Back to the desert.

Mess food. Sweltering heat. Dusty muddy rooms.does it ring a bell? Yeah, it does. I am back to college. The first day started off with a long boring speech about cycles, hall of learning and "inverters", and yeah a bit of the Ram Sethu controversy thrown in with information about 'floating rocks'. The only thing I'll remember about today is the HEAT. The Goddamn heat!

I moved back into my room, which was made inhabitable thanks to my aunt. Well, on the bright side, there were no dead pigeons in my room.It was fun to see all my friends back and tired from cleaning the room. I heard that the curly haired girl had cobwebs in her hair!Missed that one, as I was lounging in Usha Anty's house eating fish, my last morsels of home food.

We got our Course curriculum, along with another spiral bound book with weird stuff like, No eveteasing, no indiscipline, which is considered by most as a waste of bamboo, like you know, paper.(For the slow ones, paper's made of bamboo, so by wasting paper, you waste bamboo).Guess it's time to get used to living in this dump!

I attacked the McD in Ahmedabad with vengeance,only to figure that the one here is well and truly running! Well, you can make that the story of my life. Will be back with more crap. ciao

Life must go on...............

Yeah, it has been two years since my life was shattered. Nothing else that happened after that cataclysmic event really matters…Zero, Zilch, and Nada. Things that seemed strange or even absurd back then seem very normal right now. Do I miss the life I had back then? I don’t know, maybe I do deserve this. Hell yes, I miss that life, I miss her. Imagine having no one to share your little secrets with, imagine having no shoulder to cry on, imagine no one to cook fantabulous Brett Lee (Butter) Chicken and Coconut Rice for you. Imagine having a hole in your gut, well, this is a thousand times more horrible. The worst of all is having no one to call ‘Amma’, or as I put it, “Ben”.
Law School, she wanted to see me in one. Yet I feel like here I don’t belong here, like this is not meant to be.
I hate the day it happened, the day the hour and even the minute. Worst of all, the memories that I associate with those days, the pain, the anguish, the sense of being lost. The nightmares I still wake up to some nights, well make that, most nights. When I got my CLAT result, it was like I got a blow on my head. The person with whom I wanted to party, the one whom I wanted to see on my convocation day, well, just not there anymore. That day, when my other friends were happy, were partying for me, I was lost. I was in tears. I was surrounded by people, yet I felt lonely. I was frustrated. I still am. I lost her, in fact we lost her, Daddy and I. I wish I had been the one, and not her.
People say things; they say she’d be watching over me. They say she’s proud of me. I don’t think so. Not after what I did in law school. Never. It would have killed her to know what I did. It would have been her worst nightmare. I let my friends down. She’d have never forgiven me for that. I know I disappointed her. I just do. I hate myself for that. I could kill myself for that. After this, I can never be the daughter she wanted me to be.
She loved white lilies, just like I do. She was intelligent, smart and beautiful. She loved to read a habit which passed onto me. She was fascinated by the Constitution, just like I am. Law never failed to amaze and enthrall her; it does the same to me. She was perfect. She lived her life to the fullest. She loved me more than anything in this whole world. I’ll always love her.
No matter what I do in life, that’s assuming my tiny academically inactive brain lets me do anything, no matter what I achieve, that’s also subject to the conditions of my academically non functioning brain, I will always have no one to tell. No one, absolutely.
I lost my mum. Exactly one year and 10 odd months later, I lost my best friend. The whole in my gut just got bigger. Way bigger. The suddenly got a lot more lonlier.
Here’s a little lyric from a Sugababes song, I thought would be the perfect way to end this post:
“I was dumb, I was wrong
I let you down,
Now I know what I feel about you.
Can we bring yesterday back around?
Now I know what I feel about you.”
I know sounds strange coming from ‘Sugababes’, but it kind of completes the post. Ciao.

:)

It's holidays. I have been home a long week. It's fun to be back home, to do some soul searching, to find myself. I got a haircut, yeah my hair's really short now! Yup! I wanted to do something radical to my bushy hair! So my hair is like just above my shoulders, sorta like a scifi flick movie heroine! lmao. I am high, after all I am in HIGHderabad!

EXAMS AHOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The last two three weeks of the semester...you usually find people with long faces, puffy eyes, grown beards, and basically tired, and sleepy. The Xerox section is generally clogged! The lights are on the whole night. People discover the innumerable uses of electric kettles like making soup, making horrible Sun feast Pasta,Coffee, and Maggie. You generally find clusters of people sitting in the Acad Block, or outside the mess, or around the tables in front of Papsa's Shop and the Library. Papsa's sales generally increase during the pre exam and exam period.

I am facing the end terms in less than two weeks.I am not sure what is there and what is not there in the syllabus. So it's exam time guys, and I am packing my bags and running off to my Local Guardian's place. To better food and A/C!!!!!!! Then better time once I get back to HYDERABAD on the 10th of May. I still have a week to go for the end terms, I promise I'll study as much as I can. So people no posts till I get home! It's funny, but in one of my earlier posts last year, I've written something like, If I work hard enough, I may just be writing my posts from inside a Law School! Yeah, now that's possible, I know I can do anything if I really want to. Right now, I really want to give a good end term, and finish off this miserable semester, which has taught me loads, I seriously did, on a high.

So until next time, this is Just Sneha signing off.............oh! btw for all the NLUites who read my blog,Happy end terms! and Happy holidays.

P.S.-Looking forward to the next semester, where we'll be 'SENIORS'. YaY!

The little joys of law school

1. Waking up at 7 and realizing there's no class and going back to sleep.

2. Eating Janta grilled sandwiches.

3. Seeing the word fish written on the DMD menu.

4. Discovering a Dairy Milk whilst cleaning your room.

5. Typing the last word of a memo.

6. Classes getting cancelled.

7. Rain accompanied with sandstorms.

8. Watching IPL in the mess..

9. Getting the much awaited parcel with muruku, gurjiya, and other awesome things from home.

10. Eating kettle cooked Maggie at 2 in the night..

11. Knowing people read and adore your blog.........

A 'cool' girl and her monstrous 'Cooler'-1

SATURDAY

This weekend was one of the most free weekends of this semester. It was also one of the most fulfilling. On Friday evening, I was very low, and sad. So Curly Wurly and I decided its high time to get ourselves a Cooler. So, we went to Nai Sarak and 'checked out' what was on offer. Our eyes fell on this 'local body, ISI mark motor and fan". This was our choice no.1. Then it was another auto to B-Road, and saw another shop, and decided the coolers were too huge!

By this time, there were elephants running around in my huge tummy, so Curly Wurly, put our 'mission' on hold and proceeded to her favorite pasta place, and gorged on Cheese Cutlet Sizzler and Death by Chocolate. She got Cheese pasta packed. SO now with tummyfuls of Pasta and ice cream, we went to Nai Sarak and bought the 'local body with ISI marked Motor and Fan", "NLU Standard size, 21" by 21". Two grey monsters.

SUNDAY.

Curly Wurly's frantic phone call wakes me up from my afternoon siesta. "Cooler's coming! I am in the library waiting for viva". The much awaited beauty finally arrived. But they say, things are never easy, no pain without gain, and the like, don't they? Well it so holds true in my case. The grey monster did not fit through my balcony door. Yup. It did not. So the guy said, "ask the carpenter get the door removed, put the cooler in the balcony". I called up NLU Carpenter, and asked him to come, and he said he'd turn up the next day. That fixed, I heaved a supreme sigh of relief. Little did I know my troubles were only beginning!

The cooler was fixed, the fan and the motor worked, or so we thought. I switched it off, paid the auto guy. Then I came back into my room, yes! the monster is 'in' my room and not the balcony, as it's supposed to be! I switched on the cooler, and BAM! nothing happened! NOTHING! The thnig just simply stared right back at me! Then followed what seemed like thousand phone calls, to Curly Wurly's hostelmate, to the Gate, and to the shop, I was told to wait for an hour for the guy to come and fix it up. FIX UP A BRAND NEW COOLER!

Then she walked into my room. My not so near neighbor,she switched on the cooler and happened to touch the body. ELECTRIC SHOCK! More inspections followed, by more 'experts'. This was my not so near neighbor's gyaan:
Hey, I think he gave you a fake piece. What if during August you want to switch off the pump, and 'accidentally' touch the body? Your door will be locked and no one will know." I FREAKED out! Locked my door, and bolted to SN Halls, where Curly Wurly lives!

We checked and double checked and triple checked her cooler. It was fine. I decided to kidnap her for sometime, and took her back to NGH. We were sitting in the library girl's room when, the hostel bell rang and in came the 'cooler guy'. He replaced the cooler's pump! He even touched the runnning cooler to prove that there's nothing to worry about. My heart beat, slowed. I heaved a sigh of relief! Finally. Now the cooler's sitting happily in my room, waiting for the carpenter to put her in the balcony!

I spent last night in my cool cool room, with the monster for company, and watched the Chargers comprehensively beat the Knight Riders! A happy ending to a 'pretty amazing weekend'.

Here's a post without a name. No, I am not saying there's a prize for guessing the name of this post, like you get for guessing fancy movie names.

This post is dedicated to the single most important guy in my life. He's tall, dark and handsome. He's funny, intelligent, caring, and understanding. He's been there for me all through my life, and I know he'll be there for me till whenever possible. He's given me all the things I can possibly ask for.

We've had crazy times and will have, like the time in Orissa on the beach, when we sat on the sand the whole time munching coconut, and just simply staring at the sea. The other time in the Andamans when we climbed to the top of the light house, and sang "On top of the world", at top of our voices. The midnight shopping spree in Sydney, or the crazy dancing on Ben's birthday in Goa. I can never forget the day, when you, me and thatha sat on the terrace drinking beer (sheepish grin), and watched India comprehensively beat Pakistan. The bike rides, the Sunday morning breakfasts, the long drives, the Kingfisher milds, the Ferraro Roche's, the zillions of lazy Sunday evenings spent shopping for second hand books on Abid's Roads, Oreo's, Bread and peanut butter, the terrace top barbecues, the frantic hunting throughout Hyderabad for Rawa Dosa at 11 in the night, just coz of my uncontrollable fetish to have one, weekend getaways, and just simply lazing around in the house doing nothing. The one you like the most, talking about life.....bah!, and just simply TALKING, sitting on the terrace. Or all times you used watch boring Test matches of Australia religiously, just so you can call me or wake me up when Brett comes on to bowl! The chudwa, the rasam, the shenagapappu tomato chutney, the brinjal-aloo-tomato curry, the chicken, Jamshedpur, and the Softy icecream..lol!

I love you daddy. I love the way you brought me up. I love the freedom, the trust, the knowledge you've bestowed upon me. Whatever good things I am today is because of you. I felt like killing myself when I broke your faith. I will struggle to do better, to be the best human being I can be, just like you always told me to be. I love the way you struggle to keep up the 'chocolateyness' in my life even now, or how you struggle these days to pick up the best clothes or shoes for me! I can never forget the day, last summer when we went buy me a Saree, both of us knowing nothing , nothing can ever replace those days.

You have and will always teach me the most important lessons of life. You guys taught me what love is, what trust is, what family is,what life is, I promise I'll take these and treasure these lessons and many more you'll teach me further on, throughout my life. I could not have done whatever I did till now, without you, and of course, Ben. We'll miss her forever, but will learn from her life, to live life queen life, or in your case, king size!

May the insanity, the drunkenness, the dances, the rasam, the Sasthas, CONTINUE forever and ever,

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

10 things I want to do in Life..

Most Hindi movies these days, have this one particular dialogue, where the father asks teh son,"Beta what do u want to do with your life?". The other day, I was watching Dil Chahta Hai, in which the question is posed to Amir Khan. This got me thinking, what do I wanna do with MY LIFE?

I am not really sure, what I'll do 'with' my life, but I know 10 things which I must absolutely do 'in' my life, here's the list.

1. Travel the world. From the highs of the Alps to the deserts of Egypt ,to the vineyards of Europe, to the Downs of Australia, to the clear waters of Cape Town and also the ancient monuments of Peru, go everywhere, see everything. Then come back home and still say India's the best!

2. Never lose touch with the musical part of me.

3. Skydive in the USA and Bungee Jump in New Zealand,go for a Safari in Africa,climb the Harbor Bridge of Sydney and Scuba dive in the Mariana trench.

4. Learn to speak Spanish.

5. Get a Golden Labrador, two Zebra fish, and a cat to live with.

6. Live in a white wooden house facing the sea.

7. Learn to cook , at least, three different cuisines properly.

8. Start schools for impoverished children in all parts of the world, start with D.D. Colony.

9. Read all the novels in the world, written by all possible authors.

10. Find one person, that special someone who is willing to share my crazy life, who doesn't care about my clumsy ways, and will be there for me, come what may.

My life and struggles to get all the things mentioned above will be carefully documented in this blog. All of this is open to debate and scrutiny. :). Oh yeah, there's one more thing, try to be a good lawyer and an even better person. The picture is me eating an ice gola, extremely unhealthy, well at least you know I can do anything....