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India, Female, 22, live on tonnes of books, lots of music, much more hope, some incoherent philosophising, and swear by Ayn Rand and Pink Floyd. Very stubborn and don't want to change. Trying very hard to become an engineer. In love with life... And Newton :)

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Life in archives
04/01/2004 - 05/01/2004
05/01/2004 - 06/01/2004
06/01/2004 - 07/01/2004
07/01/2004 - 08/01/2004
08/01/2004 - 09/01/2004
09/01/2004 - 10/01/2004
10/01/2004 - 11/01/2004
11/01/2004 - 12/01/2004
12/01/2004 - 01/01/2005
01/01/2005 - 02/01/2005
02/01/2005 - 03/01/2005
03/01/2005 - 04/01/2005
04/01/2005 - 05/01/2005

Blog Truths
"Can I be as I believe myself or as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and unknowable me, unknown and unknowable for myself. Here is where I create the legend where I must bury myself."
--Miguel De Unamuno.

Current read

Linking Park
Book-A-Minute
Paperbacks: Love And Longing In Bombay -Vikram Chandra, Eleven Minutes -Paulo Coelho (Still trying! Can't get past the S&M bit. THE BOOK SUCKS!)
E-books: Da Vinci Code -Dan Brown


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Tuesday, February 22, 2005
For The Three Musketeers!

Isn't it surprising how when you get nostalgic, all the pictures of the past that fill your mind are the ones that you least expected to remember?

Like Priya rolling on the floor laughing like the craziest person on earth on her very 1st day in the hostel, and me thinking "Here's a girl who has the potential to match my volume!"

Like Pari deciding to go for a walk in her bathroom slippers and asking me if I'd get embarrassed. Yeah right like I didn't have my volume (obvious pun intended!) to get embarrassed about...

Like Rish's nervous voice when we played the most common phone prank of all times on her in the 2nd week of college, and her dramatic "I have got myself into major trouble" when she told us about it the other day...

Like hogging on watery maggi with my Amitabh Bachchan spoon on our first "get together" of sorts...

Like getting lost the very 1st time Rish and went all the way to ABC to buy books that were available in Mahesh Book Depot 5 minutes away from college...

Like Shreya and I doing our little jig for the world when the open air theatre was being built...

Like getting all nutrition conscious during prep leave...

Like those pre-result jitters...

Like those tapori dances...

Like those endless talks of B schools and how they don't have any other choice but to take us in...

Like our regular doses of PNPC...

Like those broomstick adventures of the witches...

Like slapping each others' backs at the sight of surds...

Like those night outs and fake signatures...

Like beer in ricks...

Like those facials and pedicures...

Like those weekly decisions to go on morning walk in vain attempts to lose those tyres...

Like never managing to wake up on time...

Like taking endless print outs through the night a day before submissions...

Like those midnight birthday parties...

Like the taste of kheer that Priya and Rish's very teacherly-motherly roomie made for us...

Like our adopted mommies feeding us puri bhaaji and pampering us to death...

Like Priya falling in love with my adopted "bapu"...

Like 5 people huddled in one room all through our first prep leave...

Like getting kicked outta the dormitory because we whistled at guys and made strange noises at them at 12 at night...

Like Rish "ecstatically smiling" about us getting kicked outta the dorm into the main hostel buliding...

Like Pari crashing to sleep the minute she entered the room...

Like Priya and I pinning each other down and doing this little cat fight for a Mills and Boon that neither of us ended up reading...

Like sitting next to the VCC phone almost all of Sunday morning waiting to hear from home...

Like those late night palm reading sessions during prep leave...

Like that yucky coffee that kept Shreya and me up for 3 nights in a row...

Like a wee li'l bit of butter in maggi tasting like heaven at 3 in the morning...

Like laughing at every guy in campus and becoming friends with them later...

Like our very first coffee at NC (the nescafe outlet in campus, just in case!)...

Like mess waale anna asking us to be a little softer in the mess...

Like inventing ways to eat daal with minimum effort...

Like those basketball matches...

Like that broken knee that I couldn't get over, even though that knee wasn't mine...

Like canteen waale anna and all his weird nicknames for us...

Like those movie plans that were made through bathroom ventilators...

Like Priya and I falling in love with a new guy every second day, and how almost every time the guy used to be the same, albeit with a little time lapse here and there...

Like planning to get married and burning our moms-in-law to death...

Like deciding weird wedding gifts and buying weirder birthday gifts...

Like our share of frustrations, failures, fights, fetishes, feats...

Like talks of husband shopping...

Like banging doors...

Like...

Here's to you Priya, Pari and Rish! You've seen the best AND the worst in me and I can't imagine things being any different. Or any better. In three months time, things will change forever. Only hoping we don't.Here's to the wonder called US! *grin*

Dunno when and if I told you this and if I did, dunno if I meant it as much as I do right now. I love you. Totally.

Ok.. Forget all that I just said... It's not time yet for such syrupy goodbye speeches! About time we rushed to NC... :D

Edited to add
Like taking MAJOR panga with BE Mechanical Bhai log when we were in the 1st year, and taking junior-senior relationship to an entirely new level... Am still wondering how I forgot this one in the first round!

And the list goes on... :)


Saturday, February 19, 2005
Better Off Dead?

...And if I stared too long
I'd probably break down and cry...

Of failure
And the blame game
Of insomnia
And sad mid mornings
Of weekend blues
And loneliness
Of lost opportunities
And wasted time
Of lost love
And moments of weakness
Of all the hurt
And the betrayals
Of frozen tears
Craving for warmth
Of existential angst
And the like.

...And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by...

Dear Mr God Sir, your little game that is my life isn't funny any more. How fucking long do you intend to keep me stuck in this rut? I can't say I can't take it any longer, given how insentient you've deliberately made me, but I really don't want to anymore. Do something about it now, will you? It's about time too.

Where do we go
Where do we go now
Where do we go
Sweet child o' mine


Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Rediscovery Channel

In the last one week I have come to realise/ recognise/ understand/ rediscover/ retiterate upon the fact that...

... I look absolutely RAVISHING in a sari. Yeah, a self-confessed narcissist, That's what I am!

... there's a huge difference between intellect/intelligence, and pseudo-intellect. And it shows.

... I had been a big fool for the first 20 years of my life. The kind of things that I've fallen for, the "pseudoisms"... Everything. I cringe at the thought! Suddenly everything's started falling into place!

... I totally SUCK at dancing, but that's the one thing that makes me the happiest, the resemblence to a bulldozer on fire notwithstanding!

... I write for myself, especially what I like to believe is poetry.

... I like all the khoosat people in college, including my deeeeaaaarrrr stud of a principal! One of these days am going to post his pic here. He's fast catching up with my list of 50+ love interests. LOL! Ladies, hold your breaths!

... I have way too many "love interests" in the world for my own good. And the things that actually matter are unspoken of... That's what life is about I guess.

... much as I want to believe I get along with all sorts of people, I don't. All I do is make fun of them.

... August Rain, Neele Neele Ambar Pe, and Lucky Lips are three of my favourite songs of all times, all the hard rock and death metal of the world notwithstanding! This falls in the category of rediscovery, just in case.

... in my overflowing cupboard, I hardly own 5 things that I actually love. I need to do some serious shopping, and some serious overhauling of my cupboard. Yeah like I wish! Who am I fooling? The way I've been spending, I won't be surprised if my parents decide to force certain brilliant rules regarding money on me really soon!

... the BEST thing about the Pune Caferati Meet was Heretic's absolutely SEXY (in a very nice kinda way mind you ;);)) date for the evening. (Ah feels amazing, I finally put it out in public!) And of course the cutoe Siddo and Inky! Come to think of it, they were the ONLY good things about the meet, apart from the free lunch and the amazing coffee of course, thanks to Heretic!

... Men are morons. Period.

... Mitthhoo is a biiiiiig time flirt! Women of the blogworld, don't trust his innocent looks, he's a devil in disguise. Picture this. My birthday was on 8th of last month, and he sends me my birthday gift 3 days before valentines! And that too a book called LOVE AND LONGING IN BOMBAY. Beat that!! And of course, his mushy mushy messages are proof enough. And that's not all, that asssss actually went to this city where my bestest blog pal stays for V-day. And he told me he'll hug and kiss her for ME! Saaaala flirt! :P:P

... sometimes you can write a 17 page letter and still be vague about what you're trying to say. And sometimes all you say is one SIMPLE line, no pseudo-intellect and corny emotions involved, and WHOA! You know I'm talking about you. Thank YOU! :) That's the best thing anyone has EVER said to me.

... my best valentine of all times was this little genius! Bachcha if you're reading this, I love you too! And you'll get your V-day chocs really soon! :D

... it's not always easy to be resilient and upbeat. Sometimes life manages to catch up with you at regular intervals.

... Which is not such a bad thing after all. At least it makes you sit in the library for a couple of hours. LOL!

... we're one hell of a weird group of "gal pals". Almost everyone bitches about almost everyone else with almost everyone else. And we love each other all the same! At least I think we do... I do, for one! (This one is grossly politically incorrect. I'm being read. Ahem ahem! LOL!)

... vodka and Sprite can be a deadly concoction if the drinks aren't mixed properly and the vodka manages to stay settled at the bottom. The kick one gets after the last sip is unmatched, no matter how little vodka they have in their drink!

... I can easily get addicted to smoke if I don't get a grip. After a couple of puffs here and there in the last 1 and a half months, when I saw J smoking last night, I felt that cig belonged to my lips. That's more than enough to press the panic button. I've had my share of adventure/nautanki.

... rock really is religion!

And that reminds me... Nemesis is playing in our college tonight. If that doesn't cure my mid-week crisis, nothing will!


Monday, February 07, 2005
Tralala la la la!

Sorry for the rather unimaginative title, but that's what I feel like right now! Yet again I had an absolutely amazing weekend... Here goes-

Friday-
Friday evening was Yoss' birthday treat at Pizza Hut. And the cheapo that I am, I didn't eat a thing all day. LOL! A tropical salad, innumerous glasses of pepsi, 2 medium and a large Chick 'n Spicy and Chicken supreme, an ebony and ivory (ah.. the connection, the connection!) later, the biker gang of 6 left for YET ANOTHER ROCK SHOW... Vayu playing at Jazz Gardens. And like I'd said after the last Vayu performance, it was awesome! And since I was probably the only female who was headbanging to beat all headbanging, the lead vocalist fell in love with me, or so I'd like to believe! There's something about singers that makes me fall for them head over heels, no matter how dirty their showmanship is. At NJJBTB, the guy was totally decent, but this time, the showmanship got a little too much for the "innocent, little me"! But the fact that he sung everything that I screamed for makes me want to forgive his cheap thrills on stage. LOL! The show ended much earlier than we wanted it to... DAMN THE FREAKING 10:30 PM LIMIT! So we had to grudgingly leave the venue for Barista.


Saturday-
Got back to college at around 11:30 in the morning and that was followed by some frantic phone calls for the mini version of bloggers meet that happened that evening. At Barista obviously! And the meet was graced by... Hold your breaths ladies and gentlemen... The Queen of Blogs... Her Highness Toinks! The others present were Meera (does she blog??), KQ ("ex blogger"), Sailor uncle, and the youngest blogger on rediff, JW-Jr (this 8 yr old kid scares and amazes me at the same time... Read his blog and you'll know what I mean!). And that's not all... JIJJJJAAAAJJJJJJEEEE had come too. Ladies, he's cuuuuuute, charming, and crazy. What more can you ask for? :D:D:D

With people like that, it had to be a fun evening. And to add to the fun was Apple cake with hot chocolate sauce and ice cream, walnut brownie with hot chocolate and ice cream, and capuccino! That, ladies and gentlemen, is what you call bliss! :)


Sunday-
The original plan was to visit NDA and ogle at the uniformed men (Most of them are probably younger than us... But what the heck! I've been feeling like a paedophile recently! Stop smirking, I'm serious... I'm in love with a FIRST YEAR STUDENT IN MY COLLEGE!! What's the world coming to??) But that did not happen, so it was a rather lazy Sunday. And guess what, I actually managed to study a bit too. LOL!


Monday-
(Yeah baby B-) I can hear the groans of you poooor souls who have been sitting in your stuffy air conditioned offices all day!) I watched Black. Pretty early for a Sanjay Leela Bhansali movie, considering the rush for tickets to his movies.) SLB has outdone himself. It's easily one of the best movies in the history of Indian Cinema. Like TOI correctly put it, it's the first real crossover movie. Almost every dimension of human relationships have been portrayed beautifully... Parent-child relationship, sibling rivalry and the love that's beyond and beneath it, teacher-student relationship, and the cliched man-woman relationship, only with an entirely new angle to it. I guess it takes brilliant men like Sanjay Leela Bhansali and Amitabh Bachchan to make a such a happy movie out of a depressing theme. Rani Mukherjee has outdone herself yet again. But the real star of the movie is the kid who plays Rani's younger counterpart in the movie. The film magically portrays the angst, the dreams, the whole range of emotions of a person for whom the world is nothing more than a big black hole... And surprisingly one doesn't feel bad for the protagonist. One cries for her failures, but doesn't pity her once. One feels ecstatic during her moment of glory, her graduation. I guess that was the aim of the movie, and it's a job very very well done.

The movie is a cryfest of sorts. Imagine a row of 17 girls sobbing away to glory every time something happy/sad/cute/funny happened. LOL! That said, go get the tix to the first show you can manage to catch. You wouldn't want to miss it!


Yeah so that's about it. Life somehow has begun to suck a lot less in the past few days. LOL!



Friday, February 04, 2005

Janaza agar unke dar se guzre,
Thodi der rukwa dena...
Hath uthe agar duan ke liye,
Chehre se kafan utha dena...
Aur wajah poochhe maut ki,
Toh
ENGINEERING bata dena.

I rest my case.