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!

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.

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!

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?

    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

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"

       "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

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

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'

'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'

Contracts??? I have my doubts!

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"

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?

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. ]