I realise I haven't updated properly for a long time.
This is because I'm so homesick, all my creativity has drained out of me. The sucky weather may also have something to do with it.
When I write again, you shall know I'm happy.
19.7.09
7.7.09
27.6.09
Things to do before leaving Calcutta.
1. Visit all my favourite restaurants, one by one.
2. Oly, Silver Grill and Someplace.
3. Buy useless stationary at Oxford.
4. Watch the sun set from the outside terrace.
5. Spend the night at Jahnavi's and go on the roof one last time.
6. Eat hot buttered toast and tea at Vikram's.
7. Go to the lakes and see if they're actually beautiful or just hyped up.
8. Go to Shormi's little picture perfect house and play the piano.
9. Win a game of foosball.
10. Smoke the bong and play that board game with Shourjo and Jayatri.
11. Get everyone together and play articulate.
12. Eat as much of Bouchi's mango ice cream as possible.
13. Steal some more books from Jahnavi J.
14. Steal some more clothes from Jahnavi G.
15. One last sleepover at Min's with Pupu.
16. Go out for early morning cha with Siddharth and Aditya and Vikram.
17. Spend a day at Tolly swimming and eating pancakes and strolling around the golf course looking for graves.
18. Spend the night at Tanvi's and fall asleep by ten like I always do.
19. Sit in the garden with all my building friends.
20. Hug and kiss Mama as often as possible.
21. Watch My Fair Lady, Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice with Dida.
22. Buy even more clothes.
23. Go to Victoria Memorial and feed apples to the horses.
24. Walk barefoot around Birla Mandir.
25. Steak and french fries at CCFC.
26. One last game of dota with Siddharth, Aditya, Vikram, Varun. And Jayatri.
27. Convince Pud Kaka to let me drive down that grassy lane near Alipore.
28. Say goodbye to Ringo.
29. Get one last haircut from Bridget.
30. Play 70s pop songs on the Alipore piano.
31. Go to Thakuma's little library room and smell the books.
32. Sleep on her bed under the mosquito net.
33. Ring doorbells of all the Kusum flats and run away.
34. Take lots of photographs of everyone and everything.
35. Say goodbye to Pokey the Cactus.
36. Watch a meaningless commercialised movie at Forum (preferably Wolverine)
37. Get Siddharth to drive really fast on the flyover into Red Road, roll down the window and stick my head out.
38. Play Dead or Alive on Varun's Xbox.
39. Watch Disney movies with Minnie.
40. Spend as much time as possible in my room.
41. Go for a tram ride.
42. See if I can get the T2 delivered to Delhi everyday.
43. Nut corners at Kookie Jar.
44. Go to Vidyasagar Setu and see what the fuss is all about.
45. Breakfast at Flury's.
46. Be as happy as I've ever been.
The sadness, when it finally comes, can wait. I don't want it now.
2. Oly, Silver Grill and Someplace.
3. Buy useless stationary at Oxford.
4. Watch the sun set from the outside terrace.
5. Spend the night at Jahnavi's and go on the roof one last time.
6. Eat hot buttered toast and tea at Vikram's.
7. Go to the lakes and see if they're actually beautiful or just hyped up.
8. Go to Shormi's little picture perfect house and play the piano.
9. Win a game of foosball.
10. Smoke the bong and play that board game with Shourjo and Jayatri.
11. Get everyone together and play articulate.
12. Eat as much of Bouchi's mango ice cream as possible.
13. Steal some more books from Jahnavi J.
14. Steal some more clothes from Jahnavi G.
15. One last sleepover at Min's with Pupu.
16. Go out for early morning cha with Siddharth and Aditya and Vikram.
17. Spend a day at Tolly swimming and eating pancakes and strolling around the golf course looking for graves.
18. Spend the night at Tanvi's and fall asleep by ten like I always do.
19. Sit in the garden with all my building friends.
20. Hug and kiss Mama as often as possible.
21. Watch My Fair Lady, Sense and Sensibility and Pride and Prejudice with Dida.
22. Buy even more clothes.
23. Go to Victoria Memorial and feed apples to the horses.
24. Walk barefoot around Birla Mandir.
25. Steak and french fries at CCFC.
26. One last game of dota with Siddharth, Aditya, Vikram, Varun. And Jayatri.
27. Convince Pud Kaka to let me drive down that grassy lane near Alipore.
28. Say goodbye to Ringo.
29. Get one last haircut from Bridget.
30. Play 70s pop songs on the Alipore piano.
31. Go to Thakuma's little library room and smell the books.
32. Sleep on her bed under the mosquito net.
33. Ring doorbells of all the Kusum flats and run away.
34. Take lots of photographs of everyone and everything.
35. Say goodbye to Pokey the Cactus.
36. Watch a meaningless commercialised movie at Forum (preferably Wolverine)
37. Get Siddharth to drive really fast on the flyover into Red Road, roll down the window and stick my head out.
38. Play Dead or Alive on Varun's Xbox.
39. Watch Disney movies with Minnie.
40. Spend as much time as possible in my room.
41. Go for a tram ride.
42. See if I can get the T2 delivered to Delhi everyday.
43. Nut corners at Kookie Jar.
44. Go to Vidyasagar Setu and see what the fuss is all about.
45. Breakfast at Flury's.
46. Be as happy as I've ever been.
The sadness, when it finally comes, can wait. I don't want it now.
25.6.09
22.6.09
T2 Part 2.
This is very funny. Seriously.
Remember in one of my posts, I was talking about the T2 girl? Anyway, after T2 girl called me and the documented conversation occurred and she told me she'd give me a time, I got a text from a number saying, "Trish, is ten am tomorrow ok with you?"
Naturally I assumed it was T2 girl .
So I sent her a text saying I'd let her know. Later that night, I texted the number saying would they come to my house to take the photograph. I think I've already mentioned this before- T2 girl sent a very rude text back saying that she would meet me at St Xaviers at ten.
Anyway, like I said, I fell asleep so it never happened.
AFTER that, I got a strange text from T2 girl asking "whether the office (was) open". Naturally, I was confused. What office was she talking about? The Telegraph Office? So I sent her a very polite text asking her what office she was referring to. The reply I got was highly insulting. Apparently it was the Xaviers office and apparently I was a fool/moron/something. I was so surprised by the rudeness of T2 girl that I didn't reply. Then I got a phone call from her where she spoke to me about college offices very rudely.
I was extremely glad that I hadn't gone to take that stupid picture. I fervently hoped T2 girl's article would be pictureless.
Two days later, I called Jayatri for Joey's number. She gave me a number and I called it and T2 girl's name popped up on the screen. What a strange coincidence.
So I called Jayatri back and told her she'd given me the wrong number- either she knew T2 girl and gave me her number instead of Joey's by mistake or she actually changed a digit by accident and by some huge horrible coincidence, it was T2 girl's number.
I was convinced that I'd never escape T2 girl. We were bound together forever.
But Jayatri insisted it was Joey's number so I called again and T2 girl picked up. And then for the first time, I realised that the voice was familiar. I'd heard it over and over again in Elective English class, squealing over Auden and abusing Yeats. I'd heard it pass snide comments about people in the school corridor. I'd heard it repeatedly drawing the world's attention to the size of my nose.
T2 girl was Joey.
I sat and explained the whole story to Joey who laughed.
Two days later I got a call from a different number. It was T2 girl. She spoke very politely and asked me to go to South City for a photoshoot along with Aditya, Vikram and Siddharth. So we went. Not Siddharth because he had to go for his Art of Living class where he has to breathe for three hours at a stretch in order to get rid of all the toxins in his body (he puts them all back as soon as class is over) But I took Saptarshi instead.
The photographer took the photos (to my relief, T2 girl wasn't there) and we all looked like morons.
This is the end of the T2 saga.
Remember in one of my posts, I was talking about the T2 girl? Anyway, after T2 girl called me and the documented conversation occurred and she told me she'd give me a time, I got a text from a number saying, "Trish, is ten am tomorrow ok with you?"
Naturally I assumed it was T2 girl .
So I sent her a text saying I'd let her know. Later that night, I texted the number saying would they come to my house to take the photograph. I think I've already mentioned this before- T2 girl sent a very rude text back saying that she would meet me at St Xaviers at ten.
Anyway, like I said, I fell asleep so it never happened.
AFTER that, I got a strange text from T2 girl asking "whether the office (was) open". Naturally, I was confused. What office was she talking about? The Telegraph Office? So I sent her a very polite text asking her what office she was referring to. The reply I got was highly insulting. Apparently it was the Xaviers office and apparently I was a fool/moron/something. I was so surprised by the rudeness of T2 girl that I didn't reply. Then I got a phone call from her where she spoke to me about college offices very rudely.
I was extremely glad that I hadn't gone to take that stupid picture. I fervently hoped T2 girl's article would be pictureless.
Two days later, I called Jayatri for Joey's number. She gave me a number and I called it and T2 girl's name popped up on the screen. What a strange coincidence.
So I called Jayatri back and told her she'd given me the wrong number- either she knew T2 girl and gave me her number instead of Joey's by mistake or she actually changed a digit by accident and by some huge horrible coincidence, it was T2 girl's number.
I was convinced that I'd never escape T2 girl. We were bound together forever.
But Jayatri insisted it was Joey's number so I called again and T2 girl picked up. And then for the first time, I realised that the voice was familiar. I'd heard it over and over again in Elective English class, squealing over Auden and abusing Yeats. I'd heard it pass snide comments about people in the school corridor. I'd heard it repeatedly drawing the world's attention to the size of my nose.
T2 girl was Joey.
I sat and explained the whole story to Joey who laughed.
Two days later I got a call from a different number. It was T2 girl. She spoke very politely and asked me to go to South City for a photoshoot along with Aditya, Vikram and Siddharth. So we went. Not Siddharth because he had to go for his Art of Living class where he has to breathe for three hours at a stretch in order to get rid of all the toxins in his body (he puts them all back as soon as class is over) But I took Saptarshi instead.
The photographer took the photos (to my relief, T2 girl wasn't there) and we all looked like morons.
This is the end of the T2 saga.
Hopefully.
20.6.09
18.6.09
Haircuts.
I was just scrolling through my blog, reading all my old posts, when I came across an interesting one I'd written on haircuts.
The theory I was propagating was this: Once you get a haircut, your life will change. But it has to be DIFFERENT- not the Joey/Shalmi type.
I'm more convinced than ever about this because I've experienced it firsthand. After ISC, I went to Bridget Jones' parlour and I got a haircut. That was the first time I went to Bridget and I solemnly vow I'm never going to anyone else as long as I live. She identified my hair problem straight away (it's too straight and limp) and explained how she was going to correct it (lots of layers, Trisha) and as I sat there, in that swivel chair, I felt safe. Not only safe, but contented.
I was right to trust her. That was a seriously awsome haircut.
This is what happened to me after:
1) I embarked on my Amazing Holiday. Granted it was planned way before the haircut, but it would have been much less Amazing with that old limp hair.
2) I came back home and suddenly there were lots of boys running after me. And by lots, I mean at least four. Without exaggeration. Now, this has caused problems on its own because quite honestly, I am attracted to no one. None of them are particularly hot/intelligent/charming/Mr Darcyish so I spend most of my time running away from them like a startled fawn. Or a thundering elephant, according to my father. Whatever. But it's done wonders for my ego and let's face it, I suffer from such low self esteem this could only be a good thing.
3) I did extremely well in ISC. Like seriously. I kicked ass. I'm now considered the most intelligent member in the family (on both sides). This is not really an achievement since my mother's side is full of self righteous Bengalis- for example, I have an uncle who apparently believes he is the Prince of Purulia and my father's side is full of weird alcoholics and druggies who are all too busy marrying and divorcing to bother with intellectual achievement. But still. When you look at the number of people belonging to my extended families (all my great grandparents must have been very fond of sex), it is quite an achievement.
Granted, ISC was BEFORE I got my haircut. But the results- which were the sweetest part- came after. So ha.
4) My nose has gone smaller. Seriously. At least, it looks smaller. At least three people have told me this. Now, when I look at myself in the mirror, if I'm having a good day, I catch an occasional glimpse of my eyes or mouth. It's not always All Nose.
5) There are actually many more points but unfortunately, since this is a semi public forum, I can't put them down because they're too juicy. Haha.
So, once again, I repeat the theory I'm going to live by for the rest of my life. Good Haircuts Change Lives. (Bad haircuts change lives too but in a different way)
Yesterday, Tanvi came over to go through some stuff for the JU entrance exam. In the evening, once we were done, I dragged her off to Bridget so I could get another haircut. She sat reading Browning and I confidently (I've never had such confidence in a hairdresser before) sat myself in the swivel chair.
Bridget came and asked me whether I had anything in mind.
"No, I trust you," I said, smiling beatifically.
She started snipping my hair.
Once again, my faith in her has been justified. It's a good haircut.
I look forward to new changes in my life.
The theory I was propagating was this: Once you get a haircut, your life will change. But it has to be DIFFERENT- not the Joey/Shalmi type.
I'm more convinced than ever about this because I've experienced it firsthand. After ISC, I went to Bridget Jones' parlour and I got a haircut. That was the first time I went to Bridget and I solemnly vow I'm never going to anyone else as long as I live. She identified my hair problem straight away (it's too straight and limp) and explained how she was going to correct it (lots of layers, Trisha) and as I sat there, in that swivel chair, I felt safe. Not only safe, but contented.
I was right to trust her. That was a seriously awsome haircut.
This is what happened to me after:
1) I embarked on my Amazing Holiday. Granted it was planned way before the haircut, but it would have been much less Amazing with that old limp hair.
2) I came back home and suddenly there were lots of boys running after me. And by lots, I mean at least four. Without exaggeration. Now, this has caused problems on its own because quite honestly, I am attracted to no one. None of them are particularly hot/intelligent/charming/Mr Darcyish so I spend most of my time running away from them like a startled fawn. Or a thundering elephant, according to my father. Whatever. But it's done wonders for my ego and let's face it, I suffer from such low self esteem this could only be a good thing.
3) I did extremely well in ISC. Like seriously. I kicked ass. I'm now considered the most intelligent member in the family (on both sides). This is not really an achievement since my mother's side is full of self righteous Bengalis- for example, I have an uncle who apparently believes he is the Prince of Purulia and my father's side is full of weird alcoholics and druggies who are all too busy marrying and divorcing to bother with intellectual achievement. But still. When you look at the number of people belonging to my extended families (all my great grandparents must have been very fond of sex), it is quite an achievement.
Granted, ISC was BEFORE I got my haircut. But the results- which were the sweetest part- came after. So ha.
4) My nose has gone smaller. Seriously. At least, it looks smaller. At least three people have told me this. Now, when I look at myself in the mirror, if I'm having a good day, I catch an occasional glimpse of my eyes or mouth. It's not always All Nose.
5) There are actually many more points but unfortunately, since this is a semi public forum, I can't put them down because they're too juicy. Haha.
So, once again, I repeat the theory I'm going to live by for the rest of my life. Good Haircuts Change Lives. (Bad haircuts change lives too but in a different way)
Yesterday, Tanvi came over to go through some stuff for the JU entrance exam. In the evening, once we were done, I dragged her off to Bridget so I could get another haircut. She sat reading Browning and I confidently (I've never had such confidence in a hairdresser before) sat myself in the swivel chair.
Bridget came and asked me whether I had anything in mind.
"No, I trust you," I said, smiling beatifically.
She started snipping my hair.
Once again, my faith in her has been justified. It's a good haircut.
I look forward to new changes in my life.
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