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 :)