Room No. 109...

"Father i wanna do journalism... only in Christ and nowhere else".. Father gives me his ever famous dont- you -know- who -you -are- talking -to look.. I take a step backwards. Still determined to change his mind.. His penetrating eyes look into my application form as i hit myself once more for that screwed up hand writing. He frowns " Mount carmel is a good college". I reluctantly agree, " yes father but too many girls". i say with all the innocence i could manage to find!

And the rest is history! no sorry, Psychology! wink

That was my passport to enter JPEng room no. 109, my home-to-be for three years. How do i sum it up in a few words? ( i suck at maths ) where do i begin from, gosh i always had a starting problem!

Naresh Sir.. a complete man (no he doesn wear raymond) Walking encyclopedia and someone i have grown to love, adore, respect and admire. Never seen someone so humble and down to earth, never mind his height!! ya, whatever!

Anu.. My best friend! so similar yet different! from drooling over guys to bitching about them, from KFC to shine, from poetry to lovelorn songs, from being a rebel to losing control( you know what i mean) we have done it all! Sobbing together opposite the island cos apparently life was being a bitch! eating frankie and naming the drooling dog you know what! Shit! cant believe its all over. thanks for being there. love ya woman! We shall die together! Crazy Nuts

Boms.. Bald and the Handsome! every thing suits you dude. You are awesome. Were always there whenever i needed a boulder to cry on!! Saale sudhar ja.. Will never forget how we used to plan and irritate people! partners in crime!! Thanks for just being there.

Shashank.. Its the time to disco!! our first movie together and the rest is tragedy!! he he every minute spent with you was hmm.. umm... like a rollercoaster ride! We hold the record for maximum number of battles fought, won and lost!! But the point is we are still going strong... So what if we cant play cards?? we can get the rebound and shoot a three pointer all at the same time! apun dono dost! sorry for the crap and thanks for being there when you were not needed! he he

Snehu.. Birds of the same feather flock together.. or was it casablanca! Sorry for ruining Dc team! i was the 'DUMB' part of the game! whole lot of fun! lot of gadbad, some loose connections some disformed ideas some assumptions but at the end of the day we are part of the same team!! so wont miss you he he

Jena.. mad or what! i have a whole post dedicated to you, not writing anymore! you taught me the biggest lesson of my life. Thanks for everything.i owe you a lot, most of all an apology. forgetting you would be instant death! aha big words for someone who is already self obsessed! love ya.

Many more to go.. too overwhelmed with emotion. I thought i wouldn miss college but look at me! Cant tell you guys how much you mean to me! lack of words sorry! poor vocab!
Last but not the least thanks to Fr. V without whose patience and tolerance "WE" wouldn have been possible!! So lucky to have met you all, had no choice actually.

You taught me that its really not 'a friend in need is a friend indeed' a friend in greed would be more like it!!

Three years.....
Laughter
Love
Heart Breaks
Leg Breaks
Movies
RAng de..
Basket Ball
Cricket ( the opposition had NO BALLS to face defeat, so we did!! )
Shine ( Cheta oru chaya)
Cultural analysis ( zzzzzzzzz...zzzz ik choti si long story)
Jasmines and Marigolds ( what the....)
Ass you like it....
Brave macbethththt
NCC and RD
Subramaniam
Kiosk cheta
book shop uncle
post-modernism ( mr. anil pinto rocks)
oh my mazza!
BU results! ( this shall never pass)
Class trip ?
Again love
Again heart break
but still hoping for the best.......
Thats the spirit of being a christite! so march on!!

PS: did you know the frequently asked question in christ college campus is Wassup? you know why? with heads held high..... sorry sad joke .. and heart so strong!!

hey next class in room no. 109! we so wish!

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding...

College day came and went. Dint realise it would get over so fast. i danced i danced !! Cant thank San enough for bringing us all together. Rang de basanti to lose control, man what an awesome journey and check out the overwhelming response. "can i make a suggestion?", " We can do like, one more time", "i wanna dance for Ari Ari" all this and more. San would shout and scream at the top of his voice " people shut up, you girls talk too much" how much time does it take to put steps for lose control?" And how much time did you guys take for ari ari?? saala faltu mein chillata hai!

Oh those addayein for kajrare, i had to practice in front of the mirror in my loo some thousand times to be able to get that so called prostituty look. But it was fun. Though i was told to behave myself several times by our beloved choreographer even though it was never my mistake( not always, come on man!) People told me i dance like a guy!! Its so much easier, trust me! just bite your lower lip and shake your head, thats all. On the final day, frankly speaking i was shit scared. Group hugs were doing the rounds backstage. Prayers, "all the best", have fun and all those words in the background just bounced off my head, but got registered somewhere. As soon as our team name was announced, i sensed a weird 'sensation' in my stomach, gulp!!
my throat was dry.

Its dark. I wait for Danny to enter from the other side, she is waiting for me!! oh god! Someone pushed me and i obediently walked on stage. Smoke and darkness. Ding ding ding ding ding ding... After that i dont remember a thing. Crowd went crazy.. They were howling, i was like screw everything. even if i make a mistake iam not gonna stop for anything in the world!! What enjoyment, what fun. seriously i had the time of my life. we got a standing ovation! can you beat that? Post-performance, group hugs, " you guys rocked". "you looked so cute on stage", " you guys are the best"! All the hard work paid off. Then we started getting offers to perform on different occassions and even if we dint we invited ourslves to perform. All for the love of dance.

For me it was a dream come true to dance in college before i leave. A cherished memory. My dance team rocks! Thanks guys. Wish we had done this earlier.

Oh i danced for Ari Ari finally! And also with my very good friend who loves dancing as much as i do but would never come for practice sessions!! At the end of it all, i wish for more. just some more time.... Imagine hours and hours of practice for a seven minute sexy performance which rocks the crowd and gets them on their feet, what more can we ask for? I started with a colourful-all-is-well song, went on to become a sexed up prostitute(slut is the word), became a rebel!! all in one go. Aha! experience. Good josh people.

My dil goes hmm....

Stub on his chin, shirt tucked in, smile on his lips and life in his eyes... and boy! I stop, stand and stare.. oblivious of everyone and everything around me. My eyes search him, my feet freeze. Time stops.. He opens his mouth to say something, not to me, to someone else and for that moment i wanna be that person and every other person he talks to.. Its amazing how life can be a bitch at times. when something is right in front of you, you cant see it, when it vanishes, thats when you realise what you have lost.. how incredibly irritating would that be??
He holds my hand, i lose myself. He looks at me and i think God! if looks could kill i would be six feet under!! Love a? No da. Its just a phase that iam going through! Wink

Love is not a red rose, candle light dinner, a long walk on the beach side early in the morning( are you kidding me, who the f will get up so early?) its not a saga of oh! iam yours and you are mine, body, mind and soul! ( boring boring..)

Love is when you are blabbering your ass off, without a care in the world about the listener's tolerance level, when every stupid song you listen to suddenly makes sense ( those stupid rap numbers and remixes included).. when all you want from him is to call your name and say " take care of my books".. my heart hops, skips and jumps everytime he says "you look nice"..
Aiyo! i love him.. He shoots a sexy basket. i clap till my hands go blood red( more often than not its an oh-finally-he-managed-to-get-that-one clap) He turns, smiles and winks!! my dil goes hmmmm...... and i do a la la la la

but there is a flip side.. i tell him you are awesome he says, this love has taken its toll on me, you said goodbye too many times before.. Guilty as charged i stand. head down but heart full.
yes iam mad.. If love isnt madness, it aint love!! profound thought.. not mine of course, iam too pre occupied with you know what duh!!

Its so cool to just be happy and float in this feeling and wish for it to last forever.. he he ya right, aur koi kaam nahi hai kya?? trust me thats how it is. like a see saw, up once and down again! Life is a game after all, isnt it!?

Happy Birthday Rahul!!

I love this guy. i really do. He turns 33 today. phew!! The first time i saw him play was in 1996, i remember, i was small ( like i am big now!) and pretty ( goes without saying) that cover drive with the full face of the bat! four runs and i was waiting to see the dude, cursing the cameramen who never show what i wanna see but just the repeated highlights of the ball going to the boundary! now tats door darshan for you in star sports!! And finally that tiny head (with loads of grey matter, mind you) and an extremely well groomed, decent looking lad, who had i-am-nothing-but-a-nice-guy written all over the Wall... and there i go!! i wouldn call it a crush and make it sound like just one of my numerous drool episodes, this was the ultimate.. i love it jus love it, when we beat the English in their own backyard, still chanting, Simon go back!!
Trust me nothing gives me a high, than watching those who ruled over us for 200 f ing years, lose in their own game!! and he scores a century on debut.

I can go on and on about him and never stop ever. but its not only love, but also respect. I did not fall for him because he was or rather is 'cute' but because he has extraordinary patience and exemplary talent and most importantly a firm head on his shoulders. you might say what about sachin tendulkar?? i like him too, have always, will always, considering he plays with the heaviest bat in the world and manages to create and break records in a span of a blinking second is a feat in itself. his shots are handsome and he is humble to the core.

But this post is dedicated to the man who stuck to the book, literally!! never losing hope ever. dropped out of the one day team, who is the captain now??!! howzzat??!!

Happy Birthday Rahul! For the world you might be the Wall, but for me YOU ROCK!!

Say Cheeeeese!!!

Click!! And there goes our Snap!! should i call myself over ambitious or simply outta my mind?? SNAP test man!! why cant they just let us get into Symbi? i know choti choti aankhein aur bade bade sapne.. forty da forty. che sharam aani chahiye. Armed with a pen which i rhought was mightier than the sword and my unprepared little brain, i went with all the guts in the world to write a national exam and not to mention the undeniable hope to clear it! what the... f was i thinking??

you know what, i used to always hate my snaps when they used to get 'developed' (atleast somewhere) now i know why!! pun intended.. i wanna get into symbi!!
never mind.. i should have just listened to my bro when he said just get married!!!
ya right! send me a snap of the dude first and see what negative markin i give! bloody!!
You dont have to be in Symbiosis Institute Of mass communication to be able to give Negative marks. screw you screw you. wish i could tell the people ibn symbi what they have lost!!!
but winners never quit and quiterrs never win!! someday the world will see in the newspaper, my SNAP!!! wait and watch! ha

So Finally!!

After a lot of deliberation and a world of unretraceable thought, i finally have a blog of my own!!! YE YE.. Dont know why iam super excited.Its just that when nothing is happening, you should just make things happen. And look at me now. Iam dyslexic.I could never get the funda of blogging.I mean, why would anyone want to write stuff about themselves and their lives and hope for people to read their crap and on top of that give their ever so valuable comments?? How jobless! Not really.

I dont know about others but for me blogging is like trying a new flavour of ice cream!! Now i really dont know how it is connected but like i said (oh actually i dint)this blog is gonna be extremely weird, considering the person who is writing it. And for all dimwits, that person is me.. In other words, iam short and cho chweet!! Short for others (i really dont think iam short, iam not that tall!) but i do think iam really sweet,cute,pretty,smart,awesome, out-of-the-world et al. Modesty sucks. Seriously. And iam also dyslexic as you would have figured out by now. so thats it for now. I need to undyslexify myself and then... there i go again!! oh ya! let me tell you about my 'life is like that' thingy. Actually i tried a whole lot of Helen looking (means beautiful, just coined it, told you i was talented) words and phrases, to my utter dismay and for the benefit of my poor memory it dint work. Kya kare? Life is like that!!