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.

20.

For once in my ENTIRE life, I have nothing to say.

Last night was perfect. The people. The jokes. OTR. The food. The drink.The song. The SURPRISE!

It totally caught me off guard, like totally! I still can' believe that now I actually own a guitar! And it's beautiful, the feeling and the guitar too. It's the feeling of getting something which you have wanted since you were a little kid. After many many many years of classical Carnatic music, it's time to do something different! But still Carnatic is still and will remain my first love.

If you thought the night of surprises ended, at 12'o clock, There was a football cake, yeah a Chocolate one looking exactly like a FOOTBALL! OMG! My room was done up with streamers and there were pretty blue balloons, and they put the guitar right on the bed, admist the balloons and infront of my blue wall, it was "Surreal....but nice." Oh yeah, and the card....AWESOME!

If turning 20 is like THAT, whoa! I'd not mind turning 20 everyday for the rest of my life!

Here's a heartfelt thanks to all my friends who made it awesome.

Thanks Zara, Thanks Sakshi, Thanks Saumya, Thanks Aditi, Thanks Geetay, Thanks Dubey,Thanks Kirti, Thanks Nandini,Thanks Foodie, Thanks Pritha, Thanks Nikita, Thanks Ramu, Thanks Sukanya. Thanks Preethi. Thanks Sandeep, Thanks Thara, Thanks Surya. Thanks Bharatendu, Thanks Shashank, Thanks Viru, Thanks Neo, Thanks Pari, Thanks Animesh, Thanks Aparna, Thanks Shreya and Thanks Ikron.

Waking up in the morning today, totally reminded me of my 12th Birthday, where there was confetti all over my room, and I woke up like an Egyptian Princess among all the decorations and the sparkly, shiny bits of paper. I could not have asked for a better last day of being a teen! Absolutely could not have!

19.

Analysis.Appraisal.Check.See.Write down. Inspect. Make Changes.

So what have I done in my 19th year of existence?

When I turned 19 last year, I wished for a miracle. I wanted something to happen to my life that would make me feel much better, make me forget the demons of the past.

I think, someone somewhere must have heard it. Something did happen. Ok. Maybe not a MIRACLE. It did have a profound effect on almost everything I did in college. Maybe I should say several things happened which made me happy.

Bah. December followed September. Got through those killer music exams. Practical was ok. The theory paper was ummm.... Results came out in Jan and Ammamma was the happiest. Thatha got me that Chocolate Ice cream which he generally gets. I came back to College. All was forgotten.

I come back to College. Lex La Liga happens. January was a lot of running around. Amar Sports.Bargain.McD.Burger.Auto.Back. A few times of those coupled with, Ikron fit to play. Ikron Sick. and a little bit of Dissolve or no Dissolve. We finally did play all the matches with the same team.

Come February. It was matches. classes. Tests. Partys. Coming back lates. Making new friends. Basically FUN times.

In April I bid farewell to the only senior in my whole educational career, I really looked upto and wanted to be like.

School closed in May. Planned to sit at home the whole time. Did just that in the holidays.

June was the root discovering trip and the Football WC. What a trip! What a WC. Spain did win. Villa was indeed awesome! The trip made me realise that yeah, I may not have all the family I want, but I do LOVE the family I have. Yes! the big group of boneheads who are exactly like how I am. And who like me exactly like how I am. Big.Clumsy.Retarded.

July came slowly and I found myself in College. As days progressed I was diagnosed with the Mid Life Crisis. 90210.Castle.White Collar. Fringe.Glee happened.

August. Nothing Happened. Mid Life Crisis continued.

That was in short my year. Oh yah Archu came to India, got me a few gifts sadly we did not get to meet.

If this year can be called special, It can be because of all the friends I made. This year was all about reaching out. It was about coming out of that little closet I hid myself in, after the second semester. Thanks Srishti. I don't know who else to thank. And as for the new friends I made I am sure you guys know who you all are. Thanks a bunch! Give yourself a pat on your backs, you deserve it for tolerating all the bullshit that generally happens around me. As for my NLU family, you guys are and will always remain the best, no one ever can replace you.

So much happened. And it's already time to turn 20. Sigh.

Cheers to the last day of me being a teen!

B.I.N

Like all great men he is known to the world by several names. Neo, Nimesh, Jha, Jha Sa, NimSa, etc. Like all great men he leaves his mark wherever he goes. You can like him or you can hate him, but, You cannot ignore him.

Neo gives life to his presentations. They are mere reflections of his highly celebrated personality.

Most people clean their rooms when they get back after the summers, not our Neo, he just shifts his saman into the nearest room he can find. Trust me.True Story.

You ask Neo his height and he says, "I am 6..5'6". Yeah, like Bond, James Bond. Only Neo is better.

Neo added life, colour, spice to our Pushkar trip. We just reached Pushkar, we were trying to find the Hotel.

Divya ( From inside the car): Bhaiyya! Punch Kula Road Kaha hain?

Neo( Inside the car): Bhaiyya! Bhaiyya! Laddoo kitne mein denge?

The world may be going to pieces, but Neo does this own thing! We decided to do things the Neo way this trip, and what a trip it turned out to be!

Only Neo can come up with words like "Chinese Nigger", and "Thai Nigger".Oh yeah, or Hyderabadi Biryani!  He is like the next Salman Khan  of India. In Little Italy he takes his shirt off, in the middle of lunch. He is said to have the third best body in college after Digvijay and Anshuman Bhaiyya!

When asked why he does what he does, Neo had this to say, " I like to make people laugh by doing shitty things".

He is a man of great tolerance, only he could have tolerated that one class every one else bunked. We all know the class and the time. He can come up with and excel at innovative games like, "Translate the hindi song into english and sing along!" Who can forget "Rock your body"!

Neo is a man of his word, when he says he will do something, he will do it. Like the time in Pushkar when he waddled through the rain water, and actually got the car. When we reached the hotel finally, he was heard saying this to himself, "Yes, I did it!". Yes, in the superhero style.

He is a man who had some great experiences in his life, yes I am talking about his other, hugely controversial trip to Pushkar, in a "tourist Taxi". Neo made friends in Pushkar too, like he "knows" the people in Cafe Enigma.

Neo was looking a little out of color one night in Pushkar,

Shashank- Are you ok?

Neo- I am not sure.

Shashank- Do you feel pukish?

Neo- No.

Shashank- Do u feel like vomiting?

Neo- No.

Sneha- Do you feel nauseated?

Neo- Yes.

That's our boy.

Neo empties the sugar bowl into his fruit porridge, and adds honey to it all and says, "Too sweet!". Neo has chocolate porridge for lunch. He is definitely credited for the discovery of the BHAGSU cake, which has now honorarily been named the NIMSA cake, after Neo.

If he chooses to take it Neo has a great career in advertising. He can come up with taglines like,
"No free French Fries, and say yes to Social responsibility".

His highly creative style of posing for photos can also make him the next hottest thing on the runways of Europe.

Neo has a unique style of playing CS. That's Counter Strike for all those bozos out there. He hides, and hides till everyone is dead and then goes around killing people. People are baffled at his talent to find new places to hide, in that same dust2 map!

Neo makes the world more colorful. Neo makes the earth go round. Neo completes our class.

Here's a trivia question,
What does Bin in Osama Bin Laden stand for?

Osama Believes in Nimesh Laden.

As the title of the post says, We Believe in Nimesh.
 Do you?

By:
G BIN Sneha BIN Sindhu

With much valued inputs from:
Zonun BIN Thara
Bharatendu BIN Agarwal a.k.a Yo BIN Daddy
Shashank BIN Amarnath
Divya BIN Sood.

and the man himself, Nimesh Jha. Respect.

Happy.Satisfied.Content.

In another parallel universe she is a long haired musician. She sings songs about the world at large, and the things dear to her. She sings for herself, she sings for the world, she sings when she is happy, and she sings when she is sad. In that same parallel universe, she drives a Candy Blue Beetle. She lives in the free spirited London of the 70's. The London where there is great music, good food, and people from all around. It was the place to be. It was the time when London became the Paris of the world.Oh yeah, and the fashion too.

Most evenings, she used to take long walks along the Thames to get away from those horrible power cuts. She used the time to come up with new music, strumming her guitar and singing to herself. London shined in the moon light too, as the plethora of night clubs lit up the city by night. She sang at the 'Red Moon', 3 nights a week. Those were the nights she looked forward to, it was when she met the hippies, the free thinkers, the intellectuals and Americans.

Every Friday she used to take the 2'o clock to Surrey to spend the weekends with her parents, and to simply get away from the busy London life.

In this universe she is a wavy haired law student, living 2000 miles away from home. She leaves home every January and goes back home in May. Then she leaves home every July and gets back in December. She is still unsure if the path that she has chosen for herself, many years ago, is the one that is right for her. Her life is caught between the fast paced big life of her city, and the slow life of the town she studies.

In a way, her university is like the London of the 70's, diverse people and diverse ideas. She writes when she is happy and she writes when she is sad. She writes about herself and about the world too. Unlike the London girl this one has hopes, fears and dreams. Dreams which she hopes will come true. She knows they will, like a few of them already have.

She is no guitar strumming, Thames walking musician but she sings too. Music makes her happy. She wants to learn the guitar and hopes that someday she will.

In many ways both the girls are alike, in many way they are different. In the parallel universe the Londoner does not have the plethora of friends the law student has. In the real universe the law student may not have all the family she wants but she loves the family she has. She may not get all the time to spend with her family but she makes the most of the time she does spend with them. The law student loves her friends. They are what she values the most. They make her world go round.

She may not live in London, she may not drive a Beetle, she may not know how to play the guitar, her life may not be perfect, but the girl in the real world is happy. Content. Satisfied.

Restaurant Review: Shivam Rooftop Restaurant

 The other day I was reading a food blog, and I figured, since I love food and writing I might as well just write a post about a restaurant. So one fine Friday evening Nidhi and I took the college bus to check out Shivam. This is my first attempt at something like this, so hope you enjoy it.

In old Jodhpur, near the Ghanta Ghar area, a few metres away from the famous Omelet,down a little winding is Shivam Paying Guest House. Look carefully, or you might just miss the place. There is a glass door welcoming you in. As you walk in you can't help notice the quaint yet warm atmosphere of the place. Your eyes invariably fall on that little board which says "Shivam Rooftop Restaurant, 4th and 5th Floor".

The climb up the four floors is a little hard, thanks to the huge steps and the low ceiling, tall ones out there "WATCH OUT!". Once there the view of Mehrangarh is amazing! You can also see a wide range of places from there including the Clock Tower, and also Umaid Palace. 

The best thing about the place was it was all done up in blue and had a very very holiday atmosphere. 

The menu is vegetarian, but has a lot of variety. We ordered Coffee. It was 'tres magnificient'. They gave it in a white mug with a blue design on it! The only other thing we ate were Nutella Pancakes. They were good, could have been better.Nidhi had Nutella Banana Pancakes, and from the look on her face, it was pretty obvious she Loved em.

  

The best part of the menu certainly looked like the breakfast. They have a continental breafast, which consists of Tea\Coffee, Egg to order, Butter toast and Banana Pancake. They had a wide range of Pancakes from chocolate to blueberry to banana. Their Italian is supposed to be quite good.

I would suggest this place for breakfast simply because of the sheer variety of things like Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich, and Muesli with fruit. I can also imagine watching the sunrise, sipping that coffee or eating a poached egg can only be treat to both your mouth and your eyes!

The staff are very friendly and this seems to be a favorite haunt of 'firangs'. The pricing is very very cheap, and the whole experience is very pleasant. Finding the place can be a little tricky but once you find it it's worth a try.

I ll be back once I find more to write about! Ciao :)

LIZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!"

If you hear a scream like that at 2am in the girls hostel, the three things which any normal and sane person would think are

1.There's a boy in the hostel

   (The truth: Hardly a reason to yell)

2.There's a MURDERER 

    (Truth: Yeah right, no murders here, on the sleepy little highway)

3.There's a DRAGON/TIGER/think on those lines

    (Truth:It's desert remember? They would probably have died in the heat, even if they did not they would have never gotten past the 'security' here. Our guards would have never let them in without them signing in the visitor's book!)

So, 2am when I hear Princess Z call out my name in those Psycho movie "shower stabbing" tones, I drag my fat ass off the bed and run down the corridor, to hear more yells, the reason? 

"Snehaaaaaaaaaa there's a LIZARD in my room".

I reach there to find Aditi already standing there with a broom in her hand, looking like one of those macho mafia killers. Then it begins, the pursuit, the hunt. It is usually accompanied by people yelling, standing on chairs, or generally waking up the whole hostel! After what seem like hours of chasing, yelling, swearing, moving everything in their rooms and the lizard going into call nooks and corners it can in that room, it finally decides to leave.

To get the views of an average NGHite on the existence of Lizards, one must NEVER EVER EVER ask to Zara. It's like asking Hitler about Jews, or Tennis players about streakers!

Here's what she had to say "I HATE LIZARDS! THEY ARE THE WORST THINGS TO HAVE HAPPENED TO THE EARTH. THEY DESERVE TO DIE, EVERYONE OF THEM!" Here's another snippet about our li'l princess, she happens to be in the ENVIRONMENT COMMITTEE!

I think after exams, moots and Intras, lizards are the reason why most people lose sleep. I swear by what I said. It's not only the person in whose room the lizard is that is irritated, IT IS THE GODDARN WHOLE FLOOR! 

People have tried anything and everything from Peacock feathers, to Lizard killers, but no, those little bastards keep coming back! One fine day we were in the Bushy haired girls room, she saw a lizard on the other side of her mesh and yelled! OMG!She ran to a nearby broom and starts hitting and yelling at the lizard, and Pop! The lizards falls!

Saumya- Where did it go?

Sneha - Into the cooler it went, now you can euthanize it!!

Here's what Z has to say on the mentality of lizards during on of those tedious shooieng away sessions, " These Lizards, they will not leave till they have been shooed away. They know we are shooing them!"

The other day after classes I was on my way back to my room. I saw a triumphant looking Zara standing in the corridor! "Sneha I got a bhaiyya ji to shoo away the lizard in my room"! Yeah! Go Z!

Later on gtalk,

Z- I hit a lizard with a broom!

Me-Yay!

Z-I dont think it died!

Me- How big was it?

Z-I think it was about 5cms

Me- Zara, if you hit a 5 cm Lizard with a 2 footlong broomstick,

              IT HAS TO DIE!

Today I learnt that 'people' have chased a lizard 360 degrees around a room, and the lizard went on to the ceiling and gave them a mocking look!

So here's a little request to all the lizards out there :

   BACK OFF! WE HERE IN NGH HATE YOU, WILL DO ANYTHING TO SHOO YOU AWAY!

She sat on the little rock close to the sea. The sun was slowly disappearing into the clam waters of the Pacific. As she looked at the sun, her mind wandered onto those unforgettable days. The water always seemed to calm her down. The little rock was far away from the crowds. It was her refuge. It was where she always came to think. 

It was here that she met him. It had been a particularly bad day at work. She needed to clear her head, she needed to be with herself. He was there too. At first she did not like the idea of a strange man stealing her refuge. She was taken aback, when he smiled and said, "I thought no one comes here".

She felt at home with him. She could tell him things that she could tell no one. She told him her fears, her dreams, her feelings, her inhibitions, her deepest and her darkest secrets. She loved him. She loved him more than she had loved anything before. She trusted him, she respected him. It was with him that she was herself. It was with him that she could be anyone she wanted, but for some strange reason, she always wanted to be herself.

He always knew what to say to her. He could calm her down, something very few people could do. He knew that she liked her salad with dressing at the side, he knew that she liked to watch old movies. He always held the door open for her, he always knew what songs to play, and he always got her white lilies, her favorite. More than all of this he was always there for her.

The news hit her like a sudden wave. She had not expected it. He was so dear to her. She felt angry. She felt betrayed. Oh, how she loved him. Suddenly she felt lonely. Lonely in the midst of all the well wishers who had gathered in their house. Alone, more alone than she ever was in her entire life. For the first time in many years she felt scared. She did not have his strong arm to lean onto. 

As she sat on the little rock, she remembered how she was before she met him. Then slowly she felt calm. She felt like she was with him. Her loneliness reduced and she felt a little less scared. She was no longer angry at him. As the water touched her toes, she realized that he would always stay with her.

Been there Seen that : Aisha

The movie is skin deep

The designer clothes, the uber cool locations could not make up for the lack of acting and emotion.

The Story was supposed to be an Indian adaptation of Emma. Well, it looked more like the Indian adaptation of the Alicia Silverstone starrer Clueless. Yes, there's a confused daddy's little girl who traipses around Delhi in her bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle, she tries to be a match maker, and calls everyone 'Bechara'. There is the 'oh so hot' and 'oh so angry' neighbor who tries to be distant to Aisha, but has always always been madly and deeply in love with her. Yawn. It has all the touchings of a Mills and Boons or even a Yash Chopra classic.

The clothes, the bags, the shoes, the labels, the wine, the vodka, the parties were fab, totally loved them, but there remains the almost never answerable question? Who in India dresses like that?? Did the producers think that the India public is mad? A girl who shops for three people in shops like Dior and Luis Vuitton gets a credit card bill of 53 thousand and some odd change? Really? Did Dior open a charity shop in India? Or am I in running for the next President of the United States?

Sonam Kapoor cannot act. Emma Wodehouse was a simple girl, what so we have here? A spoilt, arrogant brat! Ira Dubey for some reason always reminds me of the shrewd film critic she is in "Chicks on Flicks", in the movie she played Pinky, Aisha's best friend. Who names their kid Pinky? Abhay Deol, I did not get what his job was in the big picture? The girl who played Shefali was good. Lisa Haydon as Aarti as the NYC returned yuppie was HOT!!

In the recent years we have seen the westernization of many Indian films, whether it is the clothes or the parties. This movie just showed us how painful the over chickflickization of a hindi movie can be. A few examples
1. 6 mins into the movie, there's an engagement party. Aisha's pregnant sister is shown eating Dahi-Puri from a Martini glass!

2. Sometime later Arjun goes to Aisha's house, and she makes him a peanut butter sandwich, come on..

3. Aisha is always seen cooking things like Baked Fish or making Pot roasts, I am sorry, do we live in the same India?

4. The family eats salad for lunch, that was just the last straw.

There was not a shread of emotion, as Zara put it, not even when Aisha's sister's baby girl is born. The clothes may have been designer at the beginning of the movie, but as the movie progresses, the clothes of the other characters like Pinky and Shefali start to look wannabe. Infact, there's this one outfit of Pinky's the one that she wears when Aisha comes to make up with her, after their little tiff, when they are sitting on the hybrid of the treehouse and sandpit thing, which looks like the ones you get on Janpath. I hope you get what I am getting at. For the slow ones here's a hint- budget, cuts, movie.

Also it was like a lesson on surrogate advertising. L'oreal was everywhere. Aisha only used
l'oreal makeup, lip gloss, nail paint, lip stick. There was scenes where Sonam's make up was a tad too much, like the scene where she first meets Shefali. Her face looks an unnatural white with all the make up. There's another scene, where she's talking to her aunt, sitting in her house, where her add on eye lashes make her look scary! So much for make up.

There is nothing new about the movie, Emma or no Emma. Maybe we have seen too many of these kind of movies. Maybe for a serial chick flick watcher like me, it's cliched. Watch it if you want. Watch it for the clothes, the shoes, the wine and the locations. Watch it for Dior, Luis Vuitton and L'oreal and nothing else.

Out of the three of us who went, two say TRASH IT. And one says CATCH IT!
Talk about giving Ira Dubey a taste of her own medicine. :P

Mid-(College) Life Crisis and THE RAT!

 The above term was coined by Sandeep Chaitanya aka Eccentric Highness aka Weirdo aka a fat load of other things.  Yeah, I am not kidding. The year started, I am not exactly the oldest , nor the youngest in the University. I am bang! right in the middle. When I got back to college after that amazing Summer break, I felt alone. Yes, there were no faces I could recognize! It was like I joined a new College. I missed the old faces, the seniors who had an aura about them, I missed the people who walked around the College and you know you respected them, nope no such faces this time around. Maybe I am too 'old' to look upto the current bunch of the fifithies, or maybe for me they will always be the 'third years' I met back in the first semester.

Geez, did I just say that? I mean back in the first sememster! Whao!

The fact that everyone's turning 20 and the knowledge that I am turning twenty in a little more that a month is also affecting my daily activities! Ahh, the unavoidable journey from being a teen to a tween!

Once classes started, everything seemed soo monotonous. The same people, the same faces, and infact the same jokes! Yes Pritha, you can get boring too, but that does not mean I love you any less. We tease the same people with the same old things, and the same places to go out to. I am sure you get what I mean. It's painful.

When I think of the first semester when tests meant getting scared, and presentations meant rehearsing in your room the night before, or moots mean working the whole week, and getting all nervous before a moot, just makes me laugh at myself, and how naive I was back then. Well, the best moot marks I got till now, in this semester was on a memo I made in about 3 hours! I think I am getting old.

I think this semester has gotten onto everyones nerves, how else do you expect so many intra withdrawals? We lounge classes and listen to Sastas the whole day. Somehow, our class comes up with new ones.

Everyday at dinner I see the same things listed on the DMD white board, I stare and stare and stare at it for atleast five minutes before I make a choice, and poor Dilip ji does not understand my dilemma.

THE RAT

The most exciting thing that happened in my class till now is THE RAT. Yes, ladies and gents an old dying rat made an appearence in my class earlier today. It went from inside the podium to the High Chair of our class. It sat there for about a little more than an hour, during which time attempts were made to make sure it stayed in its place. My class people were seen taking photos and videos of it, and Rao even got a photo with it, one of those Taj Mahal tip touching photos, only here its a big,fat, ugly, old rat!

People were seen getting all excited about the fact that it peed on itself! I heard someone say, this can be the reason for free attendance. There was also a lot of yelling, and running away from class!
However in the third hour, just after breakfast, a certain teacher shooed it away causing all the drama to end!

If this continues, this crisis, soon I'll withdraw to my room and will not come out, like Miss Havisham!

Here's one a few sastas to finish the post:

Sneha- I want to work in a place that rains everyday.

Pritha- GO work in the amazon!

Sneha- But I want Singapore....

Pritha- Amazon.com, silly!

(I know what this joke must have done to your brain!)


Ok, here's one from last semester

Surya- The barbers of India protested again, the name Billu Barbar, so they changed it!

Sneha- To what? Billu the Hairdresser?

(LAMENESS EXPOSED!)

Ciao!

HIGH!

I don't exactly know what I am going to put up in this post. No idea. Maybe I'll think of something as the post progresses. So, first of all I'd like to wish all of you out there a happy friendship day!

Moving on, the rain Gods seem to have taken a sudden liking to Jodhpur, which for a rain freak like me is a good thing. The college looks amazingly pretty (Sorry Aditi, I know you are not supposed to use two adjectives in a sentence, but still I can't resist), there are little mushrooms growing on the sides of the football field. Well, yeah I actually walked on the footie field on the way to the brand new library! Yes, bigger but not necessarily better. It's funny for once, I get to use my umbrella in the rain and not the sun, yes my pretty blue umbrella.

On to some VSFC news now: A recent bid for takeover by a certain group of people from NLU, was not carried out, thanks to the fact that the AFU is apparently bringing in a new team! NAICE! The team has a new owner now, Virendra Kumar, more about him will be revealed in my next week's post which deals exclusively with VSFC 1.1 (copyright Thara).

NLU has not gotten over its obsession with Superman Tshirts! Come on guys, they are soo class 10th! Everyday you see at least two people wearing that shirt, and the only saving grace, is that it comes in different colors...well saving us from monotony and from ripping their heads off their shoulders!

My favorite Tshirt of the semester (till now)- Ketki's Benetton wala ROMA tee. Elegant, graceful, simply AWESOME.

I got all crazy yesterday and realized that I needed to bust some stress, since I could not go swimming just then, and the urge to let it all out was killing me, I finally took the dust off my music books. Yeah, maybe that was the effect of my whole summer 'review' music classes, more like remedial ones or Laxmi teachers "You sound like an OX now", I dunno, but I sang for a little more than an hour. My voice did not shake, nope it did not let me down, was not very awesome or anything, but it STOOD THE STRAIN. Maybe there will come a day when I'll be able to sing for five or six hours without really getting tired, just like the old times.

Effect of that, well I needed cheering up but but it acted as a drug, got me all fired up! and also got me some comp'lie'ments and invitations or rather threats to sing in birthday parties. First times are free, but I'll charge from the second time around, no jokes here. My facebook status message got a lot of likes, but I am still high!

Well, what can you say, had a fabulous Friendship day, Taj Breakfast, slept the whole day, CCD in the evening, and Zara and Aditi's Aloo curry! Today was a fairytale. :)

Well, I guess that's all for today, folks..cya later!

Here's a little joke to end things

Thara- Hey, I came up with something..

Sneha- What?

Thara- See if you fail or have low attendance, there's a nice excuse to tell the VC..

Sneha- Which is....

Thara- Well , sir I was getting 'high on life' just like the posters said! "GET HIGH ON LIFE NOT ALCHOHOL".

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.