In VIT, a lot of things pretend to be other things. There are these creatures pretending to be sparrows, these vulturish things which pretend to be crows and garden lizards which resemble gila monsters. So when it rains in Vellore its just one Awaara Badal creating an illusion of rain. Its starts at 6 15ish every evening by 6 20 its done and forgotten. And today was Sunday. Today of all days its wasn't supposed to pretend-rain. But it did. Not pretend-rain but rain. And we were in autorickshaws on each other with an animated driver who spewed smartass comments spontaneously.
Sample: Our autodriver to the other in Tamil: "Your auto consists of non-heavy women yet you are driving so slow"

Then there was Batman. There was the first dialogue which was greeted with an enormous applause because everyone assumed Heath Ledger would be saying Yanna Da to Batman. And bewildered look on D's face on seeing the Mummy's trailers in Tamil was priceless. Then autoride back with Lewis Hamilton driving.
Followed by FC with 20 naans. And Crappy Fanta. And P jokes. Then dancing in the rain with Temperature playing and S's skirt flying and me running with A's borrowed chappals. Getting wet incase I didn't already mention that.

This is what happens when it rains in Vellore.

I'm waiting for the next non-Awaara Baadal.

I CANT QUIT HIM.

Why must we be so serious after all? Anarchy is the solution right?

Now We Rise and We are Everywhere.

I've nearly discovered my twin in Kallu(who just by the way is extremely fair). We had an animated Grey's talk much to the chagrin of Neha who threw us aevil looks all the way through. Neha later told me the sad story of her life and now Pink, we have an official third member of the No One Is Brotherly Club. Why must they be, after all? All I manage is a "Hi, Where is ________?" when that's as far removed from the truth as a badger's very existence. I need a serious teacher in the art of seduction. Ana hasn't called yet. All Princeton-ness I say. I met a Bangali today. Radhar bondhu...who a friend found cute. I must tell 007. Errant Hubby must be contacted also. And must plot. Soon. *Evil grin*

Rungtu is leaving. His eyebrows and supplies shall be severely missed.

Developments

1. Sang Lutullu to my roommates who then decided to leave me alone in my room to introspect.
2. I got ragged a week back. I was asked to propose to my roommate and sing. Athough my intro in Hindi was the stuff MTV Bakra was made of.
3. Mohammad Ali Jinnah is the Class Representative. He got selected because of his name.
4."Yay Toh Hai Kipper, Doggy Jo Pehne Slipper": Airs on Tiny TV on Cartoon network.
5. Saw Splitsvillah at the parlour today. First taste of TV since 7 July.
Verdict: Ladies NEED a personal shopper
6. Somebody from Cal maybe coming. *Faint ray of hope* *poof*
7. Must speak to someone from my class. MUSHT.
8. Vellorian rickshawwallah lookalike tried hitting on me. I ran faster than autorickshaw.
9. Suda, Neha, Sannu make Kareena Kapoor look like a make-up-twirling kid with the amount of time they take for getting ready. Straightener, Curler, Volume Express Mascara, Here I Come!They're a hell load of fun although.
10.Girls saw boys changing in their hostel rooms all across the railway tracks. Someone waved at Shanky and me. We waved back--being what we are naturally good at, i.e, being desperate.
10 1/2 . Someone get me Imran Khan. Speedpost chalega!

Bonding Vellore ishtyle

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Developments:
1.I have a Bablu Yadav, Bheem Singh, Bhuvan Kumar Singh, Chandrashekhar Singh. These people come one after the other in alphabetical order.
2. I took a pregnancy test for the first time in my life. Its returned Negative :(
3. I hate my batch and love the other one. Not because of the obvious reasons.
4. There's a Mohammad Ali Jinnah in Biotechnology.
5. I'm being made to do a subject which in medieval Europe was the stuff torture devices were made of: Engineering Drawing.
6. My Warden is General Mao.
7. Mess food is an exercise in futility. Vegetables trying to swim valiantly in an endless ocean of tel. And failing each time.
8. I'm marrying Bosco Anna at the end of 4 years if I am unable to find anyone else. His Mosambi juice saves my life each day.
9. My Modern Physics teachers is Called Mr. Hota. Agar Hota nahi Hota, toh bahut achcha hota.
10. Taking my roommates' case is fun. Shes ACR and the CR hits on her crazily. I have a dare to complete tomorrow that involves him. Damn.

I miss Cal. Playhousing. Radha. Pink. Rungtu. Dada. Raka. G3. Ana. Wrik. Lutullu. Peaaauun. Miss. Soulja Boy. TV. Balti Boy. And things that cannot be named.

Still figuring out whether it is two-sided or not.

Im ektu blank. Kaal first show chhilo toh. And Playhouse isn't a hoax after all. Tai.




















Yeah. I am.