Friday, 27 February 2009

Saturated


12.30 am, 25 Feb 2009

Grey fog clouds my mind
numbers, letters shine through
Bright orange, pink
seared into my head
molecules rearranging
skewed logic, like carefully choreographed dancers
papers, papers, spilled all around
frantic hunt for pens on the table
why is all the paper always gone?
scribblescribble numbers words
cat on table, balefully stares
golden eyes, reproachful looks
long words terms phrases
eyes move over page
yawwn.
hands reach out, coffee, coffee!!
Gulp. over.
The fog clears.
I sigh.
I study.
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And so it goes. I've finished portion and I'm doing the whole thing again. I'm also addicted to old hindi filmi music. And movies, old ones. Exam-time afflictions.
Of my friends I shall speak?
Vagi and her beau, well, they're not supposed to be talking till the boards are over. So they (at least the Beau) make Jan's life hell.
Beau, if you're reading this, you are turing into a WOMAN. you hear?
Peace out, back to Padosan (toldja)

Thursday, 19 February 2009

Countdown.

10 days. 10. T-E-N. Seems unreal.

"We're so screwwed!!" Vagi whisper-screamed at me in math tuts.
"Be positive!" I mutter back. Somehow, calming others down helps me. temporarily.
She gives me a look.
"No, I'm A positive."
So now my bad humor streak has bitten her too.

Or it's probably exam stress that makes Jan and Vagi laugh at even the worst of my jokes. But hey, it keeps me happy, so I ain't complaining.
Peace out, study on.

Saturday, 14 February 2009

Happy.........

Commercial exploitation of love day
fling day
single-depression day
cliche day
mushy-eyes-gooey-smiles day
red decorations day
protests and raids day
frilly day
make-out day
'anti-Indian culture' day.
'Pink chaddi' day
sexy lingerie day
'Big plans' day
love day



in short, Happy Valentine's day


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* credit for the first two goes to Shail. rest is all mine.

Thursday, 12 February 2009

Farewell to a new beginning??

"That doesn't make sense!" S said as he looked up from my farewell invitation card during board-prac-week. "I mean, what the hell??"
No, we told him, it's like, Farewell *cheers* to a new beginning!! Like a toast.
Aah.

After two-or-more-weeks of roaming around with the Farewell on the brain, it was finally here. Yay and all that. Saris were draped, hair was combed, fingers were crossed, I even went very out of character and bought blue eyeliner! And we just prayed that the 11th graders would give us a better farewell than what we gave our seniors.

So I get to school to find that out of our girl-gang, only Snoopy's turned up, looking all 80's style diva fab in a black sheer sari with big hair. Then I find Vagi (short for Vagina, that's my nickname for her, how it started is another -entirely clean- story*) in pale blue chiffon, and she's actually listened to us and let her hair down. And Jan, in pink. With a haircut. After the usual eye-sweep pver the crowd, who's wearing what, etc, we made our way into the hall and found our seats. Sneh etc finally turn up and we proceed to enjoy the great show the 11ths put on for us.
There were the usual songs, dances, and a special dance by two of the council guys to an 'emotional song'....tu cheez badi hai mast mast.....which has us, well, me, rolling in laughter.
We were uncharacteristically effervescent, excited, obviously, at being together again after so long......Basically we went mad, cracking bad jokes, passing comments, screaming our throats out.....

I didn't tear up. I didn't get nostalgic. I didn't get all emo. And now, I really wonder why. I mean, I've been in the same school for 12 years, and it's made me who I am now.......I guess it hasn't really sunk in yet...

Then the school awards........pretty cool, really, Snoopy won Miss Genius, I won Miss talented, so all happy-happy.
Unfortunately the pic they flashed on screen for the nominations, that was the passport photo i took two years ago. Where I looked like a guy. Not even androgynous. Shit. I got a lot of ribbing about that.

All too soon, it was over and it was picture time, clickclick!!!
And then we split, sneh snoopy anki subin went bowling, I went to the Farewell after-party woth Jan, Vagi, S and Rak.
And then when we get there I found out that two of the girls I went with are suddenly part of a couple. And plan to spend the night cozying up the the other half of their respective couples. And Jan wasn't in a dancy mood. And I was.
So I danced. Under the neon lights (which made anyone wearing bright colours look like a traffic signal) and the psychedelic-y posters, I danced. I danced alone, then I danced with the girls from 12 A, I danced with RK, and then when my feet hurt, I watched the couples on the floor, not bothering with the music or the beat, just happy to be with each other. Got a bit lonely (so what's new...), went and sat with Jan, had a little heart to heart about her situation and all, laughed at the glo-in-the-dark-couple (Vagi was wearing white, so was the other.) then did the wise thing and spent credit international messaging a friend in Bombay. Who was mercifully awake at that time. Thanks luv, you made my night. Well, a quarter of it anyway.
And then I danced again, alone, with my eyes closed, clowing, fluorescent, letting the music and the lights wash over me, I danced like no one was watching.

And now it's all over. Now there is truly nothing left for me this year. Except for those pesky exams. And the study study.
So as usual I say, My presence here will be erratic.

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* the Vagina story, you say? well, she addresses me as 'Bum', so one day I went one step further and nicknamed her Vagina. So now she's my Vagina. See, even my vagina has a vagina!
ok that was a little too much.

Wednesday, 11 February 2009

Pink pink

In answer to the Shiv Ram Sene, Nisha Susan has started the pink chaddi campaign.
They call themselves the consortium of loose forward pub going women, because all drinking women are considered loose.
The idea is that Muthalik desperately needs love this V-day, so send him a nice pink chaddi.
It's kinda like that gandhigiri idea from Lage Raho Munnabhai. Check out the link above for more details.
In answer to these guys, someone started the pink condom campaign........saying that these Loose pub going women are advocating sluttishness and alcoholism.....and will definitely need a condom to help them.

Sigh. campaign war.
but yea, the Sena needs love. and a good beating. So send in your chaddis.

Sunday, 8 February 2009

Not the best beauty aid.........

Ok, I don't know if i've blogged about this before.....i probably have....but this one REALLY takes the cake.
In this time of daily study-related stress, I need a good laugh everyday. So I read the Mumbai Mirror.
More specifically, I read the 'ask the sexpert' column in the Mirror. Every single day.
You get the usual genuine questions about contraceptives and anal and all, but Friday's paper took the cake.

Q: I am 21 years old. I have heard that semen is good for a one's complexion. Should I use it daily, will there be any side effects?
A: Will you open a semen bank, since you will not have unlimited supply? If it was true, I am sure the beauty experts would have introduced it under an exotic name.

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For the record, todays chem paper was quite ok. I don't have to give anymore of third prelims. So now it's study all the way.
Now reading: just finished A Thousand Splendid Suns, for the second time.
Now wanting to watch: Dev D. desperately.
Now listening: Emotional atyachar, rock version obv.

Sunday, 1 February 2009

Pub problems? drink em away!

Need I even be enraged about the whole mangalore pub thing? will it make a difference?
It definitely did not make my day, seeing Pramod Muthalik's constipated face staring at me from yesterdays BT, neither did reading the article improve my mood.
Sigh. Politicians, hear me. you are no one to dictate what we eat, what we drink, what we do in rickshaws, who we hold hands with, who we hug, where we go, and what we do in our bedrooms.
Trying to be all 'traditional' and all isn't gonna help your party-image.
If all this pisses you off..........go get a drink, man, who knows, you might like it....