Rang De Basanthi

The much awaited ‘Rand De Basanthi’ got released and I went for it along with Indu. Pretty good first half, the funky youth and the kool, freaky style; but they overdid the second half…made the scenes more tragic, overdid Aamir’s Punjabi dialect… and gets themselves killed without spreading catastrophe. The whole gang of Poo and Lachu were there for the movie, 10 of them. The music is good with the video and the Paatshaal one somehow manages to make me pull off my shirt and dance everytime I listen to it. Got a strict warning from home, Mom gonna push me outta the place if she finds me playing the Paatshaala again.

Internal Trauma

The loss of a foot or leg is not half as bad. These new artificial limbs have joint which often work better than the real thing, and if you get arthritis you can cure it with the oil can.

When things go adrift between friends, then nothing makes sense. And it is the same now with Fat-ass and Fatso. Fat-ass (a.k.a. Neyimon) got involved with this gal, Neethu (sure I have written about her earlier) and for the record it was she who proposed to him. Holy shit, what did she find him in? My intuition is that his dad’s purse played an important part in the proposal and after the initial discussion Neyimon said yes… the beginning of another lust story. Then sure comes unexpected twist in the lust story and it gets turned into a love story. Maybe the sad, untimely demise of the Kaho Na Pyaar Hai sound alike story of Vicky did the job. But then Neyimon started behaving odd. The relation b/w Neyimon and Fatso (a.k.a. Ammavan) started deteriorating, guys aren’t talking with each other and stuff. Enter me into the scene because, though wasn’t involved from the beginning, I felt it my responsibility to settle their disputes. But Holy Christ, Neyimon is all set to marry the gal. And all of us don’t approve of her, I know it doesn’t matter, but still … my attitude is that it is his life and he can screw it the way he wants it. Screw the bitch or get himself screwed or whatever… and it is the same way Pappu thinks and Chullan thinks and Sid… and we will be there to catch the pieces and arrange the jigsaw if he gets blown apart. But Ammavan is all set and he just hates Neyimon as he hates the gal, and Neyimon hasn’t even tried to make amends. Whatever? Whichever? What so ever? Either things gonna get back as in ol’ times or it gonna get worse? Nope it aint gonna get worse, coz it is at the worst possible place now. Kick some guts and ask the fucking chikka crazy guys to behave like as in the ol days.

‘Marriages Happen in Heaven’

Sanju chettan got married and Christ another male down the drain. What do people gain by getting married, a companion to listen to and to talk, safe sex when ever required and wat else? It stinks, the whole idea f marriage, sucks. The other day, myself, Hajir Ikka, Althea, Eslitha and the others of the 5ft gang had this talk about marriage and stuff. Myself and Althea agreed on almost everything… like live in setups, getting to know the person better both physically, spiritually, emotionally and psychologically. Needa know if the person in whom u are interested is really worth it to spend the rest of the life with her. Anyways, I believe in living with a person with complete trust and understanding rather than tying the knot and spending the rest of the life cursing the knot. I forgot to add, Gini ammai too got married. I didn’t go for it because, I don’t believe in the Social Institution called Marriage. And by the grace of Jesus Christ, son of God had to attend a funeral on the same day. Any ways met Gini ammai’s hubby and guy seems kool… maybe they could make sense outta the whole marriage.

Today we are red, tomorrow we are dead.

"Heute sind wir rotten,
morgen sind wir totten."

Today we are red, tomorrow we are dead.

The damned clock has kept me away from my blog for more than a fair share of time. Nothing much happened these days, just got pretty cosy with quite lotta seniors. It was the college elections, and by jolly God, I wished Sudhish chettan and Poornima emerged as winners, but alas the jolly God about whom I said wasn’t all that jovial. Both of them flunked. But anyways I became closely acquainted with Poo n Lachu n Teja and lotta people from that class. Jolly good crowd!

The junior about whom I mentioned earlier has turned out to be a real gem of a companion. She is good, knows quite a lotta things, a jack of all trades and the best part, no strings attached kindda attitude. Maybe she could adorn the post of my companion for some time, but me and a constant relation.. sorry no. The gal is good, and so I aint interested in anything more than a platonic relation. Can’t just take more curse and broken hearts… coz, me n my fluctuating interests and attitude never gonna make me stick with a single person.

Sticking on to New Year Resolution

Sticking on to my New Year resolution till now, i.e; No BOOZE nor Fagg the whole year! Maybe I gonna get soaked in Booze the next year, but 2006 witnesses a complete dry me. No stimulants and nothing what so ever that gonna get me high. I thought there gonna be serious withdrawal symptoms, but nope… everything went fine. And Christ it was easy for me as if slicing butter with a stiletto to say no to booze during parties. I said no from Johar to Chivas Regal, the premium blended scotch whiskey. But booze or no booze, was my ol self… comfortable and at home during the parties. Almost everyone is shocked by this sudden resolution of mine, but as far as I was concerned, booze and cigarettes started letting me down and its mere presence made me say ‘It Sucks’. The guys could’ve been more innovative in their parties and rolled joints, and then maybe I would’ve been still drinking gripping the bottle necks. But I am not and I don’t intend to be this whole year.

Freaky Chakra

Things are back on a roll, i meant about the assignments and seminars and all crap. The viscious circle bak on full swing. Colege has closed and will reopen on the 2nd of Jan 2006. Another year is fast approaching and one has got its last sunsets coming. i will be shifting with frnds from my Granpas place. No new movies nor anything else. these days am into cricket like hell, palys it every other day in college.

Aint Juniors A Pain in Ass and Fun?

The classes are back on swing. Gotta submit the political science assignment on the 8th. i plan to do the seminar on Budhism, it seems like it gonna fetch me extra internal marks. How kiddish the whole notion is.

The juniors got classes till the evening and these days i got pretty much time to know more about them. i met this junior named Indu and she seems good; not good looking or anything,but the attitude is worth mentioning. maybe i will get to know her better, maybe not. Naziya's marriage is drawing near and i aint going. gotta collect the dough from class to give her a gift. Perhaps we should gift her a jumbo pack of condoms, with all the flavours and variations. then again nothing has been discussed about Xmas celebrations. fatso gonna go with Fatass to Jabalpur for Xmas. It will be just me and Pappu back home.

Exam Fever

The second semester exams got over by the 31st of October, and the much dreaded first semester results were published. The results held a surprise for me, man I passed all subjects. Though I had written the exams nicely and was positive about clearing all the papers at that time, time brought butterflies into my stomach. They cherished on the knowledge of the dreadful results of yester years and made it their home, multiplied and had fun. It wasn’t just me who passed in all subjects, 33 of us cleared the damn stuff. Seems like a new record in college. So our batch started with making history in college.

The 3rd semester classes are back on swing and things look good as of now. The semester system takes a heavy toll on the students, seems like we are involved in a vicious circle. College elections are on the 9th of December and things are warming up.

I spent a day at Sanjeevani Rehabilitation Centre with Remya. Guy the chick is working hard as a social worker. Gotta be in the environment to get a hang about it, lunatics and addicts, mentally challenged and Alzheimer’s… Christ! Only a narrow strip of some godamn stuff makes me and you different from the inmates over there. The screams I heard, and the innocence I saw on their face was some thing new for me. Mabbe it might be because the only screams I ever heard were my demand to mom and dad for new things and accessories.

It rained cats and dogs in Chennai the time I dropped in at Chechi’s place. The city was clogged with water and you know wot! But I really loved getting drenched in the rain and spending time at chechi’s den with hot, steaming coffee that Sheeja chechi made for me.

Still Alive

Days go with splendour and nights in grace. Nothing to complain about nor anything to cry. A very healthy relation with all my class mates and sure the deceased being given the respect they deserve. The seminars are oer and I didn’t do all that bad in sociology and politics. History was a big failure, coz I was seeing free days far ahead rather than checking the things for the moment. Juniors arrived on the 22 and they, the poor kids are being given a extravagant reception by my class mates… jolly well, their classes are suspended for the week and once they come back after onam they will be enjoying the real treat.
Looking ahead to a week of idleness and sheer laziness, couple of days to celebrate and have fun in college. With the new juniors around no one gives a damn about commenting on my latest hairdo or the whacky gestures I make.

Travelogue - To Ammas Land!

We (I, Praneeth and Chullan) started from Thamannam @ around 6pm and reached the Ernakulam North Station to board the Trivandrum Mail. Bharathi was there in front of the station and had to put up with him all through the journey. Nothing of great importance happened during the 14hrs we were in train. Praneeth called it a day very soon and me and Chullan sat chatting till 1:30am.

10-september-2005
Chullan’s dad awaited us in Chennai Central along with Chullan’s younger bro and my elder sis. We then moved to Mambalam to his guest house. A three bed roomed apartment near the never sleeping T.Nagar.
Off to the streets in search of merchandise. Shirts and tees for myself and Praneeth, lotta window shopping. Mingled well with the crowd in Ranganathan Street, jelled with the vendors and enjoyed the whole thing. Took a bus to Chullan’s home in Mylapore and had our lunch there.
Spencer’s awaited us and we didn’t waste much time anywhere else. The huge shopping mall, said to be the biggest in South India, with the multi lingual crowd, the exclusive outlets of almost all leading brands of apparels, the cheap fakes that occupy the top floors! Gals in tightly clad denim and halter tops with coloured hair and tattoos and piercing roamed around the mall. And sure we did join the crowd and did browse through shops.
Came back to Mambalam exhausted from the days work and with more than a tired limb to relax. Altogether the day was fun. We were in a city which was anonymous to us and no one there knew about our existence apart from a few. For the rest, we never existed. Planned to make an early entrance to the streets the next day, but it just remained a dream.

11-september-2005
Mamallapuram was the destination. Journey by bus till Thiruvanmiyur and then from there the original plan was to board another one to the destination. The buses never stopped for us and after almost 20 minutes of standing in the scorching heat we wanted to back out. Then as the movie title goes "along came a VAN", hitchhiked to Mamallapuram and reached there in real spirits. The ocean in front of us, antique shops lined across the streets… had lunch from ‘Moonrakers’ and then off we went for hunting. The first destination was the temple and it was beautifully carved outta stone, the sea and the salty breeze eating the outer surface and the inner carvings still holding its beauty as new. The statues of Nandis that was sprawled along the border of the temple and the statue of ‘Subramanian’ at the back were all work of artists of another class.
The next spot was the light house and the scene from there was GORGEOUS, any other word can’t give justice to the view. From there to the ‘Five Rathas’ and by the time we reached the five rathas, which was all carved outta single rock, we almost were at the end of our sense. Tired limbs and tired spirits made us board the bus to Chennai and then apart from misfortune of loosing our seats to two old Mozzi fads we were restored.
The next place that we went to was ‘Besant Nagar’. The beautiful crowded beach and the gals taking an evening out with their ‘better halves’ were a delight to the eyes. Ocean surfing and CHIKKA browsing and Fagg worshipping later we headed towards our hole in Mambalam.

12-September-2005
The first thing we did was buy sweets from Adayar Ananda Bhavan for Chullan’s family and Pooja. Had the pre-Onam lunch from Chullan’s home and we took the sky train to Chetpet and from there an auto to Spencer’. Praneeth was a little cross because we were late for the appointment with Pooja (the gal who stole Manaz’s heart). She was smarter, kept us waiting for roughly 10minutes and appeared only after we started building second thoughts about the appointment. She wore a black Salwar and was a little too fat. Now, I heard Manaz and other guys saying that she has lost weight over the last couple of months. I can’t help but wonder about her looks of the earlier period. Anyways she wasn’t inhibited, opened to us and after half an hour with her in Landmark, I and Chullan moved out, leaving Praneeth with Pooja.
It was during this one hour that I found a gal who stopped hearts and made the guys give a second and third glance. She was hot, as if straight from the sets of a movie… a real heart stopper, I believe it might’ve been a gal like this who gave Michael Corleon the Thunder Bolt in Sicily. Her face was carved out like that of a Greek Goddess and her complexion was perfect. I bet she would’ve smelt lavender and her luscious lips tasted like honey. I really would’ve given my right arm just to hold her face in my hand… ok. No one demanded my arm nor did she give me a second glance.
Both the P’s came back and together they looked perfect for each other. I made a second bet in my mind, i.e., Pooja and Praneeth will make a better pair than Manaz and her. It was almost time for Praneeth to hit the road back to Kerala. Said byes and shed errrr nothing.
With hesitant legs we headed towards the railway station and had our last meal together in Chennai. Praneeth boarded the train and we hanged around till the train left the station.
Chullan dropped me at my chechi’s apartment and the next three days of mine started from there.

13-September-2005
Hanged around till noon and off I went to the date I had fixed with Krishna (Nahyan’s chat friend). She turned out to be a fat gal with balding head. Christ, I never bargained for this, I wanted out and at last succeeded in flying after an hour with her. I have made a decision, no more blind dates. Straight back to chechi’s place and slept. Wanted to sleep off the mare I got myself into.

14-september-2005
Hit the streets early, with 4 shots of vodka down the throat from a disc. The guys in the pub were left astounded, ordered two pegs of vodka, they gave me four pegs coz of happy hours and I finished the thing in exactly 4 swings. Paid the bill and searched the shops for the tee and jean for Sid. Spent the whole day hanging out and at last bought the anti fit jean for Sid. Again I went out with Chechi at night and did a bit more of shopping and after a heart dinner and a long talk with Sheeja chechi (my chechi’s room mate) called it a day.

15-September-2005
The day was for shopping, checked out Reebok, Woodland, Levi’s and Adidas factory outlets in Vellacherry and after buying the stuffs I need came back to Egmore. Packed my bag and was ready to hit the road. Dropped in at the Jet Air office and met Chechi’s colleagues and someone over there liked my Goatee.
Boarded the train and Chechi came at 8 after office to say bye and to wish me birthday. She gave me the best gift I got for the birthday and said byes as the train moved. My companions for the journey were, an ex MLA and his wife and my younger sis. We got together well and I slept as I turned 21.

UNOFFICIAL PROSPECTUS

Officially: Government Law College, Cochin.

Unofficially: “The House of Lords”

Location: “Shanmugham Road”, Cochin (in the environs of ST. Theresa’s, Cochin’s premier Gals College…call it a kind twist of fate or wot?)

College Building:
The main building was made by the Raja of Cochin as his Parliament house two or three centuries ago and it still is in the same state with time doing its share of destruction and the students the rest. Two blocks were added around 25 or 30 years before with the building contractor taking his share of cement home and these blocks looks more menacing than the ol’ one made by the Raja. Lawns and recreational areas mean the bush and shrubs that are sprawled all over the campus. Cleaning is never done regularly and the stink from the men’s loo could be smelled even in the Principals chamber. (For the record, people don’t even dare to give a passing glance at the college for fear of being inflicted by the mess.) There are a few special nooks and crannies in the college where lovers try to get a lil’ bit of romance started and the boozers get to sing “twelve men sitting by the dead man’s chest and a bottle of RUM…”

The crowd:
The aam janta in the college is by and large conservative in their dress code and radicals in their ideas (now aint that irony), there sure are a few exceptions. . The guys are mostly found in jeans and half slacks, the gals in salwars and sure the political hyenas go around in mundu and heavily starched khadi shirts.Out of every hundred students, 15 have their eyes on the political thrones, 25 gets their highs in life by catcalling the gals in ST. Theresa’s, 10 are nerds, 10 are happening and they rock and the rest clueless about life. Most of the college girls have a certain characteristic that makes one call them MOM

Hostels:
The college had hostels for both the sex, but around 5 years back it was closed for renovation (its wot the authorities say). The gal’s hostel sure falls under the explanation given by the authorities but the men’s hostel was forced to close down because of the threat it posed for the college authorities and the public. Recently the renovation work has started and only time could tell with what else will the hostel pose a threat to Cochin.

Fests:
The annual college fest finds the guys in high spirits and most of the gals prefer to stay at home. No college management with a good memory would dare to invite us for any inter collegiate festival, coz in Cochin, the name G.L.C means trouble with capital ‘T’. You name any college within 25 miles of Cochin and not a single college will be there in which we haven’t created havoc. We get invited only for debates and elocutions and sure the hosts find our students bag most of the honours.

Hangout:
The “Convent Junction” area is the favorite hangout of bunkers. The first floor of the ol’ Raja’s Parliament House is the hotspot of the puff daddies.

Finale:
The college has a long history and it’s sure the premier institute for law in Kerala. The college has had its own share of limelight for both the right and wrong reasons. Sometimes I am so darned proud to be Lawcos and at times when people look at me with detest on showing my id I wish that the dinosaurs were not extinct and they could be whistled to come and gobble me. Good or bad, every single literate person in Kerala who isn’t a juvenile will have something to say about the Government Law College, Cochin.

You Know You Are In Cochin when….

1 You go to the inter-collegiate festival at ST. Theresa’s WOMENS College to participate in an event and the guard near the gate lets you enter the campus only after you show your invitation and if he is satisfied, he frisks you as if you have some hidden equipment on you.

2 You walk with your mom on the side walks of marine drive, and expect at least a dozen gals of your neighbourhood enjoying the breeze mysteriously disappearing.

3 To get your work done in the Corporation Office on a busy day, you'd have to use the path beneath the desk or come in and shout in a hybrid of English and Hindi.

4 You don’t stop at the red signals if you got 100 rupees to spare and a non sensitive ear to listen to the police constable blabber about his honesty and his helping you by accepting the gift.

5 Every fifth person you meet claims that he or she is a MODEL or a DISC JOCKEY. In truth there are just two discs in Cochin and they get guys from Bangalore or Bombay to perform the gigs.

6 Every kid in your locality knows the political scenario of the state without even listening to the evening news and he will readily give his opinion about the smart city project.

7 All the cheap, college going studs wait near the ST. Theresa for, err, recreation. On a typical evening there might be more guys than gals near the college.

8 When you invite your friend over to your place to spend the weekend (with no parents around to interfere), be prepared to do salvage on your relation with your neighbour’s daughter.

9 Never sit by the side of an unknown woman in the public transports even if the seat by her side is vacant and she is twice your mom’s age. She will ask you to move away or act like you have an infectious disease.

10 Gal friends are possessions costlier than diamonds and a lot depends on your visa card.

Readers Note:
(I am offering a Rs. 500 reward to the first person who shows me a city in India with better back waters and lagoons than Cochin has.)

The New Academic Year

classes started and nothing much. got couple of movies to watch, the mrs and mr smith, d company.. hope everything gonna be in the cinema hall soon.

OBITUARY

My heart swells in the demise of my friend; she was a flower which never bloomed. With great pain I described to you about the demise of my friend, now it wouldn’t be proper of me to give up at least an obituary in honor of my friend. The idea never sprouted in my mind till today, the fault is on me coz I never thought about my friend, to remember some one you needs to have a pleasant memoir of the person and I fail to have one. All the things with her in it is a pain in the bl##dy a##, the way she was cut out from life will be a blessing to lotta people coz, she was a wild flower and such flowers cast a poisonous spell to the people nearby. Perhaps she might be alive for the world but not for me. Death is a certain and some people die in the hearts long before their hearts stop pumping life… a similar scenario. And its amazing that the friends and relatives of the deceased person doesn’t even give a damn thought about the poor soul.

But the thing that makes me feel wonderstruck is the ability of the language. Use the same words to get the different meaning. Irony and sarcasm giving shape to hidden meanings and way to express the hatred that got born in you with just shade of thought about that person. Let the poor soul “rest in peace” till eternity.

Mission Hols A big Failure

Forty-five days have passed since my college closed, but I haven’t achieved the plans I made for holidays. Though lonely almost at all hours, I find this idling interesting. Thinking about what to do whenever the electricity fails and going through magazines and dailies as if they contain a hidden treasure for me. Falling asleep with books in my hand and waking up some time in the noon to continue with the reading, no brushing, no bathing… straight of from the last page I read before I slept. Long hours doing nothing and then crazy spells rectifying the mistakes in my computer, which are mostly non-existent and trying to make it the ultimate gaming pc! Long shower some time mid noon when the scorching heat of the omnipresent starts making me perspire as if I just went for a swim.

College reopens on the 1^st of June and I am happy for that, but a little sad thinking about having to be involved in the vicious cycle once again – sleep, food, college, friends, boring lectures, assignments, room and then repeat the things in any order the student wish to follow. The time my college closed, I made a huge list of things to do, but couldn’t fulfill a single thing. Thought about building up muscles, after all the effort nothing worked out. I did not even go near the R.T.O’s office to apply for a new license, and things like that… now I believe I gotta sing “Mein Aisa Kyon Hoo”. What is the big deal? Give me a break; I happen to be one of the most irresponsible guys the most vivid thinker could ever dream of… the usual spoilt and lazy brat.

Why do I always fail to keep my resolutions? Why do I always stop mid way while following my plans? Why do I sleep only when the craw quarks? Why do I sleep till the hot and humid sun wakes me up? Why do I prefer to eat after everyone has had their food? What am I trying to establish by wearing the same pair of tees again and again for weeks? Why do I engage in changing my operating system? Why don’t I have a proper conversation with my parents instead of the monosyllables? Why don’t I attend mass????? Lots of why’s and more why’s? Hey maybe because I happens to be the generation after the ‘X’, like The Hindu said in their article – The Y generation!

Got to catch up with friends, move out from the cocoon that I have made for myself. Venture out, meet friends of school, meet my college buddies, have fun, party and stuff. One more week at home and then back to college, to get closer to my dreams and stars.