For Nerdorina...

She’s a kurta clad, jhola swinging socialist who ridicules the selfish tendencies of bourgeoisie like me; she gets high on her ideals, philosophy and some other stuff (occasionally). She is tech-challenged and I’m the net savvy smart wit who writes detailed posts on my blog making fun of her goof ups.
Our conversations are not very friendly either. They are usually debates, which morph into fights by the end of the day. And people always ask for an encore. Our fights are laced with witticisms and profanities but are entertaining nonetheless to the onlooker, who might think we’re sworn enemies by the end of it all. We actually used to draw a small but dedicated crowd, which eagerly awaited our fights at Savera, a small restaurant near our college.
We’re like chalk and cheese. But curiously, chalk and cheese sometimes do get along like a house on fire, like we figured. And in the process are generated some crackling noises, bright sparks and unlikely moments of epiphany! If they made a movie about us they should call it when psycho met crazy.
Some relationships stretch longer than their designated expiry dates, I guess. We don’t call each other much, we don’t tell each other everything but find out everything about each other. She hugs everyone but I don’t let her hug me and run away the minute she threatens to hug me.
We piss each other off most of the time but we still look forward to meeting each other and having a whine fest with some fun thrown in. She sings, I croak along and that’s “rock and roll” for us. The music always played on as we talked about life and philosophy and grew up together. Without our conscious efforts and knowledge, these moments kept stringing themselves together to form an intriguing yet memorable chain of experiences, that people call friendship.
Our unconventional relationship is like a rock song that is sung out of tune but lingers on like smoke that hangs down heavily on the room. We have been the best of friends and the worst of friends. It’s now that we are in the danger of drifting apart, as we hit the fork in the road, that I realise how in spite of all it’s eccentricities, our bonding was special.
I wonder if the expiry date is finally here. Nothing lasts forever. There is no ‘forever’. She and I could be just a cherished memory that will silently fade away. But then, we do have the here and now today, so let the music play!
(Edited by Renu, the woman has a magic touch, she turned something depressing into something hopeful)

Legend of Nerdorina.

Long, long time ago, okay not so long ago, there was a peasant girl called Nerdorina. I call her a peasant because she says she is one, well she calls herself a working class/ proletariat person. That is far from the truth she is a proletariat with a lot of bourgeois habits and she openly admits to her being so... but Nerdorina the peasant has been and still is a princess to many people, but that is a different story and will not be mentioned here, not because i respect her privacy but its too messy to get into.

Coming back to our story, Nerdorina and Princess Sarcastica(irony that she is nobody's princess and the peasant girl is..) went to a modern day tavern - where the rivers of liquid gold flow freely and fearlessly, distorting the minds of many just like the smoke that hangs around like fog in the morning in winter. Why did two pretty damsels go to the tavern all alone? Well they had many motives - Nerdorina had to get permission from the owner, to shoot a film for her research project. So it is strictly business she said - then one could see the unmistakable spark in her four eyes two of which were red and black. Nerdorina had her reasons - a reason who plays track after track, every night at the tavern. The reason also had a trishul piercing, ( Sarcastica : am sure he is in league with some hindutva faction! Nerdorina : hmpf!) and hence her reason was christened TP- wala( TP = trishul piercing).

Sarcastica was worried that people might think her and nerdorina were a lesbian couple because they had frequented the bar before and it was just the two of them.Nerdorina didn't care she had the hots for TP- wala. Sarcastica was really bored and hadn't had the drink, that many called her birth right, for ages now. So she just went along for the fun or as she said let the good times roll!She could always make fun of Nerdorina (yup! Sarcastica is the mean one) and beer is not alcoholic (hence her excuse) so a few glasses wouldn't hurt!
Six thirty, on a very rainy day and they are glad to be underground in a near empty PUB- they get a good table but princess Sarcastica doesn't want to sit anywhere near the MAN UTD banner. Nerdorina sits near it anyway and princess grumbles- throws a near tantrum but shut ups when she is promised beer.
The drinks snacks are ordered and Nerdorina wonders if she should go talk to the owner, she decides to wait a while- I'll go after a smoke and a few sips of beer she says.With a little alcohol in their systems they start with their insane, seemingly pointless discussions that could be marked as pseudo- intellectual and dumb at the same time(to be noted that its not the alcohol, that makes them talk like they do- its the same when they are sober). Nerdorina having had a few sips of beer - guided by her urge to smoke rummages through her bag for smokes and matches. She finds her smokes easily enough - sarcastica would be worried if she didn't find them ( nerdorina gets real nasty and cranky without her smokes and sarcastica can't handle her then). Nerdorina's face morphs and she continues frantically digging up the contents of her bag - and out on the table is a RUSHDIE novel! "Where the fuck is my lighter?" she screams in sheer desperation. A waiter jumps to the rescue of our damsel in distress- he offers her a light and all is well or so it seemed. Sarcastica saw the RUSHDIE novel and was dying to start with her snide, cheeky remarks and was shutting up because she didn't want to piss off Nerdorina when she was not functioning like a chimney spewing out smoke.
Sarcastica : novel huh?
nerdorina : yeah thought I'd get to read a bit if i got bored.
S: wow! you can actually read novels in pub, they are so well lit up and not too different from libraries! Right on sister! The loud music and noise - excellent ambience to read for sure!
n: I knew I’d get bored with YOU!!!
S: NERD! Hmpf!
(Silence, well if u don't count the classic rock in the background and over thirty people yelling all around them, both of them gulp down beer to drown out the relative silence at their table)
Right now its very essential to mention that Nerdorina and Sarcastica share a love- hate relationship- they make take each others cases but at the end of the day things work out so them. So Sarcastica starts babling along again (yeah she just can't shut up- she can go on and on and on)"hey guess what am checking out your TP - wala" she said mockingly, but it was HIM that they were talking about to nerdorina cheered up and said tell me more... so sarcastic obliged n described his every move on the bar stool and at the end when he went out of sight she remarked " hmm, not bad, really not bad, he is kinda cute". Nerdorina dreamily lost in some parallel universe says “oh! Yes he is.. " Sarcastica shook her out of reverie by saying " You know a guy like that wont be on the market for long, am sure he has a girlfriend or is gay or something".
More angry looks are thrown around there is another spell of silence.Some 20-20 world cup match was going on and hence started their next discussion
Sarcatica : is cricket bourgeois or proletariat?
Nerdorina : that will depend on many things like say the country... interesting question...

S : (trying to look at her reflection in the beer) do you suppose its the same with beer? i mean is it bourgeois? Everything changes when we talk about India....And a long insane conversation followed where the world was divided into bourgeois and proletariat etc.)

The end!

When the worlds going crazy!

Internals are going on and everyone is seriously losing it!

here are some random funny things that people said :

(they probably wont make any sense but here they are...)


kama:am dying, suffocating, rolling down on the floor bleeding coz i lost my mental hymen ( after reading my e- mail)

palla:BITCH, you can avoid me as much as you can but i`l still take your baby. i`l hunt you down for that! (this was a SMS)

and someone finds a limp sexy!(yummy m getting there to see the sexy limp!) ;) :P ( i blogged it :P)

Weird messages (SMS) from lali :P

SMS 1 : at d o.c. come after yr lib wrk is done..

SMS 2: LIB! u'r ignitin bras !!!

(I think i know what it meant, but can anyone guess? interpretations in the comments section people. Well this should be fun!!!!!!!!!!)

Back to the university!

Well my plans to post something about the first year of the university are indefinately put on hold. The post in question has run into too many pages and is too personal. I tried editing it but i cant bear to leave anything out. One thing is for sure, the life's of my friends and me are any day more interesting than everyday soaps. This is real life being more eventfull than reel life. At the moment, I will start writing about RIGHT NOW and the past will be visited when necessary through flashbacks. Also henceforth, I will blog any stray thought that wanders through my head, if I think that is...
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So here are a few bits from the last few days.....

1st day of class for the m.a (part2)

anonymous student: sir all options look interesting cant make up my mind. how many extra credits can we take?

A J (H.O.D) : THAT DEPENDS ON YOUR DEGREE OF COMFORT WITH RESPECT TO YOUR DEGREE OF REALISM!

most of the class: ROFL

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hilarious tip: toothpaste and fairness creams make hickeys / love bites disappear......
me : ROFL
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a few days later.....

NRI : oooooooooo! whats that on your neck?
me : what you guys looking at?
NRI: look at X's neck.....
me: oooooooooo!
X: thats just an allergic reaction..........
me: to what?
X: hmmmm....... well..... hmmm ...... ant bite.......
NRI: must have been a real big ant.... damn they have big ants in india we should all watch out...
X: well..... ummmm.... no actually it was an allergic reaction to lux honey soap.....
me: but why only on your neck?
NRI : maybe the ant bit X where he applied lux honey soap and that caused an allergic reaction

me : or maybe the ant bit you on your neck and there was an allergic reaction when you used the soap
NRI: yea X was is that? :P
me : hey NRI dsnt that bite look more like an homo- sapien one...... lol
X: hmmmm.......
me: you ran out of toothpaste? :P
all of us : ROFL (through out the conversation.... well more of a leg pulling session)
( incidentally the hickey removal tip was Xs..... n NRI is not actually an NRI... thats just our little joke.... see guys i didn't reveal yours names.... so am not that much of a bitch!)
(TO EVERYONE ELSE READING THIS THE ABOVE MENTIONED INCIDENT IS PURELY FICTITIOUS AND ANY RESEMBLANCE...... U GET THE DRIFT RIGHT? :p LOL)
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Lately I have been reading many blogs and encouraging/ forcing people to start blogs. I also dont spare people who have blogs, have been pestering them to post, so I have some reading material. The recent converts include tanvi , my sisters friend, so do encourage her and pester her to post more often. Also joining the blogging bandwagon is Nedine, she just about statred a few days back and she already has more posts than me. She is talented do check out her blog!

To see my friends and family caught doing stupid/ embarrassing things, see my new photo blog .

love,

aditi.