Saturday, 19 February 2011


Hello one and hello all (something I felt like saying... randomly). I realised "random" has become something I rarely am or is not the way I usually act any more. Except, today I went for the last day of Deepwoods, my college (fine 'old college') culturals, and it was amazingly random. I rediscovered random. I went back to the randomness that MCC offers. For a day, I no longer had to be the student who wrote assignments, who spoke serious stuff. I met a whole new bunch of people who were as random as random can be.
The day started out with a street play that we saw, and then we went to the karaoke competition, which was amazing fun. There were only four contestants, but all the other MCCians just decided to sing random songs anyway, and people videoed it, so I'm assuming it will soon be on youtube! And we were all singing along. It was happy freedom. After a quick lunch comprising of a frankie, I went ahead to watch the quiz show, which was won by 'the pav bhaji cynic', 'the real pav bhaji cynic' and 'the only pav bhaji cynic' (or so their certificates claimed!! But they went by the pseudonyms of Shyam, PG, and Ronak respectively). I also met 'Casual' and 'George', who is actually a she! And there was the Kitchi, and the Gitanjali, as you-su-al. We spent some time taking pictures of small-diaries-on-the-heads-of peopleness. I also met Jane Austen, who is now the pet dog of the literature department.
I do hope I have covered all these wonderful people and the lovely creatures that inhabit the glorious campus called MCC. The train travel back home was fun, thanks to these people. All in all, this weekend has been an absolute bundle of fun.

Friday, 4 February 2011

Another nameless one

When I thought the flowers snuffed their fragrance,
When I thought the dew was dry on the crackling grass,
When I thought it would never be the same,
You walked into my life.

The Empty Terracotta Jar

The empty terracotta jar,
Not painted: bright, mud-red
with shades of brown.
Oozing shades harden
into a depth of blackness
Containing nothingness.
Little, unseen crack
Not allowing permanency.

The empty terracotta jar
of the mind:
Grey, pulsating, painted
Blood-red with life.
oozing shades lead to
the blackness
of an empty slate.
Little unseen crack
Letting everything out.

Footnote- the title was taken from a phrase that I heard my classmate quote from a book called Bliss, by Peter Carey.

Catching up

What with the new year having come about, it is quite conspicuous that I have not written for a whole month. Now what I have been doing this whole time is a little bit of a mystery, but apparently I have managed to keep myself occupied enough not to visit these pages. So, I am taking time off this mysterious work load that I have to fill in something about... well, I guess it would have to be about my one month into the new year.

1. I reached Hyderabad on the second of January with a horrible cold that only got aggravated when it met with the Hyderabad weather. It remained for quite some time, refusing to let go. It finally did leave, though, and I was elated and delighted.

2. I went for a marriage to Bombay, which was good. But I did not manage to see any place there, which is sad. But I enjoyed, which was lovely, especially since I got mehendi done by an amazing person, who refused that she did good hand-work. She was a close family friend of the groom, and one fun girl. And I hogged on all the delicacies that were offered (which were amazing too  many), and I hung around with loads of people I knew. So, basically, we had a whole load of fun. On the other hand, I never managed to eat a gola! And Bombay is supposed to be famous for its golas.

3. I have been having lots of presentations, that make me look like I'm going mad because I keep saying I need to study, which I don't feel like. In relation to that, I finished reading Surfacing by Margaret Atwood, and am now re-reading The Game World Trilogy. For those who don't know what the book is about, I advise you to go buy a copy right now, and start reading. I assure your entertainment shall be provided for. I also went to a book fair that had a lot of these children's novels, and I bought a whole load of them. So, well, it was great fun.

4. I went for a kuchipudi dance performance (and this is the most recent update, since I went yesterday, 4/2/11). It was amazing, awe (wait-for-it) some [hopefully you watch How I Met Your Mother], and breath-takingly beautiful. The performance was by the students of the University of Hyderabad, and the main dancer was their dance teacher, and head of the department. They did the Telugu kuchipudi version of Chandalika, the story of a Dalit woman, who eventually fell in love with a Buddhist monk, and converts into Buddhism. It was really touching- the drama of the dance, and the movements and the rhythms. Okay, the ranting shall stop right about here!

5. I have a couple of poems that I do need to put up, that shall, hopefully come soon.

I did not realise how eventful January has been. And the moral of that story is: do not forget to blog!