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Hi!!!!

11:00AM So today is the 2nd. I know its been long. I possibly cannot continue my "today#1" series. But you must know that I was pretty busy. I went home for the weekend:) It was my parent's wedding anniversary. But my dad had to go to another city that day and it was Harthal in our city. Its because a person got arrested for murdering a politician to put it simply.

I spent my other days with movies and assignments and hula hoop again! However right now I am in my class. This is break time for us. Today our juniors just joined. Hope our teachers are busy with them and forget us! Huh, I wish! My college is pretty strict about attendance. We have 5 marks allotted for attendance in each subject. And this is what happened.

So you know I went home last weekend. In the afternoon hour I went in colour dress since I had to catch a train right after class. And my Political Science III professor just refused to give me attendance!! I pleaded with him. I even told him I will go back and change and come.(Thats how precious attendance is here!) Then he said he will ask the class. And they said No! The bitches!!!;P

Now the voting on freshers day theme is going on. I voted for Masquerade ball!! It would be so cool!

5:10 PM I had class and my laptop ran out of charge, so I couldn't finish the blog then and there. But guess what? Masquerade ball won!!!!Yay!!..So on the 2nd of August 2012 we are gonna have a Masquerade party for our juniors. Hope it turns out well! *FINGERS CROSSED*

Am back in my hostel and I just had some bland tea. I am thinking of decorating my room. One year and I am still thinking! Yesterday I tried cleaning out my cupboard and I failed miserably. I have more stuff than the huge Almirah they allotted us. Huh!

I wanted to go for a walk. But my roomie is too lazy to come with me.

And unfortunately all our teachers came today. Those who didn't come gave us assignments to do in class:(

Anyways bye for now. Will fill you up with all the happenings here soon!!!:):)

Today#1

So today was just another day and I decided to blog after a long, long time. This time opening my browser I got myself to open Blogger instead of facebook. I was on facebook for so long and nothing was happening other than usual sharing and posting in hope of a better world. My entire class is online. We pretty much all the time are online. It is like facebook is infested with my college or something.

So this is what happens in my room which I share with two of my batchmates who got to be my roommates. We three will be glued to our respective laptop screens doing what jobless people do i.e watching movies over and over again, occasionally going on a movie hunt to other rooms etc. In between we even talk on facebook. For example if i suddenly get reminded that I have class tomorrow and I wanna know which hour it is first on the next day I send a message on facebook to my roommate even without glancing up at her. After some 10 minutes she sends me an 'I don’t know' and I am happy. Am happy cause am not the only one who doesn’t know what class it is. At dinner time we rise up and go to the mess hall. One of the very few (am serious, very few) senseless rules in our hostel is not to take food to our rooms. And our warden! She screams at us. She goes on and on and on about how spoilt we are, how because of our noise poor innocent boys in the boys hostel are unable to sleep! Yeah,right! They wouldn't even be in their conscious sense to hear us! However we manage to get past her and take the food to our room once in a while.

Talking about food we had upama today morning which I totally loathe. You give me one crore Indian Ruppees and ask me to eat it, I swear I won't. Or maybe I will. But it will be only because of the money. I don't even know why they give us that. Nobody has it. So breakfast for me like the rest of us was two bananas. In class we all are sleepy. In hostel we sleep by 1 o'clock at night and wake up by 8:30AM. Our class begins at 9AM. We leave hostel at 9:05AM in formals and slippers. For break I had a puffs from the canteen and it got very messy cause I was trying to gobble it up for I dont know what reason. We came back to hostel for lunch. It was a dull affair. Duller than usual. I don't know why today it was so especially dull. Anyways afternoon we had a class on Legal Method and a seminar. The seminar is our college's way of celebrating the International Day against Drug Abuse and Illicit Trafficking. A doctor came and made a presentation. Our Vice chancellor declared that our campus will be free from drugs, alcohols and cigarettes within 6 months. I have no clue how he is gonna make it happen though. It dragged on. In the end there was a skit from my batchmates which was nice. Back in hostel we resumed worshipping laptops. I finally finished watching Julie and Julia, a movie I have been watching for the past 3 days. Nowadays it takes me 3 days to finish a movie. Maybe its old age. And I was reading To Kill a Mockigbird. I am loving it:)

Oops! Right now an insect entered my room. My roomie is paranoid about insects. She screamed and I screamed and we screamed.

She:Do something!!!

Me:Like what?!

She:Its walking towards you!!

Me:Its not that big

She:Its huge.

Here is the thing. Sure the insect is dangerously black, shiny, clawed and can both fly and walk. But it isn't 1/1000000 the size my roomie imagines it to be. In her mind it is some 9 foot alien out of a horror fiction novel!

She:How can you just sit there?

Me:Let it come..

And she went in search of my other roomie...

Now another class mate came to our room after hearing the news from my roomie of the dangerous creature in our room.

She:Where is it?

Me:It is under that table..

She:Ok I am kind of freaked out. Its making a buzzing noise, dude! Are you not scared?

Me:I thought you were gonna do something about it.

She:I just came to see it. I am going.

huh...its somewhere around here only. And my roomie is having an animated conversation with somebody outside about the scary, huge, ugly, clawed bug that makes buzzing sounds.

So freaky dude!

So where were we? Then we had chappathi and paneer for dinner. We have it almost every other day am getting sick of it. More movies. Then I played hula hoop!

I started learning yesterday and I am not good at it. That is yet! I will master it soon though, I wish!!

Are you not scared it?

Where did it go?

Maybe we should fix a GPS to it to know where it went...

My roomie is outside the door and am here and the blog is getting long. Am gonna devote my eyes and ears for the buzzing monster. For my roomies sake.:)

 I hate exams. I have that now. Its like a disease. A week is still left. Wish for a fairy tale to happen. Maybe I can dream of one. Thats all I can do. There will be no fairy tales in my life.
angelnutcase from 2011

Happily Jobless and Answering Queries

So it’s February and the month of love. But would you believe that I realised this only when I saw an ad on TV the other day? What am I? 19 or 90?! But then Valentine’s Day doesn’t seem as fanciful as before. Maybe because it became boring and people don’t have time to care for it. Whatever!

We got a week holiday as our hostel was under quarantine for Chicken Pox. It was so good. I mean back home, lazing around, sleeping to my heart’s content, watching TV and happily jobless. That is when my dad got this into his head that I am better off not inside home. So one fine day he wakes me up from my deep sleep at an untimely hour of 8 o’clock. He shook me out of my sleep and asked me to get ready quickly. I grabbed the nearest dress and got out. My situation is pretty much like other girls. I stare at the closet full of clothes and think I don’t have anything to wear. But I think I am different in one way. After this musing I put on the dress I wear every other day and my other dresses stare in dismay. I finally walk out in a way that you would call devil may care. I soon find myself at Taj Residency. My dad signed me up for some two day convention and I immediately regretted not having worn something better. I mean looking around there were men in suits and women with make up on and they would have easily taken me for some vagabond. Nevertheless they let me in against my fears of them doing the contrary. So my Dad registered me for a conference so that I won’t sleep from home. Now I can sleep in a centralised air conditioned room not so badly decorated. :P

Apparently I was the only law student in there. The rest were from management schools, engineering colleges, medical students, CEOs etc. They were discussing something I believe to be nation building. Yeah in two days sitting in the best possible place in the city they are going to build the nation. I didn’t talk much just so that I am not asked any questions. Seeing me lonely and devouring the coffee and staring at my half eaten biscuits that tasted of corn flakes and wondering whether this place doesn’t have any decent food people started talking to me.

Now to categorise the most common questions I got.

First: Are you from NIT?

I don’t know why this is their favourite question but believe me 4 out of 5 people asked me the same. Maybe I looked like I could be from NIT. Whatever!

Second: What?

Well this question is the response after I finally explain to them that am a Law student and telling them the name of my college.  Pretty much people haven’t heard of my college. I cannot blame them. I mean I wouldn’t if I had taken some other branch I guess. What then to tell of people who think the world is just filled with engineers and doctors and the rest are from another planet. My college got a huge name and I use the acronym and it is hard to expand it without taking much time and so I try to tell it under one breath it gets weird.

Well the same happened to me too. Someone told me he was from IGS. I was like what myself. He told me it was International graduation school. I heard it as International Grinding School. I blurted out loud, “What? You have a school for grinding?”. I mean it is possible. Maybe there is too. But am just ignorant you know. Bear with me. Well he obviously rectified the same.

Third : Why law?

Ok now this is like the most frequently encountered question in my entire life. Nobody has asked me anything else as much as this. And though I expect it I have never really formulated a satisfactory answer. In school when people ask you your ambition and you say law you get that question, after taking law you get it from everyone you meet and talk to, even in college while introducing yourself it is like the hot question you have no escape but to answer. And it is funny all the answers I get from my peers. I think everyone is in the same dilemma. Choosing something is not as easy as a one word answer, is it? You have your own clear and substantive reasons. But they don’t expect an explanation nor do they have the time for it.

I mean how many times does an engineer or doctor get asked why they took up that profession? Not much other than from people who are psycho analysing your character by investigating your thought and choice making process and deducing your capability for the profession I guess.

But then I feel the question makes me feel unique. I mean I can tell those ignorant people about the scope of law and it also feels like I am fervently clarifying my own decision and each time I get a new reason to have made the right decision.

Fourth: What do you intend to do after taking law?

Now I am only in my first year and I don’t plan five years ahead. The scope of law is so huge that I can go to any field of my choice. Ok now I tell you my present decision and you are one of those kinds of people who remember everything I will probably have to answer you why I changed my decision if I ever did so. We will both give time take its toll and see what I finally take up!

Now less frequently asked questions. By this I mean I just got one question of this sort. And that was if I was working. Now that made me both beam and surprised at the same time. Most people ask me if am in school as I am too small for my age. Now someone does consider me as a person who might be working. That is some improvement! Or maybe it was just another kind of conversation starters as the rest of them!

The convention got over. It was actually good. And the rest of my holidays I slept from my own room.

P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day !

Sunday

Awoke to find myself alive at 9 30 in the morning...
No I  was not kidnapped and toxicated...
I was sleeping in a peaceful bliss in my hostel room...the rate at which I am sleeping for the past two days makes me wonder if I will ever wake up to another...
Its cold here nowadays...I know its winter and all but climate doesnt get so cold in this part of the world...
Ok its not that cold..maybe not cold at all...but for us  its cold enough to use a thin sheet while sleeping..
It never snows here...I have not even seen snow in real life that I feel I am missing something..
How nice would it be if it snowed here...but it simply wouldn't...all the year round its pretty much sunny with a little rain for a change...
but then again its not a dessert and we don't have sand dunes or sand storms...
We live in a tropical climate...for those in the cold countries it may seem as paradise..just how snow is for me I guess...but for me its boring...seasons have to make their presence felt, right?
Now enough about seasons you would think...but you know what?...am bored....its a sunday...very sunny....and lazy...hostel is so quiet...city is miles away..
our campus is basically in what we call a forest...we maybe the only creatures here...not exactly..there are other people too...you get reminded of a village from Malgudi Days....a bridge and a junction with a shady tree and grassy land looking out at the nearby wilderness with random cows and a pond....reminds me of a place for panchayat if you know what I mean..
To get out of this place is like going on an adventure..first its the wait for a bus which never comes..even if it does it just leaves you half way on your journey..we pass through acres of grassy land...then grassy land again...a small river...a railway station where only goods trains stop....and at each stop some people who you cannot imagine from where they came from when all you can see around is unhabitated land...
Another thing about this place is that the population density is inclined to babies and old people...Whenever I board a bus and if by luck I get a decent place to sit within moments I have to get up to make room for a wailing baby or a stooping shrunken old lady...
By the time I reach the city it would take almost an hour and I would have been exhausted that all I want in life would be to get back to hostel and lie on my bed...But thinking of the journey back I would have happily slept on the foot path...
And I have no idea what to do today...
Can you suggest me what to do?...as in something fun?
waiting for your reply...:)

The Kid's Section

I don’t know what is wrong with my part of the country, but whichever clothes store you go to you find clothes in XXL size and sometimes by some mistake in L size too. Now don’t think that people here are ALL large framed. Actually its quite the opposite. Majority is in small or extra small or even in XXS size. Then why this XXL? I have serious doubt whether its some government proposal to improve health by making people grow to fit the size of the clothes.

To the tragedy of a small framed girl, I rarely come across clothes my size. Wandering among rails of too large clothes with obvious unhappiness on my face thinking of my fate and resolving to grow fat as soon as possible I reach the kid’s section. To add to my depression sometimes even the clothes meant for 13 year olds do not fit me.

No wonder these clothes do not sell out, I thought. You know grapes are sore at times.:P

The sales girl was eyeing me. Maybe my embarrassment written in capitals across my face and looking around to make sure no one I know is there made her think, huh maybe, am a kid’s clothes mafia or something!

So quite out of place I tell her I need clothes for my 10 year old niece. I finally find a jacket which is my ultimate perfect fit.Well, the kid elements to it, huh, I will have to do my special tearing off tailoring from home. Unable to contain my huge urge to try it on I blurted out with my best puppy face, “Can I try it on?”.

But the puppy face didn’t work. Perhaps cause she is also a girl and knows the trick very well. What more, she had this gleam in her eyes as if she just investigated a forensic case single handedly!

Smug, in this case her though!

Decidedly and determinately with all the power in her authority she let out a big, stern NO.

My bad, what else, I spontaneously asked, “Why not?”.

She said that the jacket was meant for kids and that I may stretch it and damage it. How rude!

I don’t exactly know who between us was louder but people started stopping by. I smiled at them. You know the ‘I can handle it on my own, thankyou’ smile, thinking that they will go away but they didn’t.

“But it will fit me”, I said.

“No, it won’t”, she retorted.

She started to snatch it back from me. I got furious and I declared to my audience “I am buying it” with a ‘Ha-ha, you can’t stop me now’ look at the salesgirl. Triumphantly I bought it and walked out with that feeling. You know the feeling as if you just conquered the world!:P

Smug? Yes!! This time me!

And guess what? It was a perfect fit!:D

Why Laptop,Why??

I always loved kids. I am only 19 but many times during my past lifespan I have felt like adopting a kid.

I mean I have adopted people as my sisters and brothers and stuff. But somehow after the phase of adoption the relationship somehow grows tense. I have never figured out why yet. Well that certainly didn’t stop me from adopting people. Only thing I have a lot of adopted sisters and brothers who don’t even talk to me now!

But then I never thought I would find a son in my laptop. Nope I didn’t do internet adopting or anything.(I don’t even know if such a thing exists!) I mean the moment I saw him (my laptop) my heart grew out to him. He was like a baby, an infant, who kind of always needs me and cannot adjust with anybody else. I am almost always convinced that he is sick. When he takes longer than usual to boot or suddenly blacks out my heart misses a beat. And am so damn finicky about him. Only now did I realise my parent’s favourite punch line “You will know the heart of a parent only when you be a parent.” How true!

Like most parents I can’t help comparing my laptop to other laptops and get worried if he doesn’t perform the same way as them. I know it’s not right and I should accept him the way he is. But you know a mother’s heart who wants her baby to be perfect. Sigh!

And am paranoid about leaving my baby in the hands of the service centre people. I mean they could be careless, they can treat my baby badly and I won’t be there to rescue him. After all who cares about the good of the neighbour’s kid?

I avoid them like anything. I will him to be fine when he decides that he got a cold. For his protection from malicious hands I carry him wherever I go. I am not only his parent but his body guard, his guardian and his playmate. An ideal parent, am I not?