Friendshp day! Not that I really need a special day to celebrate friendship..but here's a list of al d gr8 times we had over d last 5.5 yrs! Hope u al remember them as fondly as I do...
1) D creation of BBC..early morning Patho lect in 3rd last row..individual titles and responsibilites delegated in the afternoon FMT lecture...d BBC dictionary, d wierd glossary, d wacky acronyms (ABCD/ LOVE) and our own code language..Psst..
2) The constant leg-pullings, d pathetic pairing ups, d constant punnings and d self-obsession and gossip sessions in d outer section second last corner table :-)
3)D Holi visit to my place..d ball-dancing,d hogging and appreciation of my Mom's culinary skills
4) Late-nite ophthal lectures..less studies, more an opportunity to hang out and for time pass
5) Lunch in KD...last item of d day..mixing up al sabjis wid Sambhavi's universal rice and eating d pan-Indian Khichdi
6) Sundae treat in Dean's lawn :-)
7) D flaring-up of tempers(on my side),ur jokes at my expense d fights, d sulks :-(
8) Gosumag...d making, d cursing, d late nights and driving d printer aunty crazy
9) D Ortho practise session at my place, d final yr practical revisions and d mugging up of all d std and our self-created formats
10) My moans, ur teasings, d anxiety b4 and d celebration after results :-)
11) D visits to sambhavi's place..yummy south Indian food, d movies, d games, etc
12) Shweta n Khushboo for putting up wid me and yet remaining sane and not hating me :-) Thanx for d bday wishes, for al d support especially in internship, thanx for ur acceptance and concern.
13) Shweta..also for all d late night calls, d soul-searching and for sisterly/motherly grandmotherly advice and outlook and insight into my life and others'.
14) Divya... for being such an inspiration, ur sheer brillance and good nature.
15) Varsha..for being d most transparent and genuine person i've met till date
16) Surabhi...for your pearls of wisdom, ur dress sense: owners' pride and neighbours' envy, for being such a dear dear friend
17) Sambhavi..for just being Sam..d one and only...no one can ever take your place in my life...
18) Saumya..for your smile, your sense of humour,sum1 who was closest to me in terms of upbringing,attitude,behenjiness-cum-bitchiness, temparement and moodiness... only u evolved better than me in d 51/2 yrs... :-)
19) Internship..finally learnt to carve our own ways, forge our own paths, seperate out but the memories remain...to be cherished forever.. Thanx for making me a part of your lives..God bless u..
20) D only thing we really missed out was going a trip on our own to sum place...lets hope we can take time from our disparate schedules and do this sum time in d future...looking forward to it and to meeting all of you once again...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Monsoon Magic in Mumbai
Monsoon is definitely the best time to be in Mumbai...especially the transition period between the hot and humid summer (when sweat beads stick to you like wax pellets) and the actual onslaught of heavy, non-stop, pouring rains with the immense water-logging and the incessant cursing and swearing.
The initial build-up and the actual advent of the first rains in Mumbai is so magical and beautiful that it's easy to forget you are in Slumbai and not Mumbai:-)
The clouds darken, the skies lighten, the breeze feels cooler...
The dust seems lazier, beaten to the ground by the relentless summer
The musty smell of wet earth carries through the air, overwhelms you...
overpowers you and then you are left with the palpable sense of anticipation...
The eager countdown waiting for the first drops to fall...
Suddenly, the skies open up, the south west wind blows through, the water-laden clouds give way to yield the slow and steady pitter-patter of raindrops: initially beating a gentle tempo and then quickly changing to a steady, rapid and unending drumming on the face of Mumbai...
Your umbrella quails helplessly and the windcheater bellows out futilely while your jeans get wet,smirched and muddied...
You rush to the nearest shelter and then a quick dart out to catch the first bus/train that you see...
You edge away from the window seats or struggle to slam the windows shut while dodging those sharp needles of rain pricking your face...
You walk on the edge of the road making Olympain jumps to clear the muddy puddles and at the same time avoid being splashed upon by all the speeding motorists...
And just when your mood is about to sour, the rains stop without any warning, a sudden departure, an abrupt closure, leaving the city sparkling clean and the people asking for once more...
Take a bow Rain till we meet again...Mumbai awaits you for an encore.
The initial build-up and the actual advent of the first rains in Mumbai is so magical and beautiful that it's easy to forget you are in Slumbai and not Mumbai:-)
The clouds darken, the skies lighten, the breeze feels cooler...
The dust seems lazier, beaten to the ground by the relentless summer
The musty smell of wet earth carries through the air, overwhelms you...
overpowers you and then you are left with the palpable sense of anticipation...
The eager countdown waiting for the first drops to fall...
Suddenly, the skies open up, the south west wind blows through, the water-laden clouds give way to yield the slow and steady pitter-patter of raindrops: initially beating a gentle tempo and then quickly changing to a steady, rapid and unending drumming on the face of Mumbai...
Your umbrella quails helplessly and the windcheater bellows out futilely while your jeans get wet,smirched and muddied...
You rush to the nearest shelter and then a quick dart out to catch the first bus/train that you see...
You edge away from the window seats or struggle to slam the windows shut while dodging those sharp needles of rain pricking your face...
You walk on the edge of the road making Olympain jumps to clear the muddy puddles and at the same time avoid being splashed upon by all the speeding motorists...
And just when your mood is about to sour, the rains stop without any warning, a sudden departure, an abrupt closure, leaving the city sparkling clean and the people asking for once more...
Take a bow Rain till we meet again...Mumbai awaits you for an encore.
Monday, May 10, 2010
STATUS UPDATE ( if any1 is interested)
I know there's something seriously wrong with me and/or wid d sex ratio in India when there r more guys than girls scrapping me...:-( where r all d females of d species!!! Seriously missing my gal-friends of GS.
Anyway jokes apart, a week older in LTMMC radio and feeling very wet behind d ears! Have a long way to go but the branch is really very interesting!
No calls yet so life's easy till another 7 days. Will probably start feeling like a true houseman from next Monday onwards. Have managed to survive a week without a relapse of my foot-in-mouth syndrome.
Canteen is cool...always bumping into a couple of batchmates every afternoon-yet to eat alone without a single GSite for company... But d best fun is reserved for when all us radio housemen get free at the same time! As usual i'm d victim of ribbing/leg-pulling :-)
AC is too cool literally...but sooner or later may end up wid d name tag of 'Snuffles' if not careful :-(
Thats all for now. Tc for those who bothered to read this... Cya :-)
Anyway jokes apart, a week older in LTMMC radio and feeling very wet behind d ears! Have a long way to go but the branch is really very interesting!
No calls yet so life's easy till another 7 days. Will probably start feeling like a true houseman from next Monday onwards. Have managed to survive a week without a relapse of my foot-in-mouth syndrome.
Canteen is cool...always bumping into a couple of batchmates every afternoon-yet to eat alone without a single GSite for company... But d best fun is reserved for when all us radio housemen get free at the same time! As usual i'm d victim of ribbing/leg-pulling :-)
AC is too cool literally...but sooner or later may end up wid d name tag of 'Snuffles' if not careful :-(
Thats all for now. Tc for those who bothered to read this... Cya :-)
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