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
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.
Saturday, September 22, 2007
A Messy Mess
No... It's not exactly messy, but the title suits d article.
Breakfast.....
yup, u r right, this means that u have to break the fast, after having the last fud that you had at 1 or 2 in the nite or sometimes also at 3.
the breakfast is too yummy, and i am not being sarcastic this time, its actually good. breakfast here makes ur day n morning begins with a happy note! with all those medu wadas n uttapas n upma...ummmm but not pohe( i don like it except when its garnished with namkeen, which obviously our messwals don't give). so here's our very gud mrng, meet u all at lunch.
Lunch...
The lunch... ohhh.. first of all, I get scared seeing all those studious people(read MBA) who are sprawling in the mess. then comes the mess bhaiya who asks me kem chho. After staring all those vegetables which can't be called cooked, I find respite when I see the friendly dal smiling at me. After having the plate arranged (the plate which doesn't need any arrangement as u won't find much items there) there comes the best part of having lunch, FINDING A PLACE to sit!!! after facing all the odds, u finally find a place for u n ur friends to sit n suddenly these MBA ppl come asking, "plz can v sit over here" n I m like arrey baba itne mushkil se place dhoondhi hai, kuch to reham karo. n u dont feel like sayiing no, but u do. I never feel satiated after havin lunch n keep askin 4 smething more( read sweets). leave it, yaar. v all always hve lunch as if vr missin the train, or in other words the train is waitin 4 us, the word that i learnt here is ...ek to ghai ghai main khana khao aur upar se sadu si class main ja ke so jao.... next scene: v run... obviously 2 class.
Evening...
usually I don go 2 mess at this time for the simple reason it literally stinks that time.. They serve not-so-cold, not-so-hot coffee which is loaded with lots of coffee powder, of which u realise ven u have the last sip. They also serve u 2 biscuits(which i call "kutranchya biscuit), n not a single extra one is allowed. But u knw me na, if not then knw that after haggling( or in other words, pataofy that bhaiya) I get one more, he! he!
Dinner...
calendar, khana do... calendar khana do...
you all guessed it right, v feel hungry at around 7.00 n fud gets served at 8.00. so v chomp all those junky stuff which is either gathered 4m nearby shops or our mamma has sent it with all those pyaar. Aan haan, v also accept pyaar of our friends mamma, u knw even that's tasty.
so, back 2 dinner. oh no, its 8 n the mess is loaded with vanar sena. I call them vanar sena becoz they cme loaded in bus n stare u... like u all r aliens. no, not at all u can'thave fud with all these ppl. udrop the idea of havin dinner at 8. so u enter that place, mess yaar!! at around 8.45 after waitin 4ur frnds. Obviously, yaar u were havin fud alone first n that why u were undergoin all this maathamari. Now, dinner.. its all nava juna exceptits pavbhaji or chowmein. they r respite 4m the usual fud stuff. u hve fud... smetimes spiting venom on all those guys who r staring us.
dinner done.Yippie!!!! the day's ended...
Suprabhat...
Ab aap ka din shuru hoga mess ke darshan se!!
Ciao
Gud Mrng, hostelites!!!I m gonna take u on a tour of our very own mess, so all u guys.... njoy d trip!!!!
Breakfast.....
yup, u r right, this means that u have to break the fast, after having the last fud that you had at 1 or 2 in the nite or sometimes also at 3.
the breakfast is too yummy, and i am not being sarcastic this time, its actually good. breakfast here makes ur day n morning begins with a happy note! with all those medu wadas n uttapas n upma...ummmm but not pohe( i don like it except when its garnished with namkeen, which obviously our messwals don't give). so here's our very gud mrng, meet u all at lunch.
Lunch...
The lunch... ohhh.. first of all, I get scared seeing all those studious people(read MBA) who are sprawling in the mess. then comes the mess bhaiya who asks me kem chho. After staring all those vegetables which can't be called cooked, I find respite when I see the friendly dal smiling at me. After having the plate arranged (the plate which doesn't need any arrangement as u won't find much items there) there comes the best part of having lunch, FINDING A PLACE to sit!!! after facing all the odds, u finally find a place for u n ur friends to sit n suddenly these MBA ppl come asking, "plz can v sit over here" n I m like arrey baba itne mushkil se place dhoondhi hai, kuch to reham karo. n u dont feel like sayiing no, but u do. I never feel satiated after havin lunch n keep askin 4 smething more( read sweets). leave it, yaar. v all always hve lunch as if vr missin the train, or in other words the train is waitin 4 us, the word that i learnt here is ...ek to ghai ghai main khana khao aur upar se sadu si class main ja ke so jao.... next scene: v run... obviously 2 class.
Evening...
usually I don go 2 mess at this time for the simple reason it literally stinks that time.. They serve not-so-cold, not-so-hot coffee which is loaded with lots of coffee powder, of which u realise ven u have the last sip. They also serve u 2 biscuits(which i call "kutranchya biscuit), n not a single extra one is allowed. But u knw me na, if not then knw that after haggling( or in other words, pataofy that bhaiya) I get one more, he! he!
Dinner...
calendar, khana do... calendar khana do...
you all guessed it right, v feel hungry at around 7.00 n fud gets served at 8.00. so v chomp all those junky stuff which is either gathered 4m nearby shops or our mamma has sent it with all those pyaar. Aan haan, v also accept pyaar of our friends mamma, u knw even that's tasty.
so, back 2 dinner. oh no, its 8 n the mess is loaded with vanar sena. I call them vanar sena becoz they cme loaded in bus n stare u... like u all r aliens. no, not at all u can'thave fud with all these ppl. udrop the idea of havin dinner at 8. so u enter that place, mess yaar!! at around 8.45 after waitin 4ur frnds. Obviously, yaar u were havin fud alone first n that why u were undergoin all this maathamari. Now, dinner.. its all nava juna exceptits pavbhaji or chowmein. they r respite 4m the usual fud stuff. u hve fud... smetimes spiting venom on all those guys who r staring us.
dinner done.Yippie!!!! the day's ended...
Suprabhat...
Ab aap ka din shuru hoga mess ke darshan se!!
Ciao
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Mera pyaara dange chowk
v all frnds had decided tht v wud surely write about dange chowk whenever v get a chance. so why not on my blog.
our insti is at highway... where u get nothin except chikhal...as in marathi.. v call it kichad. so if u wanna get even ur meaniest of jobs done, for instance get ur footwear mended, u have to go to dange chowk. v all r bugged goin out there. its like suddenly coming to a gaaon, not also village. v r ashamed of telling our friends in pune dat we stay at such a place. so for making it hep.. i suggested dat we shud call it d.c.( dange chowk) just like m.g. road, f.c. road et al.
all of our insti's students life starts from der if v wanna take a ride to the city. for reachin der too, we have to first walk to wakad, den take a six seater( which is full of guys.. oops.. men...how cud u expect that u will find a guy in a six seater, yaar) and v r finally at our beloved place, d.c., as fondly called by us. Now u get all ur work done. Or if u wanna go further, u have many options availaible.. like 6-seater, auto rickshaw or bus.
I generally prefer bus as u can sneak in n out of it without payin a penny. yup. i did it twice, but unknowingly, guys. V are at the city now..... which is full of malls. leave it... as dis post is on d.c. and not on the city. v r now coming back... again in bus... which is always waitin for us at shivajinagar. just imagine.. whenever v r to board a bus... its empty.. the passengers r standin down.. but d moment v enter it d public which is watin down comes in. huh... were these ppl waitin for us to move in....GOD KNOWS.... the journey back is a joy ride.. especially when u are sittin in front... u sing along n u can also escape the weird expressions of people who are sitting behind u...
the problem starts now.. every time d bus stops.. v wonder.. has d.c. come. half of our time passes just like dis. finally v r here at d.c. u take dat 6-seater ride back after haggling with the autowalas. now v r back to pavillion n what, kahani khatam... paisa hajam... oops, waste!!!!
our insti is at highway... where u get nothin except chikhal...as in marathi.. v call it kichad. so if u wanna get even ur meaniest of jobs done, for instance get ur footwear mended, u have to go to dange chowk. v all r bugged goin out there. its like suddenly coming to a gaaon, not also village. v r ashamed of telling our friends in pune dat we stay at such a place. so for making it hep.. i suggested dat we shud call it d.c.( dange chowk) just like m.g. road, f.c. road et al.
all of our insti's students life starts from der if v wanna take a ride to the city. for reachin der too, we have to first walk to wakad, den take a six seater( which is full of guys.. oops.. men...how cud u expect that u will find a guy in a six seater, yaar) and v r finally at our beloved place, d.c., as fondly called by us. Now u get all ur work done. Or if u wanna go further, u have many options availaible.. like 6-seater, auto rickshaw or bus.
I generally prefer bus as u can sneak in n out of it without payin a penny. yup. i did it twice, but unknowingly, guys. V are at the city now..... which is full of malls. leave it... as dis post is on d.c. and not on the city. v r now coming back... again in bus... which is always waitin for us at shivajinagar. just imagine.. whenever v r to board a bus... its empty.. the passengers r standin down.. but d moment v enter it d public which is watin down comes in. huh... were these ppl waitin for us to move in....GOD KNOWS.... the journey back is a joy ride.. especially when u are sittin in front... u sing along n u can also escape the weird expressions of people who are sitting behind u...
the problem starts now.. every time d bus stops.. v wonder.. has d.c. come. half of our time passes just like dis. finally v r here at d.c. u take dat 6-seater ride back after haggling with the autowalas. now v r back to pavillion n what, kahani khatam... paisa hajam... oops, waste!!!!
Friday, September 7, 2007
First day at the new insti
It seems as if I am writing something like" My very first day at kindergarten" but beleive me it was close to it.
I was to reach d city a day earlier i.e. on Sunday but these rains na won't listen to you. After spending night at that stupid lodge, I reached hostel on Monday morning. After munching on snacks with darling dost, we shifted our luggage to the new room. We were tryin to get used to that ajeeb sa place... den we saw some girls movin downstairs.... they asked us our course and were surprised that we weren't ready for the college...oops school. Me as usual got panicked that induction is to start at 9.00 but avani as usual calmed me. I wore my fav suit....
Now we are here at the campus... its claustrophobic. the place, they call it poolside is full of rangbirange students... all in the best of attire.. but where are cool hunks, yaar... oh there are only a few boys... we console ourself... arrey absent honge yaar.. ladke kabhi first day nahin aate.
I remember only a few faces on the first day.
Guess what,, they kept us waitin for an hour or so. so what avani n I did was to scan each and every face and utter that cliched dialogue..."yeh to uske jaisi lagti hain na jo apne saath college main thi." ... ha.. ha. just watch her yaar... " woh..usko dekh.. kitni proud lagti hai... jabse aayi hai vaise hi baithi hai.. ek word tak nahin bola" and stuff like that.
Now we move on to other stuffy place which is on third or fourth floor, which they call, auditorium. Nothing interesting happened that could be mentioned.
the day moved on n we gathered for playin games. In the pulling nose wala game.. I ended up pulling same guys nose three times and on top of that I asked his name equal no. of time.
We played many games and all were very funny. I particularly liked the skit which we performed. Me as Aishwarya, nevi as My mom-in-law and avani as janvi and we did abhishek's wedding scene. and now dont ask me who was abhishek in our play as i dont remember.
The day ends over here. but only for college.. now we move on to the hostel after hopping over all the kichad on the highway... seems as if some kind of war is won. now packing for the omt and just passing time with all the girls.
u know we made fun of the 3 tv sets kept over there. all the three tv sets worked. one for watchin blue movie, the other black and the third when u really dont feel like watchin a movie. heh heh it was a PJ . and u all perve nerves blue movie.. in d sense.. the screen was blue and we didnt know how to operate it.
so... this is enuf for the first day and if u wanna write any comments.. just sochofy that if u write any bad comments and in case i know u i m gonna kill u.
I was to reach d city a day earlier i.e. on Sunday but these rains na won't listen to you. After spending night at that stupid lodge, I reached hostel on Monday morning. After munching on snacks with darling dost, we shifted our luggage to the new room. We were tryin to get used to that ajeeb sa place... den we saw some girls movin downstairs.... they asked us our course and were surprised that we weren't ready for the college...oops school. Me as usual got panicked that induction is to start at 9.00 but avani as usual calmed me. I wore my fav suit....
Now we are here at the campus... its claustrophobic. the place, they call it poolside is full of rangbirange students... all in the best of attire.. but where are cool hunks, yaar... oh there are only a few boys... we console ourself... arrey absent honge yaar.. ladke kabhi first day nahin aate.
I remember only a few faces on the first day.
Guess what,, they kept us waitin for an hour or so. so what avani n I did was to scan each and every face and utter that cliched dialogue..."yeh to uske jaisi lagti hain na jo apne saath college main thi." ... ha.. ha. just watch her yaar... " woh..usko dekh.. kitni proud lagti hai... jabse aayi hai vaise hi baithi hai.. ek word tak nahin bola" and stuff like that.
Now we move on to other stuffy place which is on third or fourth floor, which they call, auditorium. Nothing interesting happened that could be mentioned.
the day moved on n we gathered for playin games. In the pulling nose wala game.. I ended up pulling same guys nose three times and on top of that I asked his name equal no. of time.
We played many games and all were very funny. I particularly liked the skit which we performed. Me as Aishwarya, nevi as My mom-in-law and avani as janvi and we did abhishek's wedding scene. and now dont ask me who was abhishek in our play as i dont remember.
The day ends over here. but only for college.. now we move on to the hostel after hopping over all the kichad on the highway... seems as if some kind of war is won. now packing for the omt and just passing time with all the girls.
u know we made fun of the 3 tv sets kept over there. all the three tv sets worked. one for watchin blue movie, the other black and the third when u really dont feel like watchin a movie. heh heh it was a PJ . and u all perve nerves blue movie.. in d sense.. the screen was blue and we didnt know how to operate it.
so... this is enuf for the first day and if u wanna write any comments.. just sochofy that if u write any bad comments and in case i know u i m gonna kill u.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
discover n be surprised
The one thing which I have learnt after coming to indira is "discover and be surprised". This is because, after coming here, I have learnt that I have become sweet. And also that I talk less. How come this is possible.Not only that, my friends back in Ahmedabad too have started calling me sweet. Good, for a change. But,friends here will know me soon. Because, when their turn comes for discovering and being surprised about me, they will be shocked. they will know that I talk a lot and I am a mastikhor at heart. I can shout, scream and play pranks with boys and girls alike.sooooo, guys n gals out there, r u ready?!!!!!!!!
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