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!!!!
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Of Swaras, Ragas, and so much more
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.
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.
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
10 Best things that happenned to me in NLU
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!
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!
Tuesday, 23 February 2010
A Postcard from Zanzibar
Sunday morning dawned lazily upon me, I had no work, nothing to do, so I realised I should clean up my room. So I decided to start with washing clothes, and in three trips to the washing machine, I had a few clean clothes, I guess enough to get me through three weeks of college. I was thinking about breakfast when somebody knoocked on my door, I open it. It was the matro, she handed me a nice little postcard. It was one of those picture postcards you get when you go to a new place, yes it was. Puzzled, I asked her if she'd come to the right door..She asked me if I was G Sneha Sindhu. Well, all the other deliveries I got till then were parcels of books/clothes/food from home, I would have known they were coming the minute they left Hyderabad.
Well, I took the card from her, and excitedly flipped it over, and yes, it was for me! It was a lovely postcard from Zanzibar sent by my long lost friend, Nikita. I was overjoyed, and I teared. Yes, I did. I was soo overwhelmed, by the little card. The little card came as a beacon of hope reminding me of the fact that there are people who still love me after everything I did. Suddenly, it was like I shedded that nasty amount of guilt I was carrying around from almost this time last year. I felt free, I really did. I felt, for that one full second that in this world anything's possible.
That day I realised, well , simply that somethings in life are way more important than others, and it's very important that you get your priority list right. Things happen to people, and you have to learn to face them and deal with them. It's also very vital that in life you must always play by your own rules, or as it was the Bushy haired girls gtalk tagline a few days ago, Live Life by your Own Terms. Well, the one year I chose not do that, to be someone else, to 'improve' myself, well, I fell into a ditch soo deep it took me a year and a post card from my friend to get myself out of it. Well, another way to look at it is..maybe I had to take the fall to remind me how far I'd gotten from myself.
I was soo happy, I pinned that card to my softboard, it's the place where I pin up little things from days/places I really want to remember. I put the card right on top, because that's where it belongs, atop everything that happened to me in NLU. Finally, after almost a year, I forgave myself. Peace.
P.S. Love you Niki, and also all the people who were there for me in the last one year...you know who you are :D.
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.
Sunday, 21 February 2010
Lameness around us!
This post is dedicated to the lame jokes we hear in NLU, its' everywhere this sastaap, in class, amongst friends, I mean it, everywhere.
One day in a heated debate in a moot,
Sunshine- Your Ladyship, when the husband comes home from work everyday he deserves something...................
(Ladyship looks disturbed, and the class explodes...)
Sunshine- some ...............homely treatment........
Oneday in a boring class,
Addicted to Self- Arjun is Concentrate (Mital looks like he got a heart spasm)
Sunshine - No sir, he's dilute
In King's Pavillion
Vishnu- Hey split, the chicken man.....
Captain Fantastic - No man Banana split it...
In another of Addicted to Self's classes, during attendance..
"Arjun..Arjun Rao...ek Mahabharat mein do Arjun kaise ho sakthey hain?"
During a football match
Random people- They can't do shit man! They can't do shit!
Captain Fantastic- They can't shit man, they can't shit!
Oneday Kant was walking past a little VSFC group meeting, and we needed him to win the next day...like badly
Captain Fantastic- My name is Kant............
TBITRS- I am footballer!
Hence with the above submissions, I rest my case!!
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!!
Monday, 8 February 2010
Names...
Here’s a very old joke adapted to suit the needs of my sight headed class mates…
SNC and James Bond were seated next to each other , Mr.Bond with a Martini (Shaken not stirred) in hand, without an inkling of what he’s getting himself into says,
Bond- Hello, I am Bond, James Bond...and you are...
SNC- Sastry
Chidambara Sastry
Sai Chidambara Sastry
Naga Sai Chidambara Sastry
Sarva Naga Sai Chidambara Sastry..
Bond-………………………………………………………………………………………………… (with Martini (shaken not stirred) in hand).
Yeah, weird haan, how the way you write your name changes with the place where you come from. It’s new day in a new semester..and during the roll call, the teachers inevitably stop at
G.Sneha Sindhu, What do we call you?
SNC Sastry (They just go blank!)
I am sure even half of the class does not know Zonun is not Zonun, but Thara..yeah, again..
We were told by a great man that surnames come after the first name, nope not in the place I come from. I can’t understand why teachers can’t get this idea into their heads, semesters come and semesters go…but this question still remains. Imagine all the names I knew back home written backwards, lol like Veera Venkata Surya Prakash
Or
Pingala Satyanarayana Murthy (wherein Murthy is his name)
Or
Potti Sriramulu (the names Ramulu...)
Most of the illustrious South Indians have their names after their surnames..like Gundappa Vishwanath, or N.T.Rama Rao..
So here’s a lil request to all the North Indians… Before you decide which part of a name is what..it makes sense to say out the whole name first, and then ask the person concerned how he or she wishes to be addressed!! Yeah it will be difficult, but how would you guys like it if people call you..lets say a Sharma or a Trivedi? And not…Anjali or Rahul…
Chew on this till my next post!
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!
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
It's Contagious, this Football Fever!
It was one of those days, those days when you wake up in the morning, and look out of your room balcony, and see a pretty picture of a blue sky, and a green football field, and the lovely brown buildings of our college, and say to yourself, looks like it's gonna be a nice day. Then ofcourse I got into my preCRE rituals, like finishing the memo, and ironing the moot clothes and stuff.
I went to the mess with my not so near neighbor, and finally got my memo printed. Slowly the second hour dawned upon us, and the first good thing of the day happened, Sunshine, actually rebutted! Yes, he walked up the judge, and said teh counsel has three rebuttal points! I should have known then, and in the third hour, my CRE went off without a glitch! Socio test was good too, and these were only lil pleasures before what was to come.
At five 10, I reached the football ground with Chirpy, and Cheery(since a particular someone was not happy with the name I gave her last), and ran off again to buy water(my job!). Sometime during the first half, Sunshine walks upto me, here's what happened:
Sunshine-Hi (with that radiating smile)
Me-Shove off! (and starts pushing him away....)
Sunshine- Arre, you were supposed to treat me na, for what?
Me- If my team wins.......
Sunshine- (in another language) You'll never win, not against them!
(just then Iki goes all out and heads one right into the goal!!) MASS HYSTERIA FOLLOWS
Nicely done, Sunshine....you are the best!!!
And in the second half, TBITRS tops it off with another one, he had viral, and is still recovering. And we beat the top team, the glamozons! And as Captain Courageous puts it, "He has fever man!" And TBITRS also become Man of the Match. Footie fever, or frenzy, whatever you call it, we caught it too! And yeah, an honorable mention to our AWESOME goalie, YOGI!! What keeping, getting better with every match. And Vishnu and ofcourse the BIRTHDAY BOY, what play! As Shitty said, "Good FootBall!"
My team played like a force, all amazing play. The night was topped by some pub hopping, and another tequila shot, and WONDERWALL!!
Next match, Friday, against Foza Neri...let's see who's the better FORCE!!
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!!!
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!!
Thursday, 28 January 2010
What a night!
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!
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!
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
Lights, Camera, Action! (FUTSAL FRENZY!)
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.
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 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.
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! :)
Tuesday, 26 January 2010
The new kid on the block!
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..
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..
Sunday, 24 January 2010
NonVegetarian Vampires, anyone?
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?
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?
Friday, 22 January 2010
Confessions (Sigh!) of a Serial blogger
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”.
“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”.
Monday, 18 January 2010
Super Mario the "FM GUY"
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! :)
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