The Reason

Its The Reason- by Hoobastank. Enjoy.

No sorry , no thank you?

Friendship means no sorry , no thank you. Really?
Well, sometimes these very words get you friends. And sometimes these very words save you friends.
Meghana is a sweetheart. I don't know what I may be to her.... I hope she considers me well too.

Prior to this Hostel Day ,  I had a string of exams , with professors telling a day before conducting 50 marks practicals and quizzes, sometimes twice a day, back to back. Sleepless nights have never really happened to me, and have always fared well enough in tests. I basically don't fear exams the way people usually do.
Head aches and nervous jitters happened to me in an unpleasant , uncommon way.

Of course, me being the JHS (you could picture JHS as second in command, on any funny sunny day) had to play an important and tiresome role in making our beloved hostel's "DAY" a great one. I had it worked out with Nupur (HS), another girl whom I dearly like and Meghana (JHS herself).

Catering was being looked after by Priya Agarwal , a first yearite , who reported to me and I to Nupur as well as our warden.
Meghana and me spent our good one and a half hours deciding upon a theme for the D-Day and then the next day I spent my four lectures designing a poster-notice for the same.

Then, on a rare four days back to back holiday, I went vacationing with my family to a resort after which came the above mentioned string of exams, tying me to my books and a new found fear.

The whole week was traumatic , as the practical exams showed no outputs and hostel day preparations poked me from left, right and center.
In between journal completion, Bhumi and Radhika made me help them write a letter to the Hostel Section to ask for funds for the Hostel Sports Day.
The next evening I , along with Priya, my room-mate and our mess auditor, designed a poster for the article writing event with loads of excitement , wishing many entries would pour in and we would have a nice time judging these entries. Meghana was among those to compliment us for our poster. Of course Bhumi again asked me to write up a little poster for the most awaited Treasure Hunt .

Exams finally came to an end on Friday, and Priya got really unwell. We decided to see a doctor on Saturday, which somehow got postponed till Monday.
Monday was our hostel day.
While people hated us for our conspicuous absence, we spent horrible moments at that horrible hospital, Priya still not feeling a nano-metre better.
At around 7pm, all dressed up, I went downstairs to find Meghana and a few other girls doing last minute decorations and then came a sour comment from my sweetheart: "So you found some time off?"

I  felt a little sad, then super angry, then full on hatred came all over me.

Next day I heard Meghana had cried the whole morning and was admitted to a hospital for seriously ill health.....

..... After 3 days, and many unpleasant stares and whispers and unkind comments about my "lack of participation" in the hostel day preparations and finally after I couldn't take it any more, wrote a little get well soon apology card to Meghana.

Write for yourself, your home--your hostel

THIS YEAR ON OUR "BLACK AND WHITE" HOSTEL DAY  I BRING TO YOU  AN ARTICLE WRITING COMPETITION WHERE YOU CAN WRITE JUST ANYTHING UNDER THE SUN ABOUT YOUR STAY AT KASTURBA BHAVAN  AS WE BID ADIEUS TO OUR LOVELY HOSTEL

A new page in my diary...

With love, from heavens above

We Indians have a great culture of celebrating and thanking heavens for our every new step, venture, pursuit or purchase.
 A new car, television, home, utensils, baby, computer, job, birthday, our favorite cricketer/movie star's birthday, his/her baby's birthday, passing matriculation, passing 12 years of education, a new juicer-mixer-grinder or anything that brings about a new something in our lives. Remembering God and merry making is what we love to do. Like Hobbits who love to eat and party all the time.
These are events in one's "timeline" -a la Facebook- that mark achievement, enhance one's happiness quotient and form fond memories. 
"Every man's memories are his private literature."
Indians love to keep memories, photo albums, old letters, we could run our own museums ...
Its nothing to do with being religious or being bound by customs and compulsions, we find a solace in this way of life. There's a feeling  that a higher power or a supreme being or the ultimate is looking after us and our new decision is a good one and will bring us lots of good. 
This is essential for human resource development . 
Its interesting that we are such a diverse nation , having as many ways of paying our gratitude to our as many Gods for as many reasons. Decorations and ceremonies involved our often fun-filled and enrich our moral science. These bring us together, like a close knit family. 
And there's nothing wrong in attributing our all to God. It isn't that hard-work and perseverance aren't  the reasons for one's success. The idea is that hard-work and perseverance are infused into us by God or let me call it "faith". 
Faith in oneself or one's parents or mentor too is equivalent to faith in holy father up above, that's a different discussion altogether...
My personal belief is that this "thanking God for the world so sweet" is a sweet way of showing humility, being happy and looking forward to better things out of life.

RIDZI

This is a story about a tall girl by a  short  girl....... Short  one met the tall one on the first day of college  both trying to find the location of EM lab , sem 1 

Ridzi joins AIESEC and dedicates as-they-say her "SOUL"  to this organisation and finds many friends and a few "friends"..........   

Ridzi's world famous ACTIVA is our B-Div's  public transport...... weneva you are hungry, wanna make a trip  to canteen or galla , have forgotten your assignment at your hostel or  its a rush-last-minute job, ask for *KEYS* ;) 

She's super famous and has a spider's web of contacts!!! ( though  she denies this and says  meri toh kisi ke sath bhi interaction nahi hai....!! :P)

She makes me go green with her
a) Academic Record
b) way with the professors (she won't accept this but we all know.... )
c)her luv story
and many such things....

EXAM TIME:
SHE'S NERVOUS LIKE HELL AND THIS MAKES US ALL EVEN MORE NERVOUS!!
HER NOTES SAVE ME, MINE SAVE HER
I ASK HER DOUBTS AT 3AM , WHEN SHE'S FAST ASLEEP
SHE SOLVES MY DOUBTS AND FLOODS MY INBOX WITH HER 100 MORE DOUBTS AT 6AM WHEN I AM ASLEEP!!!!

 As I took it  for granted until our LR  once
said  and then I realised we are close to best friends!!
Well lets just say we are friends who are always
ready to pull each other's legs and hold hands and
feel sad when EC/EDC marks are announced and
ask each other for party for small things

RIDZI...... I WANT BIRTHDAY PARTY!!! :D :P

Videocon Multie 6800

PROLOGUE page1

DISCLAIMER: This post is not about  Videocon Multie 6800's
merits or demerits . It simply features as the washing machine present
in the girl's hostel in which I used to be and is a part of fond memories  :)

One day, probably the previous semester , during some conversation which she doesn't remember (who does?), Vendetta  said she washes clothes at home.
Like every teenage girl, she has a mom, who would like to see her daughter doing as well in daily chores as in studies.

Vendetta doesn't.

No cooking, cleaning, stitching or ironing. 

Well, according to Vendy , she can do these things... well, whatever!

Pearl was actually impressed that Vendy actually does that, washing clothes, even if she operates washing machine for that. 

Unbelievably Vendy washes her clothes by hands when in hostel. She has her own reasons. 
a) She doesn't trust any of the hostel resource.
b) In the first semester, the first week itself, Sasha had told Vendy that her new tee got torn in hostel washing machine!!

Reason enough for our spoilt rich kid Vendy to do "haath ki safaai" even if it takes a lot of labour.

Today though Vendy decides she'll use the washing machine, she's done with using her muscles and tiring her limbs.

She requests Pearl to give her washing machine training as hostel's machine is different from her home's.

Pearl squeaks " Vandita! All machines are same. Engineering student hai be! dimaag laga....."

Vendy sadly heads to the laundry room where thankfully Sophie is present. Sophie "helps" her out. well, a little bit in her own way.

Vendy is completely stuck though. She doesn't know wash/spin is followed by drain followed by wash followed by dryer . Well, she manages to go past wash/spin stage, which Sophie has done for her. She smses Pearl to tell her next move to which Pearl tells her something that sounds as familiar as Japanese. 

Finally convinced ,  Vendy comes back only to realize , with Pearl's help that detergent isn't washed off! 

Pearl : " Vandita! How do you operate the washing machine at home?"

Vendetta: " By clicking a button."

Pearl:" Why didn't you click  them today?"

Vendy:" Arey! told you no only one button! "

Pearl:" Do you mean you operate an automatic washing machine at home ?"

Vendy:" Yeah, told you  no..."

Pearl:"Abey yaar!!  that means you don't actually do anything, like every other thing, no chores at all! Sorry Vandita! Next time will surely accompany you to the laundry. "

Vendy:" (Sob) Yeah, but no thanks , washing with hands is much more comfortable (sob)".

Pearl realizes her spoilt little friend is sad and tells her how she herself gets scolded by her mummy for not doing anything worthwhile.
A few seconds later hostel supervisor yells:" Bandeetaaa !! Masheeeen ka kya haal bana diya chhori!"

More sobs follow.