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.

Just.

Happy Independence Day. This post is about a week late. Yet not at all. Maybe its taken me a week to evaluate it completely.

Last Saturday, 9 Aug I stayed awake for 24 hours at a stretch. Why is still beyond me. How too. Was it just to keep a bet or was there a deeper convoluted meaning which I still havent been able to fathom? Fuck it. I had one of the sexiest morning walks listening to Teri Meri Milan Ki Yeh Raina followed by Supermassive Black Hole and a lot of random stuff which doesnt make any sense. My eyes looked Rhode Island Red if thats possible and my left eye is still carrying around aftershocks of that night causing me to look like the unfortunate victim of a particularly violent wrestling bout. But in the end K and I won. We didnt celebrate much. I slept. He stayed awake for another 12 hours.

Loojer.

Happy fraandsips day!

Things I shall remember:

1. K dancing to Soulja Boy in front of FC.

2. Desperate mech students trying to get on Tamil TV.

3. Having Rammstein talk with Pr.

4. Taking Piglet's case.

5. "Achcha we should get moving now. We need to study" courtesy Karnabehn. Which started at 3 and finally got over at 5.

Things I wont remember:

1. No booze.

2. Taking my case.

3. Piglet's eyebrows ( I promised!)

4. Apple Pie's big crush.

5. Coming back to the hostel.

"Certain flaws are necessary for the whole. It would seem strange if old friends lacked certain quirks."

They aren't old friends. Some not even friends. But thank you anyways.

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.