Just so

I’m depressed.I’ve got the same old nagging headache.I feel so heavy,Like someone just dropped in a few tonnes of lead inside me and corked the head back.I’m listening to sad songs.Doesn’t help a bitter.This is what people mean by missing someone I guess.Supriti vacated the hostel today. I knew this was coming,I always knew this was coming.I’ve been so successfully avoiding her for the past couple of months.Just to make sure that surviving in the hostel without her wouldn’t be an impossibility.I went into her room today morning,sat there for quite some time saying nothing.Took a mirrored bag full of coloured angles from you,and yes I’ll dance.And got up and left.I know she came knocking on my door before she left,I didnot open.I hate saying goodbye.It just makes the fact that she’s going away is for real.Reality always continues to ruin everything. I’ll miss the way you scream “A-TTENDAAAAAANCE”,i’ll miss the way you look sideways,I’ll miss walking around in silence with you,I’ll miss your green night dress with the bird foetus picture on it.I’ll miss all those times you got me out of shit.I’ll miss watching stupid movies with you,I’ll miss sleeping on your bed,I’ll miss kicking you down on the floor,I’ll miss all those times I talked you into and out of things.Most importantly I’ll miss You,the idea of You. You must be home now,busy unpacking,hugging your mom and bro and sis.Ad I’m too chicken to even call you,ask you how you are,and yes,I know you won’t come back to Mumbai. I’ll get used to this,I’ll get used to your absence.This too shall pass. Shreya is soon to leave before 9. The day is too long,too long,too long.

Intermediate

Brilliante!

My I.T is sceduled to start from June 9.The Fair Chic at college still keeps upto the May 12 thing though,but I’ve better sources.My exams are almossst done, my nightmare yet to come …Food Prodution Practicals.That too shall pass in another 4 days.And then! I’m heading back home!

The only bit I’ll miss would be Rini’s birthday.Sad.

Soundtrack of the Day

I cannot be expected to live on this planet without my daily dose of, oh, something like five hundred million cups of coffee, and there’s no reason why I should live on this planet anymore when one of my God-given rights is being taken away from me. But you know, the thing about God? He/She/It/The-power-that-bes is MEAN. And nasty. Take that, God! I smote you! I smote you right here on this blog. (wait, sorry, didn’t mean it, don’t make nasty things happen to me, I’m sorry, I wuv you, twuly) Anyway, *ahem* where was I?

Yes, so mean ol’ nasty God, with all the mean ol’ nasty powers and ha-ha-you-think-you’re-so-smart-but-I-am-smarter-because-

if-you-don’t-believe-in-the-evolution-theory-I-MADE-you-so-suck-it-up type thinking, has in fact, taken away the one thing that I love and desire and that I think is mankind’s coolest invention, right up there next to electricity and the telephone. How has it been taken away from me? I’m so glad you asked that question, because everyone must know of this conspiracy that surrounds me. These days if I drink more than three cups a day, I get a horrible, sharp, stabbing headache all over the front of my head and it isn’t nice. It’s not a very nice thing to do at all. I hope if god (see, I am so mad at you, I’m not even capitalising your letter. I smote you, I say again! I smotest! I smite!) is reading this, he/she/blah blah blah will take the goddamn (oooooh) hint and take away the headaches.

Since we are in rantifying mood,I might as well wish you all losers stuck high upon a pole or hostel far from home when there’s this festival called Vishu going on.It’s more or less like this Keralite version of Baisakhi and Bihu .You know what EXACTLY i’m pissed about?Today was one day you could loot all those bald uncles and fat aunties of their ingratitating oh-you-lil-(black)sheep smiles and listen carefully,I’m gonna say this just once actually ACTUALLY get them to pay you…’kaineeettam’ its called.And I’m missing out on it.And I’m homesick.And I’ve got an EXAM tomorrow.And I’m bored.And I’m starving.And I’m lazy to get off the bed.

Ha!If you are reading this and you happen to be happy at the moment I hope you have a stretched out painful death.

Hyatt!!!

The good things people !!!The good things for today !!!

May be I’m just so way beyond happy !!

Supriti & Shreya says I don’t talk for myself,that I swallow things hurled at me.Have I changed SO much in the past 9 months? Have I ?

UPDATE:

Happened to come across a vestige of the last two years.Though I do hate to admit that somethings are just not bygones,that essentially is the case.Enough of beating about the bush.

Anagha Mathew,my sister,confidante,and much much more during the recent past has sprung upon me without as much as notice.It was in the friend updates that I saw one of our mutual friends had uploaded a pic of hers captioned ‘Our old All India Radio’.And to think of it that I hunted her down from his friends list.

It’s been over 6 months since we’ve been in contact.Still that pic of hers evoked a waterfall or should I say landslide of memories.The blood streaked autograph being the very last in the long list.Things were not what it should be between always,we’d always had our share of ups and downs and leaps to credit.It’s all the same.It feels the same.

I would like to think that there was no contact between us on Orkut forget phone calls was due to the fact that I keep deleting profiles and start anew,I never have proper profile names nor information on any networking site.I’d rather make believe that was the case.

I’ve cribbed about Orkut a hell lot,but there are times you give it credit for having done something good,like this,amongst all the ‘fraandshipers wit myslf’.I’m proud of you Orkut,for once.

You know how some events you think then to be inconsequential continue to hunt you in a very special away after years?You find it possible to recollect every minute detail of the hour,the rest a mere blur.

It was another pleasant evening like any other,I was couped up on the sofa at my mother’s ancestral house watching one of those animes shows on Cartoon Network ending in-mon,fail to recollect it now.I was disturbed from my Oh!-all-interesting-good-over-evil-story that I saw we had guests.I was introduced to a lady of my mom’ age who was her ex-colleague and a pesky looking teenager in short frizzy curly hair and a denim skirt.She was to join BBB that year ,and yes! I promptly welcomed her to the Bethanian community with all the customary gusto and stuff.I resumed my channel browsing and thought no more of it.That was the first I saw of Miss Anagha Mathew who was to be my whole and soul in the next two years.

Somethings went wrong in the end,some misconceptions,miscommunications…which I very much wished to be sort out,but came to nothing.Things that leave an aftertaste on the back of the tongue like you had too sour a pickle.Much do I like to wish things are the same.I hope…

It is with that light of hope that I’m awaiting her reply to the scrap.I never thought I would consider Orkut to be of *any* importance,seems things are not what they seem to be.

Woohoo!!!

I had my very first interview today at Grand Hyatt Mumbai.

I lost my cell phone for the very first time.

Those would be the latest developments in my life as of now.

…Wil be elaborated on when I’m at peace and my room is ridden of filth infesting it right now.

UPDATE:

It was 11.30 am when I woke up,read up a bit of Front Office and was bolting for a shower when I recieved an sms from Platonic saying he’s in the library and would I care to return his books back?It was about 1 pm when I turned up at the library.He is the ultimate when it comes to tolerance and patience,I tell you.

Spent one and half good hours there with rest of my classmates bitching about The Dragon Lady amongst other things.I come back and I find Swati in the connector.I’d told her that my interview was scheduled for today.Time then 2.45pm.

Swati:Are you going like ‘THIS’? *look that she would give a rotten pig*

Me:What’s wrong?

Swati:It’s an INTERVIEW,with special effects on the TER of INTERVIEW.

Me:So?

Swati:Wear a SAREE with emphasis on REE of SAREE

Dear reader,you know me.I’m in two minds regarding every thing.I vacillated,argued inside my head back and forth and yes !Saree it shall be.My indecisiveness cost me precious 15 minutes.It was already 3′o clock by the time I somehow managed to get out the saree ,which was badly crushed and was lying in the recesses of my suitcase since val function.I cajole,coerce my roomie into ironing it for me and set out with painting the face.Three Cheers to my roomie who gets it done in another 10 minuted,record time and for Didi who draped it onto my frame with the help of the noble invention popularly known as safety pin.Swati kept me on my toes making sure I got everything perfect,Supriya was a big help and did the honours of forcing my hair into a BUN which could’ve got through The World’s Best Hair Bun’s Paegent if there was ever one ,with half a tube of hair gel and n number of hair pins.The finished effect made me PROUD!!!Boy!!! Don’t I look like a stuffed chicken with Pink blush??? That apart,the whole thing that bore remotest similarity to the wild haired me was what they look forward to in the prospective trainees,I’m told.

Thanks and hugs to Swati & Supriya,you made my day!(((((HUGS)))))

Time 3.30pm.The interview was to be at 4 at Grand Hyatt Santacruz which takes a good 35 minutes from here.I run with my 3 inch pencil heels,rush into a cab,gets cash from ATM and races back.In the mean time,my cel phone kept in my back pack vanishes!!!

I reach at the venue at 3.57pm,the cab guy who seemed to think I’d pay any preposterous amount of money was informed it was not so,and yes,my cell phone vanishing shall remain a mystery( !!!).I had not much time to argue and make points.

If you knew the scenario well ,you would happen to now that it was a choice between Grand Hyatt and ATC(a 3 star property) that I had,owing to the so-called Dubai Property (with a capital D and P) recruitment not happening.

Sharp 4 I’m at the Security,getting my entry pass,and walking in!

The presentation was given by a short Smart Alec guy who claimed to be ex-IHMite,and stopped my inputs which he asked for in a rather brusque manner during the course.There were 13 of us,of which 8 got knocked out of the Group Discussion which followed,topic being” Foreign Managers Vs Indians’.

The 5 of us sat through the interview,which was all in all a very pleasant experience.There was no undue pressure or stiff necked atmosphere normally associated with interviews.No!I was not asked any technocal questions unlike others and my interview lasted well over 20 minutes.The Training Manager Mariyah was very berry chweet and complimented me for everything from stilettos to saree to bun.Told ya’,that bun would go places!!!

Annnndddddd!!!!!!

Yes,I’m IN!

The day was really good except for the mishap of losing my cell phone *sob sob*.I’m using one of Rini’s right now.Shall make it a point to get a duplicate SIM tomorrow.I’ll miss you my Nokia 3110c.I’ll miss the way you pop up on my desktop.I’ll miss connecting and reconnecting you with the USB Cable cursing Airtel GPRS all the while.I’ll miss the way ur li’l face lights up when I recieve a call.Be happy wherever you are…

Do remind me to pass on the mail id of the Hyatt HR to The Dragon Lady,and to study.

I’ve got an EXAM coming up people !!! An EXAM!!!

Now there,who would’ve thought of THAT???

The struggle resolved,almost.

So that is that.I’ve decided to do my 6 months Industrial Training from Grand Hyatt.Grand Hyatt it is.

The ambiguity surrounding the IT scenario started back in October.One fine evening The Dragon Lady calls a few of us out of classroom.As we stand petrified outside her door with ‘What-in-the-world-is-this-about’ stares, she calls us inside and informs us in the gravest of tones that we have been shortlisted as candidates to the IT Program from Dubai mainly the Jumeirah property.Smiles of glee,handshakes exchanged.We gave in out Curriculum Vitae the next day and nothing more was spoken.Note all of these events took place back in the month of October.

January comes.All the students are in the search for a property which would take them in.Things are as rosy as ever we are told by The Dragon Lady.I sleep in peace.

February comes.Stil no news.Taj,Oberois start with their interviews.We the Jumeirah-Aspirants look at the skies above and earth beneath and leave it at that.Why ?Things are still rosy.Remember?

March starts with a growl and ends with a purr.Nothing said.Nothing heard.The Dragon Lady snaps at queries.I sense some rotten fish lying around.In addition,the much advertised Dubai Derby Program gets cancelled.The best part is the so called chosen ones didnot even come to know this.They waited,some are still waiting I believe.Check the calender morons!!!

April drew its first blood and I decided that I’ve had it.

Hell with the Dragon Lady.You are pathetic.You have no sense of professionalism.You are the worst thing in the whole faculty cum official cadre I’ve ever come across in my entire life.You do not have it in your entire pea sized brain to answer a simple Yes/No question.You deserve to rot in the worst gutters and I sincerely hope and prey you do.Oh yes I do.

I’ve waited and watched till the glorius evening of April 4 2008 and this is it.The interviews for Grand Hyatt are at 4pm on 9th April.Keep your fingers on both hands and feet crossed !

UPDATE:Update:

Guess who called me today ?None other than Keni!!!I attend the call,am at a loss at the introduction,(“Arun who?” )And then he finds it in his brains to say Keni which instatantaneously bursts many a little balloons inside the head.I jump,I yelp.Do I miss him?DO I miss him???One of those vestiges of good times spent at BBB.He is thinking of joining up for HM after Std 12.Part of me wanted him to be here in Mumbai,the other warily warning him of what to expect,I think I gave him quite enough matter to brood on.

To the uninitiated,Arun aka Keni was technically my junior at school ,a gem of a human being.We didn’t really get to spent much time together because I passed out of school in the 3 months.He is from Kenya AND is a Keralite by birth.So long!

To the Single Dimple

Less than a promise have I given have I ?Have not I ?

…and yet more generous you have been to me

And in this lies my reward

Some of you have deemed me proud and overshy to recieve gifts,I beg to disagree…And though I have eaten berries among the hills when you would have had me sit at your board

And slept in the portico of the temple when you would have gladly sheltered me

For this I bless you most

You give much and know not that you give at all

And a good deed that calls itself by tender names become parent to curses…

The hunter was also the Hunted.

And this my fellow survivor,who has heard the choir of the seas and jungles,they have heard us patiently

Now they shall wait no longer.

We are Ready.