Indian Corner House

R: where the hell are you Tij?
T: My COUSIN is online and I cant use e-Buddy here to chat with him. So I will come lil later.
grumble mumble ...
A: Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii welcome back nikhil...
How was ure trip and the places you went to? how was new years? yaa we had lot of fun!!!
shhhhh... !!!
hugs and shakes, initial excitement of somebody new and resume staring at wall, computer, blank. Typing. . .
L: HEY!! look at this!!! say cheese!!! (panner) Fish eye view is boring! see see I am God!
I now look like an alien from outter space!
R: this is funny man..
har har har haw haw haw...
turns and smiles, nods head. kids!!! (MA students doesnt mean crap!:)
A: that picture looks like you are in spl ed!!
L: Come here I will take your picture!
A: you mad I already look like a clown and u want me to take a picture like standing in front of those circus mirrors.
R: ha ha ha... (does nothin else and does this pretty well, experince, which tij doesnt want:-)
sheesh! this is no awite yea... too muc noise yea... i am takin ma jacke and leavin...
Slowly the crowd in the library disperse as the noise inthe Indian corner increases!!!
T: I was chattin with Ms. Meow! she has a boy frnd man! sheesh every door I go to seems to be closed!!!
A: probably in Glasgow!!!
ha ha ha he he he.. hey man don remind me yaar...
punks pass by wondering what the hell is up... righ righ...!
N: we should go to scotland or switzerland!
A&R: i wanto go to paris, maybe the vatican city... da vinci ...!!! we went on a trip right now for free :-)

we should like go through a tours that will work out cheaper
what about accomodation?
naa my brother and sister slept in churches, got thrown out of them and they basically had an amzing adventure...
ooo we could sleep in a barn.
even if pig pees on me...
nnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh on the HAY yaar...
its only 67pounds shall i book it now???
c'mon yaaar .. wha the hellluh!
all of you stop dreaming and start getting ready to study. . .
*groan groan groan*
april the pictures of the trip will be uploaded.. till then
ciao

our silence in chattering prevails!!!

Live in to die(today with accent)

The joke "We were in love and then we met" is very true.
If ever you want to dump ure boy friend or girl friend please live with them.

No more comments.

Nothing to do with love

I am just happy for no reason at all. I am smiling and smiling to myself. I think I have suddenly found myself more amuzing than before. This is like taking the whole love yourself and also love thy neighbour(he is a taiiiiiwaaanneessseee.. not a better effect than the japanese!! guys too ;-) a wee bit too far!!!

The previous phase thing as someone actually said DID pass by! Not bad when certain things which are intangible and based on faith and belief come true once in awhile atleast. They all do waver at times but the greater force of self preservation always wins.

Aaah I had nice dinner in tasty lahore place and walked back with the thought of the world still moving with respect to the most beautiful moon in the clear sky!
I remembered one of the songs that unni used to sing which I love. . . and I got full inspiration to keep the heading of my blog as you can see it now...
Amuzingggg!!!

ONO
(Over 'n' Out - maaroed from a frnd!!!)

Pangs

I was on my own now. I did not miss home and I accepted the fact that I might one day. I still do not feel the need or want to get back to the life I once had. I never could actually say honestly that I missed anyone from India. Not my mother. Ofcourse you miss people in general cause they were fitted in the jig saw routine in your life. Probably I will miss walking in to the room and find shashank on his computer.

You miss people because you are completely on your own in an unknown land. I must say I think I adapted quite fast. I used to hate(not like walkin. I was used to having my bike running around for me) walking and now I don't mind. And its not about the non-existance of another mode of transport or money saving or anyother reason but that I like it now... I also cant personally accept the fact that I can be so stiff??? that word doesnt even begin to describe the way I feel. I mean I have lived with my mother my entire life and I cant merely shrug it off by saying that she was one of the pieces in a game that I needed at that point in my life. None of them for that matter.

I had a dream last night. My mother told me that I had become very fat and a lot of static in between. In the end I did wake up from my sleep to find that I was on my side of the bed in Bangalore, facing the horse rack (as my mother calls it) which is always filled with clothes used, not used washed and dirty(cause of me, obviously!) and I was elated. I could feel the happiness. I have felt like that just one time in my life before and I know the difference. I was so happy that I opened my eyes and found myself staring at a white wall so close to my face that it wasnt any place for the horse rack.

I turned around and saw the heap on Shashank's bed soon stopped by another white wall.
I am searching for faces. Sheets. . .

Common Things beside the Room

Now where do I start about this group? I think we are the "fun" bit in collective word dysFUNctional!!! For starters we meet in the common room! tv distracts the table tennnis game and food brings us together (other than that we all try and tire out rahul in that game but no score!!!)

The whole lot of us that adores the words that flow out of Tij's mouth have kinda pushed it too far by trying silently yet desparetly to take the crown of PJ king! Burger king atleast would have filled our stomach!(Mac D anyone?) he he he

Chef Queen and Sef Sasank(shailee and susie have gone home for christmas) are like the next in line! they make the cake and eat it too... :-) they feed the tired souls who could finish a horse if they dint love horses or are vegetarian!

I am tryin to describe the others and I realise that one year is just not enough! anyway ...
The white "old watchman's cap" and the voice behind it (and not to forget the unstoppable laugh! and i thought i was bad!!) he has a freakishly long lasting stamina to play tt (boost? ever ready battery? whaaaa???)

Pavithra and Lax (who doesnt like the X in his name only factor in his attitude!) dances well but doesnt wanto accept it. Somebody present him a mirror! and its not ballet!!! ;-) ure reputation is not damaged) complete the tamil (mahila?- remember the barn dance gender-bender confusion???) society! one who speaks Shutha palakaatu tamil, one who tries and one who has had enough of it(i think!)!!! ;-)
and ofcourse me... i am waiting for someone to write abt me now in their blog! ;-)

Adios!

In da hous

tra la la
hum hum da dum... doce do with your partner! mmmm la la laa the lead couple criss cross!

after a rather tiring one hour of barn dancing and smiling for pictures endlessly the rising devils took off from west harrow in the dream of catching a bite in taste of lahore, no chennai dosa, no taste of lahore its near, no west harrow restraunts are nearer cuz we are after all in west harrow, no wembley central chennai dosa. Chennai dosa it is.

Dint touch in had to touch out. Wrong wrong. it was suppose to be free after 9.30 blooodddy hell. I am not gonna lose the maximum fare on the day when i thought it will be free. Northwick park. Home so near yet so far. Comfort vs the harsh cold emptiness of the growling stomach that can be calmed right beyond that border. those doors. open open open. . .

back to the station west harrow. Touch and go! go to find some punks had jumped out of the tube and pissed the driver. stuck again. Police walk in and walk out. we finally get to Northwick park again. Same feeling of gravity. I resisted it. This is a fight and I bloody well needed to win. Doesnt mean that i need to talk my way thru it. silence.

yenna kovamma? ille dah, pasee hmmm... chocolate coated bread! crisps never caught the taste buds in my tongue, good one less fatty substance that was the last time I was gonna have chocolate. Resolution. dont want to talk about it. they dissolve in importance. like many things in life.

singing in the tube, Sliding Priya, yelling japanese, jumping tubes, half the stations closed. time running out,
countdown became our step.
step 1 : 10
step 2 : 9
...........

step 9 : 2
Happy new year. The moment passed, whizzed us by! the minute travelled slowly in a millisecond.
It always happens. Never there when you really need.

What am I doing here in London without being in India with my family?
-- I would have been watchin a movie on tv.
Are you cryin?
-- No. this is perfect night ... lights and water with the buzz of fireworks.
You know what? I am not thinking anything right now! My head is blank, white sheet. Nothing lasts forever!
-- how can that be? gimme one year. No a lifetime and I will show you forever.
but you are right my mind is blank as well.
how can that be? is he missing anyone from back home? I am not. thats somethin in his head! how can that be?

then came the cream that tops the whole desert of an experience. songs with guitar! rahul his voice is like heaven! croon swoon and sway till someone dropped to fall asleep.
I forced people to stay awake for the sunrise
beautiful sky... I wanto pee!!!
uff... jus another year!
Cheers!

Pasta

I want to eat vengaya sambhar!!!
boy the things you miss when ure away from home!!!
take tamarind and squeeze it with water to get puli thanni... yeah right finding the ingredients in london is so easy! co co nut 2-3 pounds... in simpler terms 270bucks... take a hike. . .

one pasta coming up!!!