Tuesday 26 October 2010

19th Birthday Bash

15 October, 1991 - the day when this little brat let out its first cry and let the universe know that she had entered this world after all. I must say that I was born on Durgashtami (mallus would definitely know of this auspicious day especially thanks to the movie Manichitratazhu) and that made it all the more special for my family members as I did prove too hot to handle!
And now 19 years after that, my family has still not found the perfect solution to contain this little devil. This 19th birthday of mine proved pretty good for me, rather I must specify that it was good till 2 pm in the afternoon! Friends and family alike made it all the more special and God alone knows what all preparations went into this birthday bash of mine. First and foremost let me start of by saying a big thanks to all the my near and dear ones for making the day extra special (though I did spoil some of the surprises, sorry [:)]). A big umma to all my roomies, extended roomies and my family!!!
14 October,2010- I had my LD lab in the afternoon and it ended pretty fast and so me and MG (Marilyn) met in front of the MB and started walking back, describing all our lab events and commenting on it not even sparing a single moment. Then both of us headed straight to our mess (this month MG ending up in the veg mess for a change) for tea or rather some more evening gossip. While we were sitting there and chatting, I see anju and akhi enter the mess with a big bag in their hand. I saw them animatedly talking to the mess chechi and I knew the reason! MG suddenly sees anju.
MG: "Anju's not in this mess. Is she?"
Me: "No man. She came to keep the cake in the fridge here [:)]"
MG: "What caaakkk....... Oh shit... Anju..."
She ran to anju's side and explained to her that I knew of everything. It was worth seeing anju's face. ROFL. She ignored me and with that million dollar expression of hers, she ran out of the mess. Akhi, in the meantime, tried to change the topic but she herself could not help laughing at how embarrassing a situation they had created for themselves.
I came back to the room to find anju hiding behind a book and trying really hard to not look at me. And out of nowhere both of us just burst out laughing. MG entered the room and then I was trying to calm anju down saying that the surprise was just broken earlier and when anju left the room, I kept on making fun of them saying that I needed to practice that surprised Miss World expression for that night when I had to cut the cake. " No thanks... If you do something that idiotic, you wait and watch.. ", MG said.
At around 6 pm, anju gets a call in her mobile. She sees the number and says, "Varsha, Varun achachan is calling". I checked my mobile and seeing no call in mine I told her to answerr her call. She answers it and gives her mobile to me and all I had to say was, "Its for you. You talk to him [;)]". Then it strikes her. She runs out of the room with the mobile. MG, sudhi and nids enter the room then just to see me lying head down on my table and laughing.
All: "What happened?"
Me: " Varun is planning a surprise for my birthday with anju and I just got to know of it."
All: "OMG..."
MG (running out of the room) : "Anju forget it. She knows it."
And after all the conversation outside my room, they enter to see me grinning widely.
MG: "For all the pain and trouble you have caused us, we are surely giving you a special GPL tonight.'" And the expression in everyone's face said that clearly.
The truth was I was feeling pretty bad that I had poured water over all their plans. But it was so hilarious to see all of their faces when they were caught red-handed.
At around 7, everyone disappears from the room and I realized that all of them had gone to meet Varun outside the LH gate. I just look out my window and I see two familiar figures on the walkway behind the BB court. And suddenly anju screams, "She saw us." That was it. I had reached the zenith of controlling my laughter and I just burst out laughing. In 5 minutes, the entire 911 gang was in the room. Their vicious expressions said it all. With much venom in their voice they made it clear that the night was one I would never forget thanks to all the kicks I would get!
I promised myself that I would not spoil any more fun and I swore that I would atleast act as if I knew nothing (though later I realized that I did not know most of the things), after all I was a dancer. I got ready to take a shower and as planned earlier by my friends I was to wear a party top for the celebration. On seeing the top they went like, "ohho.....ooooo." And when I said the 4-digit price tag of the top, all that MG could say was, " For that piece of GLASS??!!!!"
I took a shower and only later did my friends realize that it was to escape all the cake facials that I otherwise might be subjected to. But my friends have always maintained that there are better uses of the cake for the stomach than for the face! My friends on seeing me in the new and hmm (other adjectives) top, passed various comments the MOST DECENT one being, "Hmmm... This is a Ladies Hostel.. No point!" [:O]
At 11.30 (after 2 hours of everyone missing from the room) , MG enters the room and closes my eyes and leads me outside for the apparent surprise birthday bash with the cake I had seen earlier in the day. I must say it was a sweet celebration with all my friends there and we did have a lot of fun!
Returning back to the room, I told anju that I was going to take a power nap for 20 minutes and that I had to wake up and study for my exam scheduled for the next day. MG and anju, meanwhile were perched on anju's bed and gossipping about me and since even after my persistant questioning they had no plans of revealing it to me, I just dozed off.
In the middle of the night I hear another birthday song and it came from pretty close by. When I opened my eyes, I saw that all of 911 were standing there with a nicely lit cake in the dark room.
Me: "OMG. You guys are crazy. How many cakes man?!"
All: "Its from Varun achachan."
After the song, I blew off the candles and cut the cake. This cake was exclusively for the 10 of us! And while all this was going on, anju hands me another big bag and I open that to realize that there were two BIG packs of Celebrations and some comparatively smaller Temptations packs inside it. That was my birthday present from Varun. That made up for lunch and dinner for 2 days for the 10 of us!
Then came the funnier parts. My birthday presents from my friends.
1) Prank message- I get a message from one of my friends and apart from the birthday wishes there was something pretty weird to the entire message and later I realized that it was a prank from MG and anju! The video they took of this entire exchange was pretty hilarious and there are time even now that me and anju sit and laugh over it!
2) Bag - My college bag tore on my way to college and I had to make do with the new bag that my parents got me as a gift and I did not want to spoil it by taking it to college. My friends knew of that and they got me a sweet bag as my present. And till today I have been flaunting that bag of mine!
3) Card - This was the most enjoyable gift of all and I keep on telling them that. My friends were keeping on pestering me to open the bag and finally when I did, I found this huge card in it. I take it out to the incessant coughing from all my friends. I see the cover of the card filled entirely with one alphabet (an alphabet that comes in the first 13 alphabets of the English language, and nothing more will come out of this mouth of mine) and I just kept my mouth shut.
MG: "Hows the design? [;)]"
Me: " Thank you my dear. I can see your art work clearly in here especially the alphabet. I refuse to comment on the design of the card. *weird smile*"
MG: " That is not fair! We would not have done that to you had you not spoiled all our surprises. This is our sweet revenge. Hey, did you see all that little hearts next to the alphabet and to some 'key phrases?*wicked smile*."
Me: " I did see all the hearts and alphabets and all the coded things in there. And I am just going to keep my mouth shut." I knew that they were waiting for me to comment on all that and I was not going to play into their trap!
Anju: " Now that is how we add some 'personal' touch to the entire thing. [;)] " *hi5 between anju and MG*
Me: " I see all the 'personal' touch that you people have given it. Do you realize that I can't take it back home and show it to amma?! (But now considering the fact that even amma pulls my leg quite often taking it back home is not going to be an issue as I have already told amma the entire story) .The only person I can show it to is to Varun thanks to all your artwork with that one alphabet and the code-name in that!!! I made up the code-name, how can I not recognize it, you fool?!!!"
Anju: " Didn't we just make your day thanks to the card? [;)]"
Me: "No comments. All that I can say is that this definitely was 'one hard kick'!"
Apart from all that there were personal little mails from all of them behind the card and each and every letter was so cute that I actually could not stop laughing. Anju made sure that even that letter from her was not spared of the alphabet! After all this is the opportunity she got to make up for the earlier embarrassing moments!
After all the fun we could possibly have, mostly fun at making fun of me and more leg-pulling, all of us dispersed at 2 in the night and somehow me and MG could not even think of our supposed exam the next day!
The day went off well and then came the dreaded afternoon when I sat down to write my exams. The exams went so terribly bad that I came back and cried for the first time in my life over an exam. And all that Varun had to say was, " Ok. Maybe you won't get a 30 on 30. Please for God's sakes be satisfied with a 29 [:P] and stop worrying the rest of us. This is the problem when you get so used to extremely good marks. Welcome to engineering, my little sister!"
Apart from that exam of mine, it was an awesome day, well spent with friends and family and I must say that the 'surprises' were indeed amazing. Though the card caught me unawares (as I was pretty sure that my friends would not pull my leg on my birthday card) they made sure that I was embarrassed like anything on that card, the birthday was one Great Day!!!

Thursday 7 October 2010

Life in a Girls' School

I have done my schooling in Holy Angels' ISC School which is a girls-only school, the main reason for this post of mine. Well let me make this very clear, this post is not meant as a chauvinistic one or some sort of girl-power post but instead a frank account of a free spirit who enjoyed life within the four walls of that prestigious institution.
First of all the reason why I am writing this post is, in the last month or so when we friends chatted about our school, my roomie also being from a girls-only, I realized that the fun I had in my school knew no bounds, partly because of the above-mentioned reason. For everyone it was a different emotion, a different recollection-of-sorts, a different reminiscence, a different environment, a different life all together. After everyone had dispersed, I still sat in thoughts of my school and that is when i made a mental note that one day, some day, I would write on it.
I seriously have no clue where to start. I still remember the first day when amma left me at my school, my first ever assembly, my first ever teacher, my first ever friends, my uniform. Now that was something I was very proud of, our uniforms. It was a checkered knee-length skirt and a white shirt with a tie and thus we got ourselves a chic look. If I start talking about all that then I would just never stop. But I will never forget these special things in my life. What brought out the naughty people in all of us would be our 11th and 12th standards and everyone in my batch would agree to that. I mean the levels of insanity that our classrooms have seen in our year are inexplicable. Coming to the 11th, the penultimate senior year and the year when all the chains are broken loose and hell is released, when all the quiet, sweet and innocent awaken the devils and monsters lurking within them. Don't get me wrong here. It is just that the freedom one enjoys on reaching that year is quite enigmatic as it is that one year when you get to enjoy after your 10th boards and before 12th boards. So the students just utilize it to their advantage.
We had a rousing reception into our 11th and some Fresher's Day fun (organized by our seniors to just get some practice of ragging) we all settled into our classrooms knowing very well that come June, July and August we had be lined up with events after events. Our very first one was school elections. One fine recess our new Principal enters our classroom followed by some of our senior teachers and announce that we had to vote for our school representatives. Well it was all a joke then! Finally the results and posts of the elections were out (after meetings with seniors and juniors and teachers and God knows who all, the results were finally decided) and I was the Assistant Head Girl. Thus started my tenure as the AHG and as the Head Girl, the next year. And then in between all that started practice for the famous LaFest. Well let me just put it this way- it was just pure hysteria as far as some of the people were considered , after all this is the most prestigious inter-school event in Trivandrum. Well there were others but LaFest always enjoyed that supreme spot. All inter-school fests were enjoyable in its own sense and was different in some way when you were the team captain. I must say that the nervousness does get onto me during results time but after a few results we become pretty sure of our standings and I must say that we sweept LaFest in our 12th and lifted the trophy for one last time! And thus the rumors started- the all boys school would definitely have a soft spot for us and it was a known thing that we would finally win LaFest. But all that I had to say was, " Guys please check out the points table! The huge gap would in itself answer all that!". In school though, none of us thought twice before speaking. The endless conversations and teasing our corridors had been a witness to with bf's names being called and what not! Even our teachers did not stay back, "How are your guys in other schools? You would have seen them in tuitions yesterday right? So what are they saying?", and then would start a lively discussion on some of the tuition classes with expert opinions from our teachers too.
In between all this I was busy concentrating on my coaching classes. There were 7 of us who used to attend MathIIT from our school and that in itself earned us a lot of names like 'zombies', 'bujis' and much more (refer http://jani91.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-of-iit-aspirant.html for more details) and when ever we heard that we used to just fume thinking of our performances there and if at anytime one of us voiced it out and i seconded that opinion I would dig my own grave and the pastor leading the entire group would be VS starting off with, "Varsaji, you shut up. You don't have any right to speak about performances." But in between all this we used to have a lot of fun staying back in the school so as to attend the class and the ride from school to MathIIT and all the mimics that VS did the next day.
Then there were times in my class when our expertise was needed, especially in some of our boring classes. When people have had enough of learning for the day they would just pass a chit to me and request me to disrupt class in some way (Now that is a side of me only my school mates know while others just find it very difficult to accept that). I would usually have my head buried in the assignments or books that I had under my table and pondering over its solutions which unfortunately my school teachers always misjudged to be a contemplation of their questions and remarks. Then feeling pity over my friends who had suffered this lecture for some time now (though i had no clue what was happening) I would raise my head and stare at the board just to know what topic was being taken in class! Then if it was a topic that had already been done in MathIIT then i would ask all the questions that sir asked us, some very technical ones and baffle the teachers which was like 10 minutes of comedy time for all my class mates, seeing the way I put the question so that our teachers could not understand the question for 5 minutes and then when they figure it out they try to present it in the same complicated method that i had asked and finally end up saying, " Hope you all have understood what i said, though that is not there in your syllabus"! English hours were the only hours I listened to because they were interesting, what with Shakespearean plays and readings (in the true Shakespearean style with curtained doors and daggers and great stage settings within the classroom)and poems. Well that was heaven for me! At this special moment I must thank my English teachers for the fact that they were very instrumental in helping me disrupt classes. After all my simple questions were made so complicated just by the use of some English jargon not very commonly used [;)]. Shakespeare also proved instrumental in getting me a new name. 'Beelzebub' was picked up from Macbeth and immediately attached to me. Apparently this ruler of hell is what suited me the best and I always said that I had no problem because after all I was leading some devils and who called themselves Angelites!
In our 11th we also had to spearhead the Magazine Committee. Running around and going to all the classes individually and asking everyone to submit articles, then screening the bunch of stuffs we got, making soft copies of it, then more running around to do our own articles (thanks to being part of the Literary Club), then doing reports on events in schools, carrying out polls, in short an entertainment in itself.
There was a reason I mentioned about our uniforms in the beginning. Let me just put it this way, our corridors were pretty airy and even in a slight breeze all our skirts just have minds of their own which wander freely in that breeze. It was such a common phenomenon that most of the times people rarely bothered about it (after all shorts were an integral part of our uniform) and we used to howl from within the classrooms, " If the show is over, let us know, we need to close the windows :P". Eve-teasing was something we indulged in within our own classes thanks to all this skirt-flying and cheesy remarks.
Another interesting thing that happened was the introduction of a house dress. It was of growing concern for everyone including me and during the speculation period, I was the butt of all jokes with my classmates designing my dress to just irritate me. After all I had to represent all the four houses and hence the weirdest design was of a skirt with stripes of all the four colours. I almost had a temporary black out imagining that thinking that I belonged to some circus troupe. But when the uniforms came I must say that I had the most decent one of all! Mine was a pure white skirt and a white tee with just single thin stripes of all the four colours on one side and the school emblem on the other. It was just cool. My friends on the other hand had a disastrous time what with blue and red and green and yellow skirts and white tees with coloured cuffs. All that we could say was we turned heads in that uniform of ours! It was true because early in the morning when me and my friend went to AO sir's place nobody actually noticed any change in my attire, but when my friend walked in even the buji's (aliens as we called them) who would not take their heads off from the textbooks checked the uniform out and could not suppress a laughter. This was converted into a huge story in class that morning. In the evening when we had to make an entrance in MathIIT, I still remeber VS's plan- go just 5 minutes before the class starts, enter in a single file and that too like a colourful rainbow and from the front entrance (and with me, the least colourful, at the very back). We knew that we would be the laughing stock so we thought of making the most out of it. We entered like that into a classroom full of people and there was silence immediately. And after 2 people had entered the chit chat started and we knew that the topic of discussion was our uniform. The girls realized that it was a planned entry, after all we had to live up to our school's name (all meanings intended)!
In 11th, the other fun thing we had to do was organizing the farewell for our seniors and I still remember of how we had to meet our teachers with like every small thing and get approvals and sometimes even with the Principal when it came to catering and venue! Well after all the troubles we went through I must say that we did shed a few tears when our seniors bade goodbye to us.
Talking of farewell, how can i even forget that time of ours?! That was the time of the year when our desks were filled with slam books and memoirs. Well we decided to celebrate ours a bit more differently (apart from the normal sari-clad eventful evening and night we have). We blared music during school hours but trying our level best not to interrupt other classes, that is the least we could do, after all we had to study like that when our seniors had enjoyed. It was January and the boards were just coming up and we were all too busy with our coaching and everything. So as usual the MathIITians were seen sitting and completing assignments when there was music in class. All the MathIItians cuddled around me for copying the solutions while the some of us who had done it continued to think over some of the doubtful questions. With music and dance in class, these people had a very difficult time controlling me. But when 3 songs played there was no stopping me, namely Zara Zara, Desi Girl and Hips Don't Lie. Ok....Stop going by the lyrics of the song. The music is good to dance on. Anyway when these songs played my classmates would arrange 2 tables together and would push me on top of that and I happily danced away to glory not even bothering that I was right under the fan (refer uniform) . It was nothing less than a discotheque in class and since it was just us, all the lyrics of the song were given great importance(and the rest of the description I am censoring)!There were no reservations whatsoever! The dance continued till one of the teachers entered the room to find the Head Girl dancing on top of the table. And being the rep, it was me (along with the rest of the house reps) who finally had to meet all the teachers and ask them permission or rather put on an angel face and request, " Mam, last few days at school. Then we will all leave you. *sob sob* Mam please can you cancel class for today and may we pleeaaase enjoy?" to which we were always met with, " Ok girls for the last time. We will all miss you big time sweet hearts. Don't make too much of noise though". And we never waited to hear the last part. And today all this just seems like distant memories, but memories nonetheless.
Now living in a college were the female to male ratio is 1:4 , I pity all those people who have never been in such schools. There are always arguments to this saying that co-ed would have been a better option and all that crap but I genuinely feel that any individual would have to go through such an institution at least once in their lives to know what school-life actually means. It is from here that I learnt the meaning of true freedom, the ease with which I can converse with my teachers, the courage to take on anything challenging, those starting lessons of managerial, organisational, leadership, technical and soft skills, the confidence to just get on stage uninformed and give a speech whenever the occasion demanded (and have some fun informal moments on stage) and much more.
Well this place truly holds a special place in my heart...

Tuesday 5 October 2010

HOME...

"Next week, this time, you would be in college. And i would lose my favourite person in the whole wide world, you know pulling your leg and talking to you or rather listening to you and seeing your drama and special effects for even an ant walking! :P " - Amma. (Let me add, am i the universal victim of leg-pulling?, even Bertie Wooster would not have been subjected to such leg-pulling by Aunt Agatha). Well this is the dialogue i heard when i got up today morning and it somehow unnerved me. It also made me happy because it just reminded me of what i am to my mom (Take that Varun [:P]) and to my family in general. As my grand mom puts it, it just takes me to be in the house to give everyone the feeling of being at home [:)]. It is always a different world when you are with your family and living in that world is just a bliss - a bliss never to be forgotten, a bliss that will always remain etched in the deepest chambers of your heart, living with your loved ones with whom one does not realize the passage of time and who have no problem with any stupidity that you do (in my case that is pretty much the case [:)]) . Having to live in a hostel is a different experience altogether but as I always put it, hostel life combined with living with parents is the best life I could ask for.
Yawn...Enough of the serious talk. Being back home after a grinding schedule in college and that too in the middle of the semester has its own perks. Let me just say that getting pampered is not something i would complain of especially when it comes to pleasing my sweet tooth! The only thing that is frustrating me is the rain. Any plans of making amma loosen her purse strings might not work this time. Any of my family members should hear this and i had most probably be grounded for a week for having even thought of something so innocent [;)]. Their only argument can be " a summer vacation full of shopping extravaganza has not tired you? Well it has, the some of us are really tired :P " The only person who has not come shopping with me has to be Varun. Or come to think of it, i did get a huge present from him recently [:)]. The best presents that i do receive from him are books and novels. At least now he gets me the books i want to read unlike in my 8th standard when he got me books like 'Mein Kampf' and 'On the Line of Fire' thinking that i needed to switch from Hailey and Archer to non-fiction.
During my summer holidays, half of which was spent in Hyderabad, I had a blast. It is a great city and conveniently situated was my dad's house. Every afternoon my main job was to call appa and ask him to send the car so that me and amma could just roam around. Since i live in hostel and apparently deprived of a lot of things, i put on my charming self and got amma to buy a lot of things for me. Appa usually gets me anything that i say but amma is more of the miserly types, as i always tell her. I was surprised that i did not have to do a lot of coaxing and pleading and that she was much too eager to get me all that i wanted. Well this is what i say as one of the perks of living in a hostel [;)].
Food- Come back home and you are bestowed with all your favourite dishes. Umm.. My mouth is watering now. Every day i get to decide the menu, but the longer holidays prove to be a problem because then food apparently gets repetitive for the family (not for me, as those are my favourites). Even yesterday i had one of my preferred dinner and i had to keep on running between my laptop and kitchen so that i could have spoonfuls of it in between. That is another perk.
Of all things, the comfort that i would be most thankful for is SLEEP. I mean, no more getting up in the morning to attend class at 8 and that to everyone in my family is my height of laziness! Well you cant blame me or the scores of thousands of other students who share the same opinion as mine. At home all that i have to worry about is getting up in the morning to say bye to amma and then lock the door and then again back to bed till amma calls me from office in one of her vain attempts at trying to wake me. I should point out that i do not throw a tantrum. It is just that i don't like to get up from bed unless and until my emergency services are required somewhere immediately. Though it must be said that whenever I have some work of importance i do make sure that i am up and about completing that work, much to the surprise of everyone. At home though, there is nothing worthwhile to be done rather than just lazing around and so i pretty much stay in bed, though amma does get really angry when she catches me reading a book right after i wake up (thank God that I always leave the book that i was reading the previous night on my bedside table) without even brushing my teeth!
I could go on like this forever but above all these there is something that i enjoy the most when i am at home and that is spending quality time with family. Recently i saw my all-time classic list of movies- Manichitratazhu, Punjabi House, Kakakuyil.. and how i missed my entire family at that time [:(] . All those Sunday evenings when the entire family sat glued to the television sets watching nice malayalam movies, those jokes we all had a hearty laugh about and all those mimicking of mallu comedians that appa tried to do but ended up failing pathetically (though i will give him credit for the Chief Minister's mimic). All the virtual football i played with Varun which ended up in wrestling, all the couple dance with appa which almost ended up in me breaking my bones and all the disastrous cooking experiences with amma. All that was fun. I miss all that *sob sob* [:(]. I guess this is all the baggage that you will have to carry when growing up, or that is what amma says.People say that you cant always be a kid and have all the fun you want. But isn't life supposed to be what you want to make of it and i don't think that there will even be one person who would not want a dash of fun in it. Just a nice pleasant chat with important people in your life, a word of comfort to the elderly (which i keep on doing to amma and i make sure that i add that she is a senior citizen [;P]) and as far as i am concerned just goofing around here and there and doing some mischief around the house just to see that smile of 'OMG..This kid' in amma's and appa's face and that face of 'GROW UP' on Varun's face...That will do. Here is to having great times with family....

Saturday 2 October 2010

The Month that Wasn't

So much for my wish of eating mess food at 7 in the night starting 26th of September! What was to happen was the least i could imagine, considering my weird dreams that is so famous within my friends circle [;)].
It all started .....err..(I am extremely bad with dates,) one day when suddenly out of nowhere my friends call me up and ask me to come to the LH RC at 9 in the night for some audition and since i was pretty jobless at that time (as always) i went there to realize that it was the audition for the Western Dance team of our college. Finally after some gruelling sessions with the seniors and embarrassing myself (as auditions are always supposed to be) i came back to my room to notice that anju was missing. Well after searching the 5 rooms that she could possibly be in, i understood that the entire 911 was present in nidhash's room watching some movie. I enter the room and realized that i was the only one missing [:(] . Going by the antics my friends are famous for (only amongst us) i had to go through a recap of the entire audition once again though this time on a 25cm*25cm space!
So much for the auditions and finally practice started, or should i say practice continued. My friends started seeing less of me in the days to come. Well i cannot blame them. Then we finally made a pact that after i came back from practice at 11.30, i would go to Marilyn's room where everyone will assemble and we will talk and thus catch up on each other. I must say that we are a close group of friends who till today have had so much of fun just being in the company of each other and blabbering nonsense! While this talking and in some cases bickering was going on i tried munching my way through the chappathis that had been taken for me from the mess, to put in anju's words " Onakka chappathis". For sure, having taken them like 5 hours before, by the time i came back the chappathis had become as hard as stone. Well let me just say that it was a price to pay. And so by the time this talking and pulling of leg continues (mainly mine) self-realization strikes me " Oh no...Water, I need to take a bath guys". And i rush to the shower while my friends continue the chit chat, later to be spoilt by the entrance of the one and only me! This continues till 2 when Marilyn realizes how late it had become and kicks us out of her room asking us all to go and get some sleep. So after a good night and some more leg-pulling we retreat to our respective rooms. Then after that till both of us fall asleep, me and anju would be talking of the day's things that we had missed and more chances of leg pulling. It appears that 911's favourite pastime was pulling each other's legs and sometimes one's own. Weird, i know.
But as time progressed and work load increased, i came back to see that the bed next to mine would be occupied with somebody already dreaming of being in AUH with family or at least that is the subtlest version that i come up with [;)]. Being a EEE student was taking a toll on anju and i did not want to disturb her slumber but she always assigns me with the job of waking her up when i come back so that she can stay up the entire night doing class work. But after an hour or so i just give up. After all how can i wake up anyone? Known to be ' The Sleeping Queen' of our floor last year and having received comments like ' eternally on the bed even a day before exams' , how could i possibly awaken somebody?! It all depended on much work anju had to do and considering the branch she was in , everything was just hypothetical. But in the final week there was a change in fortune with all my friends swarming to my room at 12 and sympathizing with my troubles (according to them) and telling me that i would be able to live a normal life after the 26th. Come to think of it, it was a hectic schedule! Getting up in the morning, rushing to college, sitting in class and making four liners (which i was supposed to do the previous night according to my deadline) and messaging all the IPF girls and ya how could i even miss, messaging Marilyn all funny coded things that only both of us could comprehend ( for the safety of both of us), waiting outside ELHC for Marilyn and then walking back talking crap as usual, changing and leaving for practice which continued till 11 in the night, coming back to 312 and getting sympathized. But after all this me and anju used to sit and talk about the Mock GD of IPF and what all i had missed out on. The funniest thing was that though the GD was only for 3 hours each day we ended up talking and commenting about it for hours together! Life was fun. [:)]
Life had been going on like this till the 23rd when some things happened in college, to put it in Arthur Hailey's words, i felt as if history was being made in front of my eyes. Though i must confess that i had rather not have such history being made! Anyway the repercussions of that resonated into something least expected. So much so that i had to call up anju from train and ask her to pack my bag and send it with Varun so that i could pick it up from IIM on my way back. The weekend i spent at NIT trichy was enjoyable though i missed 911 really badly and i kept on messaging them because of which in two days i spent around 50 bucks courtesy roaming! Well now that i ended up at home all that i am sad about is not having been there to see off my friends but now thanks to gtalk's call i have been talking to anju almost every other day for around 5 hours! The funniest thing is that i am still indecisive on whether i had ever want such a month back in my life....well all that i can say is not at the cost of having fun with friends and just having to listen to the fun everyone has!