Muksa- It can include anything, pen, pencil ,anything, Taj Mahal...
Tuesday 28 July 2009
Muksastaa..........
SNC-Sir, what is the scope of the word 'thing' in section blah blah blah?
Muksa- It can include anything, pen, pencil ,anything, Taj Mahal...
Muksa- It can include anything, pen, pencil ,anything, Taj Mahal...
Saturday 25 July 2009
Life...................(Article 21 of the Indian Constitution, Keshavananda Bharti v State of Kerala)
It's been a while since I've written a post. It's for a combination of factors really. For a few inexcusable reasons, I could not bring myself to write. Well, anyway I'll try to put all that behind me as soon as possible. No more posts lamenting on the many turns and twists my life has taken. What 'life'? I am only 18, and I am just a year old in college! There's plenty of time left to feel sorry for myself in life. According to a WHO report(for all the losers who do not know what's WHO it's ,World Health Organization, a part of the United Nations.Still no clue? Google it!)the average life span of an Indian female is 63 years. So yeah, I still have plenty of time to think.
As you can see, I have begun giving authorities, to whatever information I quote. Well, call this the law school effect. After doing making countless memos, well not countless, it's 6 actually, the habit has seeped into this tiny brain of mine! Yeah, it's funny but I have been in Law school for a little more than a year.
My life has changed drastically since I moved into room no.207, NGH of NLU. I decided to document as many as I can. Here's to change!
1. The most important, eating bland food, rock hard idlis, searching for good south Indian food. Finally settling for whatever you get.
2. Why waste money on movie tickets when you have a perfectly functioning laptop? and a LAN connection?
3. Washing clothes, back home all I had to do was, well drop the dirty clothes in to the laundry box. Well, here I finally learnt how to use the machine! :)
4. Ironing my own clothes, it took me sometime to get a hang of this one! Thanks to a lot of help from the Bushy haired girl, I managed it!
5. Cleaning my room! The one hate the most, ugh! the dust, the clutter, especially thanks to my 'shopoholic' nature, I generally end up finding, things I don't even remember buying, then I go around asking who they belong to! Most of the time I am reminded of the time I bought that particular bauble, thinking I absolutely cannot survive without it!
6. Loud music, emanating from any room on the floor.
7. Filling the cooler, what a pain!
8. My usual hangout coffee shop, Barista, has been replaced by Coffee Day!
9. Instead of Little Italy, I go to King's Pavillion for Pasta.
10. Deli 9's chocolate pastries have given way to 15 A.D.
11. Shopper's Stop, Lifestyle, City Center Mall, Central have heralded the arrival of "National Handloom", "Reliance Mart" and "Ansal Plaza".
12. The new McDonald's made me feel as happy as a new mum!
13. Masala filled Hyderabadi Dum Biryani, is replaced by the Jodhpuri version, of green colored Andhra Chicken Pulav, deceptively termed "Hyderabadi Biryani".
14. The best takeaway joints are Kashmiri Spicy, Shaheen and Chics and Kabs. All adorning the roadside!
15. The worst of all, getting used to travelling in bone cracking autos and not my Zen or Santro! :)
16. Street shopping in Charminar, Badi Chowdi, and General Bazar is replaced by Nai Sarak.
17. I am still getting used to teh fact that, the only fort in the place I live in is Mehrangarh, and not Golkonda.
The rajasthani twang, the hot sun, the bright colors, will still need some getting used to, but what is life without change? Isn't life about enjoying every moment you can? After all going by the who statistics I just have 45 years to live. That dosen't seem too long now, does it?
As my mum always said, Life's too short to hold grudges! :)
Adios!
As you can see, I have begun giving authorities, to whatever information I quote. Well, call this the law school effect. After doing making countless memos, well not countless, it's 6 actually, the habit has seeped into this tiny brain of mine! Yeah, it's funny but I have been in Law school for a little more than a year.
My life has changed drastically since I moved into room no.207, NGH of NLU. I decided to document as many as I can. Here's to change!
1. The most important, eating bland food, rock hard idlis, searching for good south Indian food. Finally settling for whatever you get.
2. Why waste money on movie tickets when you have a perfectly functioning laptop? and a LAN connection?
3. Washing clothes, back home all I had to do was, well drop the dirty clothes in to the laundry box. Well, here I finally learnt how to use the machine! :)
4. Ironing my own clothes, it took me sometime to get a hang of this one! Thanks to a lot of help from the Bushy haired girl, I managed it!
5. Cleaning my room! The one hate the most, ugh! the dust, the clutter, especially thanks to my 'shopoholic' nature, I generally end up finding, things I don't even remember buying, then I go around asking who they belong to! Most of the time I am reminded of the time I bought that particular bauble, thinking I absolutely cannot survive without it!
6. Loud music, emanating from any room on the floor.
7. Filling the cooler, what a pain!
8. My usual hangout coffee shop, Barista, has been replaced by Coffee Day!
9. Instead of Little Italy, I go to King's Pavillion for Pasta.
10. Deli 9's chocolate pastries have given way to 15 A.D.
11. Shopper's Stop, Lifestyle, City Center Mall, Central have heralded the arrival of "National Handloom", "Reliance Mart" and "Ansal Plaza".
12. The new McDonald's made me feel as happy as a new mum!
13. Masala filled Hyderabadi Dum Biryani, is replaced by the Jodhpuri version, of green colored Andhra Chicken Pulav, deceptively termed "Hyderabadi Biryani".
14. The best takeaway joints are Kashmiri Spicy, Shaheen and Chics and Kabs. All adorning the roadside!
15. The worst of all, getting used to travelling in bone cracking autos and not my Zen or Santro! :)
16. Street shopping in Charminar, Badi Chowdi, and General Bazar is replaced by Nai Sarak.
17. I am still getting used to teh fact that, the only fort in the place I live in is Mehrangarh, and not Golkonda.
The rajasthani twang, the hot sun, the bright colors, will still need some getting used to, but what is life without change? Isn't life about enjoying every moment you can? After all going by the who statistics I just have 45 years to live. That dosen't seem too long now, does it?
As my mum always said, Life's too short to hold grudges! :)
Adios!
Friday 17 July 2009
Sastas in the rain.........
First of all, I'd like to congratulate myself on reaching my 100th blog. I look forward to writing more crap, and finding people who read it. :)
Here's a few conversations I heard in our University.
A few girls in an auto-Bye! Bye!
666-Take care, Garnier.
Interesting.....
In the gym, when its raining people were singing,
People-Aaegaa Aaegaa aanewala, aaegaaa........
Chucky-Bhooth aaegaa!
*Ahem*
In the same gym,
Random-Let's play anthakshari!
Random no.2-Let's play Rapid fire!
Random no.3-Let's play Rapid fire. What is rapid fire????
Me(sitting outside)-
So continue my days..in this 'randomness'!
Here's a few conversations I heard in our University.
A few girls in an auto-Bye! Bye!
666-Take care, Garnier.
Interesting.....
In the gym, when its raining people were singing,
People-Aaegaa Aaegaa aanewala, aaegaaa........
Chucky-Bhooth aaegaa!
*Ahem*
In the same gym,
Random-Let's play anthakshari!
Random no.2-Let's play Rapid fire!
Random no.3-Let's play Rapid fire. What is rapid fire????
Me(sitting outside)-
So continue my days..in this 'randomness'!
Thursday 9 July 2009
Sasthaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!
This post is dedicated to the creators of LTTE. The 'genius creators of the intellectually stimulating' blog have also inspired me to write this 'stimulating' post. I hit upon this idea when I was sitting next to yellow, in a rather dull history class.
The following post contains certain very classified and valuable information. It's an insiders view of the proceedings of Room 11 of a certain 'Halls of Learning'.
Early in an OB class,
Sunshine walks in with two of his rays,
(OB shoots an icy look)
SS-Sorry mam, first time
OB-This is my first class
*Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!*
During a heated debate on offences,
MS-The driver of a car which breaks down and causes a road block is guilty of causing public nuisance.
Curly haired girl- The driver is not guilty cuz, he has no mens rea. The car is guilty, because it broke down....
*applause* *applause*
Walking down from a drab history class,
Curly haired girl, in the tone of somebody who's found out that they won a lottery-
Mithakshara and Dayabhaga are not Hindu schools of law! They are Nibandhas! Ha! Ha!
Talk about students being stressed in Law Schools.
While talking about offence,
MS-........................said Justice Edward Coke, the founder of Coca Cola,........
Bushy haired girl-Really?
MS-No. It was just a joke.
*ROTFL*
During a five minute I walked into class.
N, said the following, pointing to Guy S and Slash, who were sleeping with their heads down on the their table.
"Two people sleeping together"
*hmmmmmm*
Marketing was walking into class, and people were stumbling back into their seats,
Curly haired girl-Get a Life!
Bushy haired girl-Get a wife!
*India said gay ho! dinnit?*
LC(girl)-Three Mukherjees are coming! I might get lucky!
(One of them is a girl!)
*All hail 377*
The following post contains certain very classified and valuable information. It's an insiders view of the proceedings of Room 11 of a certain 'Halls of Learning'.
Early in an OB class,
Sunshine walks in with two of his rays,
(OB shoots an icy look)
SS-Sorry mam, first time
OB-This is my first class
*Wah! Wah! Wah! Wah!*
During a heated debate on offences,
MS-The driver of a car which breaks down and causes a road block is guilty of causing public nuisance.
Curly haired girl- The driver is not guilty cuz, he has no mens rea. The car is guilty, because it broke down....
*applause* *applause*
Walking down from a drab history class,
Curly haired girl, in the tone of somebody who's found out that they won a lottery-
Mithakshara and Dayabhaga are not Hindu schools of law! They are Nibandhas! Ha! Ha!
Talk about students being stressed in Law Schools.
While talking about offence,
MS-........................said Justice Edward Coke, the founder of Coca Cola,........
Bushy haired girl-Really?
MS-No. It was just a joke.
*ROTFL*
During a five minute I walked into class.
N, said the following, pointing to Guy S and Slash, who were sleeping with their heads down on the their table.
"Two people sleeping together"
*hmmmmmm*
Marketing was walking into class, and people were stumbling back into their seats,
Curly haired girl-Get a Life!
Bushy haired girl-Get a wife!
*India said gay ho! dinnit?*
LC(girl)-Three Mukherjees are coming! I might get lucky!
(One of them is a girl!)
*All hail 377*
Monday 6 July 2009
Sunday 5 July 2009
Life must go on...............
Yeah, it has been two years since my life was shattered. Nothing else that happened after that cataclysmic event really matters…Zero, Zilch, and Nada. Things that seemed strange or even absurd back then seem very normal right now. Do I miss the life I had back then? I don’t know, maybe I do deserve this. Hell yes, I miss that life, I miss her. Imagine having no one to share your little secrets with, imagine having no shoulder to cry on, imagine no one to cook fantabulous Brett Lee (Butter) Chicken and Coconut Rice for you. Imagine having a hole in your gut, well, this is a thousand times more horrible. The worst of all is having no one to call ‘Amma’, or as I put it, “Ben”.
Law School, she wanted to see me in one. Yet I feel like here I don’t belong here, like this is not meant to be.
I hate the day it happened, the day the hour and even the minute. Worst of all, the memories that I associate with those days, the pain, the anguish, the sense of being lost. The nightmares I still wake up to some nights, well make that, most nights. When I got my CLAT result, it was like I got a blow on my head. The person with whom I wanted to party, the one whom I wanted to see on my convocation day, well, just not there anymore. That day, when my other friends were happy, were partying for me, I was lost. I was in tears. I was surrounded by people, yet I felt lonely. I was frustrated. I still am. I lost her, in fact we lost her, Daddy and I. I wish I had been the one, and not her.
People say things; they say she’d be watching over me. They say she’s proud of me. I don’t think so. Not after what I did in law school. Never. It would have killed her to know what I did. It would have been her worst nightmare. I let my friends down. She’d have never forgiven me for that. I know I disappointed her. I just do. I hate myself for that. I could kill myself for that. After this, I can never be the daughter she wanted me to be.
She loved white lilies, just like I do. She was intelligent, smart and beautiful. She loved to read a habit which passed onto me. She was fascinated by the Constitution, just like I am. Law never failed to amaze and enthrall her; it does the same to me. She was perfect. She lived her life to the fullest. She loved me more than anything in this whole world. I’ll always love her.
No matter what I do in life, that’s assuming my tiny academically inactive brain lets me do anything, no matter what I achieve, that’s also subject to the conditions of my academically non functioning brain, I will always have no one to tell. No one, absolutely.
I lost my mum. Exactly one year and 10 odd months later, I lost my best friend. The whole in my gut just got bigger. Way bigger. The suddenly got a lot more lonlier.
Here’s a little lyric from a Sugababes song, I thought would be the perfect way to end this post:
“I was dumb, I was wrong
I let you down,
Now I know what I feel about you.
Can we bring yesterday back around?
Now I know what I feel about you.”
I know sounds strange coming from ‘Sugababes’, but it kind of completes the post. Ciao.
Law School, she wanted to see me in one. Yet I feel like here I don’t belong here, like this is not meant to be.
I hate the day it happened, the day the hour and even the minute. Worst of all, the memories that I associate with those days, the pain, the anguish, the sense of being lost. The nightmares I still wake up to some nights, well make that, most nights. When I got my CLAT result, it was like I got a blow on my head. The person with whom I wanted to party, the one whom I wanted to see on my convocation day, well, just not there anymore. That day, when my other friends were happy, were partying for me, I was lost. I was in tears. I was surrounded by people, yet I felt lonely. I was frustrated. I still am. I lost her, in fact we lost her, Daddy and I. I wish I had been the one, and not her.
People say things; they say she’d be watching over me. They say she’s proud of me. I don’t think so. Not after what I did in law school. Never. It would have killed her to know what I did. It would have been her worst nightmare. I let my friends down. She’d have never forgiven me for that. I know I disappointed her. I just do. I hate myself for that. I could kill myself for that. After this, I can never be the daughter she wanted me to be.
She loved white lilies, just like I do. She was intelligent, smart and beautiful. She loved to read a habit which passed onto me. She was fascinated by the Constitution, just like I am. Law never failed to amaze and enthrall her; it does the same to me. She was perfect. She lived her life to the fullest. She loved me more than anything in this whole world. I’ll always love her.
No matter what I do in life, that’s assuming my tiny academically inactive brain lets me do anything, no matter what I achieve, that’s also subject to the conditions of my academically non functioning brain, I will always have no one to tell. No one, absolutely.
I lost my mum. Exactly one year and 10 odd months later, I lost my best friend. The whole in my gut just got bigger. Way bigger. The suddenly got a lot more lonlier.
Here’s a little lyric from a Sugababes song, I thought would be the perfect way to end this post:
“I was dumb, I was wrong
I let you down,
Now I know what I feel about you.
Can we bring yesterday back around?
Now I know what I feel about you.”
I know sounds strange coming from ‘Sugababes’, but it kind of completes the post. Ciao.
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