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What happens at hostel

2011-06-04T03:07:00.001-07:00

April end the beginning of the end semester exams, Evin,Amar,Kiran, and me sitting in the room trying to concentrate. Kirans new clock is in front of Evin. and its a winding clock. Absolute silence in the room.
tik tok tik tok tik tok tik tok tik tok tik tok.................................

Evin( Eyes red and bulging,ears purple,nerves on his forehead sticking out):AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I cant take this shit, eat crap you piece of horse dung, probably you mom ate an apple and shat you out. Oh, wait..wait,, you dont have a mom thats right, your a solitary iron clad machine that can do nothing but tik, you stinking metallic scrap, if you were to be personified you would probably be a goat...
Kiran: uh, dude that's not...
Evin: You stay out of this!!!! Oh right it's yours now your gonna take its side right well it's not the only one with friends,Shreejith say something!!!!!
Me: huh, what, oh yeah...bad clock ,bad bad clock...
(Meanwhile the clock-tik tok)
Evin(turning to the non living metallic mass): Would you SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Amar: CAN EVERYBODY JUST COCK UP FOR SOMETIME PLEASE!!!!!!!!WE HAVE AN EXAM TOMORROW!!!!!
clock: BANG!!!(It strikes twelve)
Amar:OH GREAT! WE HAVE AN EXAM TODAY....
Evin:IT'S MAKING FUN OF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!
Kiran: HOW ABOUT WE JUST IGNORE IT AND CONTINUE FOR TODAYS EXAM....
(Everybody sits down in front of their books, Evin drenched in his own sweat)
clock:tik tok tik tok tik tok tik tok,
(EVERYBODY LOOKS AT EVIN FROM THE CORNER OF THEIR EYES)
Evin(unable to control himself):ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Takes his books slams the door and runs to the bathroom to study)
clock:tik tok tik tok tik toktik tok...

The Secret

2011-06-04T02:25:00.000-07:00

This post is one that i am not very sure of, cause it's based on a theory. This theory would be the law of attraction at a telepathic level.According to it, if you want something all you have to do is believe that you will get it and this faith will come back to you in the form of reality. It seems each time you think of anything your brain emits a frequency as the message moves through your neurons, and this frequency carries an amount of energy which is released to the atmosphere. Now by law of attraction, and by law of conservation of energy this thought or this energy should be conserved somehow, and this happens in the form of the thought actually happening. Now I dont know if it's true or what but I believe it's better to think that a thing will turn out well than thinking it can go wrong and I'd like to know what everybody else thinks of this theory.

Crazy stuff that i have done..

2011-04-15T00:44:00.000-07:00

Well what inspired me to write this blog was pure bordem. A well known fact amongst hostellites is that we all do crazy shit. I mean seriously CRAZY!!
So i dedicate this blog entry to all hostellites that hate wardens and love life at hostel. I am going to list the top 10 wierdest things that i have done through my 2 years of college life,
1.Had to write an appology letter for dancing in the corridors at 2 am during silence hours.
2.Bought my sister a valentines dday card for her b'day without knowing what it is.
3.Went to Mumbai and blew up my saving of around Rs.10000 and didnt actually buy anything.
4.Ate dog meat knowing it was dog meat just because it was 10 rupees lesser than chicken meat.
5.Walked for three hours to reach my aunt's place and got lost.(I was actually going around in circles).
6.Asked a random stranger if she would go out with me for a bet with my friend which got me a maaza.
7.Driven a scooter which did'nt have any breaks.(P.S-I dont know how to drive)
8.Went to keralal in the toilet seat of a train from Blore.
9.Have lived for a month with 150 rupees.
10.Shat in a hole without any water.
(The above given experiences have been sensored as blog readers may kick my ass).

Sausages

2009-04-25T12:36:00.000-07:00

Me:"MOM!!!!!".
mom:"WHAT?"
me:"LOOK AT THESE SAUSAGES YOU'VE FRIED.SO FULL OF OIL.WHY DONT YOU USE THE NORMAL FRYING PAN?"
mom:"WHICH ONE!!!"
me(opening the kitchen cabinet):"THat...one.....(noticing the absence of the pan),where did it go????"
mom:"Ha!"
me(trying not to get embarrassed, pointing to a random pan):"Oh.There it is."
mom:"Oh really. I know that's not the one".
me(confidently):"SEE THAT'S MY POINT.(me approaching the fridge and opening its door.To my luck the pan lay in the fridge with some thing which had been melted months ago)."THERE'S YOUR PAN."
mom(with a sheepish grin):"as if it made a difference.DO YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN FRY SAUSAGES WITHOUT OIL??????"
me:" HELL YEAH!I WANT MY SAUSAGES WITHOUT OIL.:
mom:"WELL I'LL BOIL THEM FOR YOU THEN!!!!!"
me:"YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEAN!!!!(lifting a fried oily sausage and bringing it towards my wide open mouth).I EVEN DOUBT THE OIL YOURE USING . HOW HEALTHY IS IT? DID YOU KNOW THEY USE ANIMAL WASTE IN SAUSAGES.BESIDES THE FAT CONTENT IN THIS CRAP IS....(taking a bite of the juicy, freshly fried sausage).It's flawless."
P.S.:ate eight sausages that day.

The Driver

2009-04-03T01:06:00.000-07:00

“GET UP!!!!!”, dad bellowed. “get up, its time to go to the dental clinic, Aboobaker will be here at 6:45 in his car, and we have to leave or the traffic will be at its peak”; said mom.
You see recently I had an accident at Neethu’s swimming pool. I dived from the deep end and ended up at the shallow end. What damage was caused? My front incissors,cut through my upper lip, and they got cut. Luckily the roots still exist so they just have to do a crowning. Anyway today was my dental check up date , and Dr. Asheel would be waiting. Soon I got ready and me and my mom got down from our flat , all set to go.
Aboobaker’s car arrived, his newly bought car. We got in, “How are your teeth son?” he asked me in Malayalam with his “Thanni mapulla” slang , and we talked for a while. Soon we reached the clinic , we met Dr.Asheel and nothing much was done. Now it was time to get back home. Here is where the real story commences. The driver bringing us back was Noushad , we waited for 45 minutes and then we saw the no: 21 Toyota , Hiace he owned. We got in , Noushad had a distinct “MALLUU TO THE CORE” look, he turned to me while he was driving and asked the obvious, “What happened to your teeth kid?”. I told him the whole story. This was the millionth time I was reciting the tale of my misfortune. He dropped my mom of at school and started talking to me about the art of swimming or , as he calls it , “simmee”. He began,” Simmee is the best ekcherchise. Did you know,” he looked away from the road for a second giving me a look as if he was going to tell me the deepest secrets of the U.N. , “ simmee is the only ekcherchise that makes use of every muscle in the body , even you ear!”. I gave him an expression that said “Oh my God your such a genius” and he was pleased with that, he continued , “ ok ok , for example, why do we keep our palms together while diving?”, he looked away from the road once more, this actually frightened me as the traffic wasn’t negligible. I replied to show him that I was listening , “To get streamlined motion?”. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH” he kept laughing for a long time as if I had said the joke of the millennium. “Ofcourse not , it’s cause if there are any stones or obstacles in the way we may feel it and move away from it so that our head doesn’t hit against it , not for any motion or anything” he said chuckling. I gave him the “Oh my God your such a genius” expression again and he was pleased again. I thought to myself , “What a dumbass”. Then some how to make him stop talking I started, “ I’ve got to change my watch because it has a blue dial I need one with a black dial so….”. He interrupted “ you don’t have much faachon sense do you?”. I gave him a smile and agreed. “ I thought so, blue dial is the current faachon , why do you want to change to a black dialed watch?”. “Because that’s my problem” I thought to myself. “Well just like that” I replied. “ Which company is it let me see”; he held my wrist to take a look at the watch . “Aalba ,huh”; he said , a wide smile forming on his face. After a moment of thought he said , “it’s an Indian company , very very old, look on the back it will be written-MADE IN INDIA”; I looked at the back it was written in block letters as if the manufacturers knew about our conversation- ASSEMBLED IN CHINA , JAPAN MOV’T. I didn’t show him the back and I said , “ You were right made in India”, “ See , I told you , Aalba ,Tytaannu, < meaning titan> all are good”. I agreed. Soon we reached home.
“OK kid, see you later ok and take care”. “How much uncle?”; I asked. “One dinar will do”. I knew the ride would have actually cost more and I asked him if he was sure , he replied “For our “naatukaru”, there is no need of a price to be paid”. I thanked him and proceeded to the lift. Although he was really dumb , and didn’t know anything about anything , and was really nosey , he was innocent and naive and to me that was all that mattered.

2008-01-20T14:33:00.000-08:00

Once Neeraj, a close friend of mine banged my balls and fled away.Obviously me being the worser athlete doesnt chase him ,but I use my warrring tactics.
In other words i wait for him to return to the class.Adjusting the perfect level for the balls of a 6 footer,I stood,I waited.His identification mark being his maroon sweater.After the long wait came the flash of the maroon sweater.My palm turned into a fist of rock, reaching for the lower abdomen,justice was going to be served,the balance was going to be complete,the eggs of joy were going to crack.But no ,sudden realisation,i move away from the maroon sweater, tearing my hair,half mad running around the class like a crazy baboon.I would have done the undoable.

P.S.:A girl named Amal who was from Somalia , and who was a 6 footer and who was the girl with the biggest biceps,had worn a maroon sweater that day.

Something at class

2008-01-20T14:31:00.000-08:00

Kiran,(looking at me):Chetti kulangara.......
(Me interrupting):Kulungunna chedi.....

2008-01-20T14:18:00.001-08:00

Its been a really long time since my last post.Well,sis hahd come from india and practicals and cousins wedding all that kept me from blogging.
abbe kya karega yaar!!!
Anyway Ill give ayou a series of incidents that happened well my cousines wedding.
Hmmmmm.....
OK!
To begin with the wedding day was a traditional Hidu mallu wedding.So that part was kinda boaring....
But the day before and the day after the wedding was fabulous.The day before the wedding was at my uncle's (future father in law's place).The place had an open ground in the front and there were 4 surround sound speaker system.
I played a few songs from my cell, it ws real fun.
The day led to dancing and singing etc,etc.
The day after wasnt as good as the day before but it was fine.
THERE WAS FOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So it'll pass.On the whole the ten day trip was a fun filled journey, and a relief from school.:D
Then my sis came from India for a one week trip.I was happy,Dad was happy and obviously Mom was happy.It was a happy period.But we didnt notice the days passing by and soon she left.
Well that's all for today folks!!!!

2007-12-18T21:22:00.000-08:00

Farewell preparations....

2007-12-17T21:27:00.000-08:00

Well after gaurav's outburst all of us started to listen to whatever he said and why we did that,it's cause he didnt tell much.Anyway the commerce section had prepared a dance from the latest song mauja hi mauja,which was a great song for a dance.Hell even i would have done ok.
But it was during the farewell rehersal that I realised that worse than me existed when it came to dance.But it didnt matter to them they were enjoying t hemselves.
Then there was the routine danceby Shika and gang.(Shika is the class's "hep girl" and she's the new trend.What I mean is,if she buys the worlds most,disgusting,ugly and inattractive set of ornaments,then thats the new trend).Her dance this time was just average,it had the same steps as all the others,same dancers,same expressions,the only good thing was there was Linda my favourite girl in the class.Linda was always very helpful,kind,light hearted,understanding and all that stuff, and the best part she was one year older than me,so there would be no misunderstandings.Then there was a song by Gaurav and Condrad.Sachin was playing the piano.They were singing-Papa kehte hain...,om shanti om(Dewangi) and some english song which i hadnt heard of.
I didnt hear them singing so i cant comment on them.
The rest of the farewell plans havent been confirmed are we having pav baji from mekhdooth.....
All remain dubious...

Gaurav's outburst...

2007-12-12T11:03:00.000-08:00

Today something rather significant happened during chemistry tutions.Which is kind of obvious from the title.
Well it all started with the subtle question....."Maam what should we do for the farewell?"
Who knew what lay beneath this question??
Then Neeraj rose with his remark"IF THINGS GO LIKE THIS THE FAREWELL WILL BECOME A HUGE FLOP"
This obviously infuriated Gaurav who was our headboy and who was responsible for the 12th farewell.(Its tradition in the GIS family for the 11th to hold a farewell party for the 12th)
Gaurav:"Why ???whats wrong with the 12th farewell planning???"
Raj:"The 12th dont want pav baji!!!!!And your still planning pav baji for the 12th farewell from meghdooth,right????"
(Till now things were going rather fine,but now Gaurav stood from his place and with a fiery red in his face , which made his already apple like face look more like an apple)
Gaurav:"WHAT THE HELL!!!NO ONE IS WITH ME ON THIS THING!!!!!!!EVERYBODY IS LIKE ,"OH GAURAV WILL DO IT",AND WHEN I DO DO IT THEY ARE ALL UNHAPPY ABOUT THE WHOLE THING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EVEN IN CLASS WHEN I TELL YOU GUYS TO KEEP QUITE WHAT DO YOU TELL ME???????"OH SHUT UP GO TO HELL"
Then he started conversing with meryilyn maam our chem tution teacher,but still his voice was at its highest note:
Gaurav:"MAAM , DO YOU KNOW,WHEN I TELL THESE PEOPLE TTO KEEP QUITE THEY NEVER LISTEN THEN I TELL THEM THAT IF THEY DONT KEEP QUITE I WILL DO SOMETHING AND STILL THEY DONT KEEP QUITE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!,WHAT SHOULD I DO MAAM,EVEN MY STUDIES ARE GOING BAD,MY LIFE AT HOME IS ALSO GOING BAD,AND NOW EVEN AMONG MY FRIENDS I AM BEING CHEATED!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(I really felt sorry for the guy but seriously the 12th standard farewell wasnt about him, and his words werent leading to any productive path but , at least he was releaving himself of his own tension)
After this comment all the students started giving their opinions and there was active class participation which was rather uneccesary at this point.
Mary:"What is this Gaurav ? your supposed to be the head boy your supposed to deal with problems.I mean after the fight with geo you came like some hindi movie hero with wet hair and all.....
Gaurav:HEADBOY HEADBOY HEADBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!EVERYBODY HAS ONLY THIS TO SAY!!!
WHY DOESNT ANYONE CONSIDER ME ALSO AS A NORMAL STUDENT!!!!!!!!!!IF I MAKE ANY SMALL MISTAKE AND EVERYONE SAYS THAT THIS TIMES HEADBOY IS WASTE!!!!!!HOW COME EVERYONE IS SECLUDING ME!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Almost the whole class:No!!!thats not true <>
(in the middle geo jacks gaurav somehow and everyone claps)
Gaurav:SEE!!!!EVERYONE IS AGAINST ME!!!!
Personally i felt gaurav was the owner of his problems like all of us.If he would do everything the way they were to be done it would all go right ,but noooooooooooooooooooo
he has to keep shifting his hairstyle and he has to try to shine at every oppurtunity he gets.This ,i felt,was Gaurav's greatest negative point,he always wanted to show that he had stuff.But the question was to who ???

By this time the tution class got over, the whole class in a state of emotion and sentiments.
All the boys gathered down as I stood at a corner watching the group of the boy gather around gaurav and start advicing him.But I knew that there was no use of talking to him now,he wanted to relax himself right now and as an individual I could understand that , but not everybody could.As everyone started discussing about the incident with Gaurav who was recovering from his rage,I sent him a message from my cell:chill man,lifes not as bad as you think we all have problems.If you ever need anything Im here.
Moral of the story ,
All of us have emotions ,and problems related to them, but its how one deals with these problems and emotions that decides his/her day.

2007-12-09T08:43:00.000-08:00

Today was a kind of normal day but it was totally negative.Well it all started with school- first of all i was 10 minutes late to the bus and so i had to suffer the glares and angry hmphhhhs of the school bus.Then there was the monotonous ritual-school.Well i had missed 10 days of class cause of my cousin's wedding .So there was complete bewilderment when today during the chemistry test questions like-what is Lee Chadliers theory, and what is sir henrys theorem regarding Equilibrium were flung at me. Well my first reaction to these questions was "WHAT THE HELL????"

"WHICH SIR HENRY, WHAT LEE CHADLIER??" also there were the momentary visions of me recieving 0 upon 10 (which is highly probable) kept popping up into my mind.Ofcourse there was the method of bluffing, but being in 11th even this last move had its limitations.

The first whole period went like that .Then came the second period ,which was also chemistry,but was comparatively better cause she was teaching new stuff and then came my favourite subject one where the everyday man could survive without too many problem,one where absolute blankness is very rarely faced,one WHERE...... ok you get the picture.Another plus point of english was our teacher,nilleena maam she's one of the best of the school.English was followed by C++,which also had one of my most favourite teachers > who happened to be Facin sir.Facin sirs actually a good teacher; the only problem was his communication gap i mean more like communication trench but at least he minds his own buisness and teaches.....i mean tries to.

And ofcourse he has his most hated enemy,Gaurav.I mean come on,you couldnt blame the guy.

Gaurav could just be Gaurav at times.Ill tell you why he gets angry.For example:(READ ALL THE SIR'S DIALOGUES WITH A MALLU SLANG)

sir:arrayzz are strukturedd daata typez where onnly oone type of valus can be place.....

(Interupting sir's vigorous teaching and concentration, a hand rises:none other than Gaurav)

G: sir err... sir err..sir what are arrays sir... i mean sir... i know what arrays are sir...i mean sir ..arrays are structured data types where only one type of values can be placed sir but what are arrays sir.....errr...sirr.......

>

Sir: GAOORAOOVVVVVVV YOUR GRRAMMAR IS TTOTTALLY WRONG YOU TELLING ONE WORD THING IN 20 LINES IF U DIDNT KNOW WHAT U WANTIN TO SAY THEN ADMIT AND SIT ON THE DOWN OKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(pauses for a moment to regain sanity)

Sir: Ok childrens....., do we have done this prrogrraamm in the last classes or no???

ok anyway.

Soon the bell rang and break arrived like the rising sun among the hills ,

BUTven that was destroyed because of physics practicals all of us scrambled like rats to complete the physics practical but , as usual, no one completed anything.

A s soon as break was over came library , which was a fun period . nilleena maam told me to go get the library card of all students ,which was a moment to breathe fresh air for me- I was obliged .After library was 2 periods of maths which was a big bore especially as these 2 periods were the last 2 periods and these periods were those periods where the class is in a mood of sleepiness .But the worst part of the day was when our games period went once again for physics practicals.

Many of you readers might be wondering , "ohh!! this jackass is being totally negative doesnt he have anyting good to say?"

Well this is true I have nothing good to say.

Probably all these problems are really petty as compared to those that await me.phew!

2007-12-07T07:29:00.000-08:00

Mom...

2007-12-07T03:28:00.000-08:00

Ok if anyones reading this I'm writing this post just for starters.This post is going to be about something I wrote at class when our english teacher told us to write a story.It all just popped out of my mind when I was caught in this dilemma,Anyway here goes...

The last of the guests left .I returned to my room, the farewell party my friends had organised for me was great.I reached to the phone to call a my other friends and share a few sweet memories and as I glanced at my room I noticed a sock lying near my bag ,a heap of clothes in my wash basket ,3 pairs of shoes chaotically thrown all around the room , and almost instantly I noticed my mom busily clearing the mess , going through the books on the floor and arranging the various glasses on my table.Then for a seconds time ,I wondered , how would i exist without her???I couldnt imagine a life without her .Then I leafed through the pages of mt life.I remember all the times I took her for granted , all the times I could have made her happy but no,I didnt.I didnt listen to her I payed no heed to her invitations to study.I hadnt cared about her advice.At that moment I felt my insides burning with guilt,with the pain of just thinking of leaving her .I wished i could change the past so as to change the present and that day for the first time I cleaned my room I knew that I had never been a help to her and I also knew she was my everything - my gym trainer,sychiatrist,teacher, secretary,cook etc etc .....
But the real thing to think about was

WHAT WAS I TO HER????

The question lingered in my mind even as I was getting ready to leave for my flight at 3:30.
Mom,Dad and me were at the airport.Time passed by as the three of us discussed abot how we would keep in touch and other stuff and as I left to the exit , after touching my parents feet ,I whispered to my mom "i love you".I noticed that as I said this tears trickled down my moms eyes .Then I left for the plane , released into a new world awaiting destiny and realising a fact-
Life wasnt about the n73 in my pocket,or my gelled hair,or my bulging muscles.There was something else to life something undefined but distinct it was love