"And to the Child I say,
that thine shall be the Kingdom of Heaven...."
(....and that of boredom too maybe....)
-Christ in the Bible
Frank admission: Life's isn't always haa-haa-hee-hee.....many-a-times, you do end up like me right now, staring at a terminal and typing away for the heck of it 'cuz there isn't really much else to do at the moment. These moments, albeit few and far between, do tend to envelop you with the so-called 'sickly hues of paranoia' (as someone I know might say), and you may feel the all-too-familiar sense of alienation and, shall we say, inadequacy?
In such times, follow these rules:
DO NOT dramatically leap off buildings that may not really be high enough for you to actually get killed. DO NOT take excess sleeping pills (you may accidentally take something else instead and end up like the guy in Scary Movie). DO NOT beat your chest and scream....you will thereby be disproving Darwin, by proving that humans can evolve backwards into lesser primates should need arise. AND......DO NOT, DO NOT EVER sit like a dumbfuck in front of a computer screen and type random arbit rubbish!!!
There, I'm done, post over. That's some seriously solid advice written above. Do follow it.
Good night,
Janus Gunganus
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Friday, February 1, 2008
Grubby thoughts
"Grub chalo!!"
- spoof of Netaji's famous quote "Delhi chalo!!" (on one of our grub posters)....
Now for those who came in late........
Here I am, one fine Saturday morning, as my roomie and the rest of my wing slumbers, I type away on my laptop........simply because there is no time. The last week was a very hectic one, and this one promises to be equally, if not more, hectic. For very different reasons of course.
Of the many forms of 'events' that characterize BITS-Pilani, perhaps the most unique are the annual 'grubs' or food-fests that are put up by every regional assoc. So it was no surprise, ardent foodies that we bongs are known to be, the planning and work started as long as (whoa!) 3 weeks beforehand!!
Itt all kicked off as this huge meeting in FD3 where menu after menu was proposed and subsequently disposed, with us 1st-yearites giving extravagant ideas and our seniors rejecting them on grounds of 'economics' and 'feasibility' (or some similar shit), followed by a rather early date for the grub, which meant we had to start work at once!! We (the 1st yr guys, that is) got a chance to get as close to the hallowed Meera Bhawan as legalities would permit, since we spent whole afternoons with the girls making banners and messads for the grub. Then there were mess-sittings, when we used our best diplomatic skills(hem hem!) to make as many unsuspecting people sign up for the grub as possible.
After a lull for a few days, it was D-day.
We had been strictly instructed by our seniors "Shob lecture guss korbi!" for the purpose of decoration. Well, most of us complied, apart from a few (in)sincere people like Rashmi, who did manage to paint alpana and attend all her lectures too, God bless her. With the help of geniuses like Rwito da and Shouri da the decorations ranged from weird to wonderful.......the highlight being the 3D rosogolla pot that was stuffed with thermocol rosogollas. Meanwhile in the deepest recesses of the messes, the chilly fish was ready, and soon we started sampling fish, mutton and numerous other delicacies......until, that is, Antara di issued a chilling warning to any fish-picketers.
Evening set in.....we rushed to our rooms, got into traditional ensembles and then promptly rushed back (we had it easier in kurta-pyjama than the girls in their aatpouro sarees )..... and then it began. There's no short way to describe the management or the exact proceedings of the grub. It was chaotic, but with the two stalwarts (Ron da in VKB and Soumava da in RPA) doing the rounds, everything was bound to turn out right in the end. And so it did. After the ending of the official grub, our grub began, and how. Out came the special sweets tins reserved for the Moruchayites, including one much-sought-after tin of nalen-gurer rosogolla,a nd a feast like no ther began......all this of course, interspersed with a lot of chatter and group photos, an unsuccesful attempt at marriage for Antara di (which made her momentarily livid), and the de-dhotification of Saikat da and Babali da, the only two people who had decided to go a step further towards traditional attire, and paid for it by returning home in shorts.
And next week, well, next week, Test 1 begins (sigh)! And given my ambitions this sem, I think its gonna be a long time before I start blogging again.
So adias,
Janus
- spoof of Netaji's famous quote "Delhi chalo!!" (on one of our grub posters)....
Now for those who came in late........
Here I am, one fine Saturday morning, as my roomie and the rest of my wing slumbers, I type away on my laptop........simply because there is no time. The last week was a very hectic one, and this one promises to be equally, if not more, hectic. For very different reasons of course.
Of the many forms of 'events' that characterize BITS-Pilani, perhaps the most unique are the annual 'grubs' or food-fests that are put up by every regional assoc. So it was no surprise, ardent foodies that we bongs are known to be, the planning and work started as long as (whoa!) 3 weeks beforehand!!
Itt all kicked off as this huge meeting in FD3 where menu after menu was proposed and subsequently disposed, with us 1st-yearites giving extravagant ideas and our seniors rejecting them on grounds of 'economics' and 'feasibility' (or some similar shit), followed by a rather early date for the grub, which meant we had to start work at once!! We (the 1st yr guys, that is) got a chance to get as close to the hallowed Meera Bhawan as legalities would permit, since we spent whole afternoons with the girls making banners and messads for the grub. Then there were mess-sittings, when we used our best diplomatic skills(hem hem!) to make as many unsuspecting people sign up for the grub as possible.
After a lull for a few days, it was D-day.
We had been strictly instructed by our seniors "Shob lecture guss korbi!" for the purpose of decoration. Well, most of us complied, apart from a few (in)sincere people like Rashmi, who did manage to paint alpana and attend all her lectures too, God bless her. With the help of geniuses like Rwito da and Shouri da the decorations ranged from weird to wonderful.......the highlight being the 3D rosogolla pot that was stuffed with thermocol rosogollas. Meanwhile in the deepest recesses of the messes, the chilly fish was ready, and soon we started sampling fish, mutton and numerous other delicacies......until, that is, Antara di issued a chilling warning to any fish-picketers.
Evening set in.....we rushed to our rooms, got into traditional ensembles and then promptly rushed back (we had it easier in kurta-pyjama than the girls in their aatpouro sarees )..... and then it began. There's no short way to describe the management or the exact proceedings of the grub. It was chaotic, but with the two stalwarts (Ron da in VKB and Soumava da in RPA) doing the rounds, everything was bound to turn out right in the end. And so it did. After the ending of the official grub, our grub began, and how. Out came the special sweets tins reserved for the Moruchayites, including one much-sought-after tin of nalen-gurer rosogolla,a nd a feast like no ther began......all this of course, interspersed with a lot of chatter and group photos, an unsuccesful attempt at marriage for Antara di (which made her momentarily livid), and the de-dhotification of Saikat da and Babali da, the only two people who had decided to go a step further towards traditional attire, and paid for it by returning home in shorts.
And next week, well, next week, Test 1 begins (sigh)! And given my ambitions this sem, I think its gonna be a long time before I start blogging again.
So adias,
Janus
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