Hello!!!!....Yep m talkin to you...Mr. Reader. Why don't you visit my blog often...,huh??
hey come out of the guinness book world record kinda headline and read what the post is all about.
Hello reader!! this is urvashi reporting from the batch of 2007-2009. I am gonna take u all to the dinner place where the hosteliers have their food. This table (camera takes a close up) was just 7 feet long with only 4-5 students having food together but now, as you can see, this table is around 27 feet long. This shows that people who have dinner over here are very keen on having it together. The owner of the mess, Anna (as he is preferably called), told our sources " Abhi kya hai na, yeh sab main jo khana deta hain na, uski wajah se hua hai, woh itna accha banta hai na ki table wahi kha kha ke bada hua hai" his statement was agreed by the students who told, that it is all because of food, becoz food is tasteless sometime and if we have it together, we forget the taste coz of good company of freinds"
leaving this aside, we will move towards the actual clipping of the freinds having food. As you can, everyone is not enjoying the co. but still are bearing because they don't want to miss the latest gossips which are being leaked on the dinner table. We asked the mess bhaiyas about the gala dinner and he told us that initially these people didnt have the dinner together but since quite some time they are doing so and creating a problem for us as they eat more when they are together.
Hey, now i will give you a character sketch of each person at the dinner table. Starting with Paridhi, as you can see, she is very friendly at the dinner table, not only with the food, guys but also with the diners and I like that she finishes food on time unlike all other chatters. Avani, talks less, but is not totally quiet, she talks on and off...this may be because she eats less too. Rujuta, hmmm..she has mood swings, as reported. she is totally quiet sometimes but transforms into a chatterbox when she gets something interesting to talk about. Priyanka, has loads of incidents to quote, but she doesn't forgets the food meanwhile. now i will talk about mayuri. she is a plaything. when we don't have anything interesting to talk about, we just shout, "Mayuri, billi!!!" and then the conversation begins with mayuri's scream followed by our laughter. to add, mayuri is the first one to finish the food and also carrots in the salad bowl. Asmita cannot gulp the food unless she has a cold drink to lay her hands on. Apoorva always has something like achar or bhujji to spruce up the tasteless food. Amruta, will keep on smiling, and will talk when its needed but her analysis of situations is missed when she's absent. Khushboo, with her long ponytail and cute smile chews food quietly not forgetting to flash her binaca once or twice in between. Nivedita concentrates on one thing and that could either be food or phone or this or that. Pooja, is cute with her quick comprehension of jokes and she is the one who will laugh if its sensible. Sudatta, or referred as Soogle by many, is logged on when there are doubts as to facts and figures. At other times, Sid and her's "Bengali bolchi karyakram" is going on. Neha is calm and composed while dining and also wont mind others blabbering. Nisha Shukla is very pleased while having, because most of the times she has to miss it due to commitments (mostly on phone). Nisha Jain is a good co. as she has many topics to talk about. Aditi is mostly quiet. Taran and Kalpana are to be found only sometimes.
Hey...now we come to the notorious lot....these are none other than our class boys.....they keep us waitni by comin late for dinner....in fact everywhere, they are the last one to arrive...and on top of that no regrets for doing so. I will start with Rajeev, he is always a helping hand. any one of us will always have a doubt for him, and when he starts detailin, he forgets that he is on a dinner table and gets late. Hmmm, Sid...he is in his thoughts most of the time but is talkin abt non veggie food becos he is missin it..he wil always start with...'wht do u say, urvashi ji"...aur ab aap logon ko main le chalti hoon Ratheesh ki taraf...jo hamesha choop baihte hote hain aur jokes bolo toh inhe hasne ko bolna badta....khana sabse pehle khatam karte hain...aur kabhi daana pani waste nahin karte hain...now we move towards Deep...just unpredictable...and the readers of ISC can swear by it. Its hard to digest food without his comments on each and every situation and that too with fulltoo expressions....we all miss him whenever he's is invisible..he he...
Now recently we also had Rohan from BAJM first year joinin us for dinner. he is really a sweetheart....we enjoy his PJs during dinner.....and his mumbaiya hindi...hey also Raunak from BAJM second year....we enjoy his company too...aur aur whom shud i describe now...??
Me yaar...don u wanna know about me....but even then i will tell u....on the dinner table...i just do three things....see if te food is good, my entire concentration is on eating....if not then on the gossips that are going around with or without my inputs. The third and the most preferred thng is to laugh...and I m a type of girl who would burst out laughing for what happened yesterday...lol
hey i will keep on adding new members as and when they come in...keep checkin this post to find your name...till then ke liye ciao
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Monday, March 31, 2008
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
When Shakespeare met Raabri...
The thing I regret the MOST…
I, William Shakespeare, fondly known as The Bard, remember that day accurately. It was 14th February. Yes, it was Valentine’s Day. I gathered courage and decided to propose my childhood love. She was none other than the most happening Indian beauty “Rabri Yadav”. God must have taken all his time to create her. She is celestial beauty personified.
14th February
I reached her village. It was a typical village with loads of cattle. It was morning. All were busy with their daily chores viz. brushing their teeth with a neem stick, bathing out in the open with their cows, and shouting at the top of their voice, “Aur Shaakspari Bhaiya, kaisan ho?” I was not able to get who this shaakspaari is. Any ways, I will tell you about my Sweety. I went to her place. It is a huge shed with decorated with dry hay. There she is, playing with the buffalo. She looks so innocent. I checked the surroundings whether there was anyone to beat me, in case she doesn’t accept my proposal. There was no one, so I moved ahead.
As soon as I reached the shed, the cow started singing. No, I am serious; it was one of my sonnets. I was motivated and directly went to her. She was not at all shocked as if she knew that it would happen. I bent down, took her hands in mine and gave her the roses and milk chocolate that I had brought for her. Her hands smelled of cow dung. It was a perfume for me. To my utter surprise, She accepted. I asked her out. She agreed.
We went to a dhaaba just outside her place. We talked a lot and had great fun. She told me about her weirdest fantasies about cows and buffaloes and how her boyfriend would propose her with a glass of milk. As it was a breakfast date, not an evening one, usually insane people go on. I called for the waiter, but there was none. It was a self service dhaaba. I got a glass of milk and proposed her as she wished. She started blushing; she looked prettier than ever. We talked about her past crushes. But she was my one and only love. Just when I was going to pay the bill, she asked me to dutch. But I insisted so she agreed.
After two months of continuous dating, we decided to get married. I decided the venue and timing. It was a grand shed complete with cattle, which she loves. I arranged for the priest and decorations. I reached their on time and waited for her. She didn’t come till one hour. I waited anxiously to see the gorgeous Indian Bride. All my relatives arrived but there was no sign of hers. On top of that, Priest continuously reminding “ Shaadi ka muhurat nikala jar aha hai” I was tensed, ‘ will she, won’t she?”
Soon the entire atmosphere filled with cow dung perfume. I got a hint that she has come. She came in a awesome red trousseau. Mostly Manish Malhotra designed it for her, that too for free. She was mysteriously smiling. Her enigmatic smile took my heart. I saw her family members and relatives arriving in dozen. Soon, the entire shed filled with alien looking people. I wanted a quiet wedding. I had told her in advance. But let it be, anything for her.
She came and went to the backside of the shed. Soon she was invisible. I got tensd and started searching for her. A last, I found her at the backyard. There she is. I approached her to ask the problem. She was sitting with her legs crossed. I went to her and just when I bent down, I heard lots of cows and buffaloes moving towards me. Before I could make out what’s happening, a big fat buffalo with a weird man riding it. He was a stout fellow with a big paunch. He had a receding hairline and was dressed in a rural Indian outfit. I was scared to death. He Came. He Saw Me. He Conquered. He hit me on my head with a milk Can.
Ohh!! It is not rocket Science that I won’t understand. She told me in cut and clear words, “hum to hamare laalu se shaadi karungi, hum toh tumse isiliye batiya rahe the ki hum thoda bahut angrezi shikh jaayen aur agle election main hum thoda rob jhaad saken”
AB AAP JA SAKTE HAIN
My love life ended there. Obviously, I married but I wont ever forget my first love. She was everything for me. I lost all trust on Women after rabbo( I use to call her) ditched me. But I have asked God to make me LALOO PRASAD YADAV in my next birth so that I can teach her a lesson.
I, William Shakespeare, fondly known as The Bard, remember that day accurately. It was 14th February. Yes, it was Valentine’s Day. I gathered courage and decided to propose my childhood love. She was none other than the most happening Indian beauty “Rabri Yadav”. God must have taken all his time to create her. She is celestial beauty personified.
14th February
I reached her village. It was a typical village with loads of cattle. It was morning. All were busy with their daily chores viz. brushing their teeth with a neem stick, bathing out in the open with their cows, and shouting at the top of their voice, “Aur Shaakspari Bhaiya, kaisan ho?” I was not able to get who this shaakspaari is. Any ways, I will tell you about my Sweety. I went to her place. It is a huge shed with decorated with dry hay. There she is, playing with the buffalo. She looks so innocent. I checked the surroundings whether there was anyone to beat me, in case she doesn’t accept my proposal. There was no one, so I moved ahead.
As soon as I reached the shed, the cow started singing. No, I am serious; it was one of my sonnets. I was motivated and directly went to her. She was not at all shocked as if she knew that it would happen. I bent down, took her hands in mine and gave her the roses and milk chocolate that I had brought for her. Her hands smelled of cow dung. It was a perfume for me. To my utter surprise, She accepted. I asked her out. She agreed.
We went to a dhaaba just outside her place. We talked a lot and had great fun. She told me about her weirdest fantasies about cows and buffaloes and how her boyfriend would propose her with a glass of milk. As it was a breakfast date, not an evening one, usually insane people go on. I called for the waiter, but there was none. It was a self service dhaaba. I got a glass of milk and proposed her as she wished. She started blushing; she looked prettier than ever. We talked about her past crushes. But she was my one and only love. Just when I was going to pay the bill, she asked me to dutch. But I insisted so she agreed.
After two months of continuous dating, we decided to get married. I decided the venue and timing. It was a grand shed complete with cattle, which she loves. I arranged for the priest and decorations. I reached their on time and waited for her. She didn’t come till one hour. I waited anxiously to see the gorgeous Indian Bride. All my relatives arrived but there was no sign of hers. On top of that, Priest continuously reminding “ Shaadi ka muhurat nikala jar aha hai” I was tensed, ‘ will she, won’t she?”
Soon the entire atmosphere filled with cow dung perfume. I got a hint that she has come. She came in a awesome red trousseau. Mostly Manish Malhotra designed it for her, that too for free. She was mysteriously smiling. Her enigmatic smile took my heart. I saw her family members and relatives arriving in dozen. Soon, the entire shed filled with alien looking people. I wanted a quiet wedding. I had told her in advance. But let it be, anything for her.
She came and went to the backside of the shed. Soon she was invisible. I got tensd and started searching for her. A last, I found her at the backyard. There she is. I approached her to ask the problem. She was sitting with her legs crossed. I went to her and just when I bent down, I heard lots of cows and buffaloes moving towards me. Before I could make out what’s happening, a big fat buffalo with a weird man riding it. He was a stout fellow with a big paunch. He had a receding hairline and was dressed in a rural Indian outfit. I was scared to death. He Came. He Saw Me. He Conquered. He hit me on my head with a milk Can.
Ohh!! It is not rocket Science that I won’t understand. She told me in cut and clear words, “hum to hamare laalu se shaadi karungi, hum toh tumse isiliye batiya rahe the ki hum thoda bahut angrezi shikh jaayen aur agle election main hum thoda rob jhaad saken”
AB AAP JA SAKTE HAIN
My love life ended there. Obviously, I married but I wont ever forget my first love. She was everything for me. I lost all trust on Women after rabbo( I use to call her) ditched me. But I have asked God to make me LALOO PRASAD YADAV in my next birth so that I can teach her a lesson.
Monday, March 3, 2008
Breaking News: A Kidnap on Highway
Oh!!! So you like reading such news. Or else you won’t have started reading this article. Continue reading, I won’t disappoint you. It’s a story about a girl who was abducted on the Highway. She has been kept hostage in a small room with two other girls. These are not the only girls. There are many like them who have been captured. They are given a very cruel treatment. Food which they get is very horrible. They would prefer to starve rather than have that food. Initially, girl used to wait for someone to come and rescue her. She would sit by the window and see the trucks and buses passing by hoping that some day she would sit in the same bus which would take her to her parents. Gradually, she came over all these things and adjusted in the environment. Now, you won’t believe that she likes all these things. She likes all the people over here and doesn’t want to go back.
Are you feeling sorry for the girl, huh? Don’t be.
Hey, haven’t you all still guessed it? These kids are none other than postgraduate mass communication students at Indira School of Communication which is on the highway. And I am specifically talking about hostelites. Don’t jump to conclusions. It is not that Indira masscom is a kidnapper in real sense, but initially being new to Pune, Highway and all those things which were far from being called civilization, they felt awkward.
Now, I will take you around their life with some “not to miss” inputs from me. Where do I start from?? Umm… let me start from the very start.
Sita Maushi, Pramila, kuthe as?? Shouts our warden at 7 in the morning and this acts as our alarm. Oh, my, my!! Three in a room. Class a 9.30. Jesus Christ. Who would be the first one to use the loo? “I will go the washroom first”, shouts one. “Hey, it would be me”, retorts another. After all such debates, still there is no one who has made any efforts to get out of bed. And then its an amazing scene. Utter Chaos. “Hey, dumbo, come soon, its 9 now. “You should have got up earlier, na, if you were in such a hurry”.If this was not enough, you have now to struggle for a peek at the mirror. Yeah, girls need that. One mirror, thousands errors(read girls).
Run, run, run, fire on the mountain. Way to mess?? Bhaiya, coffee and sandwich. Swallow the stuff and move. Now, it’s a complete outdoor training camp outside the hostel campus. Tracking through Highway, simulated rope climbing to fourth floor and weight lifting ( its your weight and not your backpacks’ weight that you are lifting).
Now we are in a paradise titled “The Sleeping Haven”. Beautiful ladies and handsome hulks are a treat for the eyes. After gossiping about them, we nap till the professor leaves the class. Here ends the first half, not of the movie but of our visit to college.
We have a hearty lunch comprising rajma’s gravy(actually there are no rajmas found), look alike of Chapati, artificially sweetened curd, and a treasure hunt veggie. yeah, It’s a treasure hunt, because we are told, it has paneer but for the entire time span we are hunting for it. Food is food; don’t make a fun of it, shouts a girl...
Hey friends, why don’t we bunk the second half and go for a movie, instead. This intelligent plan is accepted by a few; and off are these people to a movie. The story has just begun. Watching a movie and that too in theatres requires a long procedure to follow. For those who have their own vehicle, there’s no problem, but for others it’s nothing less than a pilgrimage. We make the best possible use of all the means of transport. It starts with walking to the nearby auto stand. There you will get a six seater (read eleven seater). We somehow manage to ignore little kids playing with our shoes in the auto and aunties yelling at the top of their voices. We get down, walk a little and then wait for a bus. If you don’t get a bus, again a ride in a six seater. The rick drops you somewhere in between and from there you take a private auto. At last, you reach the destination. The history repeats itself, and the same goes for journey back home, oops, hostel.
I will tell you scene after dinner. It’s a time when we all are at our best. All the masscom hostelites gather at amphitheatre which is dimly lit. The discussion ranges from cribbing about friends, classes, Wakad etc. to Pune and India at large. No, not just these, masscom students also have some skills such as mimicry which one of our friends is great at and makes us laugh our heart out. hey, will not forget to tell about the games which we play. All kiddie games which takes us to our childhood days are played at this time. its kiddsh, but we love it. Soon, Watchman starts troubling us to go upstairs after ten by making his wishes come true by whistling at girls.
Who’s gonna sleep, now. We all sit together and start singing after a round of good girlie gossips about those who are not present, especially room mates. “All the masscom girls, up at once”, guessed it right, our sweet warden Ma’am. We drag ourselves upstairs. But we don’t part. We gather in someone’s room and lay our hands on Mom made food which has been couriered by someone’s mom this evening or just cook maggi in a tiffin box. Don’t worry, won’t teach you the “10 easy steps to cook maggi in hostel” right now.
Present Ma’am. So, all masscom girls have gathered here, it seems. Yeah, Ma’am; would you join us?? After that supper, we are off to our rooms to meet our room mates. We give a quick hug to our laptops and start working on assignments. We work till we start getting dreams between assignments. We call off the day, meaning night, and take a ride to our hometown and meet our family and friends. Obviously, in our dreams, buddy. Same story the next day.
Midnight coffee, long chats, birthday bumps, bunking classes, crush on pal, fights for marks, tears for love, just everything…People call it COLLEGE, we call it LIFE.
Are you feeling sorry for the girl, huh? Don’t be.
Hey, haven’t you all still guessed it? These kids are none other than postgraduate mass communication students at Indira School of Communication which is on the highway. And I am specifically talking about hostelites. Don’t jump to conclusions. It is not that Indira masscom is a kidnapper in real sense, but initially being new to Pune, Highway and all those things which were far from being called civilization, they felt awkward.
Now, I will take you around their life with some “not to miss” inputs from me. Where do I start from?? Umm… let me start from the very start.
Sita Maushi, Pramila, kuthe as?? Shouts our warden at 7 in the morning and this acts as our alarm. Oh, my, my!! Three in a room. Class a 9.30. Jesus Christ. Who would be the first one to use the loo? “I will go the washroom first”, shouts one. “Hey, it would be me”, retorts another. After all such debates, still there is no one who has made any efforts to get out of bed. And then its an amazing scene. Utter Chaos. “Hey, dumbo, come soon, its 9 now. “You should have got up earlier, na, if you were in such a hurry”.If this was not enough, you have now to struggle for a peek at the mirror. Yeah, girls need that. One mirror, thousands errors(read girls).
Run, run, run, fire on the mountain. Way to mess?? Bhaiya, coffee and sandwich. Swallow the stuff and move. Now, it’s a complete outdoor training camp outside the hostel campus. Tracking through Highway, simulated rope climbing to fourth floor and weight lifting ( its your weight and not your backpacks’ weight that you are lifting).
Now we are in a paradise titled “The Sleeping Haven”. Beautiful ladies and handsome hulks are a treat for the eyes. After gossiping about them, we nap till the professor leaves the class. Here ends the first half, not of the movie but of our visit to college.
We have a hearty lunch comprising rajma’s gravy(actually there are no rajmas found), look alike of Chapati, artificially sweetened curd, and a treasure hunt veggie. yeah, It’s a treasure hunt, because we are told, it has paneer but for the entire time span we are hunting for it. Food is food; don’t make a fun of it, shouts a girl...
Hey friends, why don’t we bunk the second half and go for a movie, instead. This intelligent plan is accepted by a few; and off are these people to a movie. The story has just begun. Watching a movie and that too in theatres requires a long procedure to follow. For those who have their own vehicle, there’s no problem, but for others it’s nothing less than a pilgrimage. We make the best possible use of all the means of transport. It starts with walking to the nearby auto stand. There you will get a six seater (read eleven seater). We somehow manage to ignore little kids playing with our shoes in the auto and aunties yelling at the top of their voices. We get down, walk a little and then wait for a bus. If you don’t get a bus, again a ride in a six seater. The rick drops you somewhere in between and from there you take a private auto. At last, you reach the destination. The history repeats itself, and the same goes for journey back home, oops, hostel.
I will tell you scene after dinner. It’s a time when we all are at our best. All the masscom hostelites gather at amphitheatre which is dimly lit. The discussion ranges from cribbing about friends, classes, Wakad etc. to Pune and India at large. No, not just these, masscom students also have some skills such as mimicry which one of our friends is great at and makes us laugh our heart out. hey, will not forget to tell about the games which we play. All kiddie games which takes us to our childhood days are played at this time. its kiddsh, but we love it. Soon, Watchman starts troubling us to go upstairs after ten by making his wishes come true by whistling at girls.
Who’s gonna sleep, now. We all sit together and start singing after a round of good girlie gossips about those who are not present, especially room mates. “All the masscom girls, up at once”, guessed it right, our sweet warden Ma’am. We drag ourselves upstairs. But we don’t part. We gather in someone’s room and lay our hands on Mom made food which has been couriered by someone’s mom this evening or just cook maggi in a tiffin box. Don’t worry, won’t teach you the “10 easy steps to cook maggi in hostel” right now.
Present Ma’am. So, all masscom girls have gathered here, it seems. Yeah, Ma’am; would you join us?? After that supper, we are off to our rooms to meet our room mates. We give a quick hug to our laptops and start working on assignments. We work till we start getting dreams between assignments. We call off the day, meaning night, and take a ride to our hometown and meet our family and friends. Obviously, in our dreams, buddy. Same story the next day.
Midnight coffee, long chats, birthday bumps, bunking classes, crush on pal, fights for marks, tears for love, just everything…People call it COLLEGE, we call it LIFE.
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