Sunday, 16 November 2014

Dear Diary - Taking a Step Forward

My Beloved Diary,
I saw what Onam was for the first time; it was amazing. Half the boys were looking like south-Indian dons and the other half was fidgeting with their mundus. Some were busy pulling a Ranbir Kapoor from the movie Sawariya. How can they not care about the innocence of our eyes? I mean, our minds might be corrupt but our eyes? Such inconsiderate people.
The girls looked stunning - all wore the same thing yet they all looked different and simply amazing. If it weren’t for the girls the event would have been boring and uninteresting. But I want a mundu too. It’s a much easier for people; subject to constraint that you can tie it. Just think about it. You don’t have to starve for a week to look good in a mundu, you don’t have to color coordinate, you don’t have to wax/tweeze your legs, your capris are always there to protect you, you can always fold it in half, there is no competition, and you can always adjust your mundu in public in Ranbir-Kapoor-Sawariya style without giving a flying fish about other people getting really really uncomfortable. Girls should be given mundus too.
Fish! There go my dreams of wearing mundu. I triple folded my roomie’s Onam sari and tried to tie it like a mundu. I can’t decide whether I look like an oversized marshmallow, a floating white cloud, or, Olaf from frozen. Seems like it’s going to be saris for me. For life. But I ain’t complaining.
And what’s with these insects. I don’t know how, I don’t know why and I have no idea where bugs sneak into my room from. People who say the bigger the better clearly have never had a 4 inch long insect in their room and stare at them dead in the eye. If it weren’t for the cleaning staff, I would have set my room on fire and run away long ago. Why don’t these bugs get it that they are not welcome in my room? But I have learnt my lesson from all this - never bring green comforters here. That’s where the horror stories start from.
They have started serving mystery food in the mess. The mysterious item on today’s menu looked like marmalade and leaked oil like halwa. Interesting marketing tactic, suspense filled food – the only thing that was missing till now. Take what you eat; guess what you eat. Awesome! And what’s with these power cuts. This guy just stood there contemplating his next move in shower because the power went out when in the middle of the night in the middle of his shower. Perfect time to remember god.
Did you know that operations is all about ganging, flexible equipment, grinding and drilling; and there’s more to come. No wonder boys have a preference for this specialization.
Hey! Remember the ass assaulting girl I told you about. So… she drummed somebody’s bum with dandiya sticks during the dandiya night. Yeeaahhh… And people call me crazy. Have you ever noticed that the higher the boots go up your leg, hem of dress and heel, and platform of your pumps go the higher the prices go. What’s worse is that we have come to age where the saris are cheaper than bikinis. Über face palm. Kalyug I tell you. Ghor Kalyug.
And I found an onion in the ocean! Why? Because lemons are too main stream.

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Dear Diary - New Life

Dear Diary,
It has been over a month since my parents left me here and there’s still no cute boy in sight. In this time, I have gotten used to these tiny rooms; and as difficult as it was, I have also learnt to live with half armoire. Imagine the horror.
Our professor Sunday-morning-love-you is probably the most congenial professor in the history of mankind; but innuendos sail over his head. Especially his. In a session he caught everybody’s attention by dropping the word “sex” and went on to say, “Our desires are insatiable; motivation is a lubricant”.
The only things I remember after that were him offering somebody a push and puns on hand-to-gland-combat. From what I have heard, he kept on saying “I’m hot. I’m hot. I’m hot” in some class, all because the AC was not working. I wish more professors were like that.
Now, this place is really interesting with all kinds of groups, races, and ethnicities. These two girls we ran into were introducing themselves. They simply went like “Hi! We are bongs!”
I sat there staring at the two of them for I don’t know how long, trying to comprehend the message while freaking out about being expelled along with the two. The intelligent phrase that came out of my mouth was “What?”
Apparently a Bong means a Bengali. Definitely not one of my brightest moments in life.
I also have to admit that both, men and women, here have delectable spankable bottoms. Acting on this urge, one day a girl got up, rubbed her hands together and loudly spanked some guy’s bottom whose only crime was that he was passing by. Everybody stopped; except for that fellow with abused bottom.
He walked to the end of the road, stopped, and started patting his still stinging bottom, trying to soothe away the pain. Speaking of abused bottoms, people here have a weird reaction to the trailer of 50 shades of grey. Men who haven’t read the book are dying to go for the movie, and women who have read the book are disappointed with the trailer. I don’t understand, the people who liked the series but hate the movie, what did they expect from the movie?
The other day I heard this guy in MIP team who has the most perfect pectorals and the most enviable flat tummy, he not only manages studies and MIP work, but he also makes time for gym. What’s wrong with this guy? I’m willing to bet that this guy has a time machine or a time-freezing machine. I would happily trade my soul for that gadget and flat tummy.
My friend was telling me about the fabulous view he gets from his window in hostel 3. I tried to pry out more information from him about this tantalizing view but he just wouldn’t tell me. That was so not fair. I pestered him. Finally he muttered intense CPR. What does that even mean?
We had this event where all the finance heads from various companies flew down to Manipal who went out of their way to bore us. These guys were capable of boring the very devil to tears. I wish we could give away onion awards.
Not only were the students meditating during the lectures but also the guests. How much do these people speak? One guy distributed his content in his lecture and started reading it. Even our professors are not that serious about teaching.
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