Being a Sister

A yellow, a red, a cream, a beige, a blue, two greens, and a fuchsia.

Threads, sparkles, pearls, and mirrors.

Silver and gold.

Twisting and training - crunches and cardio...

Less than a month to go, and I am ready for the only wedding I have always imagined about.

:-)

The Prediction

You know I do not talk maths. Almost never. But this one time when I did, the Delhi Daredevils decided to let me down.

Heard of the Fibonacci series? I came up with something similar after Delhi had played the first 11 matches this series (yea, I know it was a little late for a prediction). It won the first two. Then lost the next three. Then won the next four. Post that it lost two matches. And a series -- 2-3-4-3-2 popped in my mind! :D They would have lost a third after those two losses, which they did. And then they were to win the next two to qualify for the semis. They won the first of those last two to boost my confidence, but whadyaknow - buggers lost the last one and missed out on the semis. According to me, this loss would have been in the semi-finals. That, because they anyway never go further even if they are the favourites like in the last season. But they lost!! :(

And this is how you confirm that I am still jobless. A vacancy, anyone?

Nostalgia, eh?

Over the past two weeks I have had the word 'miss' flash on my Facebook and Gtalk a gazillion times. People are expressing the sentiment about college getting over via their status updates and new photo albums. Me, something somewhere has died. Or maybe I am too busy feeling other emotions to have space for that sentiment. God knows!

But hardly a week out of college, and I have a point to associate the 'miss' word with too. The marketing classes, what else! I just finished watching Lessons in Marketing on CNBC TV18, a show where the top 12 B-schools of India fight it out in front of some of the best in the industry, for the best of rewards. It was nothing different from sitting in marketing classes back in college - analysing each recommendation that the presenting team makes, having an opinion of our own for everything, and actually feeling every single bit of the total process!

People on the show today might have been from the best schools in India, but I saw for myself that they are nothing different or better than some of us who do not qualify to be in the same league because of some stupid reasons, luck for one. They did not seem to have studied anything different from what we did, and their ideas were nothing out of the world either. It was exactly the same as I experienced over the past two years - some absolutely brilliant ideas, and some that were laughable. Nothing different. Just a matter of a tag.

And while as of today nothing seems to be working in my favour, I know I will even it out in the years to come. And the gods of marketing management and marketing research, Dr. V.V.R. Sastry and Dr. Prantosh Banerjee respectively, will remain just what they are! Them, and their classes, I miss.

P.S. - In the post written on March 17th, there was a horrible typo that was pointed out by a friend. I am still not over it. Did not want to change it there 'coz it would have then flashed on your readers again. But yes, it was not 'heals'. I meant 'heels'.

Thanks! :)

Residential Campus II

# Sit through empty nights of silence

# Hear sobs and cries in the dark of the night from different corners of the hostel

# Watch people unwillingly eat alone

# Witness politics, backstabbing, and bitching

# Be part of the community that clings to their phone at the end of the day 'coz it equals solace

# Give up on fight against the system, fight to continue relationships, and the fight to maintain good health

# Stay logged in to Gtalk 24x7

Things you could only do on a residential campus

# Never bother about sourcing a software, movie, or a music album - LAN comes after GOD

# Eat off someone's plate without asking

# Scream until an insect gets scared and leaves the room

# Have metal, punjabi pop, and bollywood music play simultaneously within a distance of 50 metres

# Begin your last game of badminton for the day at 11:50 pm

# Go uninvited to someone's place at 2:30 am

# Immerse yourself in a multitude of opinions and hit the delete button 50 times in one night

# Borrow and lend clothes, shoes, bags, books, CDs, laptops, jewellery, and more knowing you can barge into the person's room and take it all back even if they do not return it on their own

# Food is not borrowed. You only beg for it.

# Have raw maggi with tastemaker

# Have maggi mixed with hot water, instead of cooking in it

# Watch movies a night before a test and faff through 90 minutes of exam time

# Never ever get tired of talking about food

# Stay awake for a total of 30 minutes between getting up from your bed and reaching your seat in class

# Witness 'relationships' which are null and void outside of campus since there are respective boyfriends/girlfriends living elsewhere in the world

# Have friends for family

# Get free makeovers

# Run off with someone's umbrella and not be labelled a thief

# Get thrills out of keeping your bathroom cleaner than others' (just a personal thing :P)

# Do retarded things round the clock and find company for mad imaginations at all times

# Do better with group studies even after a lifetime of quiet studying

You're welcome to add to this list. I am sure there are many more such exclusive things. :-)

Do It Right!

This post is here because Gati, the express cargo delivery company has left me highly impressed with its services. I was a little apprehensive, but still sent home most of my belongings via Gati because lugging it all even on train would not have been a good idea.

Because of a group deal, they came to our away-from-civilisation hill to pick up the stuff, handled everything professionally, and promised a speedy delivery. While all that was a basic minimum that you expect from a service provider like that, what impressed me was the way in which they kept me informed about the movement of my stuff. Every few hours I received an sms from them telling me how the luggage has moved from one part of Pune to another, to how it has departed from Pune, and when it arrived in Delhi, and finally about the final delivery. The time mentioned in each sms was to the second. And when I tracked it on their website, I noticed that the sms was sent within 10 minutes of the luggage reaching a particular destination. The whole experience has actually left me in awe of them! And quite an economical deal, may I add. Testimony to that is a classmate's status message that reads - "103 kgs for for only Rs 1466, quite happy I say! :-)"

Very impressive!

Window View

While I lay sprawled on my bed with the laptop sitting in front, an unconscious gaze out the window with a half-drawn curtain made for the most beautiful moment of the day. I am not sure if that was for the previous day, or for the day that was to begin, but the 5:00 am moon with an orange hue was most mesmerising for sure.

Something similar to this, but a lot higher up in the sky...

PS - I am glad I did not choose to live in a golf course-view room even in the second year when there was a choice. The sun and moon taking turns to visit my door and window, both have been totally worth the two years in this room.

Threesome

If there was another thing which I believe I would never have done if not here in Pune, it was last night's experience.

Some incident in the recent past made the illegal dhabas at the foot of our hill a little inaccessible. So now one needs to walk down the hill, exit the campus, and enter that area from the other side. About 2 kms, we estimated. Quite clearly, the walk down is a lot easier than climbing back up. So, as part of their marketing strategy, the owners there offer to send people up in their own vehicles. While the guy at Shree sends his Scorpio, Silver Spoons has an economical motorcycle that takes several rounds for each group of customers.

My loyalties have always been with Shree because it was the first of the three dhabas that exist now, but last night we went to Silver Spoons because some friends have started liking it a lot more because of the better ambience. And while coming back, I got to ride pillion along with Debanjana. Yes, along with her. Two pillions. We were tripling!! It was absolutely insane! Deb was in the middle, and I was sitting behind her. The damn bike did not have anything to hold on to in the back, so I had to hold on to her tiny shoulder. I can tell you those 5-10 minutes felt extremely funny. And scary too because first we rode on kachcha road and then the guy was speeding while climbing the hill. I could have died.

'Aye Ladki!'

So! The party I mentioned in the previous post. It was supposed to be a pseudo farewell for us. Half the people were not attending, and I too went only because I felt like partying and for no other reason. Of course, I also had to wear that dress which had been in my cupboard for over six months.

Bad lunch at the mess translated into uncontrollable hunger in the evening. So, in order to get some good food, a couple of us decided to get dressed quickly and leave for the city earlier than everyone else. Swetha, Ruhi and I took the college 6:30 pm bus out, and went to Tertulia at Koregaon Park. Oh, before that, Ruhi made me wear fat shoes with massive heals just because she thought that I have to have a perfect-looking pair of shoes to go with the dress. Quite obviously the shoes started killing my toes within 10 minutes. But we played along because anyway I was having a good hair day as well. :P

We realised that we are too frikkin' used to being treated like shit and being at the receiving end of crap - we asked a waiter at the empty restaurant if it was ok to sit at the nicest table in there! :-| My mood undercurrent has been 'blah' for the longest time now, and yesterday it was a little more than usual. I had gone because I did not want to sit in my room and sulk more. Without a plan in mind, and without much of an interest in thinking, I let Ruhi and Swetha decide what I should have. So first we ordered a mojito for me. The girls ordered their respective drinks too, and we had the yummest mushroom and potato starters as well. Swetha had been wanting to drink for a few days now, so she had made sure she ordered a strong, hard drink. As expected, she became 'happy' too soon. After the main course I felt like drinking some more. While I loved the mojito and the mint in it, I wanted to try something new. I let that feeling completely take over because something like that almost never happens with me. The two of them suggested again, and this time I had a green apple martini. It was strong, and it was absolutely yummm! I could not savour it for as long as I would have liked to because we were getting slightly late for our partay! :P So I gulped it down, and on the way to The One I waved to some random men walking on the street. :D



The place looked pretty decent. The music was very Bollywood-ish, and it felt good to be there. The loud music added to the happiness.
Automatically started dancing, hugged people around, and felt the need for some more drinking. Looked around at the bar, think I tried thinking, saw Jack Daniels, remembered people raving about it, and ordered it. It was also pretty yumm. I think the first real drink that I liked the taste of. Old Monk's all right, but only when there is limited choice. I anyway do not like what it does to my stomach. So I danced more, hugged more people, felt some pity for my dying toes, drank more, and made little conversations here and there too. Pretty high by then, standing near the bar, I told a batchmate that one of the bartenders was kinda cute. He was a small guy with the cutest smile! Next thing I know, Ronnie called that guy and told him to dance with me! I was surprised, but totally game for it! So I asked him too. His smile at that point was to die for. He was clearly not one of the many shady men that you find in these places. After a lot of convincing, he and his manager thought that ten minutes would really not harm anybody. And so I danced an innocent dance with him. :) Asif, from Hyderabad, asked me where I was from. Dilli just does not get you a flattering response from anyone outside of Dilli, I guess. But, whatever. He was too cute to really opine any nasty thought. He was polite and sweet, and went back to work in a few minutes. I went kinda berserk thinking about how I did something which was far, far, faaaar from the typical me. :D
With the little money left, I bought a last drink (obvious Old Monk this time), danced to the last tracks of the night, let my self respect fight the fight in my head, and then sat quietly while people felt something to the effect of nostalgia and related stuff. I had only one thought in my mind, and it was far from pleasant. Don't think I even felt the people sitting around me.

We had decided that we would not go back to campus at midnight, and had therefore booked a cab to be able to stay out on the road, in the city. We figured with time that we wanted to drive out towards Wai, a place I had thought of visiting some time last year. While we waited for the cab, Vrinda puked, Priyam talked some stupid stuff, Ruhi chatted up some weird pseudo-French guy who wanted to tag along with us, and I, well, I lost the fight. But as Ruhi confirmed that she did not intend to give the French gentleman any action, we decided to tell him that we were just going back home and not anywhere else. He gave everybody a peck on both cheeks, and decided that I interact with too many Europeans because I know how to do it well. I did not understand where the art in it lies, and he convinced us that he was the randomest thing of the night when he said 'Switzerland' to the question, 'where in France are you from?'. And while we were dealing with him, we were also getting scared of the police vans which were ready to take us along because the city was apparently on high alert and we were not supposed to be out on the street waiting for our god-damned cab which had been two minutes away for the longest time.

We had thought that we would city at a Cafe Coffee Day for some time, and then take the highway because Wai is hardly a 90-minute drive away. But the cab driver convinced us that we would find some place to sit even on the highway, and the decision to believe him turned out to be a wrong one. We'll see how.

The drive was super-smooth. Sitting in the back of the Tavera, I sang along every single song that played on the radio, and was it fun or what?! This time 'dil hai ki maanta nahi', and 'kaise katega har pal' became the trip songs. I was happy we finally managed to drive out of the city after a night party - like I had been wanting to since the first semester. I realised it could really be the last of its kind. And I was glad that my monthly travel resolution for the year is going good so far.

We stopped at a dhaba at around 2:15 am. Managed hot rotis with bhurji, and chai & coffee too. We were only a couple of minutes away from Wai then. And all we had planned for that tiny, little place was a sunrise view anyway. So we decided to drive further down to Panchgani. It would have taken at least another hour. Mapro hoardings, Falero advertisements, and the feel of the entire road made everyone superbly excited. But we reached the Table Point of Panchgani at 3:45 am and then wondered what to do. There was no point driving up to Mahabaleshwar because that was also hardly 15 or so more minutes away. So we just locked the car, and sat. Vrinda was not well, so she went quiet. Robin got unbelievably sleepy and cranky, so he passed vitriolic sarcasm every time someone said something. Ruhi and I were tired too, so decided to stay quiet. But Priyam and Swetha were too uncomfortable in the backseat to be quiet. So they talked loudly, sang, and made lots of inappropriate jokes. After all, the sunrise was more than two hours away.

I was glad that Ridhima and Sahil were not around because they would so not have taken this shit! Sitting in pitch dark in a car, scared of an imaginary 'hammer man', listening to Marathi devotional songs was not really anybody's idea of fun, but thankfully nobody was a spoilsport. Time passed slowly, but the crack of dawn was totally worth every single useless minute spent there. The chill in the air was too much to handle, but we stepped out nonetheless. Absorbing the sense of being there, making quiet small talk, and listening to the birds around was blissful. Robin did not let anybody use the wilderness for nature's call in peace, because his, 'aye ladki, kya kar rahi hai' from a distance in his mallu-mixed-with-gujju accent made us laugh too much to do anything else.



Right when we were about to move, we realised the rear left tyre had given up on our weight. But we got moving in a few minutes, drove through more scenic views, and reached Wai real quick. I was not dressed for a visit to a Ganpati temple on the new year, and therefore stayed in the car with Priyam while everyone else went in. I was glad we never did a Wai trip because there was absolutely nothing to do or even see there. Although according to Hindu mythology, five holy rivers – Koyna, Krishna, Savitri, Venna and Gayatri - meet there. But if you saw that place, you would know what I mean.

It was 10 am by the time we reached campus. The sense of still being jobless came rushing back, and I crashed for a couple of hours on my divine bed.

Trivial Evolution

I lent out three pieces of clothing for a party that even I am attending. I! The casual dresser.
Make way, people! Times are changing! :P

Evolving Amongst Contradictions

I have stopped rushing in the mornings. It's a nice feeling.

I was a misfit in a world of the smartest kids, and I am a misfit in this pool of morons too. Searching for a place where I might belong.

Being on a 'different' tangent made me feel like I am lot more of an individual worker than a team player. But the truth is just the opposite. I think a good team can add to your confidence, your thought process, level of interest, and a lot of other things that you might individually never be able to attain.

I am sure now that I cannot stay in one place for long. Short stints keep me happy. However much I may resist change, I know it always does me good.

I now also know why I have been feeling disconnected from everybody here for a while. It is because I do not get to see any other faces. At all! Residential is all right, but residential outside of planet earth makes you hate human beings. So, I may love you like crazy, and feel attached like I cannot live without you, but just the fact that I cannot give myself a break from you drives us all insane!

As of today, nothing gives me a high like travelling does. It's the best form of addiction I have picked from this life I have lived here, and I am hoping that irrespective of where I go from here, I manage to carry on with it.

I have written umpteen times on this blog about how cleaning everything around me makes me happy. But I think it has gone a step further by giving so much peace that it is almost heavenly. Taking out the trash is like hand-picking all the negative elements - men, sloth, jealousy, etc - out of your life. It's bliss.

When Vera Farmigia called George Clooney a parenthesis in her life, in the movie Up in the Air, it got me thinking. It got me thinking how my painfully inappropriate use of parenthesis in language, and its translation in personal life, both are equally obscene. And while I am completely aware of it, I feel almost helpless because I never know how to fix this problem. I end up making the same mistake over and over again, and parenthesis become a reality.


Why so serious? I do still drool over Clooney and that killer eyebrow of his! :D