eOne of the few posts I have to associate with dipassionately...
Anyways, here's where you get the NITW RESULTS 2009 -
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
'CHAL SEENU' - AN APPLAUSE TO SEENU POINT
12 midnight. I'm done with a session of rummaging through my notes amidst blaring dB levels from noise created by metal from the adjacent room. It's hot, and I need water...
Why is the water always gone?
;-)
My brain quickly chucks the idea. Thirst is postponed temporarily.
Alighting from my bed, I work my way through the corridor for a moment by the joey, to find a spectator in a dog that has found the bathroom the best place to chill! Very economical - rats abound for the belly and a clogged drainage for tequila - But I wonder how they stand the ammonia in the air...
Anyways, this is when I usually barge into 8-3-16, making my presence felt with a 'CHALO SEENU!'
30 minutes later...
I'm high already. Time for the next bout of mugging. It would only be a couple of hours from now when I would enter dreamland.
5 30 am:
I wake up to my alarm that goes - 'We don't need no education...'
I need another dose of Seenu. I search my wallet for Rs 5 (which would buy me a cup of tea and two biscuits). All I have is a Rs 500 note. It would do no good. Classic example of water, water everywhere and yet not a drop to drink! I try my roomie's wallet - not a penny in here either. I rush to room number 7-1-5 where I find Abhinav doing his upside-down yogic asana. I ask for some change. Still vertically inverted, he directs me to where he keeps his cash. I latch on to a fistful of coins; mumbling a thank-you, tickle him on his belly; he can't bear the merriment that translates into giggles - he loses balance and curses at me even as I hear a thud, and hurriedly make my way to the compound wall that needs crossing. Seenu, here I come! keep that kettle simmering...
6 15 am:
Once you're on the other side of the wall, everything looks rosy as you walk through some 50 metres to the much talked about 'Seenu Point'.
The nip in the morning air is a turn-on. To my left, women drawing rangolis at the entrances to dwellings which look more like shops (dukaan and makaan rhyme, don't they?), and three girls drawing their hopscotch ground in the middle of the road with the same rice flour...then you have that man dressed up real funny- in a costume that my friend Seenu says, helps him climb those coconut trees. Anyways, he's the one we go to for coconut-water at noon. Cocks being chased by dogs who seeing you, get distracted - come wagging their tails to exercise their sense of smell...
Why is the water always gone?
;-)
My brain quickly chucks the idea. Thirst is postponed temporarily.
Alighting from my bed, I work my way through the corridor for a moment by the joey, to find a spectator in a dog that has found the bathroom the best place to chill! Very economical - rats abound for the belly and a clogged drainage for tequila - But I wonder how they stand the ammonia in the air...
Anyways, this is when I usually barge into 8-3-16, making my presence felt with a 'CHALO SEENU!'
30 minutes later...
I'm high already. Time for the next bout of mugging. It would only be a couple of hours from now when I would enter dreamland.
5 30 am:
I wake up to my alarm that goes - 'We don't need no education...'
I need another dose of Seenu. I search my wallet for Rs 5 (which would buy me a cup of tea and two biscuits). All I have is a Rs 500 note. It would do no good. Classic example of water, water everywhere and yet not a drop to drink! I try my roomie's wallet - not a penny in here either. I rush to room number 7-1-5 where I find Abhinav doing his upside-down yogic asana. I ask for some change. Still vertically inverted, he directs me to where he keeps his cash. I latch on to a fistful of coins; mumbling a thank-you, tickle him on his belly; he can't bear the merriment that translates into giggles - he loses balance and curses at me even as I hear a thud, and hurriedly make my way to the compound wall that needs crossing. Seenu, here I come! keep that kettle simmering...
6 15 am:
Once you're on the other side of the wall, everything looks rosy as you walk through some 50 metres to the much talked about 'Seenu Point'.
The nip in the morning air is a turn-on. To my left, women drawing rangolis at the entrances to dwellings which look more like shops (dukaan and makaan rhyme, don't they?), and three girls drawing their hopscotch ground in the middle of the road with the same rice flour...then you have that man dressed up real funny- in a costume that my friend Seenu says, helps him climb those coconut trees. Anyways, he's the one we go to for coconut-water at noon. Cocks being chased by dogs who seeing you, get distracted - come wagging their tails to exercise their sense of smell...
And when you finally get there - the thatched hut where Seenu has all his cookies, chaai, 'cakes', ciggies and cool drinks for you to choose from - with the morning ginger tea topping the list - The simmering potion is poured into a glass with elan and what is pushed into my hand is a 4 rupee wonder recipe that sis, even you can't beat! Challenge, what say?
I sip - and like magic, all propagation delays are accounted for, and an active high clear signal is sent to my neural flip flops...
And I am all 'set' for the day.
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