Yeah.Yeah. The dust, the sand and the killing classes. No prizes for guessing where I am. What makes it all worthwhile are obviously a bunch of boneheads whom I call my friends. :). They crack 'em.I post 'em. Enjoy.


While I was chatting with a certain Sandeep Chaitanya on my way back to college,
Sandeep- "I'll open a sand museum, depending on how ancient the sand in my room is.."


I met Azal on the train and I narrated the above to her and she says, "Let's all gather sand from our rooms and make a sand dune.."


And I come back, and classes start, and the boring like..
So After a long day I decided to unwind in SN Halls, and I was sitting with Nidhi, Nandini, Pritha, Divya, in Nikita's room. When the following happened. True Story.


Nidhi- I went behind the bar in Geoffrey's too, to make a cocktail for my friend from France.


Nandini- FFF!


Giggles.Giggles.


Nidhi - I can make you one too.


Nandini- I don't drink alchohol.


Nidhi- I ll make it without alchohol.


Pritha- Then it ceases to be a cock!


Pritha Chatterjee is well and truly back!


I guess, that's it for now..Things are still warming up..will keep you posted! Ciao.

Mumma.

I miss the steaming hot coffee when I study

I miss watching English movies in Skyline

I miss the 'Brett Lee' Chicken and Coconut rice

I miss all the gossip about Beckham and Posh Spice

I miss going for drives in the rain

I miss the Chocolate Icecream I ate again and again.

I miss talking about Brett Lee

I miss being taken care of like a baby

I miss those lovely Chicken noodles

I miss the shopping

I miss staying up the whole night watching football with you

I miss having those who's the better Club 'Real/ Manu' or 'Arsenal/Barca' debates with you

I miss trying to help you cook, but ending up tasting everything

I miss those times spent trying to pull daddy's leg but ending up pulling yours

I miss all the intellectual talk about arbitration, law and terrorists

I miss the smell of jasmine on your hair

I miss having someone to yell at me when I don't clean my room

Most of all what I miss the most is 

               YOU.

It's rainin' Kasab, Hallelujah!

It’s raining all things Kasab, hallelujah!


What is the latest obsession in India, apart from the perpetual 2Cs? A lanky Pakistani teenager named Ajmal Kasab. I know not what he was called fondly at home, but India (read millions of daily new channels, and newspapers) has decided to call him Kasab.

So the Trial Court decided to hand him a death sentence. As soon as the Judge finished the judgment, well, the whole of India rejoiced. We had news channels carrying out interviews of people, eminent and otherwise. A true jackpot for the channels! Come to think of it, when did we get like this?

Given a Gandhian past are we a country who celebrates when a person gets the death penalty? The channels here have a BIG role to play in the framing of public opinion in our country. I am sorry to say that they have not yet realized what a big responsibility that is. So, that day what do we get that day? We get images of Kasab, accompanied by some trance type music with drums. I guess they thought the music will drive the point home (point- Kasab deserves to die). A legal expert (a lawyer who is out of business), a Politician (anything to be on TV), a socialite (too desperate), and a common man (well, no idea why really, nothing this one says ever makes a difference) are given a chance to voice out their views on the latest development in the 26/11 case. (More like a chance to appear on national TV).

The whole day was spent in showing people bursting crackers, and giving each other sweets, and abusing the “TERRORIST”. Well, on Facebook groups were made to honor Kasab’s punishment, to celebrate India’s vengeance, Sweet victory against the war against terror, and so on and so forth. I was kinda irritated to find that I had gotten an invitation to join these communities. I was flabbergasted at the depravation that has crept into the society. Really? Is this the same India who once upon a time believed in peace? Are we as bad as the terrorists who were pleased to bomb Mumbai? I think we have crossed the uncrossable line which separates us from the terrorists.

Days followed, we had everyone give their opinion on Kasab’s plight. From school children to old people, every single person felt that he deserves to die. I refuse to buy this, come on in a country of more than a billion people; won’t a single soul have a contrary opinion? Where is the ‘so called diversity’ we are so proud of?

As all melodramas in India are documented in the form of a movie, this is no different. There have been rumors of a well known bollywood bigshot wanting to make a movie based on the 26/11 attacks.

Two weeks after the judgment day, I was beginning to think that the ‘Kasab fever’, had finally began to die, then I saw the most ridiculous thing ever!

Some random loser in Hyderabad (ashamed to say that it’s my city) comes up with a game in which you can hang Kasab!! Yes. I was at home, having lunch; thatha was watching a Telugu news channel, when the news reader says, “DO U WANT TO HANG KASAB?” And goes on to explain how now everyone can hang him in this brilliant game. Then we are subjected to visuals of an animated and a cartoonised Kasab, walking around a toon Mumbai killing people. The object of the game: Catch him and Hang him! Whoa, some revenge!

When have we become a society which makes money out of a terrorist attack? Oh congratulations I guess we are the first in History to achieve this one! At least we are the first to do SOMETHING!

Thanks again to the wonderful media teaching people what to do, what to think, and mostly thanks soo much for making us a society who takes pleasure in listening to someone’s death sentence! KUDOS! As for Kasab don’t worry you have successfully been elevated to the status of a Sachin, or an Amitabh. I’d say enjoy it while it lasts.

P.S.- There are girls who think you are CUTE.

P.P.S- Maybe we’ll see fansites forming on the internet...Www/ilovekasab.org

CLICK>REVIEW>DELETE/UPLOAD>LIKE>COMMENT

They say a picture is equal to a thousand words. Maybe this is what Kodak had in mind when he came up with the idea for a camera. In the good old days taking a photo was a task in itself, setting up the camera, getting the photos ready..you could simply not afford to spoil it. I remember the tough times my parents had trying to make me smile, make me look at the camera, and most importantly, sit in one place. God Bless them for achieving all the cute little baby pics of mine!

Enter the digital age. Gone are the old cameras in which you have to change the reel. Welcome a miracle called the memory card, which has to be inserted into a little slot (yes, Sunshine it's slot, not anything else) in the camera. Kaboom! It's a miracle gone are the troubles of shaken photos, blurred photos, negative malfunctioning, no more photographer screwing up the cleaning, nothing!

Now's the time of, CLICK! REVIEW and then approve or DELETE! God bless the soul who thought of digital cameras. Think again, you really think so??

Imagine you are in a mall/party and there is a bunch of teenager next to you "Hey photo! photo! photo!" and off they go clicking like a bunch of japanese tourists at the Eiffel tower. And it does not end there, everyone has to get a photo with the other, then in groups of three or four in different combinations and poses! And the photo has to be taken till its absolutely perfect, and flawless!

If what Pep once told me was true, then there are girls who go to malls, try on clothes, take pictures, and upload them on Facebook, and yeah the next logical step in the 'photo cycle' is uploading them onto the plethora of social networking sites. After all what are digital cameras for, this makes me think. Have the sales of cameras gone up by millions since facebook/orkut came into being? that can be a yes!

All that people take pictures for these days is keeping in mind how amazing it would look as their display picture! I swear by this statement! If there is an event in college, you wake up the next day morning and you automatically find yourself 'tagged' in random photos, half of which were taken when you were not even aware of it. Another irritating habit of people is tagging every single person in the photo. Like for example you are just standing innocently, and you happen to be in a photo, next thing you know, there is a notification on facebook, xte has tagged you in the a photo. You open the album distinctly remebering that you NEVER had a photo with that individual, and BAM! there you are in the corner, caught in that oh so embarassing, moment, when you thought no one was looking and were digging your nose. Now its for the world to see, oh and COMMENT!

Gone are those lovely days when photos were put in albums and were treasured, now all you have a PICASA, you don't like a photo edit it, cut it, photoshop it, add effects, make it look much better! Maybe there will come a day when, photos will again come in hard copies, and there will not be chances to alter your lovely smile in the photos! And there will natural KODAK moments and not carefully planned, edited and altered ones! :)

And the award for the lamest class in the university goes to........................

Well in this post the queen or may I say the Goddess decides to share some of teh most recent gems which I have had the oppurtunity to witness in class. Haffun! (This post is all real names and real people).

Before an early morning CPC class, people are just filling in...
Yum-Sasti!
Pritha- Aaj ka mehengayi mein thoda sastaap zaroori hain!
Speechless!

During a serious Family law presentation
Nimesh - "The husband gets a year to (im)prove his potency....."
The class erupts
Abhilasha- What? He can take treatment
More giggles....
Well, it was supposed to be prove potency..

In the library...
Sandeep- random nonsense
Sneha-Live life Sneha size!!!!

Sneha - He thinks he a cool dude!
Sandeep- No man no....
Pritha - No he's a thanda doodh!

During a heated game of Hangman
Aditi- Krypton? Thats not even word!
Sneha- It is a noble gas!
Aditi- Saumi is krypton a noble gas?
Saumya- Neon Radon Krypton blah blah blah
Sneha- Hahahahhahhaa!
Well I guess the English dictionary is losing  touch..

Sneha- Don't say Moksh! It's a nice place back home...
Thara- Moksh! Moksh! Moksh!
(Well, that's the level of brains we have in our class)

Sneha- Hey what do you want for your birthday?
Sandeep-Kohinoor Diamond!
(Great expectations......)

Prapti- Kisne Kata?
Animesh- Res judicata..

Oneday Surya and I were eating chicken sitting on the mess arc, there was a little dog eyeing my food,
Surya- Chal Bhaag ja yahasey, Kutte!
(Who tries to scare a dog by calling it "DOG"?)

Well, that's my beloved class!! I 'll be back with more :D After all it's my class ain't it? Ciao.

Of getting mugged and jokes in moots

Facing NLU are a few hills. In popular NLU culture they are called 'The Rocks'. This Friday Chripy, Bushy Haired Girl, and me decided to go on an adventue. While on our way ( well, way is basically crossing the road, and crossing the railway track) we met NB. Then the four of us picked up two packets of Lays, and a bottle of water and began our hike. We decided to scale the nearest mountain, and with a little effort, we were on the peak.

On the peak we were admiring the beauty of our college, when a few kids from the nearby village, well, came to us for money. We tries shooing htem away, yelling, sweet talking, nothing worked. Then we finally settled on a deal. We give them a buck each, and they leave. Well, the offer was accpeted and there was some consideration involved. Yeah, I am a lawyer!

So, we were searching for cash, and

Bushy- Will they take mess coupons?
NB- Yes, Saumya teach them negotiable instruments act.

WEll, we execute our deal to perfection, and well they leave....umm almost.
Have you heard of the story where a king gets dogs so he can shoo away cats, and then the Dogs become a menace? Well, I felt exactly like that king!

When we were giving them the money there was a girl a lil older than those kids, she offerred to shoo them away. Later she perhes on a nearby rock and says, "It's ok..You guys can talk!" Some guts! She eyes the Lays in NB's hands, "Mujhe Kurkure CHahiye!" Well NB tries to strike a deal again.

Ultimately we had to shoo the girl off by pretending to call Police. So, I can say with conviction that I have been mugged! Yeah, we have been!

Keep pondering over this till the next time..Or maybe I ll leave you with a few moot jokes (courtesy Bikerboy and Sunshine)

Long time ago in a moot with a certain International Law teacher as a judge, this happens
Judge- to whom does the royalty go from Mulla's books?
Counsel- To my grandfather..
and goes onto explain how in explicit details about how his grandfather wrote the books and Mulla got them published.

In an another moot a counsel tries too hard to convince
"Your Lordship, the facts are crying out that...."
Innovative use of metaphors, aint' it?

Another of Sunshine's mooting diamonds
Judge- Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, counsel?
Sunshine- Now the counsel requests the Judge to leave teh question and come back to the case at hand..
Icing on the cake!

Muksa's moot
A few seniors are sitting as counsels.
Muksa looks at the register and calls out a roll number,
Counsel- The counsel would like to inform the honorable court that the the counsels of hte parties have reached an out of court settlement, and would like the court to decree accordingly..
I can totally imagine his face!

That's all folks!!!!

Of Swaras, Ragas, and so much more

At first it was hard. I had come to hate and dread everytime Ammamma came home. Then I realised there was no escaping. I had to sit down. Say a prayer, and begin. She tells me I was a difficult student, I still believe I am. I wish I could remmeber those days...I was barely three..I knew the sapta swaras before I knew many of my cousins, before I knew how to read and write Telugu.

Ammamma yelling at me, and saying "Sruthi chudu, Sruthi chudu!" (watch the pitch), well that is my first ever memory of her. Then slowly as time passed, I started liking it. I remember the first time, I think I was in class 1 or so, oneday I randomly tell Ben, Hey I wanna sit and practise, what I learnt on Sunday. I could see she was positively elated.

My first ever formal music class, I already knew a lot of things they teach you at first. My new music teacher ( who thankfully is my  grans friend) asked me to sing all the saralis, the jantas and the alankaras. Well, I did it. From the next week began my formal training. Mondays and Wednesdays. Eight days a month. Practise everyday, without fail from 5 am to 6 am. No excuses.

Yes, I used to get up at five to sing. This was my undisturbed routine everyday for the next 11 years. Yes. There were times I used to hate it. No excuses, my grandmom used to make sure I used to sing. There were times when I used to pretend to be sick, because I used to be sick of singing. I remember that phase in class 7 . I had soo much work then with all the swimming, the school, and music. It was not as if I hated music, I loved it. I just needed some change. I used to think being able to sing what MS can sing is uncool, that was the phase when guitar was cool, and Veena was for losers. Avril was in and Bombay Sisters were out. I used to beat myself up for knowing Carnatic Music.

That's where Lin came into the picture, that's where dad came into the picture, and that's where singing the songs I listen to, and listening to the songs I sing also came into the picture. I used to take time off to listen to MS, yes I had heard her earlier, but now it was different. It was alomost as if I could understand what she was singing, it was as if the swaras were speaking to me, as if each of them had a new and different story to narrate.

I discovered a whole new world of Carnatic Music.And what a world that is! MS evidently became my idol..She was perfect in everyway, what a voice! What control, well my only wish is/was/will be is to be able to render Bhavaiyami Raghuramam the way she does. I started enjoying myself, I began to slowly fall in love with Carnatic music, the ragams ,the thalams, sruthi, laya, keerthanas, krithis, and just the whole devotion I see in my teacher, my grandmother.

I was not alone thankfully, I was not the only culturally confused girl in my class, who used to have a copy of THE MODERN ROCK ALBUM, and liked listening to Denver, and ABBA. Meet Pallavi, my best friend and my fellow tortured soul in my music class. Thankfully my teacher was not the kind who says "Ingliss sangs are baad", never, she believed that every music is divine in it's own way. I remember the many times Pallu and I used to sit in that room upstairs listening to our ipods, while waiting for our turn to sing infront of our teacher. Or the time when we introduced Laxmi teacher to Avril. She liked it. Infact, she even tried singing like her.Camplicated!

I took a few exams, sang at a few temples, gave a few concerts, won a few competitions, but none of those even compare to the satisfaction you get, when you sit down and cross your legs,and hum a nice alapana in NATA, or a keerthana in Malayamarutha ragam. Sadly, I had to leave home, leave classes afer 12th when I got into NLU. I did not miss it initially, I was actually kinda glad that no more practice, no more of Mondays and Wednesdays.

Time passed slowly, then came the cultural week in the college, I did not sing. No. I did not. That evening at the singing event I saw a few of my classmates sing. I burned inside. I did nt realise how much I loved to sing, or how much I missed it till then, until that pristine moment. Then I vowed to myself I'd sing.

A year later, in the culturals I sang. Ok, not Carnatic, but yes I sang. I had a whale of a time. Slowly came Republic day, and this time it was 'Vatapi Ganapathim Bhaje" infront of the whole college, in that golden saree which Ben gave Ammamma. I was even holding Ben's striped clutch! It was a momentous occasion, at least to me. It was a special feeling, an undecribable one, ot be able to share what has been so special to me throuought my life, with the whole college.

I just wanted to say I apologise for all the times I wanted to make myself hate it, and all the little times when I refused to practise, and all the times Pallu and I used to bunk classes and come up with lame reasons like test the next day, or run off to movies in the class times. I am so sorry ammamma. I never realised what you meant when you used to say, it will help you in the future, it will help you relax, I dint realise how true she was. Thank you. Thank you for always being there for me, helping me, showing me how I cannot keep myself away from it, after all it's in me, much like the genetic code in Heroes, this is embedded in my blood. Thank You for that. Most of all I know you will believe in me.

I have realised now, that listening to NATA, or Malayamarutham can lighten my mood instantly, and Kalyani can make me feel less homesick, and "Sudhamayi" makes me think of my friends and teh good times back home.So, it is true Carnatic music and beer have the same effect on me :). It is most definetly one of the best things that happened to me in my life.

10 Best things that happenned to me in NLU

This is in no particular order, I generally have a habit of saving the best for the last,

1. Rediscovering my blog.

2. Pushkar Trip

3. Srishti Gupta, the most amazing senior, I have ever met. It's amazing having someone you can look upto..

4. Bean Bags, yeah believe me, they are a comfort.Esp when you have to cram two huge books before the horrid managerial Economics exam.

5. BHUJIAAAAAAAAAAA- Yeah baby, have it with Rajma rice, have it with Soup, Have it with Pasta, it makes anything taste out of the world..

6. SC..nope its not the Supreme Court.. however it is Supremely HOT!

7. Victorious Secret Football Club- One of the most exciting things to have ever happened to NLU. I have joined the likes of Arsene Wenger, and have become a team owner/manager for 4 whole months. Made a lot of friends, and had loadsa FUN!

8. My Room- However dirty, or however cramped it is, it's still my room.So...Back off, bushy haired girl!

9. Geoffrey's- Smirnoff, Carlsberg, Foster's, Kingfisher's,  Blender's Pride, Royal Challenge,tonic water. Tequila Shots, dance floor, Lamb Piccata, American Corn Fritters, Fried Chicken Wings, I think you pretty much get the picture..

10. My friends, the old ones and new... I love you guys, and I can do anything for you...Believe me, I can.

Ciao!

A Postcard from Zanzibar

Sunday morning dawned lazily upon me, I had no work, nothing to do, so I realised I should clean up my room. So I decided to start with washing clothes, and in three trips to the washing machine, I had a few clean clothes, I guess enough to get me through three weeks of college. I was thinking about breakfast when somebody knoocked on my door, I open it. It was the matro, she handed me a nice little postcard. It was one of those picture postcards you get when you go to a new place, yes it was. Puzzled, I asked her if she'd come to the right door..She asked me if I was G Sneha Sindhu. Well, all the other deliveries I got till then were parcels of books/clothes/food from home, I would have known they were coming the minute they left Hyderabad.

Well, I took the card from her, and excitedly flipped it over, and yes, it was for me! It was a lovely postcard from Zanzibar sent by my long lost friend, Nikita. I was overjoyed, and I teared. Yes, I did. I was soo overwhelmed, by the little card. The little card came as a beacon of hope reminding me of the fact that there are people who still love me after everything I did. Suddenly, it was like I shedded that nasty amount of guilt I was carrying around from almost this time last year. I felt free, I really did. I felt, for that one full second that in this world anything's possible.

That day I realised, well , simply that somethings in life are way more important than others, and it's very important that you get your priority list right. Things happen to people, and you have to learn to face them and deal with them. It's also very vital that in life you must always play by your own rules, or as it was the Bushy haired girls gtalk tagline a few days ago, Live Life by your Own Terms. Well, the one year I chose not do that, to be someone else, to 'improve' myself, well, I fell into a ditch soo deep it took me a year and a post card from my friend to get myself out of it. Well, another way to look at it is..maybe I had to take the fall to remind me how far I'd gotten from myself.


I was soo happy, I pinned that card to my softboard, it's the place where I pin up little things from days/places I really want to remember. I put the card right on top, because that's where it belongs, atop everything that happened to me in NLU. Finally, after almost a year, I forgave myself. Peace.


P.S. Love you Niki, and also all the people who were there for me in the last one year...you know who you are :D.

Lameness around us!

This post is dedicated to the lame jokes we hear in NLU, its' everywhere this sastaap, in class, amongst friends, I mean it, everywhere.

One day in a heated debate in a moot,
Sunshine- Your Ladyship, when the husband comes home from work everyday he deserves something...................
(Ladyship looks disturbed, and the class explodes...)
Sunshine-  some ...............homely treatment........


Oneday in a boring class,
Addicted to Self- Arjun is Concentrate (Mital looks like he got a heart spasm)
Sunshine - No sir, he's dilute

In King's Pavillion
Vishnu- Hey split, the chicken man.....
Captain Fantastic - No man Banana split it...

In another of Addicted to Self's classes, during attendance..
"Arjun..Arjun Rao...ek Mahabharat mein do Arjun kaise ho sakthey hain?"

During a football match
Random people- They can't do shit man! They can't do shit!
Captain Fantastic- They can't shit man, they can't shit!

Oneday Kant was walking past a little VSFC group meeting, and we needed him to win the next day...like badly
Captain Fantastic- My name is Kant............
TBITRS- I am footballer!


Hence with the above submissions, I rest my case!!

Names...

Here’s a very old joke adapted to suit the needs of my sight headed class mates…


SNC and James Bond were seated next to each other , Mr.Bond with a Martini (Shaken not stirred) in hand, without an inkling of what he’s getting himself into says,

Bond- Hello, I am Bond, James Bond...and you are...

SNC- Sastry

Chidambara Sastry

Sai Chidambara Sastry

Naga Sai Chidambara Sastry

Sarva Naga Sai Chidambara Sastry..

Bond-………………………………………………………………………………………………… (with Martini (shaken not stirred) in hand).

Yeah, weird haan, how the way you write your name changes with the place where you come from. It’s new day in a new semester..and during the roll call, the teachers inevitably stop at

G.Sneha Sindhu, What do we call you?

SNC Sastry (They just go blank!)

I am sure even half of the class does not know Zonun is not Zonun, but Thara..yeah, again..

We were told by a great man that surnames come after the first name, nope not in the place I come from. I can’t understand why teachers can’t get this idea into their heads, semesters come and semesters go…but this question still remains. Imagine all the names I knew back home written backwards, lol like Veera Venkata Surya Prakash

Or

Pingala Satyanarayana Murthy (wherein Murthy is his name)

Or

Potti Sriramulu (the names Ramulu...)

Most of the illustrious South Indians have their names after their surnames..like Gundappa Vishwanath, or N.T.Rama Rao..



So here’s a lil request to all the North Indians… Before you decide which part of a name is what..it makes sense to say out the whole name first, and then ask the person concerned how he or she wishes to be addressed!! Yeah it will be difficult, but how would you guys like it if people call you..lets say a Sharma or a Trivedi? And not…Anjali or Rahul…

Chew on this till my next post!

It's Contagious, this Football Fever!

It was one of those days, those days when you wake up in the morning, and look out of your room balcony, and see a pretty picture of a blue sky, and a green football field, and the lovely brown buildings of our college, and say to yourself, looks like it's gonna be a nice day. Then ofcourse I got into my preCRE rituals, like finishing the memo, and ironing the moot clothes and stuff.

I went to the mess with my not so near neighbor, and finally got my memo printed. Slowly the second hour dawned upon us, and the first good thing of the day happened, Sunshine, actually rebutted! Yes, he walked up the judge, and said teh counsel has three rebuttal points! I should have known then, and in the third hour, my CRE went off without a glitch! Socio test was good too, and these were only lil pleasures before what was to come.

At five 10, I reached the football ground with Chirpy, and Cheery(since a particular someone was not happy with the name I gave her last), and ran off again to buy water(my job!). Sometime during the first half, Sunshine walks upto me, here's what happened:

Sunshine-Hi (with that radiating smile)

Me-Shove off! (and starts pushing him away....)

Sunshine- Arre, you were supposed to treat me na, for what?

Me- If my team wins.......

Sunshine- (in another language) You'll never win, not against them!
(just then Iki goes all out and heads one right into the goal!!) MASS HYSTERIA FOLLOWS

Nicely done, Sunshine....you are the best!!!

And in the second half, TBITRS tops it off with another one, he had viral, and is still recovering. And we beat the top team, the glamozons! And as Captain Courageous puts it, "He has fever man!" And TBITRS also become Man of the Match. Footie fever, or frenzy, whatever you call it, we caught it too! And yeah, an honorable mention to our AWESOME goalie, YOGI!! What keeping, getting better with every match. And Vishnu and ofcourse the BIRTHDAY BOY, what play! As Shitty said, "Good FootBall!"

My team played like a force, all amazing play. The night was topped by some pub hopping, and another tequila shot, and WONDERWALL!!

Next match, Friday, against Foza Neri...let's see who's the better FORCE!!

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!