An unusual Saturday

So a Saturday night, and no party on the first floor of the TSTMR. (Although this is a extremely constrained definition of the word ‘party’ that has come to have developed here.) With a pretty empty Sunday up ahead as well. That’s gotta be a first for a long time here :-/

Finished with Chapter II of Flirty’s Introduction to Bollywood course: Katha. It’s a haraami film to be honest…and it shows haraami-panti pays as well (I’m kinda not surprised that Flirty loved it 😛 ) But at least it had a relatively happy ending with Naseeruddin Shah getting married to the pretty girl in the end….so there is some justice in the world! More than the movie, really loved the peek into 1982 Mumbai. The chawl setting was just perfect. Even though the closest I’ve lived to in a chawl is annual visits to Shastri Hall, but seemed like all of aaji’s stories and PuLa Deshpande plays a la Batatyachi Chaal were set right here. Some scenes were downright cute ‘behave like a 1982 ki ladki’, the party at a place which looked like one of the buildings opposite Marine Drive with Goldspot and Limca bottles, the reverence with which a television set is treated etc. The water troubles, the rationing, the scenes at the bus stand were one’s totally associatable. It was almost as if the movie was made to provide someone with a glimpse into the world 30 years later. An excellent history lesson indeed 🙂

Apart from this, the last couple of days have been all about reviewing of CV’s, and boy do they need some reviewing or what! Not to mention requests  to verify them online every time you take a nap! Also took some mock interviews today…..turned out better than I thought it’d! Still no classes yet, 3 courses haven’t even begun yet. I forsee a repeat of August post the SIP 😮

As usual it’s almost daylight as I contemplate going off to sleep. I glance into the corridor as I bid the Ghissand alvida…he’s off to Kolkata to visit his girlfriend for a day and all the usual suspects have their lights on: MyMan, Bhaiyya, Randy (although he sleeps with the lights on so doesn’t count) and yours truly. There is a mix of drunk and weeded desi’s and firaangs at Bishuda’s. Another week with nothing on the horizon beckons. Oh well, time to live it up somehow!

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The beginning of the end?

Prelude:

I swore when I was heading here in the train this term that I wanted to do something this term. And so I decided to blog everyday. Which I have now reframed as blog regularly. 😛

So far I’ve never written about day to day experiences. But this is probably the coolest period of life, and I love looking back at  things later, so this is now for some time, a chronicle of what happens over the next 6 months in the hallowed portals (super cheesy cliche #1 for the night 🙂  ) that I currently reside in and inspired by everyone’s favourite Bhaiyya’s blog. 2 terms to go, hence the title of the post.

So coming back to business

So another night has passed with zero output. Random chatting in this room and that, with different people doing different things. Spoke to Bhaiyya and Switzerland after their drama rehearsal. With The Bull and The Jamaican after god knows what. Discussed a case study with Mr. Pelam-Pal and Shehenshah which I wasn’t even doing. Read about 20 pages of Rajgopalchari’s The Mahabharata. Washed my socks. And boom! It’s 6 30 am. And Bishu-da hasn’t even come back to campus for the term yet. Not the most efficient start to the term to say the least. :-/

Prior to this, spent half the morning lolling (that’s a word, no red squiggly line!) around in bed. Also finished Chapter 1 (Prahar, 1991) of my Introduction to Bollywood course taught by Flirty. Started on a fitness regimen. And Father sneaked me in to the welcome dinner for the exchange students despite the tragic story of my buddy, so that was fun. And and and……and that is it.

Jamshedpur is pretty in the mornings. Awesome-mausam is Pelam-pal says. The air is heavy with the morning dew, a light drizzle seems imminent, the temperature is just perfect. Such a shame to need to go to bed at this hour.

The problem with free time is that you only value it when it’s not there. Life is meandering along, the to-do list grows longer and longer and you sometimes want to pause and think about the hopelessness of it all.  I shall stop before I feel the urge to get poetic 😛