What is it with boys and their fascination for women’s lingerie? Whatever it is, no one could predict what was going to happen when Nathur asked us for a volunteer. Completely unaware of the trouble she was getting herself into, Dodo volunteered to be his wingman.
I walked towards the group of guffawing boys, Kathanar getting the whole thing on video. I watched Nathur and Dodo walk into the lingerie shop and a couple of minutes later I saw Dodo run out, completely shocked and laughing her head off. The series of events that unfolded after that happened so fast, we’re still wondering what exactly hit us.
Nathur runs out and yells………….
“Run, run, run!!!”
Before I knew it, we were running for our lives. Nathur, Radio/Ecchi, Kathanar, Dodo and me. On the way out we slammed into Achayan who was very busy talking on the phone. We tried telling him to run but he didn’t seem to understand head or tail of what was happening around him.
Avar achayannne pidichu.
Nangal kudungi.
Athode nangalde katha theernu….
……….to be continued……….
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Sunday, January 17, 2010
We have a chicken in our room – 15th January 2010
We have a chicken in our room or so read the message from devil/angel. “Is she drunk? Or has she gone crazy”, dodo asks me.
With earphones on her head and talking to her parents, it was beginning to dawn on me that I would have to be the one to get up from my ever so lazy but comfortable position and go check up on devil/angel.
“Hmm…. I think I better go check up on her.”
So I walk down the stairs and up another, en route from dodo’s room to mine. By the way, devil/angel and I are room mates. As I close in on room V226, I hear a commotion inside. For all I know, they could actually have a real……………
“OH MY GOD!”
“It’s a real chicken.”
Devil/angel looks at me furiously. “We have a chicken in our room.”
“Hey that’s sweet…” Devil/angel’s eyes flash red and I swallow the rest of my words. ”I mean….I suppose.”
“Stupid chicken.”
The chicken was probably 2 to 3 months old, golden yellow, adorably cute and unfortunately extremely noisy. Unfortunate for the chicken that is, because his new room mate happened to be devil/angel. So there I was with my arms stinging from an earlier mishap that I had about which I shall tell you later, looking from the chicken to devil/angel. Was it just me or did the chicken actually take a couple of furtive steps backwards.
“Stupid chicken.”
“Dude, what is your problem with the chicken”
“I don’t like animals”
“And yet you refuse to eat them”
“What has that got to do with anything!”
Okay phoenix, time for you to back off before devil/angel really loses it. Like the chicken, I decided it would be best if I took a couple of steps back.
This was a good thing though because a few minutes ago, I was feeling immensely crappy. Things had not gone according to plan and once again I found myself hurting (this time physically too). Life surprises you in the weirdest ways and I was glad, no thankful to have something to distract me.
Seeing how I was the most well informed about chickens, I decided to delegate work. Operation keeping the chicken alive began.
Plan A:
Keep it in the Morphy Richards box.
So devil/angel starts cutting holes in the box with a very sharp and long blade. The look in her eyes tells me that we should move to Plan B.
Plan B:
Keep it in the balcony.
Enough sunlight, fresh air.
Just have to make sure it doesn’t fall into the drainage hole.
So we begin the process of building a fortress around the chicken with all the boxes that devil/angel likes to collect.
I’m happy to say that Plan B was a success and that the chicken is happy and…….
“Oh shit.”
“What now!” devil/ angel looks at me from across the room through the kitchen to the balcony door where I’m sitting currently with my laptop in my lap and keeping an eye on the chicken.
“Nothing “, I said as I picked the chicken up from the ground and put it back in jail..sorry…enclosure.
“The chicken just sort of escaped, that’s all.”
As I looked from the chicken to devil/angel, I thought, stupid chicken.
This is phoenix looking after her chicken.
Note: No animals or birds were harmed during the making of this blog.
With earphones on her head and talking to her parents, it was beginning to dawn on me that I would have to be the one to get up from my ever so lazy but comfortable position and go check up on devil/angel.
“Hmm…. I think I better go check up on her.”
So I walk down the stairs and up another, en route from dodo’s room to mine. By the way, devil/angel and I are room mates. As I close in on room V226, I hear a commotion inside. For all I know, they could actually have a real……………
“OH MY GOD!”
“It’s a real chicken.”
Devil/angel looks at me furiously. “We have a chicken in our room.”
“Hey that’s sweet…” Devil/angel’s eyes flash red and I swallow the rest of my words. ”I mean….I suppose.”
“Stupid chicken.”
The chicken was probably 2 to 3 months old, golden yellow, adorably cute and unfortunately extremely noisy. Unfortunate for the chicken that is, because his new room mate happened to be devil/angel. So there I was with my arms stinging from an earlier mishap that I had about which I shall tell you later, looking from the chicken to devil/angel. Was it just me or did the chicken actually take a couple of furtive steps backwards.
“Stupid chicken.”
“Dude, what is your problem with the chicken”
“I don’t like animals”
“And yet you refuse to eat them”
“What has that got to do with anything!”
Okay phoenix, time for you to back off before devil/angel really loses it. Like the chicken, I decided it would be best if I took a couple of steps back.
This was a good thing though because a few minutes ago, I was feeling immensely crappy. Things had not gone according to plan and once again I found myself hurting (this time physically too). Life surprises you in the weirdest ways and I was glad, no thankful to have something to distract me.
Seeing how I was the most well informed about chickens, I decided to delegate work. Operation keeping the chicken alive began.
Plan A:
Keep it in the Morphy Richards box.
So devil/angel starts cutting holes in the box with a very sharp and long blade. The look in her eyes tells me that we should move to Plan B.
Plan B:
Keep it in the balcony.
Enough sunlight, fresh air.
Just have to make sure it doesn’t fall into the drainage hole.
So we begin the process of building a fortress around the chicken with all the boxes that devil/angel likes to collect.
I’m happy to say that Plan B was a success and that the chicken is happy and…….
“Oh shit.”
“What now!” devil/ angel looks at me from across the room through the kitchen to the balcony door where I’m sitting currently with my laptop in my lap and keeping an eye on the chicken.
“Nothing “, I said as I picked the chicken up from the ground and put it back in jail..sorry…enclosure.
“The chicken just sort of escaped, that’s all.”
As I looked from the chicken to devil/angel, I thought, stupid chicken.
This is phoenix looking after her chicken.
Note: No animals or birds were harmed during the making of this blog.
Good morning NIT – W – 12th January 2010
Imagine, waking up in the morning, Natasha Beddingfield’s ‘unwritten’ playing in the background, the song that every girl is certain was written about her life. The room is still dark, your bed still warm. Downstairs you can hear the spoons and plates clattering, the perfect background score to the most well written awakening. The “wonderful” smell of the mess coffee drifting upwards, making you want to wake up all the more. You rub your eyes, your hair looks like it has been electrocuted but you don’t know this yet because you haven’t looked in the mirror. You walk towards the door all ready to breathe in the fresh NIT – W air, to have the sun shining on your face. You open the door and take two steps outside…..
“Shit, shit, shit!”
The record in your head comes to an abrupt stop and Natasha Beddingfield’s voice falters as you quickly step back inside your room.
“Damn it, you wake up in the morning and the first thing you see is one of your third year guy seniors.”
Dodo lets out a very sleepy grunt as a display of her sympathy for my predicament. I walk towards the mirror and let out a tiny yelp looking at my own reflection.
“Great I’m Frankenstein’s bride.”
Dodo lifts her head a little, gives me a cheesy smile and with a thump, goes right back to sleep.
I’m pretty sure today is going to be an awesome day. Better tell devil/ angel what happened.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
The record in your head comes to an abrupt stop and Natasha Beddingfield’s voice falters as you quickly step back inside your room.
“Damn it, you wake up in the morning and the first thing you see is one of your third year guy seniors.”
Dodo lets out a very sleepy grunt as a display of her sympathy for my predicament. I walk towards the mirror and let out a tiny yelp looking at my own reflection.
“Great I’m Frankenstein’s bride.”
Dodo lifts her head a little, gives me a cheesy smile and with a thump, goes right back to sleep.
I’m pretty sure today is going to be an awesome day. Better tell devil/ angel what happened.
The “twilight” zone – 31st December 2009
Declaration to the world: I, like so few of you out there, was once a ‘twilight’ hater. But now I am happy to say that my friends have made me realize the error of my ways and shown me the light. I am now a proud ‘twilight hater recoveree’.
Hehe. Did you know that you can be trialed, prosecuted, jailed and executed for speaking out against ‘twilight’ in a girls’ hostel. I made the grave mistake of declaring out loud my obvious loathing for the series about some gay vampire and his troubles. Oops, did I say gay. Anyhow, they almost killed me for that. Ok, so fiction is supposed to be fictitious, but this is just silly. Intriguing and impossibly good looking vampire and a beefed up sixteen year old kid made to look like a strong but slow werewolf just happen to fall for the dumbest girl in the world. I’m sorry, I just don’t get it. The author has obviously seen too many crappy c grade romantic flicks. Perhaps, it is a personal shortcoming but I never will be able to understand the fascination the book holds for a very large number of otherwise pretty sane group of people.
Ok people, time to go into hiding. See you in four years.
Hehe. Did you know that you can be trialed, prosecuted, jailed and executed for speaking out against ‘twilight’ in a girls’ hostel. I made the grave mistake of declaring out loud my obvious loathing for the series about some gay vampire and his troubles. Oops, did I say gay. Anyhow, they almost killed me for that. Ok, so fiction is supposed to be fictitious, but this is just silly. Intriguing and impossibly good looking vampire and a beefed up sixteen year old kid made to look like a strong but slow werewolf just happen to fall for the dumbest girl in the world. I’m sorry, I just don’t get it. The author has obviously seen too many crappy c grade romantic flicks. Perhaps, it is a personal shortcoming but I never will be able to understand the fascination the book holds for a very large number of otherwise pretty sane group of people.
Ok people, time to go into hiding. See you in four years.
Worldly affairs – 30thDecember 2009
So dodo, devil/angel and bugsy were having this discussion the other day about how everyone says holy shit and yet none of them could actually figure out how shit was holy. Then bugsy has an epiphany. See, don’t you get it, it’s really holey shit and not holy. Now that actually makes perfect sense…
We went on to have a very interesting discussion about what else we thought was holy or holey and shitty in this world. Now dodo and devil/angel are watching ‘the hangover’ and bugsy ‘s gone for a session. Lifes great in NIT-W and phoenix is signing off.
We went on to have a very interesting discussion about what else we thought was holy or holey and shitty in this world. Now dodo and devil/angel are watching ‘the hangover’ and bugsy ‘s gone for a session. Lifes great in NIT-W and phoenix is signing off.
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