Cos i dont want to share my burger dude! thats y!! :P

So what exactly is the problem with a lone gal munching her burger in peace? I mean…cant she do that? Is it taboo?? And that too in broad daylight? Oh come on…it’s a free world…it all started with one of those famous hunger pangs of mine which I knew only a kfc chicken could satisfy :) so there I go…happily ordering a zinger and gleefully settling down in one of those two seaters (they should provide ‘single’ chairs too) and opening my burger snack box to take the first bite and then…. I get the ‘stares’, the occasional glances and the like…there was a group of 8 people sitting two tables across me and one girl from the group suddenly noticed me…her eyes widened (ok maybe that was a bit dramatic but anyways but am entitled to some drama) and she whispered something to her friends and suddenly I had 7 other heads turning towards to me, watching me as if I were some rare species (u know that avatar sort..) “well”, I thought, “ok so u are a group and am alone..as if that could spoil my appetite!” so I happily continued munching my burger only to realize that a lonely girl is not free to do that. I realized that there were people staring with me and it’s not those stares from young handsome guys..sigh..no..It was more from girls and golden oldies (you know those grey haired sorts…) A girl who was sitting with her date opposite to my table gave me a smirking look as if to say “look at poor you, all alone, oh! I pity you girls!”…one look at her date and I realized I was better off…then there was this bunch of golden oldies, 8 of them, (8 seems to be the number today!) who literally couldn’t take their eyes off me!! :D (I should be flattered I guess!!) every second, one of them had to turn to check whether I was still sitting alone or would somebody join me…I tried searching for one single girl at that place and lo! I did spot one! She was sitting with her tray and looking here and there (maybe she was searching for somebody like herself, I thought) and before I could wave at her and say “dear, you are not alone”, there comes her date…darn! That was when I noticed a guy sitting next to my table…he was all alone and yet eating very comfortable…I wanted to cry out “ok stare at him now! But nah, nobody seemed interested…it’s so unfair that guys can sit alone and eat at leisure while when it comes to girls you expect that they will be accompanied…sigh…next time somebody stares at me while I eat am just gonna say what I have written as my title :) maybe that will help…ciao…

Tanhayee...

Andhera chaa gaya tha har disha mein
Uljhi thi main ek anjaan raaste mein
Na kisi ki aane ki aahat suni
Na kisi ki pukarta hua aawaz

Dil mein thi kuch ankahi baatein
Mann mein tha ek chubta hua ehsaas
Magar phir bhi chal padi kuch na bole
Us ek manzil jis ke thi mujhe talaash

Kitne pal beete, kitne logon se mile
Nahi tha mujhe ehsaas
Peeche mudke dekha tho
Sirf meri parchai thi mere saath

Mann tarsa, dhadkan tarse
Ke kaash main bhi ek panchi hote
Jise mile is dard se rihayee
Magar phir bhi sab sehte hue chal padi main
Bas main aur meri tanhayee...

The Guest at the ungodly hour

Charlie, bruce lee and the phone kumaris can wait...something more important came up and i just had to add this in my story. and it all started when t moved to the bunk. ofcourse it had to happen...last time she shifted on to the bunk, there was an earthquake in chennai! so this time we were kinda expecting something and so it did happen...we had a guest...at 4:00 am in the morning...on the day of my qt test...i was having this really bad dream when i was woken up by s in this really solemn manner...everything seemed too bright (she had switched on the light hehe) and she just pointed out to the food court...it took few seconds to focus my blurry eyes to that direction...and i saw it...it was also looking at me...grey, pointed nose and a tail...yup a rat!!! yikes! i really didnt know what to do!! i got up quickly and jumped on to the bunk with t...the rat also jumped and went on to sit on my operations text book (eww...) ofcourse we gave our set of screams but since it was like 4 in the morning, the whole of servite was in deep slumber...the rat quickly moved on from my text book (seems like even the rat couldnt 'chew' on that one!) and settled into s's cupboard...and s, being the brave one she was, decided to act...she took this wiper which we had and tried to shoo off the rat...boy it seems so hilarious when i think of it now...but back then it was a moment of panic... it seemed like the rat was planning to settle in her cupboard (mine thankfully was locked) and we werent having any luck in getting rid of it, so we decided to call our asst. warden...god bless her soul...she came up and tried her hand in shooing it off...i did not enter the room as there was no room on the bunk now coz both s n t were there...i was standing on the stairs ready to scoot up just in case the rat came out...but thankfully it didnt...it went through the way it came...through the window on the left side...and to this day the window remains closed...i thanked our asst. warden and she simply said you 3 are like my children, thats why i came...i was so touched that i really didnt know what to say...and so at like 4:30 we 3 were wide awake, shaken by this incident and even laughing in bouts of hysteria thinking about it... s told me that she woke up suddenly to hear a crunching sound in the room...she got up and conjured this vision of me eating biscuits!! (at 4:00 am!! lol!!) so for about 10 minutes she saw this vision while i was blissfully asleep and then it dawned on her that it was not me (voila!) and that was when she realised that there was an intruder in the room...hmm...and that is how this story goes...it was just the beginning of the day and so many things were looming in front of us...our test, the thought of disinfecting the room, (s even had to wash her clothes in her cupboard) and we also had to empty the food court...and i knew i had to add this in my story...of course its part n parcel of servite life alrite!! :)

p.s: the rat must've left coz the food court was pretty empty, it must've actually taken pity on our condition..hehe..
oh n ya the next time t moves to the bunk we are planning to conduct a prayer service for the sake of protecting mankind...hehe..k so thats it for now...will be soon with some other story...ciao

Chennai Showers and Chennai summers

I am thoroughly disappointed :( I had drafted a brilliant post regarding the recent Chennai showers which we had and it just cant be located. And I’m not able to recollect what exactly I had written. Hmm..it doesn’t rain anymore though suddenly it looks very dark and gloomy. I was really excited when it rained. For one, it reminded me of home. Especially the scent of the wet soil on the first rain. And we even had thunder and lightning (thankfully the power didn’t go off as it used to at home!) but what was even more fun was walking through the Loyola campus. The whole scenery was breath taking. It was as if everything was asleep all this while and they just bloomed up. The trees had donned a darker shade of green and the whole place was so calm and serene with the occasional chirping of the birds that was like music to the ears. And as I walked along it drizzled slightly so that made the walk even more pleasant. I wonder whether a picture of it would have done justice to that moment. It might have captured the beauty of the place but not its soul. It actually made me so happy and thankful...that I was alive to see this...that I got an opportunity to be here and experience this...each day on the way to college we are always running quickly and while coming back we are too engrossed in the things to be done that we actually fail to notice these little things around us... now this is one memory that will stay with me I guess... the title of this post btw has been inspired from a book which I had read called “Bombay rains and Bombay girls”. I know I should have written Chennai rains and Chennai guys but this sounded more apt. And by Chennai summers I meant that I got placed for my summers in Chennai which means its “I will servite” all the way...hehe...btw an anonymous R had recently posted a comment “yeh ishq nahin asaan bas itna samajh lijiye....” well Anonymous R I console myself by saying “Ishq hota nahin sabhi keliye, yeh bana hai kisi kisi keliye”..hehe... I have decided to work on my second chapter for ‘I will servite”...it will be called ‘Charlie, Bruce lee and the phone kumaris..will publish it soon..i wanted to add something on this person whom we call as king of bad times. But then maybe some other time...chow for now..

just bored...

ok well am sorry its not i will servite this time pals..that will have to wait i guess...today am just writing for myself...if u ask me why? well..i dunno..just bored i guess...so am sitting in my college library, with plenty of books around me (and yet am hooked on my lappy...i never learn) trying to download the song 'iktara' from wake up sid...i saw the movie yesterday...the visuals are a treat for the eyes (of coz even ranbir includes in it) but the storyline is pretty old, tried and tested...i would have expected much better from kjo...its been around 4 months since i joined liba...cant believe its been such a long time...seems only yesterday i had joined here and got a scare after the preliminary classes..hehe..the second sem timings seems pretty relaxed but the workload is more or less the same...there are plenty of assignments and tests lined up for the next week and diwali is just round the corner...so many things are actually happening around me...some am aware of, some am confused about, some which i need to escape from...this sem has been kind of an eye opener for me tho...somethings caused a heartache tho i quickly got over it...something came as a shock, something which might be a trouble later and somethings came as a pleasant surprise...hmm...lets c whether it will get sorted out...really wanted to go home this weekend but wont be going...sigh..somehow am missing home very much...maybe its coz i have some free time with me now...this post might seem random stuff to u guys..well i did say i was writing for myself...hehe...after coming to liba i dont know whether i have changed...maybe i havent..i'm still the same person yet i know things have changed...ok its getting late..i gotta go now...will blog some other time...ciao...

I Will Servite

I will servite : Part I

3 girls from 3 different parts of India. They join the same college and end up sharing the same room and the rest ...is ‘I will Servite’... sorry guys, due to the hectic schedule and my laziness i had not been able to post stuff but i finally got a chance and the mood to do it..so here we go... but before i begin, a disclaimer: all those characters who may appear in the course of this story are actually alive and in good health. But their names have been changed so as to protect myself from any harm. And like the economic times say I am an unknown source who wishes to remain anonymous so I’m sure u will bear with me. J
Room No. 205
The speciality of room no. 205 is that it was one room for which most of our seniors were vying for and that it should be occupied by us was i guess destiny...now y room no.205? coz its on the first floor and it has two windows. One which opens out to give u a glimpse of this large unoccupied land with a huge tree standing all alone on its side, and which in my opinion is very poetic. And from there we can also see an apartment which looks so cozy that sometimes we wish we were there rather than here. And i also get to see an old uncleji who always sits out in the balcony reading his paper and looking around (actually we always wondered whether he could see us, i even suggested we waved at him so that if he responds we would know that he could see but unfortunately my roomies didn’t feel the same so i dropped the idea). Ok now coming back to the room. It is kinda small for a 3 sharing basis but somehow we have managed to stuff everything in it like 3 beds, one being bunk and the other a normal, single cot. We have named it as the lower berth, upper berth and the royal bed respectively. There is a huge cupboard with four divisions. So after taking 1 slot each, we were left with an extra. So we decided to stock up all our food in it and hence the ‘food court’ came into existence. the fact that it came in very handy is another story. Especially during the rice and sambar days at servite, i practically lived on bourbon and sunfeast biscuits. Of course, we also have 3 study tables, lights, 3 plug points out of which only 1 works and then we have the ‘Nawab’ of 205... Now just imagine...on this hot summer evening, after a really really tiring day, after having walked for more than a km under the hot sun, u finally enter your room. What do u do first? Yes. You switch on the fan. And what does our nawab do? It just whines, moans, groans and finally when its tantrums are over, it decides to rotate. Oh and when I mean ‘rotate’ it means spreading out its wings and doing a slow turn. Like my friend S says, “bhai, hum toh nawab hai, hum toh bas aisa hi chalega”. We look at it, perspiring, panting for breath, wondering when it will start its fast number. But nope. Our nawab, in his laadedaah style and with great panache, just decides to repeat his performance. And it still continues till this date.

The ‘Chudail’ of Servite
Of course, we have one here. One which wears jasmine flowers. That is all we know about her as each time she decides to take her monthly rounds, she just flings the ‘gajra’ into our waste basket. Now why does she do that when there is a main waste basket right at the corner, we don’t know. Maybe she just wants to leave a mark. Or maybe she is just trying to aim properly coz sometimes we find the flowers lying just few inches away from the dust bin. But whatever may the case be, the fact is she has chosen our dust bin to throw her stuff and this is really driving us maaad. But yes, we just sigh and curse her, and take it in the stride...just one of those servite incidents for which u cannot offer a logical explanation when u ask why us??

A new beginning...

Tadaah!!! and am back....once again...hehe...i actually had to search for my own blog thru my brother's blog...and i got to know i had updated it 9 months ago...hehe...i was just lazy and there wasnt much to write about...but now that a new phase has begun in my life, i really felt the need to scribble something up here... recently i had this opportunity to attend a lecture by Mr. Sunil Roberts, the author of 'I will survive'- comeback storiesof a corporate warrior...i havent had the chance to read the book so far but its there in my to-do list...and i was so inspired by his words (and more by the title) that me and my 2 room mates decided that we too will write about our adventures at liba and more importantly our life at servite hostel...and its gonna be called
'I will Servite'-the misadventures of 3 aspiring corporate women...i was really sure that there would be no dearth of topics as life ats servite is very interesting...
and soon enough my room mate suman had compiled her very first chapter for the book "the case of the missing pink chaddi" but unfortunately she does not want it to be posted in the blog...it makes for a very interesting read and i'll try and get it posted somehow...but until then i guess i'll talk about the other stuff thats happening...