Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Before leaving 4 The TRIP!
About to embark on a journey - probably my last excursion as a student. Havent done my packing n i hav tonnes of things to get done before leaving tomorrow but somehow ended up here.Guess the last minute packer in me is compeling me to willingly postpone all the zillion things i am supposed to do before i leave.Wil be posting a detailed account of the trip once i get back.Rite now just want to record that all the universe seems conspired to block this trip from happening.Meeting with hurdles at each n every step....Hope everything goes well..
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Kerala Manga's/Monkey's day out
Nov 1st - Kerala day...once again marred by a hartal called by the BJP... Kerala day celebrations at college postponed to Nov 2nd - a more convenient day for everyone. Am not here to express my anguish about the intermittent hartals in the state. Ashamed to admit, but i guess i am one among those shameful mallus who enjoys a hartal. Any day without classes is welcome especially when there is a test due on that day...
So on Nov 2nd our 'self-made-day-for-Kerala-day-celebrations' it is unanimously decided that all of us turn up as Kerala mangas/monkeys(depending on what you wanna call it)...
The preparation....
I hunt the cupboard for my kerala saree which has been dumped somewhere inside the huge pile of clothing after last years kerala day celebration...finally find it crumpled in a corner in the bottom rack...get it dry cleaned...hunt for some matching traditional accessories...don’t find any...decide to do sum mix n match n take out my favorite huge beige chandelier earring that goes with anything n everything...
Raw materials found n ready- Kerala saree with a violet border, ear ring n sandals....
The D'Day
Wake up earlier than usual coz wearing a saree is as complicated as those innumerable pleats on a saree. Am 22 n still haven’t mastered the art of draping it.
I make a big hue n cry n force my mom to help me in wrapping the 6 meter stretch of cloth...even though am not exactly happy with the way my mom wrapped it for me i make do with it, coz i myself don’t know how to accomplish that perfect pleat for my pallu...
Now time for another tantrum show...this time to force my dad to drop me in college coz obviously i cant go in bus wearing a saree...
1st of all there is the constant threat of tripping
2nd of all there is the possibility of hearing lewd remarks frm psychos on the road
n 3rdly i am plain lazy n i badly need a free ride to college...
dad falls for the 2nd threat n agrees to drop me...
In class...
A big majority is dressed up in saree n have come exclusively to show off their saree look.So when the lecturer asks us to take down some notes nobody has either a pen or a piece of parchment coz clearly "m'am we thought there wasn't goin to be any classes today!" If anything our bags are full of lipstick, gloss, mascara n all those necessary ‘lil somethings’ which might come in handy for the photo session we had planned right after the lecturer walked out. Pen n paper were probably the last things we thought of stuffing into our bags before we came to college. Atleast that was the case with me...
As soon as we are free we pounce upon Asha who usually brings her digi cam n as usual this time too her battery is low so we quickly click away to glory in all possible angles before the battery dies out...
The college has organized some special kerala day competitions but we decided to give it a miss n have our own special celebration in a gud restro with gud food...obviously eating as if we have never seen food is one of our specialty.Our usual haunt Cylon Bake House is full on K Day with gals from our college.Guess majority in college prefer spending their K day eating out rather than watching the droll programs in the 'science block gym plaza open air auditorium'...
"Cylon housefull so where next??" Someone comes up with Sanjoe n we decide to head there for lunch.Minu who has brought her car is our official chauffer for the day. 7 females squeeze into her Maruti 800 defying the laws of physics n head for Sanjoe. All the while Minu doubtful whether we would make it to Sanjoe before the car breaks down. But finally we do n the car is still in one piece. Minu heaves a sigh of relief n probably mentally swears never to bring her car to college when there is a function goin on and even if she does bring it for some freakin reason NEVA EVA to offer her class mates a ride..
@ Sanjoe....
Gave the order. And am not disclosing what we ordered coz that might surprise the general assumptions of female eating capacity...trust me when really hungry females can get scary...a long wait for the food to arrive. We pass time by the all - time favorite female activity - gossiping...Eventually the food arrives n ‘operation attack’ is launched...15 mins of silence until we have satisfied our growling tummies and then again another round of gossip till we finally decide t pay the bill n head back to our homes...
So on Nov 2nd our 'self-made-day-for-Kerala-day-celebrations' it is unanimously decided that all of us turn up as Kerala mangas/monkeys(depending on what you wanna call it)...
The preparation....
I hunt the cupboard for my kerala saree which has been dumped somewhere inside the huge pile of clothing after last years kerala day celebration...finally find it crumpled in a corner in the bottom rack...get it dry cleaned...hunt for some matching traditional accessories...don’t find any...decide to do sum mix n match n take out my favorite huge beige chandelier earring that goes with anything n everything...
Raw materials found n ready- Kerala saree with a violet border, ear ring n sandals....
The D'Day
Wake up earlier than usual coz wearing a saree is as complicated as those innumerable pleats on a saree. Am 22 n still haven’t mastered the art of draping it.
I make a big hue n cry n force my mom to help me in wrapping the 6 meter stretch of cloth...even though am not exactly happy with the way my mom wrapped it for me i make do with it, coz i myself don’t know how to accomplish that perfect pleat for my pallu...
Now time for another tantrum show...this time to force my dad to drop me in college coz obviously i cant go in bus wearing a saree...
1st of all there is the constant threat of tripping
2nd of all there is the possibility of hearing lewd remarks frm psychos on the road
n 3rdly i am plain lazy n i badly need a free ride to college...
dad falls for the 2nd threat n agrees to drop me...
In class...
A big majority is dressed up in saree n have come exclusively to show off their saree look.So when the lecturer asks us to take down some notes nobody has either a pen or a piece of parchment coz clearly "m'am we thought there wasn't goin to be any classes today!" If anything our bags are full of lipstick, gloss, mascara n all those necessary ‘lil somethings’ which might come in handy for the photo session we had planned right after the lecturer walked out. Pen n paper were probably the last things we thought of stuffing into our bags before we came to college. Atleast that was the case with me...
As soon as we are free we pounce upon Asha who usually brings her digi cam n as usual this time too her battery is low so we quickly click away to glory in all possible angles before the battery dies out...
The college has organized some special kerala day competitions but we decided to give it a miss n have our own special celebration in a gud restro with gud food...obviously eating as if we have never seen food is one of our specialty.Our usual haunt Cylon Bake House is full on K Day with gals from our college.Guess majority in college prefer spending their K day eating out rather than watching the droll programs in the 'science block gym plaza open air auditorium'...
"Cylon housefull so where next??" Someone comes up with Sanjoe n we decide to head there for lunch.Minu who has brought her car is our official chauffer for the day. 7 females squeeze into her Maruti 800 defying the laws of physics n head for Sanjoe. All the while Minu doubtful whether we would make it to Sanjoe before the car breaks down. But finally we do n the car is still in one piece. Minu heaves a sigh of relief n probably mentally swears never to bring her car to college when there is a function goin on and even if she does bring it for some freakin reason NEVA EVA to offer her class mates a ride..
@ Sanjoe....
Gave the order. And am not disclosing what we ordered coz that might surprise the general assumptions of female eating capacity...trust me when really hungry females can get scary...a long wait for the food to arrive. We pass time by the all - time favorite female activity - gossiping...Eventually the food arrives n ‘operation attack’ is launched...15 mins of silence until we have satisfied our growling tummies and then again another round of gossip till we finally decide t pay the bill n head back to our homes...
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