Why Random Trips Work...

Its been long since i wrote out my heart here. And yes, this first line has been a never-ending cliche but nonetheless a good way to start my posts.

Random Trips make up a heap of the otherwise-never ending routine called College. And though, with all the last minute detailing that gets into them they are left far from random, everybody loves a good trip. The Girls like it when its short and at a time when there are plentiful of excuses to give at home, the bunkers depend on these trips to get their connect up with the class again, and the Boys, well....They just love Trips.

However, originating from a very cheap class who are at the will to spend a grand on a project but just above a dime on something they enjoy has its own drawbacks, In other words, even if you have a rich dad, there's no way you're going to save up money in BMM. We often end up calling ourselves Cheap, but there's a lot going into coining that term.

Coming back to the daunting task of saving up for a trip. Once the accounts have been made and the group realises that each one can spend nothing more than 300 bucks, we already have our destination marked. While in most cases Manori happens to win hands down, a few brave folk have also ventured as far as Daman (when the booze is cheap, why worry where to sleep?).

Now since these trips happen to work out only when the semester's about to end, we're sure to get the necessary crowd (10 upwards always works out better for splitting the room charges) and as they say, 'the more the merrier', specially when the barrel's rolling.

What happens from the time we enter our rooms though is a matter of sworn secrecy. OK, i'll admit it isn't sworn, but its still a secret. Its known by many, but still unspoken. You can take a guess now and there are slim chances of you being anywhere far from bullsey

The best part, however, or atleast according to me is the amount of time these trips allow you to be by yourself. In a spur of  moment, you can get all chatty with people you bitch about, and in the next you can enjoy the fleeting sea breeze all by yourself. After all, its not a holiday if you ain't got it to yourself!

Anyways, as always we have the gorgeous beach to ourselves too, and the water never looks as inviting as it may seem after a hard night if you know what i mean. A nice decent game of footy is what follows, and in due time, people are seen complaining of their respective tans and how horrible they look. That my friends is when we retire for the day and start the slow and steady journey home.

For me the return has always been the hardest, you know, when you're out all of a sudden, just getting that incredible adrenalin-like rush of independence, and doing things your way, the return just makes you feel like shit. It brings to mind the painful journey in a creaky local train back home. It reminds you that you're back to the routine. (When were you out of it anyways? Half a Day?)

While memories often keeps these trips fresh, Nostalgia hits hard. After all, when you'll be so rich as to spend a couple of days at an end instead of one, you won't have the same weird, unshaven pain-in-the-ass friends with you. :D

 

Some Little-Big Festival I spoke about..

More than a week has passed since the most talked about festival, (In my facebook account atleast) having passed. Mixed emotions had previously prevailed and still do. Stuff like, "what now, Brian?", "Your three years are done" kept moving through my mind. More so as I saw my fellow comrades from the '09 version of the very popular fest (Yes, you should realize by now, I am trying to write the post without mentioning the very name of the festival).

The three days this time around carried the same little powerful concoction of love,quarrels, oodles of sweat, energy drinks and a few good showers of rain. As a proud third year, I made sure I was at hand all the time, but only stepped in for a bit of damage control. Reason being, no matter how much i wanted, the 2010 version just wasn't my fest. I mean, i still cared about this mammoth of a media-mash but this year, there were people who cared much much more. Who probably shed more tears and blood getting into it than i may have ever done even in my three years as that huge dodgy security volunteer.

Again, as much as i would want to give a day-by-day synopsis of my first love, I shouldn't do so as it would probably spoil the reason behind this post anyway.

I can only say that as i sat there as one of the many in the crowd of white T-shirts (some with ugly brown patches and some with really sweaty armpits) waiting for the Chairperson (A junior I love and Adore, Tushar)to speak, I could only have preserved this moment for eternity. After all, Last Polaris Man (There I said it!) Its probably atleast another 5 years before I can return to this platform as an eager judge, or a Rich and smiling sponsor. Before that happened, i wanted to get in all i can. I probably gave bear hugs to 60-odd people in that hour. I sank into tears and was laughing wholeheartedly right in the next moment. One moment I loved Sudu for something, the next moment I cursed him for eating into the Chairperson's speech.

But there was nothing, nothing at all that could stop me from being a proud BMM Wilsonian that particular night. Nothing could help me stop grinning, even the fact that I had to catch a bus to Mahabaleshwar in about 6 hours time, nor the fact that my body was aching in weird places i never knew existed.

Thats the magic my friends, THAT is exactly what happens when you give in your all. You just sit down and take it in, ONE last time.

My return from Salalah and other non-important subjects

Wheww. Salalah was Fun. Specially when your first week involved being diagnosed with a Stomach problem diagnosed only because of excruciating Stomach pains on being administered a dose of Epsum Salt which was meant to clear the Stomach in the first place. Well that had a somewhat happy ending too, as I had my first experience of being on Saline and a bland diet which only helped my mom think up of tantalizing recipes for fish ands chicken made entirely oil-free and with very few spices.

The Mid-evening and Late-Night escapades were fun, considering the fact that most of my school friends now have Omani Driving Licenses along with Cars they actually drive! Well THAT only shows me where i stand on the Status List today, and i must confess, besides BMM, i have nothing to present to the world. Maybe a pack of Gulf-Imported Galaxy. Just That.

Mornings were terribly boring as i had to keep company to my pet parrot, a literal pain in my huge little backside. My Dad really loves him which is probably why he stuck around so much anyways.

I had this really nice routine done up for me where i decided to watch one movie from the Oceans' series every night, three-days-in-a-row. I realised with disgust why a Badmaash Company couldn't even get close to this wonder of a series. I also fell in love with Detective Beckett and the "Castle" series. Hoping to get my hands on a season soon.

With all this fun and merry-making you can bet your ass off I was missing Mumbai and the beautiful and sexy people who live here who have the privilege to be called "Brian's Friends" :D (Yes that was lame). I felt a little dagger stab me oh-so-softly when i realised i would be a week late for college. It was good the same dagger didn't show up when i learnt of my diet-to-be for the next one year. I would have probably pulled that dagger out and thrown it at the Doc. instead (The Bugger charged around 8k JUST for his first sitting).

Anyways, i returned to Mumbai two days back, on the 16th....and life which seemed would get better, is actually not. I seem really bored in classes, and something's probably gone wrong somewhere. Just waiting to figure out what. If you are an inquisitive classmate of mine and probably know what's bugging me, please write in at my e-mail id. I really need to get a hang of this unworldy flu.

I Love my Class.

As i enter the fourth semester in my ever hectic Mass Media Course at Wilson College. I brace for four months of crazyitivity, awesomeness, and "randi"-giri. I could've not been any more happier than i am now. I feel reassured that I took the right steps by entering wilson for studies. I feel stronger. The kind of feeling that rises from within.

Much of that, i'm sure, is not because of me. No, its DEFINITELY not me. Its the other people i chose to call classmates. Phuck. Classmates seems to official a word. For people who know you inside out. These groups of people give you so much reassurance! I've got diet advice, fashion advice, food advice, Girl-charming-lessons, and God knows what not from these people.

And as the rather eventful season of College Festivals begins. I can only dream of how much more close ill get to these maslims. These bo bantai bamai phucks. And i'm waiting. Im waiting for those moments of bliss. A Crowd coming together to support their Phucked-up contingent. A Band playing on stage, together, for the first time. A group of talented phucks putting up an awesome act. Not only because of the joy of winning. More so because of the togetherness those rare-to-occur moments will generate. As the title obviously says, "I Love My Class". ANd i will screw anyone who messes up with 'em. This is the first tym that i have actually been a part of a group for quite a long time without being kicked out, and i'm on a high.

As i sat in Mckenzie today, i could only think of how many more long afternoon-turned-evenings would we be spending in that place. And it definitely felt very promising.

So here's to my next semester, my college, my colleagues, and one hell of a mad-capped class......

Long Tym....We dont have no sunshine!

Long time since i posted i know....

This creative block i had,

It got going very slow....

Polaris was great,

Just freakin Awesome...

What happened after that,

was nonetheless cumbersome.

College is going fine,

Sy has finally started,

Sudu has given up all,

And Soni had her great fall.

Projects till now arent so great,

though the effort put in was lovely,

who said they cant decide our fate,

Their effort put in showed clearly.

Festivals appear on the horizon,

The time for faces to blacken.

Hoping competition brings out the best,

I definitely am ready for the test.

For now am happy with my group of friends,

My social status is evolving so they're no dead ends

Certainly looking forward to the rest of college,

to learn everything except pure knowledge...

Ek kaam...Polaris ke naam!

Come the month of june..
and a certain group of BMM students shall be heard singing a new song..
The lyrics have already been put together...
The theme is fixed on "Never say Never"..
Unique individuals shall lend their voices,
to ensure inclusion of ONLY the right choices...

The groundwork is amazing..
Something that people at the Moffice will "hopefully" keep praising.. :D
I don't say that it'll be something hatke...
But Its gotta have some Jhatke-Matke...
After all we're Wilson BMM and we're cheap...
and luckily enough, thats not our reason to weep........

The CP has a dedicated soul..
He's someone who's definitely gonna make some heads roll...
Its not that we'll be giving volunteers the pink slip..
But again, we never said we won't use a whip........
About the Two DCPs, the less said the better..
One's a man of few words, and the other's ironically sweeter..
Three hot-heads down......8 more to go.....
Defining them isn't all so-so......
I'm thus doin you all a favour....
By not letting out our committee's flavor.......

Coming to the Tys, they're a bunch as sweet as ever...
They've done a Polaris...and so we're expecting them to be clever..
They've had their moments.....and they should have some more.... :D

So here we come with Polaris '09.....
hoping that we do well.....
to ring many a bell....
taking the "blitz" of bmm on a wild "detour", while keeping in mind our "Copyrights" and definitely our "Lakshya", not to forget our sole existence of "02"

Cheerios to my readers.....and lastly....... HAIL Polaris!

Frends.....

I thought coming to Mumbai would help me make a lot more friends of the trustable kind. But I don't know why but my mind simply can't accept a lot of vibes from a lotta people?? But maybe its because i've grown up in an environment where i've had the same grup of frends, the same seniors, and yes, of course................the same school.

But even in that case, my soul has gelled up pretty well with a select few. Consisting, of course, primarily, of my hostel mates (My Lifeline), a handful of the opposite sex (coz calling them "gurl-frends" dosent make justice) and yes a good lot of in-class-same-mindset male frends. I wanted to have sum more, but I guess a lot of frns puts u in a muddle..... But I should say, the few frens tht I've made too can be really counted upon and i can seem to put a specified amt. of trust in them.

But Besides that, I'm kind of waiting to return to salalah and click with my old cliche.......for old times sake.............! :)

The people I call "FRIENDS"

U know i sometimes feel as if i'ma lone man fightin the world alone,But thats exactly the time that my friends enter..........Now these are extremely gud guys,in fact they couldn't get better. I really can express my feelings with them, share experiences, jokes and a whole lotta thingz. So I just wanna tell ppl out ther. Friends mean a lot......choose them carefully and cash in on them.It'll be worth It.