Thursday, November 16, 2006


12:06 pm
5th nov 2006
University exams over…

So this was it. The Final classroom semester was over with the exams. 7 semesters of scratching the blackboard with your eyeballs, 7 semesters of carrying mortein mosquito coil to the classroom for some undisturbed sleep during the hours, 7 semesters of having rice (and its derivatives) as your breakfast, 7 semesters of skirmishes, misunderstandings, pyaar muhabbat, dosti yaari tazaa maaza, 7 semesters of trying…too hard…(squeezing the pillows at night..nothing more..L), 7 semesters of learning that ‘proxy’ is also a word used with the Servers other than maaring it for first day first show dekhne waale dost, 7 semesters of ….counting till 7….hehe

Sab khatam…Nostalgia is the word…. but half of the dost don’t know any such word exists (blame it on their firangi lingo se nafrat) and the other GRE ghissing CAT pakding half are too cold to FEEL the word.

Just as we came out of the examination hall, we were as excited as we were in the 8th standard when the teacher was about to teach us the intricacies of the human reproductive system.

The slogging days were over. We were one step closer to become an apna desi know-nothing engineer. But Ki farak paindaa hai…party-sharty maaro yaaro..some of my friends announced to turn into a macchli (phishh) and jump into an aquarium filled with daaru that night ….weird thought…but then I told them not to include any Bengali friends in their fishy plan…”kee dada maaachh khaabo…” they will end up eating each other….

Daaru, ciggie is as far from me as Aishwarya is from vivek or cardamom for that matter.

Then for the next three days my tongue was busy mopping pizza toppings, and the throat absorbing ice creams.

11:17 pm
11th nov 2006
Prostate on a berth.…Chennai-Indore express

The chill of the Ice cream and the November night got to my head. My body temperature had already raised its bat to the stands and kissed the ground after reaching the 100 mark. I couldn’t applaud. After spending the next day curled up like a slimy reptile on the upper berth with a book. And guess which one…’The Kite runner’…No explanation needed.

I reached my home early morning after the autowallaah sucked enough currency from my wallet to buy a new auto-rickshaw. I was fever-stricken carrying more mucus in my head than the weight of my luggage.
Finally I was home.

Home is where the television is, home Is where the pills are, home is where there is hot water, home is where the pooraana thermometer is, home is where there’s someone worried for you, Home is where Mum IS there.

I have recovered, not fully but well enough to pull off an awry post like this. Soon the stories will be woven the plots will be built and the point blank encounters will kick. Till then I’ll sit back and enjoy watching my friends scuba-dive in the aquarium.(yep!! The videos have been uploaded on youtube!!)


13 Mirch lagi kya?? paani piyo yaha..

Blogger Bebo said...

So you back huh?

4:47 PM  
Blogger itchingtowrite said...

7 semesters of having rice (and its derivatives) ha ha.. i know rhe rice thing is so irritating
good u r done with it. welcome to the new job circle!!

5:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

njoy home sweet home
apun ka endsems ahi 20th se :(

8:35 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

lol. Man, those are fun days. lol @
...intricacies of the human reproductive system ... and bengoli friends.
Home is where Mum IS there! so true.

Aur hamar tag kya hua?

11:00 PM  
Blogger Lady Godiva said...

College days... ah college days. the best time of one's life. and welcome to w*pr* (thats where you are joinin, i suppose)

how did you manage "7 semesters of having rice (and its derivatives)" i cant, not even once in 7 days!!!!

anyways.. itz good to know tht you are outta that jungle of curd-rice and korma ;-)

9:03 AM  
Blogger cardamom said...

# sh d

yeshhh!! *slurp* i yumm back...

# itchingtowrite

7 semesters of NO blogging...i started blogging actively only in september..7 semesters of avoiding curd rice...i mistook it for 'kheer' initially..

# adarsh

sir jee no pilayshh like home sweet home...and best of luck for the END-SEMS...such an irony it starts with an 'End' :P

# aashun

tohaar tag kaa hum jaldi hi pooora karenge..fillum dekhne ka mauka kam hi miltaa hai aajkal...waise apun jarur karega...*smirk from the last benchers :- "Kyaa 'karegaa' be??"...
My answer : "Get out of the Class!! go straightaway to the loo..unbuckle your belts...unzip your fly.....feel the elastic band of your underwear...keep moving your fingers along the periphery of the band...until you reach a piece of cloth stuck to the band...That's the TAG..wahee karnaa hai...samjhe!!!!....( students wearing kachhchaa can meet me afetr the class for the procedure).....
jadi ho jaayega boss

8:36 PM  
Blogger cardamom said...

# lady godiva..

Oohh that means you are already a member of the cliched 'Wi**o family'...

c ya there...

9:01 PM  
Anonymous Ankur said...

Kafi acha post tha, considering the fact that u were ill...
The joke on the bengalis was gr8...even i enjoyed it!

bole to bapok!!!(meaning 'mast' in bengali)

11:17 PM  
Blogger Mumbai Guy said...

Happy holidaying!!

9:50 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"7 semesters of carrying mortein mosquito coil " - that is really funny..!
And True, a home is a home with mom in there....
HAve a good vacation and I guess ur jioning ur company soon.. All the best for that

12:40 PM  
Blogger cardamom said...

# ankur

thankyou dada!!..aami ektu ektu bangla seekhchi..

# mumbai dost.


# vin

thanks for the wishes...working for my company would be fun...err i suppose..

9:27 PM  
Blogger Amod said...

Nostalgia was flowing(I consider Nostlagia to be a fluid) throughout this post... I know how it feels!! :(

12:43 PM  
Blogger siby said...

”kee dada maaachh khaabo…” they will end up eating each other….

8:02 PM  

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