why am i so weird?
its a question i have asked myself so many times. why do i do stuff that 90% of the public doesnt( no nutthin fetish).
why is it that i havnt cut my hair for the last 11 months despite the glares i get from the college authorities and the tormenting of me pals.
why is it that i eat at odd hours. dinner at 3 am, lunch at 6 pm and no breakfast, since i'm eatin all night long?
why is it that i don't sleep in the night( ok just for the record, i aint a gigolo) and instead sleep in during IPE classes.( ok thats an easy one)?
why is it that i put the AC at 17 degree when the outside weather is 34 degrees, and so when i go out i feel all humid and baked?
why is it that i eat so much of anzac cookies?(18 packs the last week), but then they are so good.
why is it that i am in a stable state of being fat. coz whether i eat tons, or nutting at all, my eyes see the same 2 digits on the weighin machine( i wont disclose it re)?
why is it that i wasted 5 months of my 11th on the fuckin irodov and didnt yield much while others were solvin the not-so-brilliant HC verma, and seriously, why is resnick and halliday such a BORE!!!!!!!
why do i like the ginger chutney more than the coconut one when eatin vadas, idli, dosas? and on that note why do i prefer sambar as the fluid instead of that weird kurma wid my puris?
why is life such a bitch?( ok that was copied from murphy's laws)
why do i wanna get into aeronautical engineering so bad, even though i know i much more brilliant at my chemistry than at physics? and why the hell duz india not have good aeronautical engineering branch, which btw limits itself to defence.
why is nuttin else matters my favorite rock song after sweet child o mine, even tho it isnt exactly totally rock.
why do i prefer AC/DC over pink floyd?
why do i feel rady jack is a crazy ass nigga who doesnt deserve to be on AI, and frankly speakin i'd prefer stevie wonder?
why would i give "friends" a 7 on 10 where as raymond and titus would receive a 10 on 10.?
why do i feel totally grossed out by hieros gamos even tho its supposed be taken in a spiritual way n all tht?
why do i hate bikes and comp games ?
whyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!!!!
well i guess the truth is out there eh?
Friday, April 29, 2005
Saturday, April 09, 2005
this and that
Saturday, April 09, 2005
2
we have 3 hour classes for JEE going on.
The Sanghi's are a huge industrial family in hyderabad. their empire includes two of the most popular hindi and telugu dailies - vaartha, a polester industries, mills and what nots. They are so rich that they have bought lots of land next to the famed ramoji film city, the area is called sanghi nagar. its just toooo huge. Mr Girish Sanghi is a MP in rajya sabha. he promised the kashmiri samiti of hyderabad that they could hold all their functions and meetings at his farm house. I was unaware of all this, frankly i dont give a damn. not that i hate my community, its that it doesnt matter where the meeting is held, i mean, its a meeting after all. quite dull, boring. people laughing out loud, clearly indicating they didnt follow a word of the joke that was just told to them. Eating the same food, they call it preserving our heritage.
Today was one of those days
frankly speaking i had no intention or interest to go to sanghi nagar, i have ne'er been there b4.
today was navreh. the southies here call it ugadi. whatever. my mom woke me up at 6 am. as i opened me eyes i saw a thali in front of me, with raw rice, a pen on top, some one rupee coins, some kheer and other stuff. it took me a while to understand what the hell was going on.
"chalo rishabh, pray to god for knowledge and yea touch the thali while doing so, and read this mantra"
what the fuck. its six fuckin am in da morn
though my mom isnt all that religious, she just likes to get done with all the formalities of the festivals.
9 am
"rishabh wake up, we're leaving"
what the fuck. its nine fucking am.
twas my dad.
"if yall going, y are u waking me up, btw where are you going"
"we're going to sanghi nagar, and u're coming with us"
"what the....no way man. i'm sleepy..sleepy..sleepy"
" i dont know all this, put on something and come fast"
"kya? abhi to maine nahaya bhi nahi"
"phir jaldi nahao"
"do i have to?"
"rishu, i myself dont want to go there, but u know u r mom is very enthu bout all this, so we have to go"
"man the thinge we do for her"
anyways we left the home at 10. there was a bus waiting. no one had come.
"mama what the hell? where are all the other families."
"they'll come beta. patience"
"mom i have a test day after, i need ta study"
"rishabh it'll only be couple of hours"
"the place is like 40 kms from here mama"
"bas rishabh, now dont complain. be mature"
hhmph.
people started coming at their own time and leisure.
may all of them go to the place in between heaven and hell.
the only compromise was that amla, a kashmiri gal i've known for 10 years had come. she was the only one of my age in the bus. many others decided to reach sanghi nagar at their own time in their vehicles later.
"amla, why did you come today?"
"parent pressure"
ah, we two are so alike .
so we were talkin bout general stuff college, life, hols.
"chalo sab log, antakshari khelenge" i heard some one say.
aw man!
the thing about playin antakshari with elders is you can't sing western songs, coz theu dunt get it, and also coz it includes a ot of swears if ya start singin rap.
so i sang few new numbers. it wasnt all that bad, but it wasnt as interesting as solving TMH either.
after some time i realised we were movin in circles, coz the whole area was so maze like. anyways, we went to all corners of sanghi nagar, finally after an hour of askin people and navigating thro forests, we found, sanghi parkand guesthouses and farmhouse.
man was it fuckin hot. and boy were there so many mosquitoes and flies. i quickly went into the guesthouse. ah there was an AC there. Ah, there was a TV too. i switched it on. a dark blue screen flashed, i chenged the channel, same result, again, again and again.
" rishabh, take a hint"
"umm yeah, i know, screwed up TV"
"there's no cable wire man"
"oh"
went out of the room.
my bro had got his bat and ball with him. good thing . i wasnt bored.bad thing. the ball was plastic. i was playin more of baseball, by jus hookin and pulling the ball, tryin to break the glass of the house. damn u plastic bal. it was so light that the loo (the air not the toilet) was drifting it away from the target.
lunch time. not bad stuf. there was the usual. and the damn mosquitoes. the elders had their usual discussion,
"and the muzzaffarabad bus will also be goin via......"
"......so when you put som much salt, doesnt the entire dish just......"
".....and look at that lady, she has a son in the US earning ........ rupees or dollars is it. i dont remember..."
".....so the match.."
ah yes the match
INDIA: struggling at 80/6, and chasing 320. deep shit man
fortunately there was another tv that had dd1, though blurred, and the room had a workin ac, and comparatively less mosquitoes. it was floddedwith people instead. as wicketsfell,, people went out. i was faithful. i stayed. or maybe, i just cudnt satnd the heat. never realised how time flew. amla and the other gals were at the terrace..chattin. they came in to check the final score. we lost. boo hoo.
now to make matters worse, my mom was like, ok now we're goin to sanghi temple.
mamaaaaaaaaaa!
i'm leavin i told her., why she asked.
i gave her a look that said it all. she was symphathetic. she was like ok, u an leave with khar uncle, he doesnt like temples anyway. hooray for khar uncle. he droped me off at sec bad. took and auto and came back. awwww my precious glasstone and JD LEE, I missed yall sooooo much.
-rishabh
The Sanghi's are a huge industrial family in hyderabad. their empire includes two of the most popular hindi and telugu dailies - vaartha, a polester industries, mills and what nots. They are so rich that they have bought lots of land next to the famed ramoji film city, the area is called sanghi nagar. its just toooo huge. Mr Girish Sanghi is a MP in rajya sabha. he promised the kashmiri samiti of hyderabad that they could hold all their functions and meetings at his farm house. I was unaware of all this, frankly i dont give a damn. not that i hate my community, its that it doesnt matter where the meeting is held, i mean, its a meeting after all. quite dull, boring. people laughing out loud, clearly indicating they didnt follow a word of the joke that was just told to them. Eating the same food, they call it preserving our heritage.
Today was one of those days
frankly speaking i had no intention or interest to go to sanghi nagar, i have ne'er been there b4.
today was navreh. the southies here call it ugadi. whatever. my mom woke me up at 6 am. as i opened me eyes i saw a thali in front of me, with raw rice, a pen on top, some one rupee coins, some kheer and other stuff. it took me a while to understand what the hell was going on.
"chalo rishabh, pray to god for knowledge and yea touch the thali while doing so, and read this mantra"
what the fuck. its six fuckin am in da morn
though my mom isnt all that religious, she just likes to get done with all the formalities of the festivals.
9 am
"rishabh wake up, we're leaving"
what the fuck. its nine fucking am.
twas my dad.
"if yall going, y are u waking me up, btw where are you going"
"we're going to sanghi nagar, and u're coming with us"
"what the....no way man. i'm sleepy..sleepy..sleepy"
" i dont know all this, put on something and come fast"
"kya? abhi to maine nahaya bhi nahi"
"phir jaldi nahao"
"do i have to?"
"rishu, i myself dont want to go there, but u know u r mom is very enthu bout all this, so we have to go"
"man the thinge we do for her"
anyways we left the home at 10. there was a bus waiting. no one had come.
"mama what the hell? where are all the other families."
"they'll come beta. patience"
"mom i have a test day after, i need ta study"
"rishabh it'll only be couple of hours"
"the place is like 40 kms from here mama"
"bas rishabh, now dont complain. be mature"
hhmph.
people started coming at their own time and leisure.
may all of them go to the place in between heaven and hell.
the only compromise was that amla, a kashmiri gal i've known for 10 years had come. she was the only one of my age in the bus. many others decided to reach sanghi nagar at their own time in their vehicles later.
"amla, why did you come today?"
"parent pressure"
ah, we two are so alike .
so we were talkin bout general stuff college, life, hols.
"chalo sab log, antakshari khelenge" i heard some one say.
aw man!
the thing about playin antakshari with elders is you can't sing western songs, coz theu dunt get it, and also coz it includes a ot of swears if ya start singin rap.
so i sang few new numbers. it wasnt all that bad, but it wasnt as interesting as solving TMH either.
after some time i realised we were movin in circles, coz the whole area was so maze like. anyways, we went to all corners of sanghi nagar, finally after an hour of askin people and navigating thro forests, we found, sanghi parkand guesthouses and farmhouse.
man was it fuckin hot. and boy were there so many mosquitoes and flies. i quickly went into the guesthouse. ah there was an AC there. Ah, there was a TV too. i switched it on. a dark blue screen flashed, i chenged the channel, same result, again, again and again.
" rishabh, take a hint"
"umm yeah, i know, screwed up TV"
"there's no cable wire man"
"oh"
went out of the room.
my bro had got his bat and ball with him. good thing . i wasnt bored.bad thing. the ball was plastic. i was playin more of baseball, by jus hookin and pulling the ball, tryin to break the glass of the house. damn u plastic bal. it was so light that the loo (the air not the toilet) was drifting it away from the target.
lunch time. not bad stuf. there was the usual. and the damn mosquitoes. the elders had their usual discussion,
"and the muzzaffarabad bus will also be goin via......"
"......so when you put som much salt, doesnt the entire dish just......"
".....and look at that lady, she has a son in the US earning ........ rupees or dollars is it. i dont remember..."
".....so the match.."
ah yes the match
INDIA: struggling at 80/6, and chasing 320. deep shit man
fortunately there was another tv that had dd1, though blurred, and the room had a workin ac, and comparatively less mosquitoes. it was floddedwith people instead. as wicketsfell,, people went out. i was faithful. i stayed. or maybe, i just cudnt satnd the heat. never realised how time flew. amla and the other gals were at the terrace..chattin. they came in to check the final score. we lost. boo hoo.
now to make matters worse, my mom was like, ok now we're goin to sanghi temple.
mamaaaaaaaaaa!
i'm leavin i told her., why she asked.
i gave her a look that said it all. she was symphathetic. she was like ok, u an leave with khar uncle, he doesnt like temples anyway. hooray for khar uncle. he droped me off at sec bad. took and auto and came back. awwww my precious glasstone and JD LEE, I missed yall sooooo much.
-rishabh
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