Congratulations, Shruthi!

Wedding Bells ring at last!

I had a big surprise waiting in my inbox yesterday. September 14 the auspicious day be! Shruthi and Vivek shall be legally wedded and happily married.. Arranged Marriages rock (at times!), I say and they will be a living example of it!

SOMEBODY I know is getting married at last! Kalyaana Saapadu time, it is but thanks to my stupid mid-terms I cannot go for the wedding! But do not fret, I shall be in Madras soon to bless the two of you.

To the couple.

To Madras.

To a happy marriage.

CHEERS!

Gems.

Tararantara, Hoppee Power.

Yes, I am back again on the insistence of the Girl-below-me (Back off,Perverts!) to blog for approximately 5 devoted readers of this blog of mine. But the point being that this has been one of the lousiest weeks in this ganwaar laa kaleej of mine, right in the middle of nowhere and nothing even remotely interesting has happened. Forget this week, nothing ever happens here. Period.

Nevertheless, we had Mr.Bong-return, the star of this post, giving us gems all week! Mr.Bong-return has a typical bunny-like walk. He literally jumps off the ground with each step and makes it a point to wear his uber cool sunglasses to the mess. He also likes ‘tick-marks’. With the end of every sentence he utters in class, he makes it a point to draw one on the board. If you are in Bong-Return’s class and you are bored ( which I assure you WILL happen), counting the number of ticks is a good past-time apart from sleeping of course!

We had two major tests this week, in Economics and Constitutional Governance, both being subjects I blatantly sleep through in class. Not just me but approximately 75% of my class. So, the day before the test notes were xeroxed, acad-support was being sought and all the usual hullabaloo that comes as a package deal with these continuous assessments! We realised that we knew absolutely N-O-T-H-I-N-G and I had no clue as to even what he has taught us till date. (I still haven’t figured out! He doesn’t teach. End of story.) And yeah well, we decide to ask him for a ‘free class’.

Class : Sir, We want a free class.

Bong-Return (Gives that classic smile of his) : Hahaha, I will teach you for free anyday. Et ees my plasar.

Class : Sir, we meant we want time to study!!!

Bong-Return : You are learners, you study every day in my class, right?

Class : We want to study for tomorrow’s test.

Bong-Return: It is not a Pokhran test for you to put in so much effort. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

I mean- what does one say to something as mind-blowing and intellectually stimulating as THAT!

To top this – he once told us in class that his dad went up. To explain he says – He went up, meaning, not to the first floor up. UP. (Points to the ceiling) and goes Hahahaha.

“I will circulate myself.” – Who says THAT??

Bumpy was shaken awake today in class today and asked to explain the powers and functions of the Governor to the class. Bumpy blabbers his way to glory as usual and Bong-return politely interrupts the loquacious speaker: ” Can you refer article BLAH with article BLAH and article BLAH of the constitution and tell me the position of the Council of Ministers?”

Bumpy: 69,Sir.

I mean, he actually SAID that in front of a whole BLOODY class full of innocent ‘learners’ like me and Bong-Return blinked a couple of times and TOTALLY ignored what he said!

Anyway, is this was the most happening thing this week, you know now that we, at the Ganwaar kaleej, TOTALLY lack a life.

Amen.

P.S. – Anybody who remembers any more lines?

03/09/08

Proxies in Law school is a common ‘problem’. To deter it or to check it. Bong-return in class today:

Bong-return: “Roll Number 007″

007 – Yes.sir.

Bong-Return: Are you sure you are THAT?

007:Sir?

Bong-Return: The number.

Bong Return: Roll Number 123

123: Yes, sir.

Bong-Return: Are you original?

Thus continues the Bong Saga.

She came,She saw, She gave up.

We had our very own hostel raid today. After a chain of unfortunate events of students getting caught with liquor at the main gate, boring Sunday morning becomes eventful at last! I bet Face-pack got bored too and decided to have fun by picking on us and came to randomly check our rooms (She TOTALLY lacks a life, considering she has to study all day and can grant us audience only for an hour everyday). Of course, we got our warning signal from seniors in the ground floor, thanks to Arpita and others. (Muahahaha, not that I had anything to hide! ). It was time for my morning ablution rituals but then, I HAD to wait until she came all the way up here. Why? I SO wanted to see her reaction after seeing 305 and mine.

She walked into *censored*’s room and goes ‘Kya kiya room ko’ ( After she sees piles and piles of clothes, food and books lying scattered all around the place)

305: Kya karoon, Ma’am. Two moots aur four tests. Killer life here, I say. It is so difficult to clean my room with all that work.

Face-pack (Gives a blank look. She can’t digest too much Englees at once) : Oh.

And 305 carries on the conversation to how she got robbed or the like. Don’t remember. Ultimately, she gave up on her and walked to my room. She steps in and her eyes go wide. ‘Yeh kya hai?’ (Pointing at the heater). What does it look like, dope?, Pointing at suitcases in the loft, ‘What’s in it? ‘ Food supply for Nigeria. I mean, what CAN be in the suitcases. Open it and see if you are so damn inquisitive. ‘Can I open your cupboard?’ No, you may only X-Ray vision it. What would do if I said No? Booked me under some section in the stupid rule book? Damn you. And here I was expecting fun. She opens it anyway and gets baffled by the number of clothes, gives up, asks for my room number which is staring right at her anyway.

So much for all the fun!

Arabian Nights

Phew!

After a killer week comprising of a horrible moot and 4 continuous tests, a BREAK! Saturday was a totally vetti day. All I had to do was wake up at 8.35, go give attendance, pretend to watch a play for 5 mins, go breakfast and get back to my room to watch ‘ August Rush’, ‘21′, spend time talking to Kritika, deciding what to wear for the Freshers (theme being Afraz a.k.a Arabian Night’), reading Mills and Boon (Yes! Though I couldn’t get past the first 30 pages of total mush!).

The evening was fun, I volunteered to decorate the venue. We had lanterns made and put them up. Was total fun with Kritz and then the episode where a drunk woman was handling a sober one! Yes, Cute Lil Lady decided to get high on happiness and start telling us about how much she loves teacher knock-out and how loving someone so much leads to a lot of expectation in life and then about how Nerd asked her to fuck off. Lol. Was total fun watching drunk woman console her. And oh yes, the long discussions about the freshers and commendable activities associated with them. (Er, you know what I am talking about!)

A peaceful night to myself later where I attempted to read the M&B again and put myself to sleep.

Sunday Mornings, lazy as usual. Been doing absolutely nothing and loving it. A couplea movies left to watch and A Clockwork Orange awaits to be read!

Weekends…

Sigh!