Random repetitive post about how I should be studying, but am obviously not.

Me: “I’m bored.  Ki je kori?”

Vicky: “Shomoy pachho, porte bosho. Pore ei shomoy er jonno je tumi koto ki korbe. Ei shomoy aar kokhono fire pabe na. Shomoy aar shomudro, karor jonno opekhha kore na. Mone rekho.”

Translation:

Me: I'm bored. What do I do?
Vicky: You're getting time, go study. Later, you'll do goodness knows what to get this time. You will not get this time back. Time and tide wait for none. Remember.

I wish I’d listened.

It would have made no difference though, really.

I still would’ve started studying with four days left to go.

I really really should study.

Even while I type this out, I am wasting time.

I’ll study for my Part 2.

No shirking.

And I’ll do so well, I’ll shock everyone.

I promise.

No, really.

Gah.

Pre-Exam Rant

"Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
One without a permanent scar
And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself."
                                                         --Train
                                                             'Drops of Jupiter'


Yes, I realize exams are in two weeks.


You, stop asking me if I'm done revising.
Because no, I'm not.
I haven't even finished studying.
Who am I kidding..?
I haven't really even started.


You, stop making every poem about unrequited love.


You, stop asking me which ages I'm studying.
What you study isn't dependent on what I study, and vice versa.
So stop talking unnecessarily.


Stop calling.
If you have something to ask, text.
I reply to every text, while I don't answer every call.


You, stop saying you're not studying.
I know you've been studying like crazy while the rest of us have been loafing around.


All those mentioned above, you know who You are.
*penetrating glare*


I should study now.
And I am going to.
Promise.
I will.

Time Pass

Classes these days, the few that do take place, are boring.
Philology, which goes without saying, just IS.
And Scansion is boring, because...well, I can’t do it.

My question is, why anyone would need to study either of them. No one is going to be asked to scan a passage, in any corner of the world, or discuss the Greek, Latin, French or whatever other country’s influence on the English language, unless you’re planning to teach them to unsuspecting students.

Right now, I’m trying/pretending to study, which basically means there’s a couple of Google tabs open. But all I can think about is a bunch of things I really want to do.

I want to go to New Market and shop, for ribbons, lingerie, food and clothes.

I want to be a pro at 29.

I want to go to Princep Ghat and just hang out.

I want to go sit on a beach, with my hair open, the sand under me, and feel the water lapping at my toes.

I want to ride a bike, a really fast one, and feel the wind in my face.

I want to roam around Park Street at 2am in the night.

I want to stick my head outside a car window, and leave my tongue hanging out like a dog.

I want to stop thinking about that one guy, and just figure out whether I like him or not.

I want to be tall, and have bigger feet, and to not fit into clothes from the kids section.

I want to have enough money to buy all the books I want.

And the time to read them.

I want to learn to figure skate, and to ballroom dance.

I want to climb a tree again, and sit on a branch, while I dangle my legs.

I want to stand in the rain and dance.

I want to be as pretty as Leighton Meester.

I want to eat all I want, and not worry about growing fat.

I want classmates I can talk to.

I want to be able to write as well as my friends.

I want to stop feeling so goddamned lonely all the time.

I have exams in two weeks.

I will go study now.

Give Peace a Chance

"People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?"
                          --Black Eyed Peas
                            'Where is the Love?'






Elections just got over, and the fights still haven't stopped.
The college seems dead, because no one's coming for fear of being beaten up.
One of them started it, so the other must end it.
Lies, threats, and fists.
Throw them all around.
For what..?


The blast in Pune.
Kids like you and me killed, doing what we do.
Could've been me, could've been you.


The jawans too, killed in Bengal.
For no reason.


Instead of having cookie cutter beauty queens telling us we should work for world peace, let's try telling ourselves.
And doing it.


Its time we realised.
We create the world we live in.

Loose Ends

“Oh I really wanted that thing
I just want to sing
I love you baby
Won't you bring
All the flowers you
Find out in the garden
Don't tell me the truth
That your heart has hardened.”

                                    --Mirah

                                       “The Garden”

So, this friend of mine started dating this guy a couple of days ago. A couple of them hooked up four months ago, and two months ago respectively. Another has had six boyfriends in the six months that I’ve known her. And this other girl…screw this.

What I mean is, quite a few of my friends have started dating.

What’s the one thing that is common to all of them..?

They’re all in love.

The mushy type, where they go all googly eyed, and start passing lame ass cheesy comments, then start turning up w/ hickeys after going missing for quite a certain period of time.

I mean, I get it. You’re 19, and you have needs.

Or possibly, enough sexual energy to power a small Midwestern town.

Get it out.

I also want to be in love.

The actual thing.

Say “I love You” and mean it.

Contrary to the beliefs of a couple of friends, I don’t need a fling. I can do w/out one.

This is why I shouldn’t read romance novels.

:|

And I want erokom Love Story. Booth-Brennan type.

I like couples that leave everyone guessing.

*sighs*

Cookies and Ice cream anyone..?

Jailhouse Rock...Not

“The warden threw a party in the county jail.

The prison band was there and they began to wail.

The band was jumpin' and the joint began to swing.

You should've heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.

Let's rock, everybody, let's rock.

Everybody in the whole cell block 

Was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.”

                                       -Elvis Presley

                                        'Jailhouse Rock'

I love my college. I really do.

We aren’t groped at in search of bombs.

*I’m sorry, but my jeans were really tight, so I’m pretty sure you could see there was nothing in there.

You didn’t have to put your hands everywhere. Airport security could learn a thing or two from you guys.*

My chocolates stay w/ me.

My friends are allowed to keep their deodorants. 

Stuff is sold at MRP rates.

We’re allowed to smoke on campus.

Hell, they sell cigarettes in our canteen.

We can also drink and smoke up.

When boys that make gravy do their thing, we know how to react.

Especially when they looked as hot as they did.

We have better eye candy.

We have the best goggies on campus, w/ competition from my other pseudo college.

I love them too.

P.S. No offence to the Jailed ones though.

I love them a lot.

I'm Fine..

Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
All the world is waiting for the sun..

Is it you I want,
Or just the notion
Of a heart to wrap around so I can find my way around..

Safe to say from here,
Your getting closer now,
We are never sad cause we are not allowed to be..
                                                                 --Breaking Benjamin
                                                                    "Rain"


For the first time since I can remember, I hate the rain. It feels like it's beating down on me and just yelling at me to break down. In fact, I'm so tired right now that I don't even feel like typing. But I will.


Because I'm Fine. 
If I keep telling myself that all the time, I will be.
Because that's how it works.
Because I can't Cry. 
Because I'm Strong.
Because I have people to take care of.
Because I'm Fine.


But what if I need you, baby,
Would you even try to save me..?
Or would you find a lame excuse to never be true..
What if I said I loved you,
Would you be the one to run to..?
Or would you watch me walk away without a fight..?
                                                              --Ashley Tisdale
                                                                "What If"

Every time..

Every new beginning,
comes from some beginnings end.

Every time you kill me,
I am born again.

Every time you close that door,
Another door is opened.

And every time you say goodbye,
a different word is spoken.

Every time you look at me
my back is facing you,

And every time you ask to see me
I'll have something else to do.

Every time I join your game,
You're not playing fair,

And every time I really love you,
I pretend that I don't care.

Presi's Poshus..

Presidency College is an extremely interesting observational ground..this I have observed in the past few weeks that I have been here. I never really expected to make it to this college, but since I did, I figured its best if I made the most out of my time here. Coming back to my point-- Presi gives me a lot to write about..

I shall start with the dogs here..

there's too many of them. There's one in Pramod Da's canteen and his name is 'Goopy' which is pronounced 'Goop-ey'.. Goopy is an extremely weird dog who rarely ever moves..except when one of us has tiffin *yes, some of our classmates still get tiffin* Goopy comes out of his stupor to finish off the rooti-bhendir torkari..

Another dog, or better, another bitch, has recently given birth to puppies *duh*.. These puppies are really cute and the girls at Presi are always seen with these puppies..though their bitch of a mom is never there.

These puppies have turned into a bit of a threat for the boys of our college since the girls spend more time with them than with the boys. Everybody should take very good note of the pup with the open mouth-- one of the girls in my class, who is the most adorable 'poshu' that Presidency has, commented "He shall be the conqueror." We didnt really investigate whether the 'conqueror' is a He or a She..but based on the extreme uncouth way he's yawning we just took it for granted the conqueror is a 'He'..

*no offence meant to the males*

Speaking of Presi's poshus, I cannot possibly leave out the one I have mentioned earlier. She is, undeniably, the most lovable poshu I, or anyone for that matter, will ever hope to come across. With her caustic wit and an absolutely infectious smile she gives us one-liners that could put some of the best creative minds to shame. Following are excerpts from our conversations:

Me: We don't necessarily HAVE to vote, do we..?

Person 1: I guess not.. You could just go in and do an inki-pinki-ponki thingy na..?

Person 2: But what if you vote for the wrong party? One that does nothing..?

Her: Ekhane shob party i ek..keu chokh maare, toh keu lok maare.

Prof: *very boring lecture*

Her: Oof ki hoyeche? Sir er ki chai? Aami bolchi Sir er biye dite hobe, chol chanda tuli..

Person 3: Pritam used to be in this college, you know?

Person 2: The music composer?

Person 4: You mean music chor.

Her: Pritam.. you should call him Preety-Aam..

Person 4: You like that guy na?

Me: No. Either way he's got a girlfriend. The dude's taken.

Her: So what if he's taken.? Take him again.

Person 5: Amar nail polish ta kemon bol na?

Her: Joma rokto te haath dobale je rokom dekhte hoy.

Her: Aaj amar khub dukhho..purono flame jege uthechhe.

Her future life decisions include marriage plans after three years.
And a small tea shack where 'aantel' people come for tea, and intellectual discussions, which she will listen to, while making tea.
And a beauty parlour, duly named 'Mona Lisa Booty Parlour.'

Intriguing..

Yet totally adorable.