The day hath come....

A long break between posts suggests a long term of nothingness; you guessed it right, Diwali holidays. pfrrr!!! :p

So we are in 12th and we just whiled away 20 awesome days doing nothing. and my conscience, both inside and outside, (and outside means my mom, jai) do not let me enjoy this time, staining it with guilt. that's what holidays are, guilt machines, boredom manufacturers, laziness producers.... and a whole list of things i would like to call them, except this blog is not exclusive :p

And now that i am almost done with my routine of complaining about holidays just as they come to an end, the day is coming, when i get back to college. its an amazing feeling, you know. college lines up activities for you like nothing else does! Come tuesday, and my life is going to change. there's college, there's math class, there's KCMUN, and then there's prelims... and other stuff you'll know about pretty soon!*wink*

I'm going to meet my college friends after 20 freakin' days, show off my new hairstyle, bag and shoes; then i'm gonna come back to normal and laugh loudly enough in the trains to make the other ladies wonder how life would have been had they just waited a minute or two more and caught another train!!! (sanjana and manali would vouch for that. maddie, however, is a darling so she won't :p) Aww how i miss it!!!!

Can't wait, can it? the day, indeed, hath (to) come! and i'm not so good at archaic english, so i'm assuming 'hath' means 'has'....:p

Fruit Power!

After quite a long gap it has been, I am writing, and this time, it is a post about my experiences with the speciality food of Mahabaleshwar, a hill-station in Maharashtra I visited very recently. And by speciality food, here, I mean to refer to the kind of food Mahabaleshwar tops in—fruit products.

When you are in Maharashtra, you think of strawberries when you think of Mahabaleshwar. While it is true by all means that I enjoyed eating ‘strawberry-and-cream’—a local concoction consisting of strawberries—albeit frozen this time of the year—(“off-season,” the seller complained), strawberry ice-cream, fresh cream and strawberry syrup (which I guessed was artificial),  what came to me as a surprise was the part including mulberries. Two things that I knew before about mulberries included the fact that silk-worm rearing is done usually on mulberry trees, and that ‘the mulberry bush’ featured in a nursery rhyme I recited in nursery school, and I did NOT know how they looked (and I thus mistook them at first for grapefruit). Nevertheless, what matters is that they taste great, and leave behind an almost indelible magenta juice.

A raw mulberry

I also visited a jams-jellies-preserves factory outlet, Mala’s, where they offered free tastings of almost every crush (in milk) they had on sale. While I tasted only strawberry and butterscotch (my sister and I regret not having tasted more) and they did not have saffron, I loved butterscotch—it had grated apple, and tasted yum. Practically every bottle of crush of every flavour on sale there had fruit pieces in it, not like ground-and-got-done-with-it. Their fudges were very good (I hadn’t tasted good fudges at all before, for refrigeration—and I have warned my aunt against it—kills fudges).

If you have an uh, well, not a sweet tooth, but a fruit-tooth, you know what is that place you would want to head to. Happy fruiting!

The Liquid Horizon...

My jeans rolled up to my knees,
my hair,entangled from the salty wind
i stepped into the sea,
the vast, never-ending sea,
and gazed at
the liquid horizon...

I couldn't feel the sand
weaving itself in and out of my toes
with the salty water;
nor could I sympathise
with the little crab
peeping out of its shell
for the hope of a new life
just to be washed ashore
again, and again...

I couldn't admire
the Orange Sun,
cut in half by the horizon
and dissolved by the ripples
and reflected by the waves;
nor could I appreciate
the calm, the quiet
gushing of the waves,
sound of the ocean...

It was just me and the sea;
as i watched
the water disappearing at the end,
only to ride on the waves,
back to me
and then again, receding
to the Heart of the Ocean;

And then I looked at the sea
and the sea looked back at me
and then, another salty drop of water
that came from my heart
fell on the sea
and the loyal sea
gulped it in a second
and carried it away
to the Heart of the Ocean;

Hiding from me, my own grief
theiving from me my own guilt
and drowning the deafening noise inside me,
with its deafening silence
the sea comforted me...

And as the cool wind dried
the path of the tear
on my face;
you came and stood
by my side
gazing, also, at the liquid horizon...
not oblivious to the fact
that the boundless ocean
had been joined by another drop;

and then your hand took mine
And suddenly the sun was meaningless,
the waves were weak,
and the Heart of the Ocean
was heartless;

Only the sea stood to witness
that which no one else did
binding my feet to yours in water
and weaving sand through both our toes;
that which was intertwined
grew, and grew more
into what
made everything
alright...

-shruti

Of French songs, French gymnastics, French fashion, French food...and French guys...*sigh*

4 years ago i took up a whole new language to study, and i thought a lot about it. Its been amazing to study that, and to see our prof making duck-like faces while talking (yes i imitate her, jai, but she actually looks like a duck). And since then, today was by far the best experience I have ever had. dot.

I remember when I was in school, my teacher,on 14th July, after her entire lecture mentioned in passing, that it was the French national day. It never occurred to anyone how much fun it would be to actually celebrate it.

However, xaviers rocks, so or French profs put together this little event, today,a week after 14th July. We sang champs-elysees, premier baiser; people did gymnastics, and a little version of the French fashion week. We had a little skit and a quiz on France too. And some food; croissants, and gateau au chocolat, biscuits and some chips du pomme de terre... just a little presentation for about 50 minutes. (and we did manage it too)

Coincidence (or as i like to call it, universe's most meticulously planned phenomenon): there happened to be a bunch of French exchange students in my college foyer, who were in Mumbai just for the morning, and leaving for Chennai by train at 2. We interacted with them, and begged our profs to let us invite them. And they really enjoyed it.

Thats what learning a language is about isn't it? You learn the culture as well. I'm so glad I took French.

P.S. Its true what they say; French guys are HOT!!! ;-)

The Busy Bee drops in every once in a while...

How awesome is being busy? perhaps as pathetic being not busy is. And my blogs have borne the brunt of both extremities of my life in the past year. Thats right, I have been blogging for a year...

Its like a cycle, I realized. I get bored, i blog about being bored, about it being increasingly monotonous, and then i get busy! And then as if all of a sudden, I am too busy to enter my blog, and even if i do, too tired to actually blog... There is a lot to write about, but it is just too hard to select something to write on.

There has been so much going on in life; college has begun, and with quite a flare, i must say. And my lucky streak! The first 2 weeks of college were so eventful, its hard to believe its been only a month since it started off! My cousin moved in to town, and i discovered how close we would have actually been if he'd moved in before! And my birthday came and went by, without so much as a whisper to my blogs. It was great, we had a good time, but beyond that, whats there to write about?

Malhar work has begun, and between lectures, auditions, preparations, math classes (and a few feuds with friends here and there) life has been exhausting. Perhaps one of the reasons I am sitting here, with my laptop, very sick, instead of going to college which is so much more fun!

And then there was the day i went completely goth over my grief of Harry Potter coming to an end. It was quite emotional, and all my friends wondered if I'd fallen down and hit my head or something.

And so much more! Life is such a roller coaster ride, and right now i'm sitting all buckled up, hoping for more loops-a-hoop!

cheers =)

top 10 things that i CAN'T believe

There are a lot of things that i can't believe. Here are the 10 biggest and right-on-top-of-my-mind ones:

1. That college has started already. You might have thought i would have gotten over THAT while i took the horrible rides in the second class compartments.

2. That the first week is taking ages to get over, while my weekly pocket money is completely out!

3. That it ever used to be scorchingly hot (talk about 2 weeks ago!)

4. That I sweat more in college now that rains have started, while I complained of it being so completely hot just a few days ago. Like when i was complaining the universe said "Wait for it...!"

5. That Malhar is 2 months later, and we are already crashing over adrenaline rushes and deadlines.

6. That SYJC means essentially the 'last year in whichever junior college you are, no matter how awesome it is'. AND that SYJC is already here!

7. That this week has been so full of things, I'm already wishing for a holiday. AND that the week has STILL not gottn over yet!

8. That my brother is still the best person in the world... (AND i thought i might have gotten over it about 16 years ago, but i haven't)

9. That my mom FINALLY got her first white hair! (Its about time u started not looking like my sister, mom!)

10. That JUNE is finally upon us! *winks*

Things i just can't believe. Happens, though; part of life!

Of blogsters and boredom

     So, Joy tells me to 'write something about boredom'. I'm like 'wha-?'. And before I could give a satisfactory (not necessarily positive) reply, he hung up. Now I am left with an answer there is no use of giving and a task-writing something about boredom.
     So I've been sitting staring at my computer screen, too bored to think of something to write. Personally, I think the whole idea of 'bored people writing about boredom' is pretty crazy. It's almost like looking in the mirror and introducing you to yourself. Don't you make that face! I'm telling ya, it makes sense. It makes complete sense to jobless people who spend their day either watching TV, or on facebook, or reading books, or all of that!
     Nonetheless, I cannot praise myself enough for coming up with ingenious ways of killing time. In the summer that was, I have learnt how to dance freestyle without looking foolish, I have learnt how NOT to bake cakes, I have learnt how to write with my right hand (I am doing considerably well), and most of all, I have learnt that all you need is a little crazy imagination to spice up your day!
     With this little piece of advice, I, the bored girl, sign off. Oh, wait! Not before I say something I've been wanting to say ever since Joy told me to write this- That boredom is imminent in such lousy vacations, is completely fathomable. But hey, when you have blogsters (MY word!!!!) like Joy and Shutti, boredom at eat.sing.enjoy.LIVE is out of question!
Ciao!

bored? hell yeeah, I am!!!

Damn straight. I am bored. End of story.

How bored can you possibly be? You could be bored to the point where you have a lot to do, but you just don't feel like doing any of them; and even if that is interpreted as laziness, it makes you bored of life, nevertheless!

You could be bored to the point where you seriously have nothing to do, and you are craving for something, anything to do.

You could also be bored to the point where you have nothing to do, but you wouldn't do anything even if someone begged you to. Like having the cake and eating it too. But I don't see anything wrong with that. After all, what's the whole point of having a cake if you cannot eat it?

Fact is, boredom has no limits. Its either that, or boredom has the quality of sprouting new limits just when everyone thought they had reached it.

Either ways, its poor SYJC'ians who are suffering bad this summer. Because not only are we bored, we have to study. And I am talking hard-core classes.I am still in a better place, tough, because I am in a field that strikes a balance between studies and fun. But my heart reaches out to the round-the-clock-studying-their-eyes-out-texting-by-night-never-seem-to-be-free-to-go-out-with-friends-or-enjoy-life-in-any-way sciencies. Poor dears *evil grin*

Yeah, life is miserable. I can't believe I'd longed for summer vacations once upon the time. 'Cause as it turns out, bubbles like those burst in no time. Even though summer's not really bad as my jobless hands made it out to be, I just can't wait for college to start already!

=)

Boredom

So, this time, we have a 'theme' on our minds. All the three of us are hopefully writing about boredom, and the ennui that, irrespective of everything else, follows.

When was the last time you wanted to write a word as short as 'last' and you ended up writing 'lastestestestestestestest...' because you didn't have anything better to do?

Boredom is the feeling that you might as well be doing something else worthwhile, but what that something is, feels like a mystery.

I am not writing anymore. Bored. : /

Of Customising And कष्टदायक.

I spent a busy afternoon talking to my friend. And busy, because that friend writes a blog too. And you might as well be pleased to know that she is the same Shutti (cum Tutti-fruity) I told you about. I was supposed to look at her personal blog and ours, like a common third party would..

"Does this look good?"
"Be honest, Joy."
"How must it be named?"

Customising a blog may be as much fun as making and writing on one, but when you get into the nitty-gritties of how things are supposed to be, it gets confusing. And tiresome. And jobless though I am, I am obviously tired, getting tired of boredom.

And Maths.

But it becomes all worthy of our time when we see the result becoming a success before our eyes. Well, I guess, the कष्टदायकness of it starts reducing after a period of time. :)