Office Office!

I  realized that I haven't written much  lately. About Pilani. About Baroda. About Surat. Or about PS. Most of my school friends think that I am in Baroda now (I wish I was, sometimes, at night), courtesy- my forever ramblings about meeting everyone, but I am still happily perched in Surat.

Pilani is like a comfort zone for me. Was actually. Now, I somehow find Pilani too familiar for my liking. Two long years in that little place. Okay, I go off-topic again but you get where this is going. I had been itching for a change of place. And PS brought it- Surat. Yeah. What was I talking about... hmm, ya, my PS(office)

My office is a strange place. There are days when I feel good walking into the building (these days are usually Fridays), and then there are days when I have this awful knot in my stomach and an unmanageable burden on my shoulders, head and feet (courtesy-laptop, and my "commitment to safety"-helmet and shoes) which makes taking every tiny step towards the place a Herculean task. These days are mostly Mondays.

I had never expected PS to be as much fun as college. Or perhaps more. Apart from the very close buddies I had already knew before coming for PS, my expectations were never sky-high. I just hoped to meet a few interesting people, make friends and learn few things. I had not expected I would bump into other people at the workplace who would be “cool” too.

But fortunately, this is exactly what happened.

I mean, we are all the same. The five of us. We all have grown up listening to Enrique and summer of ’69 in our teens, and watching English sit-coms & movies and listening to rock bands in college. We all have had the same courses over the last two years and we all appreciate and identify with the same level of technical and Sheldon-type jokes. And we’re all BITSians. Ofcourse.

How much ever they tease me about "sexy solenoids", "memory valves", or for being a GHOT. Whatever they say about me being a diplomat or dreaming about IDCTs. About “kar sakte hai….”. Or about my dabba Thinkpad. I’m pretty sure I have the best possible PS-mates ever. My BF and FFs. Sach mein.

Just the other day, we were discussing how the cast of Badmaash Company resembles us. Seth-the funky Ansari who sends the rest four to Bangkok.  Me-Bulbul, the small town girl. Bajaj-the alcoholic chinki, Zing, who hails from Sikkim, but is a true Bombay-ite by nature. Arjun- the womanizer Chandu. And Shashank-the ambitious Karan, jo saare galat kaam karta hai!

I am at home now. I will meet them the day after tomorrow. But still, I am missing Surat and PS terribly. I’m so used to being there.

Come, Monday, come.

Come fast!

Its all about the "passion"...

When Mahata blushes while strongly denying something and gets unnecessarily defensive about it… she is lying. Jobless as usual, we were teasing her one day about Shanky. And the reaction I got, left me shocked. I have known this girl for quite sometime now. She has always been very open about her crushes… a little too open to be frank. And here she was… lying about Shanky! It was only then that I realized how serious the situation was.

Newly in love, both of them were acting silly… at least Mahata was. Well… blah blah blah… “Love in Hazira” it was. The rest as they say is history. The two lovebirds now dote on each other for every insignificant thing.

As for the rest of us… I guess we are all dying to go back on campus… dying for the “our” treat… dying for the moment when we will catch them in a dark corner in Shiv-G getting all mushy.

@the lovebirds: Congrats guys! Stick to each other… we all want to see Ishan, Vivan, and Rihan running around with Kutush and Gabru Mushtand! :P
@shatEEE: < flowers and chocolates for you> I hope you will survive through your 3rd year.

Futile efforts

It's a Sunday afternoon. I am sitting in my room doing nothing, when Su comes in.

"What are you doing Nils?"

"Nothing really... planning to take a bath today!"

"I have already taken one... like a good girl. By the way, I decided something while taking a bath today!"

I knew she was waiting for the "what". So I obliged. "WHAT??"

"I have decided to crush my crush on HIM...", she proclaimed with a strong nod.

"Ya.. right... just that the next time you see HIM somewhere on campus you will start blushing...", I teased.

"This time I won't! Just wait and watch!", she protested vehemently.

Needless to say, the conversation continued with me teasing her and she trying her best not to blush.

It's Monday morning. I am sitting in some tut class trying my best not to draw cartoons in my notebook but failing terribly. My cell phone beeps.

1 message received. It's from Su...

"Guess what? HE is in my repwri tut! :) :) :)"

She was blushing... and we all know it.

Insignificant Post

Here is a post of leftover thoughts that don’t fit into any of the posts I spend so much time writing. Why should you read this? I don’t know. Perhaps you shouldn’t. But if you find this particular post to be pointless, please come back soon because I am gearing up for my ultimate post, the one post that defines me and gives my existence meaning. It will be intelligent and witty, of course. It will have amusing observations, very charming logic, and double-meanings, and will also be original, creative, and maybe a bit sexy too.


It will be the buzz of the blogosphere and will be quoted by other bloggers. They'll raise questions, analyze, argue, debate; and have blog crushes on me!! Excerpts will be read at my funeral.


Coming back- at the moment, we are still stuck in this post. So here are some random thoughts, which were spread all over the semester, for today:


It’s futile, complaining. The only ray of hope I have is that- this too will pass; and then, hopefully, I'll laugh at the strange situation we shared. Does it make no difference to her, how I feel? If I don't say anything, does it mean that I'm content? I really don’t want to quarrel with her or keep on accepting the state of affairs but it’s high time I started taking some proper measures. This can’t continue for long. She's really getting onto my nerves. Her mere presence pisses me off nowadays.


Whatever you do, a part of you evolves. Directly or indirectly. Whether its reading newspapers, listening to the news, or even watching a movie. Everyone isn’t the best in something, but the more you practice, the more you evolve, and I'm pretty sure of this. None of us has learnt anything beforehand, before we were unceremoniously thrown out of our mother’s stomachs. Everyone is born equal.


Sometimes I look at the people around me- all happy and smiling- and I wonder- are they really happy or am I too shallow to look into their hearts and find out what lies within?


The bitch, she told me, amidst a crowd of fellow batch-mates, that I've tampered with my answer sheet. Guess what? Fuck you. Really, who does this kind of a thing? At first you don't check the answer sheets with proper attention, and then you say that "Overwriting is not accepted as recheck request according to the marking policy". Blah! You are the ones who made this stupid marking scheme. How can I help...??


Love is everywhere- every movie, every teenage dream, every home, every old-age memory, every song, every other hostel room! (:P) Sure, there is some pain, and sure as hell, love makes a fool of everyone, but it’s worth it. Thinking of someone first thought in the morning and feeling bright, thinking of someone last wink in the night, and feeling secure… it’s worth it.


And then there's Friendship. The best thing in this world. So pure that friendship even in a bad cause is above everything. And even if people say friends are for free- they are awfully difficult to find, and it hurts a lot, to leave them. Once a friend, always a friend. Friends stand by in prosperity and poverty, in health and in sickness. Friends (like diamonds) are forever!


Its 6 am. I am already up, in the middle of a cold dark November night, waiting for the dawn, the delicious Saturday breakfast, and the ugly six-days-a-week-schedule to start engulfing me, from next week onwards.


I'm tired-stupid instructors, stupid courses with stupid second yearites, stupid grading system-and there's still so much I want to do and the confusion in my head just makes it worse. This wasn't the plan. This was supposed to be "MY" sem - the sem of most pampering and loving, knowing what to do and doing it, knowing what I want-and getting it.


Tonight, I went out to watch the meteor showers. It was amazing, but very momentary. You see one, and then you speculate whether you actually saw it or imagined it. People can spend all the time & money they want fabricating fireworks shows, but seeing an unexpected meteor whiz across a static display of stars-it's thrilling! and free-of-cost!


NOTE to myself: Stop crying over lost opportunities, I’ve already lost them and crying won’t get them back. So shut uppppp, and make up for all your misses.
NOTE to the world: Make fun of me at own expense.


Well, it's almost time for bed. Remember, this post is of no consequence, but my next post... THAT ONE will really be something! So click back soon. Goodnight!

A-Z 2009

Adventure. Acads and Avg. APOGEE. Alarm-clocks. ANC. And they lived happily ever after...

Bourbon biscuits, Blogging, Birthdays. Blue jeans and black and white photographs. The BAND, Blah! and BITS ofcourse.

Chocolates, Coffee, Cake and Cheese. Crushes, C'not, and castles-in-the-air. Confessions. Comprees, CP and CG.

Dreams and Desires. Dates, Dances, Dares and Diaries. DND's. DC++.

Enthu, EG and EnI vs EEE.

Flirting, Friendship and French guys. Facebook. FD's I-III and Founders Day.

Gtalk, Gossip, and Grubs. Gmail too.

Hugs always. Holi and Holi-days. Headbanging.

I because it stands for me. And ice cream. Being impossible. Internet in IPC.

Junk food. And Jokes. especially PJ's. Jaan-e-mann. :)

Kisses.

Love and Letters. Love letters. Laughter, Literature, Lectures and Labs. Lite.

Movies, Magic, Music, Mess(bill), MT, Mails and Mafia, but I seldom win. :(

Notices, Notes, Nites, Night-out and Nightouts. Nostalgia.

Oppurtunities and conveniances. Ob. Online Tests.OASIS! Orkut and Omegle. Once upon a time and all the magic within...

Pink, Poetry and Perverts. Phones too. and Powercuts. :(

Quizzes and quizzers.

Rain, wide open Roads, Rooms and Roomies.

Sky sessions, Spring, Stargazing and Sunsets. Semesters, SMS's, Snaps and Sleep.....

Truths, TA's and Tut's. Travelling and Trips!

Unfinished blog posts.

Valentines Day!!! Virtual walks and dates.

Words, its only words. Walks. Why's. Whining and Wining.

Xeroxes, loads of them.

Youth, and at times, even you.

Zuks. Zzz.

All I do is sleep !!!

It is a lazy Sunday afternoon. I am lying down after lunch when my mother calls me.

"What are you doing?"
I mumble a soft "Nothing important, Ma. Just lazing around".
A few minutes of gen chit-chat and we put the phones down.

After about 15 minutes, I get up and tie my unmanaged hair into a ponytail.
The laundry bags are full; I soak the exponentially increasing amounts of dirty laundry in warm water.
My almirah needs a bit of tiding up. I carefully fold the big pile of clean laundry one by one. Shirts, trousers, skirts, tops, jeans, t-shirts, undies and socks all go to their respective shelves in the almirah.
In the meanwhile, the dirty clothes have been soaked enough. I lug the WET and HEAVY clothes to the washroom. On the way I notice Archi sleeping late, so I go wake her up. I do the laundry and put it out to dry.
My table is half full with dirty dishes from the mess. I go and return them.
I also remember that I had bought lots of fruits the previous day. I peel the oranges and bananas, cut the apples and guavas, mix them with the grapes, and prepare fruit chat out if it. I am happy with the result and share it with my wingies.
The spiders have been frightening me and Nils since days together, so I decide to clean the cobwebs.
While at it, I realize that my book-rack is untidy. All that is set right in a few minutes.
All the dust on the floor, I must sweep it clean.

By now, I feel exhausted myself so I casually sit on the bed and rest my tired back on the pillow.

Mother calls again and says "You sleep all day. Why not get up and do something?"

I throw a puzzled look... "Huh?!!!!!!!"

Yes, that’s another classic example of how my work goes royally unnoticed every single time. I just sit and sleep all day, you see!

Swati confesses!!!!

also,
stress*strain=energy lost !!! :P