SHEELAISM by SAINT BUSHY HAIR!

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!!

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!)

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?)

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?"

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.

"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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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

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....

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.