A Year that was!

Okay, we are coming to end of one scam-full year and luckily without the terrorists giving us our monthly wages in form of attacks.If you are thinking I'm gonna write about politics,NO, just wanted a political start after all I have been writing to an online journal reporting on legal issues :)
Leaving the political as well as my personal diary for the year aside, this post "A year that Was" is not related to "2010-that was", but my first year at college that was :) :) .
Suddenly felt like digging my mind for all those memories but definitely I don't wanna relive them, just that its nice to think about all that and to appreciate yourself for the mental strongness you had even at such an young age.Definitely 17 compared to 20-21 is quite young and mad.
Thanks to the song that reminded me of L-212, our very own room that lodged six maniacs.Dunno how we managed to be in that small a room with exactly just three cupboards.I remember the way reeni came to me telling that I would be sharing my room with five others and how I could share my cupboard with her, and that moment my throat choked and my eyes filled with tears.Am i really gonna stay with 5 ppl??and is there no cupboard for myself??? I remember the way how eventually all of us forgot about it but rather learnt the art , in fact masterd the art of adjusting.With just one plug point, and five laptops and six mobiles.God, I'm so proud of us when I think about all that.
I remember the way all of us wrote apology just for the sake of playing music :P, I remember the way we had to clean the corridor because someone had forgotten to close the tap that ultimately resulted in flooding our rooms, and our several interaction sessions by the end of which we were embarassed in every possible way :P :P.
Our walk in the IMS, the park, the race course and the happiness out of listening to music with all the lights switched off after coming back from dinner.
The way we enrolled ourselves for the tug of war and went till the finals and ultimately lost to the "Mighty Nighties" and with me and arthi ending up with a BAD sprain that we couldn even get up or look what was happening on the other side of us.
And the way I got caught on the very last day of first year in the middle of the corridor with a cake in the hand at 12 in the night and asking a woman for a match box to light the candle and realising after few seconds that the woman was none other than the deputy warden and when I look around for help ,there was not a single soul as all of them had realised it was her and safely went inside and locked the door.I don't blame them, they called me a million times to come in, in that excited mode I didn't even recognize it was the deputy.
There could have been a lot of not really comfortable things that could have happened, why I'm not writing it here is,one-I dont remember them, two-I dont want to rememeber them, three-we were kids then ,four-I don't wanna mention it in my blog cos it'll not get erased with time ,it'll always stay and I don't wanna remember or read them :)

hungry kya??

I'm awake in this unearthly hour,thinking wat to do.Just finished my pomegranate, and watched troy for the count that I don't bother to keep track of..I just love that movie and those dialogues, takes you to another time.Especially the first few lines "Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity..will our name be echoed across centuries", just WOW, so true wrt our life.
So after watching this, I was just wondering if I would be remembered at all, not like for centuries, definitely I'm not thinking about it cos I'm no gandhiji, just in the places where I lived and where I was.
Whether I'm remembered for good or bad I don't care but will I be.Obviously I would wanna be known for some good reasons.But thinking of it, I have done absolutely no good.But I just cant help it, the situations makes me mad and angry ,though I realise I should reduce my anger I am just not able to.I really need to find a way to reduce my temper, atleast for my own good of not getting BP.
So, I decided that I'm gonna smile even for the most stupidest thing that can get onto your nerves.Where did I get all gnyanam??I was reading a blog, and there the blogger mentioned, why don't we just smile at a person no matter you know him or not ,just a greeting, it doesn cost you, but atleast you make that day a little more pleasant to the person at whom you smiled.So true, don't we feel so secure, and important even when a watchman smiles at us in the college.It just gives you a sense of belonging right?
So I changed my mind today after reading the blog and went with full josh to the mess and the minute I saw that the dinner was the same thing as yesterday, all plans gaali, adichadhu erangiduchu...no use, got all my anger back intact,and gave a villi look to the mess worker as if it was her master plan to give me the same food.I knew it was not her fault but my anger had no bounds at that time, all I did was give her a dirty look instead of a smile which I actually thought of.The improper side dish made me more angrier,no idea how it tasted, just that I never preferred that side dish.So she gets another villi look.
Ok, what did I gain out of all that??The gain was loss of dinner and a 100 bucks for in aunty shop :P  Adding to it is my killing hunger now that is not allowing me to sleep and as a result of which is this blog.
This is no moral story, it is just my day's evening activity.
I wanted to write about something else, out of hunger I have scribbled whatever that came to my mind.

Mad at everything.

Did I say I was grown up? No I'm not.I'm not able to adjust, I'm not pleased with anything that is happening around me.I think Ill go mad within a few days with all that is happening around me.I'll probably start crying with all this nonsense.Starting from getting up at 7 in spite of having class at 10 because of the endless noise by the literally vetti unknown people around me,brushing teeth in a wash basin that is filled with tomatoes,taking bath in a totally unclean bathroom,standing in a queue in the mess for one dosa which that inhumane woman is gonna throw on your plate as if I asked a part of her property, walking to the college which has exactly one entrance,and sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs and listening to ideologies of a person who totally does not inspire you, and promptly nodding heads for every word they say cos the refusal to do that might cost you an extra exam.And in spite being in  pre-final year you are made to skip the break because someone did not finish their portion!!!!! and you need to follow the same pattern as the first years do.You have no considerations.I need a change.I don't wanna listen to someone else's' ideas and preachings (I'm not talking about the lectures related to academics).Though I agree the spare time now is more, I'm not in a steady state now,I'm mad at everything I see.

Grown Up??

Have we really grown up,I'm just not able to imagine the amount of maturity all of us have gained.We have become so mature,so neat,well organized, less nosy ,not really bothered about what others think of us,or what others are up to.We have become more casual or should I say very focussed on what we have become,not that we have become selfish just that we know what exactly is required to share.We are able to empathize with people.
Last three days has been a test of maturity and how much are we at peace with the world.It was one amazing period of time where all of us after 6 long months have come together and enjoyed .A lot of us displayed so much empathy, and learnt the art of patience, and modesty.
Though few situations demanded us to be rude cos of the frustration, we at least had attained the maturity of apologizing or explaining the cause of the situation.What has happened to us, is it the exposure we got in this six months or should I simply say we have become old, or should I say its the generation gap between me and the ones younger to me that makes me talk to them as if I belonged to some other age,or have I realized and accepted that I was more or less the same(prolly little bit better)a few months back.Even to defiant people I could talk and still be at peace.Something has become to me or for that matter all of us that none of us are able to believe this sudden change in us.

Red-Eyed days

What a week has it been!The most horrible yet an adventurous week.
Good news-ku maela good news.Topping the list is there are no rooms, and 6 of us have to stay in a room that is equipped only for 4.
The room is near the bathroom and outside our room is the common dust bin which has not been cleaned for ages.
But still we have managed to have fun.We have been playing bridge every night.Almost all of us are affected with conjunctivitis and one with food poisoning.We, The red eyed gang have been playing and enjoying endlessly along with our caretaker amidst all the dirtiness,infection,congestion :P :P ,letting others worried!!
All of us have become so immune to the rules and conditions, that we don't even care about the seriousness of going out at 3 in the middle of the night to a hospital,or refusing to pay hostel fees or having just 20% attendance on the very first week of college.It has been fun throughout,loving the maturity that all of us have attained after this span of 6 months.We have become soooo matured,that we ourselves aren't able to believe!!

:( :(

The day which i was not at all waiting for in these six months has come :( :( Have to go back to hostel.

No hot water to take bath,no timely food,no mom to feed,no dad to leave me wherever i wanna go out,thatha to give hot cash whenever and how much ever i need,no soodana kaapi served in my hand.NOOOOOOO, i dont wanna go,but i have to:( :(.Tata,I'm off to hostel and college.C/O PSG Tech Ladies Hostel (Home away from home :P :P :P )

G-Meals!!

I just got reminded of this small incident in my life when i read the word Gujarat.I think it was in my 6th semester, totally famished that i was just waiting for my class to get over to run for lunch.Luckily,that day the hour before lunch was cancelled so it gave me a reason to go out and eat.All i wanted was a full meals in aryas cos i was very very hungry.All this i was thinking during the security class, and was telling divi about how hungry I was and she was in a sadder plight than me without a proper breakfast.So divi told that she knew a place that provides Gujarati meals and that she has not tried it before and was like why don't we go.Delighted and amused by the variety i would be getting for the same 40 bucks I got excited and I thought my stomach could wait an extra 20 mins.So we took a bus all the way to gangotree.Both of us were all smiles,orey happiness,no class,yummy food.That was a new restaurant in the area,we went in , didn't even look into the menu,saw G-MEALS 45 rupees, got very excited and ordered 2 meals.Very content that we occupied 2 seats and kept grinning.5 mins,10mins,15,20....40 minutes passed and still the food has not come.Divi was like "Probably there is a lot of variety and thats why it is taking a lot of time", my stomach grew angrier , so i thought i would order dokla, divi got irritated by it, "loose,you think gujarathi meals is complete without dokla,dont waste money".I was like "atleast let me order samosa".After nearly an hour one plate of meals came, the guy who served asked "amma,eppidi ungaluku indha meals pathi theriyum".Very proudly divi said "naan last week inga vandhaen uncle" .That guy very impressed by her sweetness,"innoru plate 2 minutes la varum".And then after all this conversation we look at the plate with eagerness , all that was there was "1 chappathi,2 spoons fried rice,1 small papad,1gulab jamun with 1 TSP jeera,curd rice,lemon pickle",both of us were taken aback,why does gujarati meal serve all this!!!Then slowly with our stomachs cursing us we ate that food thinking "idhuku aryas-la saptu irukalam",only when i finished it struck me that nowhere it has been mentioned Gujarati meals, it was only G-meals,which meant GANGOTREE MEALS u buddhu,which is a normal sappa regular meals.WE left back grinning out of anger cos of her stupidity.
Cos of all this sadness we bunked the afternoon session.