So, that was part I...
After the DSN course, we headed back to the hostel, around midnight. I couldn't wait to see my friends and everyone else...
And yes, they were awake, sitting on MY BED.
It felt good to be back.... somehow, a totally new world awaited me, or so i felt. We had college the next day, and i bunked. Not that i was lazy or something.. i just needed to take off. No reasons.
Up next came the Diwali hols. Chennai time. :(
Like i said before, i hate the place. I hate everything there. I hate. Any small thing there irritates me, and i get into one of my rages. Awful place. And if any of you are thinking of asking me what is nice in the place... SHUT UP.
We all went to different places for diwali.. Many had taken a week off or so... So, Surat went to surat, up1 went to her bff's place, up2 stayed back, and ernakulam went to ernakulam.
Chennai. No wind. Hot sun. Black people. Dirty looks. Salwar kameez. And my gp's. No young people there... or probably all the young people there look old.
MAny of my cousins were there, and my uncles and aunts. THey were good fun. ANd all of them gushed over my apparent weight loss. But yea, when they weren't there, my refuge used to be the TV, or dad's laptop. Some stupid dumdum's would come and visit there. ANd they'd tell me all about their life. Okay, why would i care if some moron managed to finish getting his lawn mowed? Or if the damn rates for pension have reduced? I don't care. And i get so damn pissed, esp if a good show is coming on TV.
THankfully i got back. Somehow, this time, madras didn't torture me that much, i was still with the after-effects of the course.
Up next - SOmanshi's attempted suicide case, the guys, the Cultural fest, the sports fest, Ayurveda academy, and more.....
When i came back from the Chennai, mom decided to drop me home, and see the rest of my friends... and that's when i got somanshi's messages... Around 50 of them... i know, i know. FIFTY.
I was busy with mom, so i really didn't pay attention. Afterwards.. she was spilling her entire life story out.. and she had attempted suicide..and her parents caught her, and lectured her, and i'm just slididng through this part cause i really don't think i should talk about it.
She's fine now. She's amazing, actually, she's a totally changed woman. Oh, you don't even know who she is! She was a volunteer at the DSN course.
Next Scene. My friends' first visit home.
I thought it was the ideal time for all of them to come. Up1 and up2 were talking. I was on good terms with everyone, and everyone was in love with mom.
So, me and the other four took permission to come to my home. FOr 2 days. We got it, which is a big achievement in itself. OUr princi is such a nice man.
Miss Up1 had her own ideas. She wanted to go to her bff's place. FOr one day. I was disappointed. Okay, she is a big bum, but yea, okay, he is a good friend of hers, let her go, is what i thought. So, me, surat, up2 and ernakulam came over home. Mr Chimpu met us oon the way, and we went home in his car. Btw, mr chimpu is my batchmate.
Up1 said she'd join us on the next day.
For the first time in their lives, they all tried spaghetti. ANd garlic bread. We saw GOlmaal returns, Pathetic movie. And then we saw Fashion. Up2 dozed off halfway through the movie, ernakulam went to sleep after GR. Me and surat sat up talking till around 4.
It was SAturday. I took them shopping, to Cosmos. They'd wanted to have a look around. First stop - Pantaloons. Omg, the way we took the place by storm... outfit after outfit, necklaces, earrings, hairbands, purses... the entire staff were staring at us.
Pantaloons was a nice place to flick stuff. How much we took!!! Even up2 and ernakulam followed in my footsteps. But surat dear had to be miss goody two shoes, and blew away 1k....
One thing i have to say, XXL size clothes have never looked so tiny.
We went to a dozen other shops there, and then we went to Marathahalli, where up2 got me really irritated. This top, that top this top, that top.... boy!
Then i saw a rainbow. It was beautiful, streched across the sky, i could make out each colour. That night, dad videotaped us all. We danced, played, acted ( Modern Mahabharata), we had a lottta fun.... laughing at ourselves...tooo much fuN!!
Oh yes, before that, we went to satsang, nearby. It was okay-okay, nothing great.
Later, Surat and me decided to go online.... She had her work to do, and i had to see if figgy would come. After she finished, figgy came!!! we spoke for sometime... it felt so good to hear his voice... After such a long time.... He spoke to surat too.. And, for the first time in her life, surat saw porn. She was terrified, to say the least. :)
Up1 didn't come. I sort of expected that. I thought she'd call and tell, or she'd come in the morning... but yea.. by late morning.... i was livid. And that's when she called... i'm so sorry, bla bla bla, i couldn't come, i was shopping, i came late, i didn't know this, i didn't know that, if you don't talk to me, i won't accept his proposal, all sort of crapshit. I didn't respond. The selfish bitch. She had used me.
THat evening, mom made paani puri for us to take to hostel.. ... yumm... I didn't talk to shefali until a week later... and that wasn't cause i forgave her. I still haven't.
I cried to mr.Smoke when i just couldn't decide what to do. When i needed to vent out all that anger. Atleast he wouldn't be biased. He understood.
I missed Zokra. She would have understood too.
Well, Now comes the month of OCtober. The month of Fests, practice, and travel
Ayurveda Academy came up first. Remember the guy i told you about? The PV teacher who hated me? Apparently, he was impressed with my speaking ability, and he'd put me in for all the events, including debate speech, essay writing, impromptu speech, short play, shloka recitation, mime, and singing. And it wasn't some stupid topic. It was Ayurveda. Hello, i'm just a fresher!!!!
All these events, and i didn't know what to write, what to say, what to do. It was bad. Every night i'd sit with the seniors, gathering some hints, some pointers to crack all these things... i mean, i'm supposed to have no-sleep nights only during the exams!! No fair!
So, along with this practice, i'd given up my name for Western Vocal.. for the cultural fest. I was first selected for the group song. Well, in my group were the most popular, coolest, nicest super seniors. We were 6 people, + appa, the guitarist. I call him appa, btw. He's one of my favorite seniors.
So, apart from him, all the others were girls, other than our lead singer. And all these didi's were committed. So their bf's also came along. I got to know so much. So much info... more gossip, more news... lotsa stuff. THey were amazing fun...
We'd leave for practice in the morning... and come back in the night. We'd enjoy the restaurant food, we'd watch a movie, and see, appa was the only single guy there... and, we were called the best couple for entertainment. It was true, cause we somehow kept irritating and teasing each other. And we were very nice also.
THis went on for around half a month or so... and soon, it was time for AA. I wasn't prepared for the shlokas, i wasn't prepared for debate, not even impromptu. Three days remaining.
And i got the news that i'd been selected for solo too. Jesus. Too much of work to do. I was lagging behind almost everywhere.....
I finished off some crap in the literary stuff, i fucked up in the shloka recitation. The others went well, I got a prize in the acting.... sadly. I wanted one in speech, and in the essay, i worte them out well.... :(
Next came the trip to Mudbidre, to THe Alwa's College... Nice place.... A bunch of buildings and a sort of a cafeteria in the centre....
I'd practiced... but i was coming up with a cold. It was sooo hot there... Humid, sweatty, stinky, hot. And the Alwa's were our worst rivals. Last year, we had lost to them by just 4 points. They were such cheaters.
And this time, they were hosting the fest.... we didn't really expect much
The trip to the place was amazing,... we had 3 teachers with us...and all my seniors were such great fun.... SO much fun, we danced , ate, played pranks, truth and dare, and we did so much more...we played music, did mimes... we acted silly, kept on laughing... we went and visited sooo many places!!!! And we ate so much...bt it was getting hotter and hotter....wherever we went... hotter and hotter.... sadly. In the bus, the couples and all were sitting together...it was soo cute.... they made fun of each other and stuff....basically i was the judge for it all...it was good fun.. Here it sounds so boring...but in actuality, i had the time of my life.
I totally forgot to tell you!! I was made fun of to! See, i have this different style of having fun, and i also speak in a sing song voice... so... that pretty much made me the butt of many jokes.... can't explain how...
Our rooms were pretty okay okay... But they were small. The cupboards were even smaller. My competition was the first. The opening event. And my name was first.
"Western Vocal Solo - Up first Zula from SSCASR"
Everyone was there from college. Me and appa went up, and he did his arranging thing with the guitar...and we began. It was a big hit. Everyone applauded. One of the judges told me that it was his favorite song. And that i sang it beautifully. I blushed.
We did well in the other events, our parade was superb, the play was fantastico, the songs were super...everything went on so well. And the alwa people kept giving us dirty looks. And they took all our prizes away.
One event in which i didn't know a thing... which was totally a surprise was Quiz. I was suddenly roped in.. And suprisingly, we made it to the finals, where we lost. 4th place. We lost by 8 points.
Sad na? Te other events were so good, we had to keep running up and down and up and down....it was frustrating...and in all that heat...my clothes might have become wet, for all i know, but in that excitement, i never noticed....
I spet 3 days there. Saw many things, went online, checked my mail, all of my griends called me up all the time, taked to them, i was absolutely relaxed after my events... the collages, the clay modelling, the poetry, the rangoli, the different stuff.... SO many things to do!! so many things to see...
And again, american toilets!!! YAY!
Well, after those three days, i came back to the hostel. Back to the same boring life. Back to all my friends...
Bt hey, i didn't talk to them for quite a whilenow, it was mostly superficial...but ya... otherwise, we didn't have any of the usual convos that we used to... i'd pretty much distanced myself form everyone, which i sone reason why i didn't want to go back.
Non-devil cried because of that... and so did surat.\
Back i was, and then i went home for the weekend. I know my friends wanted me there, but i didn't wanna goback to the hostel, ... after two days, it was time to go for the sports fest, held at SNmedical college, Bagalkot.
This time, most of te people who came were my classmates... Hardly any seniors. And thistime, i wasn't looking forward to anything. A bus trip with my classmates....?? the seniors were more fun... In my batch, like i said, there was a lot of groupism... all the mallus were together...ditching us all out... i not being a northie nor a mallu, was stuck.
Pathetic... Sure, the bhaiyas kept us good company. But it was boring.
Me and mr timpu had become good friends by then... everyday, we'd message or call each other... and he'd pretty much confided everything.... except for the name of this girl he had a crush on. And i'd pester him a lot. See, i had a suspicion...
The sports ground was HUGE!!!!!!! It was soo big! Amazing place, that college, it had all the facilities, everthing was so close, and it had great surroundings... it was FANTASTIC! But one thing i didn't like was the hostel rooms... that was the sad part.. Otherwise, the library was SOOOOOOO BIg, the classrooms were classy. ... And yea, if you ever do visit that place,...you must visit the sugarcane juice stall.
These events went on for fourdays, first the prelims, the quartefinals, the semis and the finals... long days, long events, long nights, and it wasn't that hot.
We even visited these caves. Ancient carvings, all smelling of bat poop. Monkeys everywhere...but the intricacy was mind blowing... THough i've seen better at Belur and Halebid, this was great work too.
I ate a lot of stuff over there... there was even a disco, but we weren't allowed to attend it. Damn man, so many cute guys there...
Timpu treated us. After all the events got over. Dunno why. He specially asked her to come along too.... that sorta fueled my suspicions....
So wassup blogger? Enough about me.. WHat have you been upto?
I'm just asking you cause my fingers are tired. DAmn tired.
Then we came home, back to hostel again... and this time, i wa on okay terms with everyone, except up2
The sports fest was fun.. I made a lot of new friends, lost in shotput... and all tat crap.... but otherwise, it was pretty much fun.... i liked it. We had a lotta fun laughing eating and simply jogging on that ground...
The races were amazing..i've never seen people fly so fast.... they were soooooooo fast!!! What muscle...i mean, this is the first time i went for an athletic meet..so i was :O
We spent one whole week there. And by that time, me and everyone were on great terms with each other... except for the plastics. They irritated me to no extent!!! My god!!
ANyways, i just didn't want to face the fact that we'd be getting back to college,i'd missed one month...i had no wish to study... I was the only one from my class who went for all the three events.. One of te only two who went from the entire college for all three events.
Needless to say, i was the only one who was left in the dust on all the subjects. I'd had to go behind studints for the next week, begging for notes, texts, asking them to explain.... go behind the teachers, bla bla bla... it was frustrating...i didn't have a moment of rest.
And that's when ms non devil took up most of ym hostel time with her usual talk... he said this she said that , i think this i think that...She was very friendly, and talkative, and yes, she gossipped. One more thing. She cried. SHe's damn sensitive. So, my daily routine was ...morning, mess, college, teachers, mess, college, teachers, hostel, non devil, phone, mess, non devil, books, phone, sleep.
Sad. I had no time for myself.....Btw, i got to know a lot of secrets...i'm secret holder for a lotta things. The mallu gang hates the northie gang, the maharashtrians are a loser gang. The mallu gang people are all bitches, except a few. The northie gang are all selfish. And i'm stuck in between. But it's fun, you know..i love seeing these small scuffles. And i love beeing a part of them too.
Basically, timpu loved surat. And timpu's pals were the plastics. And i am surat's best friend. So, the plastics can't hurt me or surat, cause if they do, timpu would get affected. And chimpu, another nutcase, was in a relationship wit one of the plastics. And there was a lot of hungama with the seniors, cause they have crushes on the girls in my batch, and i'm match maker, with no hope!
End of Part two.
This is the end of part II.
