Overdue.2.

Journey to Bengaluru.
It even has Bengal in its name now. Haha. Waited for 1 and 1/2 hours for the train. Lalbagh. Some more Haha. Met two collegemates. Look bhery cute together. Its cute how the guy cares about her. R&R they are. Boshe Om Shanti Om dekhlam. Laughed hysterically at naughty pussy scene. Tarpor didn't feel like saroing in the AC so came out for a bit. Bhery cute couple were standing outside. Felt like massive haddi in Kakori Kebab. Then again I am the original datebreaker, arent I? We spoke about the dead. And I told them about Ms. Nayar's "nabhi collector" theory. The theory that after incarceration only your bellybutton(=naabhi) survives. So there must be a collector to collect them. Fuck world peace tai na?? Naabhi collectors are infinitely more important.
Saw tiny little stations go by. Gumnaam,anjaan,badnaam stations with names that belie their status. With people sitting on the platform waiting perhaps for the day that someone will get off there. Someone, anyone. That kind of loneliness is probably the worst. Apart from the loneliness that only few have the privilege to encounter. The loneliness of a City. A big one. With skyscrapers galore, phone lines far too many, internet cafes aplenty, acquaintances like bees. But
where
"You're a porcelain doll that sits in a window
You hold your breath when people walk by
Safely kept behind rose-colored glass
Neatly tucked beneath the spotlight

Waiting for someone to love..."

Did I just become...ahem...profound? Something to think about. Definitely.

Overdue. 1.

Its pretty natural that I missed Pujo like a madperson this pujo. I can't call it October or confine it within a particular week because its not five days...its a millenia of moja with capital M. So when Bangali Classmate came up to me and informed me of pujo in Vellore I was more than thankful/shock-ed out of my socket/pleasantly stunned by this announcement as it came from a place I had come to expect notmuch from.
We escaped from under the Bitch's eye in Physics lab, rode in an autorickshaw which costed us 80 bucks(yes, mother, this is how I fruitfully spend my monthly allowance) and we reached a hall with an entirely too big name to remember. The myriad fruits being offered to the goddess made me realise thatI was majorly hungry on account of missing breakfast. This proved to be a blessing in disguise because apparently you can't give anjali with food in your belly. So Me got divided into Me and HungryMe.
Me: Ashtami te anjali! Hope my good run continues to the term ends.
HungryMe: The gendaphool looks tasty. Will anyone notice if I have it instead of doing anjali?
Me: Bangali classmate will notice you dolt! Plus this is supposed to be punnyo. Isn't the doing-well-in-the-term-ends of any importance to you at all? Concentrate. The mantra is starting. Close your eyes. Now!
HungryMe(with eyes closed): Hunan Chicken. Chilli pork. Haleem. Chilli Chicken. Gendaphool? Hmmm....
Me: Again??? Do you also see boro boro roshogollas??
HungryMe: Yuck! I hate roshogollas. I'm thinking more on the lines of amarti, jalebis...
Me: Well better start liking them. Because that is what you're going to be straddled with in Term-Ends!
(Pujo Ends)
Bangali Classmate: Lets go get something to eat. I'm starving.
HungryMe(to Me): Loser! I hate to tell you... but I told you so. *does nanananana*
Me(to Maa Durga): I prayed honestly. With an H. Can I please go eat now?

The pandal had the usual suspects. The Mamunis and Tukuns and overdressed women and gregarious men. But it was a whiff of Cal. Which sufficed for the time being. Atleast till the 24th anyway.

Overdue. An intro

The fact that I havent been able to blog for the past week has been keeling me. Jaast keeling me. Part of it is due to my negligence but part of it is also due to well, network issues. Now I musht make up. Here it comes.

Movie Marathon@ VIT

VIT is a bhillage. One theatre with fans and wooden benches. One food court with Darling Special Chopsuey. Over sweetened coffee. Manicured greens. And hybrid species. Life sources are therefore restricted to what is quite adorably called a laptop. Neighbours become your besht friends. Just for the few seconds it takes to transfer a movie into your pen drive. You discuss the story of your life, alleviate the awkward tensions, speak in a common language just to find that special connection that will ensure your survival after in-time hours. You find an angel to provide you external speakers. Promise her things. Then you find a room. A room with a view. Enough pillows and a blanket. that just happens to be 711. The Room of Plenty. Of Dosas and Sambar Maggi. Of packed food and 4 am snacks. And then 6 people huddle together. The Laptop saves us all.
We enthrall ourselves with stories of men-in-movies-that-you-want-but-cant-have.

Women-we-want-to-be-but-cant-be.

And endings-that-end-just-the-way-it-was-meant-to-be.

They keep us happy. In this castle of corners, of rounded spires, of spirits of the dark, of cobwebs and cupboards. Of life in portions of electric kettles waiting to boil. Of in-times of shame and random messaging.

We're watching Shutter for a change tomorrow. I don't think anyone is going to pee alone.

Today is Eggjam Day. Next few days will also be Eggjam day with moderate amounts of butter cheese and chicken. Not by far a delicious concoction. And they will be called by a most peculiar name... CATs.

I wish my floor wasnt so dirty. Because I would have been rolling on it with Laughter otherwise.

Where's a pitcher when it is needed the most...

The Merit Student deserves lathi charge. For disturbing my peaceful shleep.
The Lau deserves lathi charge. For insinuating.
Kallu deserves lathi charge. EEE in management quota?

N does too. Just because everybody else is getting. Sorry.

Chinese people are this strange species.

Not because of the fascination with Red.
Or Mao.
Or because they hosted like this entire Olympics. A good one too.
Or because they invade my campus.

But because they can ride around on cycles.
And make out in public.
And enter class in dresses.
And be thin. Like without trying. Ever.
And the fat ones you want. Just want.
And the basketball players and their orgasmic abs. Which me and N stare at as much as is humanly possible.
And because Chivalry is not dead, amply proved by the frequent girlfriend-handbag-and-book-carrying. Without the least bit of disgust on their faces.
Should be a lesson to the likes of K(from now on to be called Merit Student) who creates a fuss about a 5 buck coffee treat(that too during the one month that requires him to be charitable) and A who creates a fuss about anything at all.

I want Farhan Akhtar.

Surreal Encounters of the 5:00 a.m. kind

By now it is a well established that I am in Vellore.... a town(recently given the status of a Municipal Corp) that lives in its own reverie of lechers, Raghavendrans and sambar.. and a college which detests yet promotes the same. Women here are very fertile-- thereby accounting for the 140 abortions last year. Men here have eyes made of Fevistick with the unique quality of sticking to any surface that passes by.
The night before last may not account for anything in the grander scheme of things(whatever they may be) but made me a talker here. It usually takes me quite a while to dish out strangeties of my mundane life (seeing how interesting they maybe to the person i dish out to)
Yet, K--patient, OCD-ed, kohled and sleepy... listened. And remembered.
The plan was to clean her room. The plan failed when the watch showed 5:30 am. And we were random-looking-at-ceiling-laughing. There were jokes that didnt make sense. Advice from both sides that were meaningless and unneccessary and a power cut that scarred K because I decided to play Monster Monster. And there was Lutullu. And talks about weird assed drunkenness and hitting people. And detailed descriptions of Ponks, MithunDa, My Lau and Dobheto. And better halves.

Waiting for the next inconsequential thing in the grander scheme of things. Maybe it shall make more sense.