally caught on India. Now again, less is more ain't it?

TIme is wasted, save time. Space is being wasted , save space. The most important of it all, save money. These days, it is true save twenty four hours in a day do not seem sufficient, for a person. People want 'crash courses', delivery within 30 minutes ( lol, i meant pizza delivery), faster transport, and yeah, thinner models.

I know, thinner models. Lesser fabric in their clothes, talk about wastage of cotton. Go to a shop like, well take any shop, pick up a shirt, or a top rather, it will look like they used less than a cubic metre of cloth and when you look at the price, hmmm, i am sure you get the gist! WEll if you happen to be an oversized person like me, you are definetly a threat to mother Earth! (OOOO....that's a nice incentive to start working out! Ooooo reduce, or else you will solely be responsible for the apocalypse!)

We love princess Z...people sorry forthe little commercial break, it was a random friend messing around with my post! Furthur queries on this will not be entertained, nor will further attempts at sabotaging my POSTS!

That brings me to the next logical question, all this saving for whom? The earth is getting polluted anyway, who cares? I mean, ironically arent we wasting time by thinking about all this? It does seem pretty odd these days, that people always seem to be in a hurry, work, movie, presentation, college, and whatever.So in times like these it's pretty obvious that people will give more value to "less is more".

That gets me thinking, why can't it apply to grades and GPAs. Keep thinking! :D

Sex or Gender?

2009-08-04T23:45:00.000+05:30

This is one of the biggest questions that have always troubled my tiny cranium. Yeah, as I may put it, is it sex or gender? Why is it in all forms we have to fill up a column titled ‘sex’? Why not gender? Why are little kids taught their gender is male or female and not sex? Why? Why? Why?

Is it because at the mention of the word sex, people’s minds usually conjure up the verb form of the word and not the noun? It’s been a puzzle to me ever since I found out that both gender and sex actually do mean the same. I remember, me all of eight years after reading my birth certificate, calmly walk to my dad and said, “Nana what does sex mean?” Well my old man, being the dad he always is simply, looked at me and said,” It means that you have to write if you are a girl or boy?” Now, that was quite enough for my eight year old brain.

Time passes along, and I reach age 10. I was in the company of a then 12 year old guy (whose name has been hidden for obvious reasons, let’s call him S). We were both looking at a college application his elder brother was supposed to be filling. S’s eyes immediately fall on the word, well you know, SEX. And all that comes out of that mouth is ‘ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo’. I was puzzled, and I stared and stared at him. I went back home. I was restless, until dad finally asked me what was itching me. I told him, what took place. He doubled up with laughter, and said I’ll learn about it in school. I was not satisfied, I confronted S. I demanded an explanation.

Now, S’s blatant truth totally shattered my, I was born ‘cause of the stork’ theory. It shook my little head, and made me question my own existence. At first I refused to believe him, than I asked him, If his mum and dad ‘did it’ too?
As you can imagine, my little head, had horrible visions of Ben and Jerry ‘doing it’. It shook my core, I could not summon up the courage to ask dad, and to confront him. As I grew older, I was subjected to much more usage of the verb form of the work in question.

That also brings me onto one other topic, why do we have to mention our ‘sex’ or ‘gender’? Like anyone cares, anyway I was thinking that all those applications must change that column to ‘orientation’, so then we will not have Naz Foundation, coming up with another of the PILs, to say that applications are violative of article 14 of the Constitution. So yeah, now India officially recognizes 6 genders, or may I say, sexes, Male, Female, Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transsexuals. Instead of two columns we shall now have six columns on any applications.

In the past people used to be scared of their offsprings running away, with their opposite sex, now even a two boys, seen together can land them in huge trouble! I still get troubled reactions from little cousins, when I use the word ‘sex’. They look at me like I have committed a sin, and I need to be purged in holy water. While these I must say, are the very kids who watch, Johny Bravo in Hindi, and guess what? No sniggers when, Johny says,’Hey sexy’. When I say it, it’s all;’Akka said the S word’.

In a country life ours where three to four of our kids are the average in every house, I don’t get how people often consider sex as taboo. We have mythical lore which talks of Pandava having 100 sons, and people giving birth due to the fruit of life. How do they think kids happen? Do they seriously believe that kids are dropped from heavens? I have thought about it, every single day since I found out what the verb form signifies. Is’nt our land considered to be the land of the ‘Kama Sutra’?
Let’s just hope that there will come a day, when children all over India will say, my sex is male or female or whatever else.

[This post was not intended to hurt the feelings of any LGBT person, If it does so, my sincere apologies. ]

Muksastaa..........

2009-07-28T11:00:00.002+05:30

SNC-Sir, what is the scope of the word 'thing' in section blah blah blah?

Muksa- It can include anything, pen, pencil ,anything, Taj Mahal...

Life...................(Article 21 of the Indian Constitution, Keshavananda Bharti v State of Kerala)

2009-07-25T12:15:00.003+05:30

It's been a while since I've written a post. It's for a combination of factors really. For a few inexcusable reasons, I could not bring myself to write. Well, anyway I'll try to put all that behind me as soon as possible. No more posts lamenting on the many turns and twists my life has taken. What 'life'? I am only 18, and I am just a year old in college! There's plenty of time left to feel sorry for myself in life. According to a WHO report(for all the losers who do not know what's WHO it's ,World Health Organization, a part of the United Nations.Still no clue? Google it!)the average life span of an Indian female is 63 years. So yeah, I still have plenty of time to think.

As you can see, I have begun giving authorities, to whatever information I quote. Well, call this the law school effect. After doing making countless memos, well not countless, it's 6 actually, the habit has seeped into this tiny brain of mine! Yeah, it's funny but I have been in Law school for a little more than a year.

My life has changed drastically since I moved into room no.207, NGH of NLU. I decided to document as many as I can. Here's to change!

1. The most important, eating bland food, rock hard idlis, searching for good south Indian food. Finally settling for whatever you get.

2. Why waste money on movie tickets when you have a perfectly functioning laptop? and a LAN connection?

3. Washing clothes, back home all I had to do was, well drop the dirty clothes in to the laundry box. Well, here I finally learnt how to use the machine! :)

4. Ironing my own clothes, it took me sometime to get a hang of this one! Thanks to a lot of help from the Bushy haired girl, I managed it!

5. Cleaning my room! The one hate the most, ugh! the dust, the clutter, especially thanks to my 'shopoholic' nature, I generally end up finding, things I don't even remember buying, then I go around asking who they belong to! Most of the time I am reminded of the time I bought that particular bauble, thinking I absolutely cannot survive without it!

6. Loud music, emanating from any room on the floor.

7. Filling the cooler, what a pain!

8. My usual hangout coffee shop, Barista, has been replaced by Coffee Day!

9. Instead of Little Italy, I go to King's Pavillion for Pasta.

10. Deli 9's chocolate pastries have given way to 15 A.D.

11. Shopper's Stop, Lifestyle, City Center Mall, Central have heralded the arrival of "National Handloom", "Reliance Mart" and "Ansal Plaza".

12. The new McDonald's made me feel as happy as a new mum!

13. Masala filled Hyderabadi Dum Biryani, is replaced by the Jodhpuri version, of green colored Andhra Chicken Pulav, deceptively termed "Hyderabadi Biryani".

14. The best takeaway joints are Kashmiri Spicy, Shaheen and Chics and Kabs. All adorning the roadside!

15. The worst of all, getting used to travelling in bone cracking autos and not my Zen or Santro! :)

16. Street shopping in Charminar, Badi Chowdi, and General Bazar is replaced by Nai Sarak.

17. I am still getting used to teh fact that, the only fort in the place I live in is Mehrangarh, and not Golkonda.

The rajasthani twang, the hot sun, the bright colors, will still need some getting used to, but what is life without change? Isn't life about enjoying every moment you can? After all going by the who statistics I just have 45 years to live. That dosen't seem too long now, does it?

As my mum always said, Life's too short to hold grudges! :)

Adios!

Sastas in the rain.........

2009-07-17T21:41:00.002+05:30

First of all, I'd like to congratulate myself on reaching my 100th blog. I look forward to writing more crap, and finding people who read it. :)

Here's a few conversations I heard in our University.

A few girls in an auto-Bye! Bye!
666-Take care, Garnier.

Interesting.....

In the gym, when its raining people were singing,

People-Aaegaa Aaegaa aanewala, aaegaaa........
Chucky-Bhooth aaegaa!

*Ahem*

In the same gym,

Random-Let's play anthakshari!
Random no.2-Let's play Rapid fire!
Random no.3-Let's play Rapid fire. What is rapid fire????
Me(sitting outside)-

So continue my days..in this 'randomness'!

Sasthaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

2009-07-09T21:14:00.003+05:30

This post is dedicated to the creators of LTTE. The 'genius creators of the intellectually stimulating' blog have also inspired me to write this 'stimulating' post. I hit upon this idea when I was sitting next to yellow, in a rather dull history class.

The following post contains certain very classified and valuable information. It's an insiders view of the proceedings of Room 11 of a certain 'Halls of Learning'.

Early in an OB class,
Sunshine walks in with two of his rays,
(OB shoots an icy look)
SS-Sorry mam, first time
OB-This is my first class

*Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!*

During a heated debate on offences,
MS-The driver of a car which breaks down and causes a road block is guilty of causing public nuisance.
Curly haired girl- The driver is not guilty cuz, he has no mens rea. The car is guilty, because it broke down....

*applause* *applause*

Walking down from a drab history class,
Curly haired girl, in the tone of somebody who's found out that they won a lottery-
Mithakshara and Dayabhaga are not Hindu schools of law! They are Nibandhas! Ha! Ha!

Talk about students being stressed in Law Schools.

While talking about offence,
MS-........................said Justice Edward Coke, the founder of Coca Cola,........
Bushy haired girl-Really?
MS-No. It was just a joke.

*ROTFL*

During a five minute I walked into class.
N, said the following, pointing to Guy S and Slash, who were sleeping with their heads down on the their table.
"Two people sleeping together"

*hmmmmmm*

Marketing was walking into class, and people were stumbling back into their seats,
Curly haired girl-Get a Life!
Bushy haired girl-Get a wife!

*India said gay ho! dinnit?*

LC(girl)-Three Mukherjees are coming! I might get lucky!
(One of them is a girl!)

*All hail 377*

Back to the desert.

2009-07-06T20:10:00.003+05:30

Mess food. Sweltering heat. Dusty muddy rooms.does it ring a bell? Yeah, it does. I am back to college. The first day started off with a long boring speech about cycles, hall of learning and "inverters", and yeah a bit of the Ram Sethu controversy thrown in with information about 'floating rocks'. The only thing I'll remember about today is the HEAT. The Goddamn heat!

I moved back into my room, which was made inhabitable thanks to my aunt. Well, on the bright side, there were no dead pigeons in my room.It was fun to see all my friends back and tired from cleaning the room. I heard that the curly haired girl had cobwebs in her hair!Missed that one, as I was lounging in Usha Anty's house eating fish, my last morsels of home food.

We got our Course curriculum, along with another spiral bound book with weird stuff like, No eveteasing, no indiscipline, which is considered by most as a waste of bamboo, like you know, paper.(For the slow ones, paper's made of bamboo, so by wasting paper, you waste bamboo).Guess it's time to get used to living in this dump!

I attacked the McD in Ahmedabad with vengeance,only to figure that the one here is well and truly running! Well, you can make that the story of my life. Will be back with more crap. ciao

Life must go on...............

2009-07-05T22:52:00.001+05:30

Yeah, it has been two years since my life was shattered. Nothing else that happened after that cataclysmic event really matters…Zero, Zilch, and Nada. Things that seemed strange or even absurd back then seem very normal right now. Do I miss the life I had back then? I don’t know, maybe I do deserve this. Hell yes, I miss that life, I miss her. Imagine having no one to share your little secrets with, imagine having no shoulder to cry on, imagine no one to cook fantabulous Brett Lee (Butter) Chicken and Coconut Rice for you. Imagine having a hole in your gut, well, this is a thousand times more horrible. The worst of all is having no one to call ‘Amma’, or as I put it, “Ben”.
Law School, she wanted to see me in one. Yet I feel like here I don’t belong here, like this is not meant to be.
I hate the day it happened, the day the hour and even the minute. Worst of all, the memories that I associate with those days, the pain, the anguish, the sense of being lost. The nightmares I still wake up to some nights, well make that, most nights. When I got my CLAT result, it was like I got a blow on my head. The person with whom I wanted to party, the one whom I wanted to see on my convocation day, well, just not there anymore. That day, when my other friends were happy, were partying for me, I was lost. I was in tears. I was surrounded by people, yet I felt lonely. I was frustrated. I still am. I lost her, in fact we lost her, Daddy and I. I wish I had been the one, and not her.
People say things; they say she’d be watching over me. They say she’s proud of me. I don’t think so. Not after what I did in law school. Never. It would have killed her to know what I did. It would have been her worst nightmare. I let my friends down. She’d have never forgiven me for that. I know I disappointed her. I just do. I hate myself for that. I could kill myself for that. After this, I can never be the daughter she wanted me to be.
She loved white lilies, just like I do. She was intelligent, smart and beautiful. She loved to read a habit which passed onto me. She was fascinated by the Constitution, just like I am. Law never failed to amaze and enthrall her; it does the same to me. She was perfect. She lived her life to the fullest. She loved me more than anything in this whole world. I’ll always love her.
No matter what I do in life, that’s assuming my tiny academically inactive brain lets me do anything, no matter what I achieve, that’s also subject to the conditions of my academically non functioning brain, I will always have no one to tell. No one, absolutely.
I lost my mum. Exactly one year and 10 odd months later, I lost my best friend. The whole in my gut just got bigger. Way bigger. The suddenly got a lot more lonlier.
Here’s a little lyric from a Sugababes song, I thought would be the perfect way to end this post:
“I was dumb, I was wrong
I let you down,
Now I know what I feel about you.
Can we bring yesterday back around?
Now I know what I feel about you.”
I know sounds strange coming from ‘Sugababes’, but it kind of completes the post. Ciao.

:)

2009-05-19T15:31:00.002+05:30

It's holidays. I have been home a long week. It's fun to be back home, to do some soul searching, to find myself. I got a haircut, yeah my hair's really short now! Yup! I wanted to do something radical to my bushy hair! So my hair is like just above my shoulders, sorta like a scifi flick movie heroine! lmao. I am high, after all I am in HIGHderabad!

EXAMS AHOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2009-04-23T23:19:00.002+05:30

The last two three weeks of the semester...you usually find people with long faces, puffy eyes, grown beards, and basically tired, and sleepy. The Xerox section is generally clogged! The lights are on the whole night. People discover the innumerable uses of electric kettles like making soup, making horrible Sun feast Pasta,Coffee, and Maggie. You generally find clusters of people sitting in the Acad Block, or outside the mess, or around the tables in front of Papsa's Shop and the Library. Papsa's sales generally increase during the pre exam and exam period.

I am facing the end terms in less than two weeks.I am not sure what is there and what is not there in the syllabus. So it's exam time guys, and I am packing my bags and running off to my Local Guardian's place. To better food and A/C!!!!!!! Then better time once I get back to HYDERABAD on the 10th of May. I still have a week to go for the end terms, I promise I'll study as much as I can. So people no posts till I get home! It's funny, but in one of my earlier posts last year, I've written something like, If I work hard enough, I may just be writing my posts from inside a Law School! Yeah, now that's possible, I know I can do anything if I really want to. Right now, I really want to give a good end term, and finish off this miserable semester, which has taught me loads, I seriously did, on a high.

So until next time, this is Just Sneha signing off.............oh! btw for all the NLUites who read my blog,Happy end terms! and Happy holidays.

P.S.-Looking forward to the next semester, where we'll be 'SENIORS'. YaY!

The little joys of law school

2009-04-21T08:30:00.002+05:30

1. Waking up at 7 and realizing there's no class and going back to sleep.

2. Eating Janta grilled sandwiches.

3. Seeing the word fish written on the DMD menu.

4. Discovering a Dairy Milk whilst cleaning your room.

5. Typing the last word of a memo.

6. Classes getting cancelled.

7. Rain accompanied with sandstorms.

8. Watching IPL in the mess..

9. Getting the much awaited parcel with muruku, gurjiya, and other awesome things from home.

10. Eating kettle cooked Maggie at 2 in the night..

11. Knowing people read and adore your blog.........

A 'cool' girl and her monstrous 'Cooler'-1

2009-04-20T09:33:00.002+05:30

SATURDAY

This weekend was one of the most free weekends of this semester. It was also one of the most fulfilling. On Friday evening, I was very low, and sad. So Curly Wurly and I decided its high time to get ourselves a Cooler. So, we went to Nai Sarak and 'checked out' what was on offer. Our eyes fell on this 'local body, ISI mark motor and fan". This was our choice no.1. Then it was another auto to B-Road, and saw another shop, and decided the coolers were too huge!

By this time, there were elephants running around in my huge tummy, so Curly Wurly, put our 'mission' on hold and proceeded to her favorite pasta place, and gorged on Cheese Cutlet Sizzler and Death by Chocolate. She got Cheese pasta packed. SO now with tummyfuls of Pasta and ice cream, we went to Nai Sarak and bought the 'local body with ISI marked Motor and Fan", "NLU Standard size, 21" by 21". Two grey monsters.

SUNDAY.

Curly Wurly's frantic phone call wakes me up from my afternoon siesta. "Cooler's coming! I am in the library waiting for viva". The much awaited beauty finally arrived. But they say, things are never easy, no pain without gain, and the like, don't they? Well it so holds true in my case. The grey monster did not fit through my balcony door. Yup. It did not. So the guy said, "ask the carpenter get the door removed, put the cooler in the balcony". I called up NLU Carpenter, and asked him to come, and he said he'd turn up the next day. That fixed, I heaved a supreme sigh of relief. Little did I know my troubles were only beginning!

The cooler was fixed, the fan and the motor worked, or so we thought. I switched it off, paid the auto guy. Then I came back into my room, yes! the monster is 'in' my room and not the balcony, as it's supposed to be! I switched on the cooler, and BAM! nothing happened! NOTHING! The thnig just simply stared right back at me! Then followed what seemed like thousand phone calls, to Curly Wurly's hostelmate, to the Gate, and to the shop, I was told to wait for an hour for the guy to come and fix it up. FIX UP A BRAND NEW COOLER!

Then she walked into my room. My not so near neighbor,she switched on the cooler and happened to touch the body. ELECTRIC SHOCK! More inspections followed, by more 'experts'. This was my not so near neighbor's gyaan:
Hey, I think he gave you a fake piece. What if during August you want to switch off the pump, and 'accidentally' touch the body? Your door will be locked and no one will know." I FREAKED out! Locked my door, and bolted to SN Halls, where Curly Wurly lives!

We checked and double checked and triple checked her cooler. It was fine. I decided to kidnap her for sometime, and took her back to NGH. We were sitting in the library girl's room when, the hostel bell rang and in came the 'cooler guy'. He replaced the cooler's pump! He even touched the runnning cooler to prove that there's nothing to worry about. My heart beat, slowed. I heaved a sigh of relief! Finally. Now the cooler's sitting happily in my room, waiting for the carpenter to put her in the balcony!

I spent last night in my cool cool room, with the monster for company, and watched the Chargers comprehensively beat the Knight Riders! A happy ending to a 'pretty amazing weekend'.

2009-04-19T09:50:00.004+05:30

Here's a post without a name. No, I am not saying there's a prize for guessing the name of this post, like you get for guessing fancy movie names.

This post is dedicated to the single most important guy in my life. He's tall, dark and handsome. He's funny, intelligent, caring, and understanding. He's been there for me all through my life, and I know he'll be there for me till whenever possible. He's given me all the things I can possibly ask for.

We've had crazy times and will have, like the time in Orissa on the beach, when we sat on the sand the whole time munching coconut, and just simply staring at the sea. The other time in the Andamans when we climbed to the top of the light house, and sang "On top of the world", at top of our voices. The midnight shopping spree in Sydney, or the crazy dancing on Ben's birthday in Goa. I can never forget the day, when you, me and thatha sat on the terrace drinking beer (sheepish grin), and watched India comprehensively beat Pakistan. The bike rides, the Sunday morning breakfasts, the long drives, the Kingfisher milds, the Ferraro Roche's, the zillions of lazy Sunday evenings spent shopping for second hand books on Abid's Roads, Oreo's, Bread and peanut butter, the terrace top barbecues, the frantic hunting throughout Hyderabad for Rawa Dosa at 11 in the night, just coz of my uncontrollable fetish to have one, weekend getaways, and just simply lazing around in the house doing nothing. The one you like the most, talking about life.....bah!, and just simply TALKING, sitting on the terrace. Or all times you used watch boring Test matches of Australia religiously, just so you can call me or wake me up when Brett comes on to bowl! The chudwa, the rasam, the shenagapappu tomato chutney, the brinjal-aloo-tomato curry, the chicken, Jamshedpur, and the Softy icecream..lol!

I love you daddy. I love the way you brought me up. I love the freedom, the trust, the knowledge you've bestowed upon me. Whatever good things I am today is because of you. I felt like killing myself when I broke your faith. I will struggle to do better, to be the best human being I can be, just like you always told me to be. I love the way you struggle to keep up the 'chocolateyness' in my life even now, or how you struggle these days to pick up the best clothes or shoes for me! I can never forget the day, last summer when we went buy me a Saree, both of us knowing nothing , nothing can ever replace those days.

You have and will always teach me the most important lessons of life. You guys taught me what love is, what trust is, what family is,what life is, I promise I'll take these and treasure these lessons and many more you'll teach me further on, throughout my life. I could not have done whatever I did till now, without you, and of course, Ben. We'll miss her forever, but will learn from her life, to live life queen life, or in your case, king size!

May the insanity, the drunkenness, the dances, the rasam, the Sasthas, CONTINUE forever and ever,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10 things I want to do in Life..

2009-04-17T17:49:00.001+05:30

Most Hindi movies these days, have this one particular dialogue, where the father asks teh son,"Beta what do u want to do with your life?". The other day, I was watching Dil Chahta Hai, in which the question is posed to Amir Khan. This got me thinking, what do I wanna do with MY LIFE?

I am not really sure, what I'll do 'with' my life, but I know 10 things which I must absolutely do 'in' my life, here's the list.

1. Travel the world. From the highs of the Alps to the deserts of Egypt ,to the vineyards of Europe, to the Downs of Australia, to the clear waters of Cape Town and also the ancient monuments of Peru, go everywhere, see everything. Then come back home and still say India's the best!

2. Never lose touch with the musical part of me.

3. Skydive in the USA and Bungee Jump in New Zealand,go for a Safari in Africa,climb the Harbor Bridge of Sydney and Scuba dive in the Mariana trench.

4. Learn to speak Spanish.

5. Get a Golden Labrador, two Zebra fish, and a cat to live with.

6. Live in a white wooden house facing the sea.

7. Learn to cook , at least, three different cuisines properly.

8. Start schools for impoverished children in all parts of the world, start with D.D. Colony.

9. Read all the novels in the world, written by all possible authors.

10. Find one person, that special someone who is willing to share my crazy life, who doesn't care about my clumsy ways, and will be there for me, come what may.

My life and struggles to get all the things mentioned above will be carefully documented in this blog. All of this is open to debate and scrutiny. :). Oh yeah, there's one more thing, try to be a good lawyer and an even better person. The picture is me eating an ice gola, extremely unhealthy, well at least you know I can do anything....

The innumarable uses of the library

2009-04-14T13:51:00.004+05:30

Ok. I am sitting in the library, and doing what I am not supposed to do. I am here to find sums and mutilate them to such an extent and show them to 'Saab', so he can publish a book, and throw me some marks, which can help me pass. Yes, pass! I knoe, weird assignment to do, say most sensible people, but for more on 'Saab' refer to my one of previous post . Yeah, so I am veering away from what I intended to write. So what do people do in the library, apart from trying to read books, obviously!
Here’s a collection,
1.Surf the net; you’ll catch most people with bored expressions checking photos of ‘cute hot guys’ on face book.

2.Sleep; check out the journal section,

3.Take photos of pink kurtas and matching pens...tch tch, return of the curly haired girl, and welcome a certain bushy haired girl, who loves taking photos anywhere and everywhere,

4.Read Novels. I saw a girl reading a Jeffrey Archer hidden in a thick Constitutional Law book, talk about wanting to read books! :) :)

5.Read Newspapers…

6.Chat, well this can mean actually talking in whispers or IMing the person sitting next to you. (Courtesy: a certain classmate of mine).

7.Talking on the phone, I figured this was actually possible during the course of my weeklong camp in the library, thanks to a broken LAN wire . Provided, you don’t mind slipping under the desk and speaking in hush hush tones.

8.Play games on their laptops…’Face book mind jolt games Zindabad’, says a certain somebody sitting next to me.

9.Speaking of laptops, did you know that the library is the best possible place to exhibit your new and flashy laptop? It has the right people, you should know the right time to come here and ‘work’, and also the placing of you and of course, the laptop is very important. For best results try out the table, right in front of the door].

10.This one’s gotta top the list; it is the best place to check out “cute, decent’boy’ish type” guys. Well, that is again dependant on the timing.

So, this is what generally happens in the NLU library on a given day at a given time. Now people want to sing in the library, yeah they do, that’s what my neighbor’s been saying from the past half a minute. You do get people who work sincerely; here I must take time to mention a specific library addict and a close friend, who missed the library when she went home in the December break. Talk about things to do in a library, or the sayings that the library is only for nerds!

P.S. - The best thing to do in a library, is of course, update your blog sitting next to girl singing, “Haule Haule”.

Asta La vista, baby!

A LANless girl's struggles.......

2009-04-13T18:14:00.002+05:30

I looked everywhere, every nook and every corner of the Acad Block. I did not find him. he kept eluding me for a few days. I waited like a hungry tigress outside the staff room, in a desperate attempt to find him. Today, when I was on my usual vigil, outside the Library I saw him. My heart beat hastened, I legs started to move by themselves. I ran. I followed him till the tuck shop, then I said,"Excuse me bhaiyya! LAN wire kaam nahi kar rahi hain". He took out a small book, wrote 5:15 and showed it to me. "Aapke room number ?" . "207 New Girls Hostel".
Lol. That 'him' was the Internet guy of our Hostel, not some guy i had taken a sudden psyco type liking to. I was driven to the end of my wits end, waiting and hoping for the guy to turn up! I actually did my Constitutional Governance Assignment in the Library, and also my Principles of Management Presentation. Today, finally my LAN's fixed, and I am connected to the net, it feels great to have something to take my mind off things in this horrid week of tests, assignments and all..
There's nothing else to complain about. Nothing for which I have to act like James Bond(James Bondhni?). Atleast for now.

The heights of lawlessness in a so called Law University.

2009-04-10T09:49:00.003+05:30

What did we witness yesterday? just another blatant violation of the article 14. Remember what we were taught in Constitutional Governance, “Equality among Equals”. Damn right. Why is the student not equal to the other person who walked in after him, and was allowed to moot? (No offence to you, other person.) This brings us back to the original question which has been in our minds from a long time, what makes Atul Pandey feel so threatened by us? ‘Three minutes’…it’s hardly anything. Haven’t we seen students walking in about 5 to 10 minutes late, whether they are the first speaker or the last! How many times haven’t we seen teachers waiting for the ‘Counsels’ to appear?

What was the lame and sorry excuse offered? You were the first counsel…oh! Really, what are you, God? How dare you decide what should and what should not be done? It is really ironic that the class is being taught is Contracts, a subject so vital to most of us, by a teacher who does not even major in Law! The lame jokes, the sarcastic remarks in class, or the open threats. It is an openly known fact that he threatened the BA section that he’d cut their marks if they cross him, and he even said nobody would come to know, which is as sad as it may seem, true.

Moving on, has anyone noticed the type of questions he poses in the CREs? “What is the difference between open air and air in a room”? Who does he think he think the Counsel is, Einstein? Today’s incident was just the tip of the iceberg. How many times haven’t we seen him picking on students in class? Ok fine, maybe he knows his stuff, doesn’t he realize he’s teaching a class of humans who have feelings and more importantly a FUTURE?

The result of what happened to him could be disastrous to him. It’s a CRE, which counts for 10% of his total aggregate marks, which is a lot! Think of what can possibly happen to his CG PA, because of this.

Talking about marks, what is the miserly manner in which Pandey marks us? Does he think marks are his money, well thanks a lot; we don’t need any of your money. We need a reasonable teacher, who keeps our interest also in mind, and not kick us out of Court Halls because we are three minutes late.

So here’s a small request-Sign the letter to the student representative. Not because, the whole class is doing it, but because today any of us could have been in the student’s place. And better than that, just for the good friend he is to all of us. I am sure there will be some action taken, till then let’s just hope for the best!

"May this please your honor, or Lordship"

2009-04-08T13:36:00.002+05:30

I am not supposed to be doing this. I am sitting in the library, writing my blog. Call that vehlapan or what? I am back, just as promised when it is humanly possible. Trust me, that last three days, were pretty hectic, two tests and a moot. Now many of my darling readers ( I have over the last few days, figured out, there are actually people who read my random rantings) are non law school students, so the first natural question that might have popped up in your heads should have been, what is a moot?

Now, a moot as defined by god-knows-who is "Moot court is an extracurricular activity at many law schools in which participants take part in simulated court proceedings, usually to include drafting briefs and participating in oral argument. The term derives from Anglo Saxon times, when a moot (gmot or emot) was a gathering of prominent men in a locality to discuss matters of local importance".

A moot as defined by me, after almost two semesters in a Law school is, "Time for us to trade our jeans with the uncomfortable formals, trying to look all important, holding a memo made in one night in our hand, and finally getting screwed by the Judge, who in our case is the 'course teacher'". I can see most law students nodding their heads.

It starts out as a week of torture, the moot problem is released, we are supposed to work on it, try to actually make a full written submission of what our arguments are a day before the actual moot. Trust me that never happens, in our law school most students are often seen in the printing section of the library trying to print a memorial 10 to 20 minutes before the start of their moot.

Once the memo is actually in your hands, you proceed to the Court Hall ( nah just a huge classroom in our case). You start speaking, as the counsel for the plaintiffs or the petitioners, defendants or the respondants, with an opening line like, "May this pleas your honor, ", then your are arguments are generally punctuated with "Obliged your Lordship", "Counsel stands enlightened".

So when you are arguing you try to act all important by stating zillions of already decided cases, arguing with the judge, and all other weird things. You will be lucky if the Jugde does not ask you questions like, "If you sit in a room with open windows, arnt you in open air?", well what can you say...just smile and say, "The cousel pleads ignorance".

My favorite moot till now, was a contracts case on advertisement contracts in cricket tournaments, where I represented the Pakistan Cricket Board. I had loads a fun making the memo, and also while arguing the case.

In fact I had a moot today, which went off pretty well. So, despite all the cribbing I cannot deny one important fact, your Lordship, though I may easily be one of the worst mooters in my class, I still am uncontrollably, irrevocably in love with the fine art of mooting!

THE COUNSEL RESTS THE CASE.
(and thanks the readers for a patient reading)

Mistakes, self analysis, and moving on with life....

2009-04-05T13:40:00.004+05:30

Sometimes in life there comes a time when you have to look at yourself and say, "Hey! What's up? How's it going?". Yeah, these times do not come too often, whenever they do, it's best not to ignore them, they can be the make or break decisions of your life, or rather your life itself. In my case, this revelation was brought upon me by a few very very special people in my life. They made me look at myself and actually say out loud, "Hey! what the hell! what have I done to myself? What's happening to me? Was I always like this?".

This made me think real hard..I thought about a lot of things, things the way they were before, and the way they are now. I was not myself. These days can include the whole of the first semester in College. I know it for sure. When I told my friends back home what I did, or rather when I told my dad what all I did in the space of a few months, he was shocked. He told me he did not believe that I was capable of doing anything of this kind, he was rightly ashamed of me. I let down every principle my family had grounded into me.

I had transformed into a this big huge green monster, this vile creature unworthy of anybody's love or respect. I became what I always thought I should never be. I cannot in anyway justify anything I did. When I actually looked at myself I could not recognize myself. It felt like I was staring at a stranger. An unknown stranger.

I want to change. I am really thankful to all the people for making me look at myself and say, "Hey!". It really helped. Everyone makes mistakes. My mum always said, " Making a mistake, learn from it, and be sure never to repeat it." I am past the making a mistake stage. I am hoping to learn from all the mistakes, all of them I had made last semester, every single one of them. Every mistake has something to teach you, and you can learn a lot from every single small tiny winy mistake you made. After some time I want to be able to look at myself straight, and say,"Hey! I know you......you are me!"

P.S.-This is a really serious blog and I'll be back with some 'bakchodi' as soon as it's humanly possible! :)

'Saab'isms! and the crazy dances!

2009-04-02T20:06:00.002+05:30

Here's a list of a few things we get to hear in a certain class of ours everyday, however they are in saabspeak,so I have also provided the translations in humanspeak so you will not have to undergo the torture imposed on me in the first few weeks of college. Yeah, that was very annoying, considering the complexity of the subject, 'saab' teaches.

"Attanaace"-Well, its saabspeak for attendance.

Before an exam, while distributing the answer sheets,"Take the shit! You got shit? If you dint tell me,I'll give you shit!"- shit is simply sheet

While explaining a sum, "for your convenient"..no explanation needed!

"Solve the sum, both aff".......-Solve both the sums

"This example in portion, this sum in not portion"

"eagg"-egg

"examful"-example

When somebody is trying to explain something to his highness in hindi its,"Espik in englissss"

"egjactly"........you better be able to guess that one!

"propose of"-it's the purpose of

"deparching"- Well, it's simply departing

This is what we got to hear at the end of class today, " Khatam hone wala time hai." Maybe he wanted to say ,"time khatam hone wala hain"....

Till now, I have held my breath and saved the best for the last,

"I am the examinasion"

I guess he wants to say, that he's a part of the Examination Committee.All the above quoted lines are 90% of the time accompanied by what is popularly known as the "Saab"dance! Yeah, he swings and shakes every part of his disgusting body, and he gets all excited and carried away, and thinks the class laughs at his sad jokes, when we are actually laughing at his poor attempts at being funny!

I,me, myself-2

2009-03-31T16:16:00.002+05:30

So, I am back! just as I promised I would be..rotfl! Hmm..I really don't like using sms lingo on the blog but, what the hell? I'll use it just the same! This blog is also filled with some more nauseating self elevation.

What is my favorite chocolate snack: Chocopie..the one I eat in the tuck shop everyday without fail, also making sure I ask him everyday why is it worth Rs.15 in the College when it's worth Rs.10 outside..

What kind of a will will I or rather did already make? : An unprivileged will (sob.sob. well, I should be happy that it's not an underprivileged will.) thanks to a certain 'boy' of my class..unhappy realisation.

How will I die? : Will be murdered by an axe murderer...or rather any of my professors, considering the amount of work they so lovingly bestow upon us!

Will I go to heaven or hell? : Hmm...........for once I am clueless!

That's all folks will go sleep now. Will drown the sorrow of a bad math paper in my sleep.

Will have to wake up and slog for another test...........till then I ' ll keep wondering about the heaven or hell thingy...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................*(that was me thinking, funny or what???????).

I, me myself

2009-03-29T21:09:00.001+05:30

Ok. Now it’s time for some nauseating self elevation.

What I was called when I was born: Nothing. Duh! Aren’t we all?

What my parents named me: Sneha Sindhu. Hmm…I really don’t know about the Sindhu part….

What I named myself: Sneha Lee..Yeah a much better substitute for Sindhu

What my friends named me: G, GSS, Nemo, The G, and the like…

My favorite color: Blue any shade, light, and dark, royal, navy…

The color of my heart: Purple? Thanks Facebook

What shoes I am: Belles..ok that’s kinda nice…and that’s what facebook told me

What animal I am: a dog..facebook again

What legendary animal I am: The Unicorn.. nice!

What famous movie couple I am : Jack and Rose…hmmm, interesting

What city I must live in: Seattle..Yeah right, I dunno man, but for the next five years I am stuck in Jodhpur

What food I am: Chocolate mousse..yum!

What sport I am? : Football..yeah baby, the beautiful game rocks!

What music I am? : That’s easy rock to a certain extent, and classical

What instrument I am?: I am the veena..Thanks Ammamma :)

My favorite song: When you say nothing at all by Ronan Keating

My favorite flavor: Chocolate

My favorite fruit: Apple and Strawberry

Hey, I ‘ll be back with some more nauseating as soon as possible……………until then I shall go find some unfinished business, which as you all might be aware is not hard to find in this place! lmao.

Of a curly haired girl and my days in a desert........

2009-03-28T21:24:00.005+05:30

I know. I am back after a long hiatus. I am back on the request of a curly haired girl who lives on the third floor (actually second) of SN Halls of the National Law University. She claims to have chanced upon my blog while she was "googling" my name. Now, you might wonder (this considering there are ppl who actually read my random rantings) .. does a girl who studies in a University like this..actually get time to sit in front of the Computer and google a random person's name???? Well welcome to the reality of Law Schools in India.

There's always work to do, and it's just that no one's ready to do it. Let's take me as an example..a second semester girl. I have a test on Harper Lee's TO KILL A MOCKING BIRD on Monday, a test on Quantitative Techniques on Tuesday, and no prizes for guessing, another godforsaken test on Wednesday!!!!!!!! If I was any place else, or lets just say If i had been home, I would have definitely been studying! No what am I doing here? I am sitting and updating a blog which I have not touched since eternity.

Now, the time has come for the submission of the CLAT forms, yeah the test I had written to come to this place. People call me these days, for obvious reasons, people who i thought had been wiped off the face of this earth call and ask me about the exam ? here's a selection:

How's the College?
to them- It's really good. It's a National University na?

to myself- Ok. What am I saying? Get a grip girl!!!

How's the food?
to them- Oh! the food tasty, you actually get South Indian food, it tastes really delicious. The mess has Veg and Non-veg everyday, and you can buy whatever you want. There's even stuff like Kababs and chicken everyday!

to myself- Who am I kidding? Paneer is served in different colors and is called different things. All the chicken tastes the same!

This one must, should and will the first place,

How's the faculty?
to them- Lovely, very knowledgeable...fully cooperative.

to myself-....................................................................................

Well atleast the parents think it's a good college.

After coming here, there has been a lot of change in my language. It has been influenced a lot of Hindi. My English has surprisingly transformed into NLUish. I say a lot of things like 'vehla', which happens to be by the way, the right word to describe the situation of the curly haired girl. Well actually it's 'vehlaapan'. All that I have typed till now can be classified as 'bakchodi', I am using this word much to the displeasure of the curly haired girl. Oh! I almost forgot another word which can be used to describe anything is "Saastha". The plethora of abuses which have been added onto my already full arsenal is countless!

I came here with a wish to make a change to the world. TO make the world a better place...what was I thinking? Was I hallucinating???????

All hasn't changed, I still inspired the curly haired girl to start her own blog...........................................................................................

As the days pass by....

2008-08-28T16:00:00.000+05:30

I know its been a really long time. I wasn't getting the motivation to sit on my laptop and write. Things here are amazing. I am really liking the college. I made awesome friends. There have been a few 'firsts'. Like the the first time I ever slept in a class(sitting in the first row), or the time I slept like a baby in a guest lecture, or the time I and not someone else did my assignment. I am getting to interact with people from all over India. The family feeling is finally rising. And yeah, speaking of families, I also found a few Gunners fans here!!!!!!!!!!!!
Seen a few films, seen Bachna e Haseeno in a dump of a theatre, got used to sitting in backbreaking autos. All this is pretty much getting into my system. We go for long walks in the campus and 'see' a lot of 'things'.
I sometimes feel really protected, but sometimes feel really cut-off from the real world. On one of those really 'cut of from the world' days, I logged onto www.cricinfo.com. Was browsing through the usual things when something caught my eye..
BRETT LEE TO MISS BANGLADESH SERIES DUE TO 'FAMILY' PROBLEMS
My hands unconsiously cliccked on it and I came to know of the bad news. I did not expect it. It was really so sudden. I mean, wow ,this is incredible. Then when I actually thought about it the split seemed inevitable. Liz did not seem like a person who would be comfortable with sitting at home and making babies! Aww..come on, which modern young liberated woman would? I am not talking about WAGS. Libby tried her best to be a dutiful W.A.G., and she did not fail. Maybe she was just sick and tired of being the medieval wife. All the reports I have read till now have all been in Brett's favor abt him being the family man, the doting dad, and the rest.
NO one no one cared to write anything form Liz's point of view. She deserves a chance. her side of the story needs to be told. The reasons why she did what she did need to be appreciated. It was her life and she I am sure made a decision after thinking about it. I am sure no amount of money and no amount of anything can replace the husbandly feeling. This can be a lesson to all the other W.A.G.s to come out of their frustrated, barbie doll showcase life. What Liz did can be an example to the other wifes, who are sick of sitting at home or running around the world. Libby set an example, it needs to be follwed. Yeah Liz you rock!!!!!!!!!
Brett still is my fav player, I am sad for him, but this post just poured out of my heart. I hope this awakens all the wifes, girlfrends, who feel ignored and neglected to take the next step. Only in extraordinary, rarest of the rare cases.

The aftermath.......

2008-07-04T13:26:00.002+05:30

The days have passed quickly...The date of my leaving is staring me in the face. I am a little tensed, but very excited! I have waited for this all my life. As the days pass by after the results there were a large number of people poring into my house. People with happy faces and lovely gifts. So I thought I'd list out all presents just so I could cherish them later. I will try to make the list as short as possible! So, all sweet boxes and chocolates are not being counted.

Flower bouquets
Handbag
Hyderbadi Biryani
Mangalgiri Dress Material(nice!)
Sony Ericsson w580i(yeah the Hrithik Roshan 'Shake it baby thing')
New Lenovo Laptop
Scented Candles
College bag
Junk Jewellry
Wallet
J'adore Dior Perfume
Well, I think I have covered almost everything! I musta put on a thousand kgs with all the chocolates I've been hogging. I got used to sleeping for a trillion hours a day. I wake up in the afternoon have lunch then I usually go shopping or go out with friends..I've strangely turned into the laziest girl on earth!
Come the 14th of July all this will have to change! I am sure I can change for the better. So right now its all ahoy...National Law University!!!!!!!!!!!1

National Law University

2008-06-03T12:16:00.003+05:30

So...the suspense is finished. After all the slogging I find myself in National Law University, Jodhpur. Yeah, the name sounds royal, innit? The last two months I was working sincerely. There was no internet at home and no chance of me updating this little space.It feels like I am on the top of the world. The world around me is suddenly looking a lot rosier. Trust me, it is. I am finally on my way to becoming a Lawyer, yeah just in another 5 years. Don't worry, I will be updating my blog as regularly as possible, on my new Lappie! yeah, a brand new lappie!
Well, the idea of going to such an amazing university scares me. Do I know anything? Will I be ragged(lite..actually)? Will I be able to adjust? Can I do my own laundry? Am I capable enough to take care of myself???
Well, I guess these questions can wait, can't they? *I will figure out when time comes!!!!!! Until then cya....

Julia-Well Tanned..

2008-03-24T21:32:00.004+05:30

Yup! that's my pirate name. So? Why am I telling you all this? Hmm.......Julia-The Well Tanned. Tanned? I thought I was a dusky beauty(lol!)...What am I getting at? Trust me, I really don't know...The recent floods in Hyderabad have washed away my non-existent brains. I guess the lack of intellect in a person does show from time to time..
The other day I took a quiz in some lousy website.
It was called the Harry Potter quiz.
Well, it told me which Harry Potter Character I was...
So, here's the quiz:

1) What's your favorite color?
Blue

2) Do you have long hair?
No

3) Do you like pets?
Yes

4) Are you popular among the opposite sex?
I really don't know

5) Do you have a crush on somebody famous?
Yeah.

6) Who are more important to you, boys or books?
Books!

7) What would your ideal evening be?
Playing football.

8) In school you were more into..
Sports..

9) Your favorite pets?
Cats and Dogs.

After all this bull crap, I had to press 'ENTER'
Lo and Behold!
The Result:
Ginerva Weasley!
What a humungous amount of nonsense!

2008-03-22T09:29:00.002+05:30

Unkept promises have become a part of my dreary life, so no apologies about not updating my blog. My exams were pretty good. Much better than I thought they would be. And the most suprising part of it all.....the building stood the test of time. And the silly men in tights stopped staring at my writing.
After the exams there were parties, a few tears were shed, but I guess I got used to all this by now. Leaving old friends behind, and making new ones has become a part of my life. My law classes have started, with new people in them. As for the classes they are more interesting than ever. It was good to catch up with my 'old friends'.
So I am back again to doing what I love. Yeah, documenting my silly thoughts on insignificant matters. I realised one blog wasn't going to be enough for this..so I started another blog.

www.wonkywillow.blogspot.com
This piece of the internet is where I plan to post all my thoughts about the willow game.

Finally, after months of waiting, the month of March has finally arrived. I have to seriously think about my life and what it's going to be in the next few weeks, yeah till the big CLAT exam on the 11th of May. The applications have been sent. Speedposted at eight in the night, from a crowded General Post Office, on a tense Monday(which, was supposedly a very good day).
I guess there's only one thing left for me to do..well, yeah. I better start studying.
Here's what I plan to do in the next two months:
1)Study.

2)Make the best of the little time I have, and get into a Law School, either by hook or by crook.

Well, that's really what I have to do. SO my posts will become even more irregular. But then again, I don't keep promises.........

BLOOD BATH AT UPPAL CROSSROADS

2008-03-10T21:23:00.003+05:30

Heya people.......Today, I can proudly say that I had written my funniest board paper ever! I never knew that one report which I had to write could change the face of my English paper. The paper was good by the way...
So, there was a question in the paper.

Write a report on a road accident....

hmm...my mind lit up with ideas, after a long time my head was brimming with ideas! I wanted to have the satisfaction of killing Frankie, well, atleast on paper..I was floating away into dreams when suddenly a sharp,'1 1/2 hours left!', brought me back with a thud! I decided against the Frankie murder idea!But here's what I came up with!

BLOOD BATH AT UPPAL CROSSROADS

Hyderabad,March12:Uppal Crossroads witnessed on Wednesday night, what can easily be called the most gruesome of accidents in the recent past. In a bizzare event, two trucks, both way over the speed limit hit each other. Both the drivers lost their lives on the spot. A later report revealed that both drivers were heavily intoxicated. One of the drivers was identified as M.Rama Murthy, a resident of Patan Cheruvu, while the other was identified was J. Mudaliar, a driver from the state on Tamil Nadu. Police are investigating the matter. A case had been opened.

This is exactly what I had written in my paper, I hope the examiner likes it! Nothing much happened today.

Have Math-A and Math-B next, so my next post is going to come up only on Friday..until then, it's Good Bye from me!!

P.S.-For people who are unaware, Uppal is where my College in located!

Boards, Medals, and Baboons............

2008-03-07T17:46:00.004+05:30

Guys, my boards have began ...ahh... late night revisions and yeah, eating your favorite stuff whenever you want, long phone calls that start with asking doubts , but ultimately end in discussions about, well, the latest episode of American Idol.(lol!). So, I finished my French exam today, the papier was tres bien, ok, I am still recovering from the after effects of that paper..
When I came back home I kinda realised how much I am missing my blog..So, cher amis , I decided to chronicle each and everyday of my exams in my blog! I must say, I did have quite an experience today.
Here goes my first day...
I woke up at 4:15...yawn..then revised French verbs and their conjugation..I was very happy to realise that this would be my last time learning those miserable verbs! Yeah come on, it does get pretty bugging if you have to write stuff like this a billion times, here's an example:
Je suis
Tu es
Il est
Elle est
Nous sommes
Vous etes
Ils sont
Elles sont...
I don't have the patience to tell you the translation..
So, then I got ready by 7, and reached Vignan Junior College by 7:30am. The first sight of the dilapidated building shocked me! I began to wonder if the building would survive the 13 days we have our exams..It was in a state of ultimate despair. There was renovation work everywhere. Now, the College itself was on the third floor. The only floof which was not in shambles.
After a herculean effort to find our rooms and those last minute 'All the best's Sam and I parted ways. I slowly made my way into class room 1-A. It looked morose, like it was not happy to be our 'host' for the exams, well never mind.
Exactly at 7:50, our invigilators came in. I am still wondering how men, aged between , let's say in their late twenties manage to move around in tight crotch hugging pants. Yeah, that's what we got for invigilators..a couple of weird baboons!
I finally started writing my paper at five minutes past 8. I breezed through the translations , and the comprehension. I was thinking my way out of the question and answers when it happened. It always happens during public exams. It happened to me in the ICSE, first year was no different....why should this year be any special?
Okey guys, I am leftie. So what? I am not a leper am I?
So, when I was writing the answer, one of the baboons comes and starts looking at my paper, I don't think that he even understood one bit of what I had written. He was busy staring at my writing..Now, how are you supposed to write, if a man in a crotch hugging pant and a chest bearing shirt (ala a Salman Khan, well , now even Shahrukh and also Amir is also not lagging behind), and also giving off an unbearable odour is leaning over you????????? Ohk, I waited for two minutes, the stench was too much! I turn sharply to him..and my eyes say,'Buzz off, stinky!' I think he got the message....so he walks off, and starts chatting with the other baboon, or maybe they are gay..they could not get their hands off each other..yuck!!!!!!!
I finish my paper at 9:45 am..then spent a whole hour thinking of well, nothing, watching the baboons, and their miserable attempts to flirt with middle aged lady invigilators, I finally hand in my paper at a half past ten, and made my way home with Sam.
She had done her paper well too.....
English on Monday, so cya guys then!
I would also like to wish the Indians on my behalf! They were awesome..their victory was well deserved...I don't think I am gonna say anything more...and yeah, Congrats Brett for bagging the Allan Border Medal...And finally I am gonna miss you Gilly!!!!!!!!!!!!!
P.S. Get well soon Eduardo!!!

अलविदा..गिल्ली..

2008-02-16T12:55:00.019+05:30

I take a break from my self induced stay way time from my blog to post this very emotional post on Eric Gilchurch a.k.a Adam Gilchrist..yeah, the greatest ever wicketkeeper batsmen. My fingers are trembling...my eyes are still wet from yesterday's tears of happiness..I am going to miss you loads Gilly! Cricket's not going to be the same without you mate..
So, here's a photo tribute to Gilly's last game on his home ground..what a spectacle it was!!!!!!
Walking out to bat....for the last time in the WACA....

A Gilly special.......

50!

A brilliant 100....

Gilly exuberant after his much awaited 100.........16th in ODIs...

Walking out of the ground for the last time......sob!

Thanks for all the you've given us.....We all will miss you...

Byee Gilly Miss you..............I can never forget you Gilly.....

2008-02-15T20:36:00.003+05:30

International Cricket is going through a difficult phase..yeah, with all the boohoo that's been raised about the stress related sabbaticals, the Australian dilemma over the IPL, and the number of players seen retiring from their national team, to join the IPL. Now what exactly is the IPL? Well, do I really have to explain? I am sure there isn't single soul who does not know it..I'd like to think of it as Corporate India's meddling with the game..This has seriously disturbed the equilibrium that had existed within the game, the spirit of bonhomie among the nations.
I don't know what's happening to the cricketers, why are they so caught up with the IPL? I can't understand the need for such money..Why are they behaving like this? What don't they have? And cricketers like Fleming, Rafique, why are they quitting? Fleming? I thought he was one of the very few sensible people in world cricket! I can't believe he's doing this for money..
I am not too sure what this league is going to do to world cricket..We've seen the Indian Cricket League, the brain child of the ZEE Group. I didn't find it that intresting, and I don't think it was a success. I actually managed to catch a few matches and seriously, they bored me to death...yeah, they did.
And think of the poor fans who watch the game? Can they adjust? After years of supporting the Men-in-Blue, in all faithfulness, can they change loyalties as often as the league demands them too? Can a kid who idolised Sachin all through his life , hope and pray that he gets out quick, the next day? And can the kid shift back to supporting Sachin , the next time he dons India colours???????Well, I am leaving it for you guys to decide...
I am just waiting and hoping that Brett joins the league...well, I can't wait to see him again.....lol!
Now, coming to Tait and his problems..when I first saw Tait, I thought he was an ok type bowler, and yeah, he looks kinda cute too. No, he didn't sweep me off my feet when I first saw him bowl....naa, infact I thought he was extreeemly erratic. And I finally thought he was coming together during the WC in the Windies...well, after that he gets injured, and is back to square one, during the Test Series against India..then..he blows the bomb! Right after the series...I am not sure why he took the decision.
Lou Vincent? What's gotten into him? Marcus Treascothick..it all started with him...Or maybe, they are all right..playing international cricket is a stressful thing to do..players have to often cope with hectic schedules, busy plane trips, long days away from home( think of Steve Harmison, his quality of bowling is directly proportional to his distance from home..isn't it?), and other such things..
I thought it was awfully brave of these cricketers to have come out with their problems, and most of all to admit they have problems..
And I wish Shaun Tait comes back as soon as possible. When he comes back I am sure his team mates will take him under their wing, and we'll definetly see improvements!
I guess that's all for this post..and I shall not be posting anything till my boards are done..
Well, see you all on March the 19th(hopefully...If I am still breathing then..that is....).

2008-02-13T21:00:00.005+05:30

Tomorrow's Valentine's Day..so what?
Well, I guess that's not the answer you'll get when you ask the pub hopping teens and twenty somethings that frequent malls, McDonald's,KFC's,Pizza places and the like ,in most Indian metros these days.I don't see anything special about this 'Day'. The sun will still rise in the East and sink in the West. This just happens to be one of the myriad 'Days' we have aped from the West, like Mother's Day, Father's Day, Rose Day,and the like...I mean, don't we already have loads of Indian festivals to celebrate? Isn't every festival a celebration of love, happiness, wealth and prosperity?
What is the uniqueness of this day? I mean, if you happen to love a person, can't you express it everyday? Why do we need this one day? Why can't we celebrate love on the remaining 364/365 days of a year? Do we really need a 'day' to tell a person how much we love him/her?
So, on Feb.14th every year we see Television filled with 'love'. News channels go around capturing incredible stories of 'love'.Actors, Politicians, sportspeople are caught and brought before the camera, and are forced to answer 'silly questions'. Young people are quizzed about their 'feelings' for their 'loved ones'..
And the most irritating part..if you happen to be in a gift shop on this day..you will literally be covered with 'showers of love'..yeah..it's just me talking about the tons of confetti that's wasted every year..And by the end of the day..you will be sick of the color, Pink.
So, who finally gains on Valentine's Day..no prizes for guessing the answer.
People are made to waste loads of money on stuff like Greeting Cards, silly bunches of red roses, heart-shaped chocolates, pink candy,and all other nonsense in the form of gifts! This is unnerving!
If you happen to be single on Valentine's day, well, God Save You. You are looked down upon, and immediately shunned. You attract looks. You become the 'object of absolute scorn'. You are treated like you are currently infected with AIDS/Herpes/Scabies/Rabies and the like..
Well, tomorrow, is the Day! I am not asking you to stop loving your special someone, I am just asking you to think if it's really wasting so much time/money/efforts for just the one day...Tell your loved one how much you love her/him whenever you can,show them your feelings, let them know how much you love them throughout your life, let them know that you care.Love is timeless, priceless, don't dedicate just 1 day out of the 365 days in a year to it..Everyday is special, make everyday Valentine's Day!

हैदराबादी एस्लंग!

2008-02-10T19:53:00.000+05:30

'Lite, you take..'

'Lite re...'

'Bap, what's your problem?'

'Bap, lite you take..'

'Antha scene ledu, lite theesko!'

'Nee face..'

'Nee bondha!'

'Aree..thotti raa rey..'

'Thokkalo!'

'Laagichhukoni kodithey....'

'Naa koduku...'

'Abboo....'

'Nee Bathuku.....'

'Useless!!'

'Janaalu.....'

'Eeshestha!'

'Baadkhow!'

'Rey...'

And the winner...
'Thotti! Po ra po..Badkhow yedava!'

2008-02-04T17:02:00.000+05:30

Hey...I just came back from College. I had gone to get my Pre-Final marks..I can say they were alright, except for the fact that I blew up my Math-B Paper. I had been to College after a long time...once there ,I kinda realised that this might be one of my last few days in College. You often find me cribbing about my Princi, the teachers, the irritable friends I made there..or those never ending classes....
This got me thinking...the College was not really that bad. I mean, ok, it wasn't a bit like school, but still. I am not sure whether I am happy or sad that, in less than two months I would be leaving this dump! The College has taught me a few things..
I remember the first time I walked(or rather, had been driven in), by mum. The College looked intimidating..I wasn't sure if I'd fit in. Yeah..I did feel that way! Then came my 'interview' with James. It was funny. So I assumed that the College would also be like Brother James! Then followed a first year with Franky. I was on a high after the first year. In the first year I also got to see the Homo Gradiens (species of human beings who would to anything to get good grades!).
Second year has totally brought me down to earth!
It helped me realise how the world is..and who my true friends really are..I learnt many lessons in the second year.
So..I don't really know..I might actually miss LFJC. But what I really will miss are my friends who have stuck by me...supported me through times good and bad. My Sam, my Sarah, my Antara, my Namita, my Sharon,my Swati,my Bhargavi, my Surbhi, my Anjana, my Geeta , my Mamtha, my Mahati,my Tripthi, my Sirisha, my Shilpa, my Prerna, and finally the one whom I am gonna seriously miss , my Monica..I 've finally realised what a nice friend she is..always helpful and kind..always bringing new songs on her phone..
So...I guess that's all for this post!!!!!

2008-02-02T10:40:00.001+05:30

Yesterday, I watched 'Taare Zameen Par'. It was an enthralling movie..the movie deserves all the honours that have been bestowed upon it. The thing is...this movie really made me think.....no, not about dyslexia, but about our lives in general. The movie only focussed about a boy with dyslexia. His condition is faced by a fraction of the children in India. I am talking about the pressure children face..oh yeah, they face loads of it.
Yeah...become an Engineer, or a Doctor..or do Management..and if the child wants to do something else..like let's say, become a journalist, the child is automatically categorised as, 'USELESS'. Why? Is it because you don't draw a large salary right from the minute you become a Journalist???
The minute the child enters say, 7th class..he is sent to IIT Foundation classes. Now, as most of us know, the IIT-JEE is taken only after the 12th class! I mean, do you really need 5 years of training for one entrance? Come on....No wonder the suicide rate in India reached an all time high in the last decade.
Children are not given a chance to express their views. They have to do what they are told. If there are any signs of protest the excuse given is, 'The world out there is very competitive!' So?
It's irritating to see kids not even 10 years old carry bags heavier than themselves, walk to school at about 6 am. These kids are being prepared to face the world! Come on, what rubbish is this? The worst part is..despite all this these kids do not know anything that's happening around them. They don't know basic stuff like the President of India, or for that matter, the Chief Minister of their state!
This state of affairs is sad. I can only find the parents responsible for this..I always think most parents rub their dreams on their children! This is not fair! The children are not their parents! They are seperate individuals, with a right to their own life! They should be allowed to have their own dreams , own aspirations!
Now, who gains from all this? It's only the numerous Corporate educational institutions. They charge an exhorbitant fee. They make the parents sign a contract allowing the institute to beat(torture) children..
I don't know what's happening? I hope this changes for the better..till then, it's a big bye from me to all you people!!!!!!!

2008-01-26T17:40:00.000+05:30

Ok...hey people..Iam really sorry fot not being able to update as often as I would have liked to. As I've already told you, Iam being steamrolled by exams.
Now...Iam not really sure about what Iam going to put in this post...Maria 'awww!' Sharapova has just won her third Grand Slam(Aussie Open)(Yawn!), India is standing upto the Aussie challenge in Adelaide..and also Novak Djokovic is taking on Jo-Wilfred Tsonga in the Aussie Open Men's Final Tomorrow...What? where's the f-word gone? I mean, where's Federer? long time since we've seen a final without Fedex!
I really think Djokovic deserves a place in the final..he showed an enormous amount of grit. He does have the markings of a great player..well, I guess he already qualifies as one! A few years ago, the tennis world had witnessed the Russian Revolution...now's the time for the Serbian Revoulution..yeah!
Novak Djokovic
Ana Ivanovic
Jelena Jankovich...all top ten players...all have been playing incredibly well from the past two years...Djokovic and Ivanovic have made two slam finals already, and if Djokovic wins tomorow, Lo! and Behold! Serbia's first singles Slam winner!
He's a funny guy...maybe, maybe, finally, as I've read in The Hindu, the prince behind the jester's mask is finally showing us his true colours..he took me by storm during this Aussie Open.
Okey so, All the best Novak!
I am really happy that the Indian cricket team has finally won a test in Aus! It was a great match! The Aussies looked hopeless..it was India all the way!!!!!!!!!!

2008-01-17T10:21:00.000+05:30

Hey guys..I finally made time to write something on my blog..Yeah, you know this is Jan and is a very hectic time for student all over India! Yupps..Tests, tests and more of those coming your way. It's very frustrating for people like me who are into last minute studies! As If this weren't enough, I 've got exams in my Law Class also!
I wonder who invented these exams! They are such a pain..
I have officially stopped going to College..It's been a long time since I went.
Anyway, that's not what I wanted to write about today. There's a lot going on in the Cricket world..Yeah..the old serpent, racism , has raised its ugly head again. Or sop they say..I seriously do not think Bhajji called Symmo a 'Monkey'. I think it was more like 'Maa ki....'..ohk think I really don't need to explain....
What the bloody hell went on? All the stupid drama before the Perth test and all..Captains in peace talks, Indian team withdraws its complaints on Hogg.And yeah pre-tournament agreements? Is this cricket, or what? Oh! hell..what did they think? that the Aussies are gonna reciprocate their 'gentlemanly' gesture? Oh..Get a grip..They are Aussies, not Gandhians..They played the whole game to their advantage, no Bhajji...to torment them..Were the Indians sleping?
Yes, I totally agree that the Aussies go all out to win. They have to realise several of their actions may disgust people round the Globe! This time I do agree that in the Sydney test..Brett Lee, too was a bit outta control. He was into a lot of 'gamesmanship', as he calls it or rather, a lot of sledging as I call it!
I am not even gonna touch the topic of umpiring in that test...It could have been a thriller, it could have been a 'ripper', it could have been one of the greatest Tests ever played, if it was'nt that the odds were laid soo heavily against one side!!!!!!
So, now in Perth the score card reads:
India 330
Australia 43/4 (14.3 ov)
That's all from moi, catcha ppl l8r!!!!!!!lol!!!

Sneha's World

So we're Grown ups now, is it?

Lessons learnt in a Luckless Delhi Day

Blessings are Counted!

Some posts do not need a title.

Happy Independence Day

Die Pigeon, DIE!

I believe in Music

The truth about being Gay

M.E.T.R.O

Dumplings from heaven!

May angels lead you in

What's on Your Mind? by Anonymous

R-OH (We all know what it is!)

The "Bhai" Phenomena

What all do WE care about?

A general update on how things are!

SHEELAISM by SAINT BUSHY HAIR!

Technologically challenged!!

Cadby's ( I don't remember how it's spelt!)

Pritha Chatterjee!!!!! (Isn't that enough?)

"Guess what?"

Dunno what to call it.

Bad Hair Day. Everyday.

Twenty Ten. and Eleven.

Writer's Block. I think. and I miss College.

It happens during End Sems also.

Girl 1 :PGirl 2: Go Study Exam Tommorow..Girl 1: Don't Feel like..Girl 2: :')Girl 1: WTF is :')?Girl 2: An emoticonGirl 1: Oh thats an emotional typo!

Blah.Blah.Blah. and more BLAHness!

Kerala Fast Food Centre

Long time, no Sastaas....

20.

19.

B.I.N

Happy.Satisfied.Content.

Restaurant Review: Shivam Rooftop Restaurant

LIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!

Been there Seen that : Aisha

Mid-(College) Life Crisis and THE RAT!

HIGH!

Mumma.

It's rainin' Kasab, Hallelujah!

CLICK>REVIEW>DELETE/UPLOAD>LIKE>COMMENT

And the award for the lamest class in the university goes to........................

Of getting mugged and jokes in moots

Of Swaras, Ragas, and so much more

10 Best things that happenned to me in NLU

A Postcard from Zanzibar

Lameness around us!

Names...

It's Contagious, this Football Fever!

What a night!

Lights, Camera, Action! (FUTSAL FRENZY!)

The new kid on the block!

NonVegetarian Vampires, anyone?

Confessions (Sigh!) of a Serial blogger

Super Mario the "FM GUY"

Of all things Winter in Jodhpur, VSFC, and life in general

Birthday, Dogs and Michael Crichton

'Apparently'

'Apparently'

Contracts??? I have my doubts!

"Less is more"

Sex or Gender?

Muksastaa..........

Life...................(Article 21 of the Indian Constitution, Keshavananda Bharti v State of Kerala)

Sastas in the rain.........

Sasthaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!

Back to the desert.

Life must go on...............

:)

EXAMS AHOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The little joys of law school

A 'cool' girl and her monstrous 'Cooler'-1

10 things I want to do in Life..

The innumarable uses of the library

A LANless girl's struggles.......

The heights of lawlessness in a so called Law University.

"May this please your honor, or Lordship"

Mistakes, self analysis, and moving on with life....

Girl 1 :P
Girl 2: Go Study Exam Tommorow..Girl 1: Don't Feel like..
Girl 2: :')
Girl 1: WTF is :')?
Girl 2: An emoticon
Girl 1: Oh thats an emotional typo!