It's not raining yet but I've been lying on the swing through the dust storm for a while now. I love it when the orange floodlights of the UFO institute in front of our house (thats what us Trip siblings like to call it. I have no fucking idea what it really is but there are giant ass towers and satellite dishes) are off. There's some crazy lightening ripping across the sky here but it refuses to rain. The unruly heads of the trees thrash along in slow motion with me listening to Squirrel Bait and Rhythm Pigs. I've decided to conscientiously object to studying for my entrance tomorrow. I decided I don't really want the course because I like film and I like visual culture but I cannot be fucking buggered to study Indian dances and folk forms or whatever for the exam.
My mother says I was a nawab in my previous life, feasible since I was born in Lucknow and I am a gentleman of leisure. Maybe I was chillin with chubby ol' Wajid in the good old days before the annexation, doing some patangbaazi, hanging at some mushairas and visiting my ladyfriends at the kothas.
Today's exam was kinda good but I can never tell. On the way there my car overheated or some shit. Taps gave his helpless Keshto Mukherjee looks while there was steam bursting forth from under the bonnet and my dad (picture Asterix + Chacha Chaudhary) stood with his hands on his hips and gave orders. I had had, by this time a 'psychedelic giveup' (another word of the Trip sibling lexicon) and sat inside our firey boat of a car, listening to 7 year Bitch. Papa managed to emotionally blackmail the mechanic by telling him that his daughter would miss her exam and ruin her life etc. and was very pleased with our man's efficiency in detecting a problem with the wires, not the cooling. The invigilator was as usual an emotionally deadened schoolteacher who was throwing around the papers, conducting loud conversations with the kids about exam centre codes, shifting her desk around and eating gobi alu in between.
I just got a distress call from K. She wants the course, she's studied and she's nervous. I got yelled at by my dad for not studying 'why did you apply then?'. Ma said 'chaddh' when I told her I don't care about this exam. I feel like a bit stupid for applying and I'm wondering if I'll regret my dheet-ness tomorrow when they ask me about natyashastra and contemporary art and I'll feel like an idiot for not being 'cultured' enough. In Kumanoni if you annoy someone by asking them things they don't know they'll say 'makay ke malum?!' (What/how do I know? 'Mujhe kya pata', only it sounds better in dialect) I guess that's what I'll say.
There really wasn't much of a point to this, it's not well written or funny or profound but like I said before, it's all just messages in bottles. Catharsis in the internet age. It's time for Community (ABED MARRY ME <3).
I think I just felt a raindrop
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Kya karein, hum zara filmy mijaz ke hain. (And I did. It was a drizzle)
Live Update: Still feeling a little stupid. Though I have very thick skin so I'm not feeling nervous. Paper dekh ke gand phategi lekin. Listening to songs that are making me laugh. (Currently Playing: The Choot Song - Emperor Minge)
For some reason DJ, if you're reading this I feel like I'm you. Like remember in Kasol when I felt like I was (our friend's ex)? And now I'm laughing imagining myself writing an email about how words cannot describe the anguish. Hahahaa. Oh fuck. Ok I should go.
Alright. So it wasn't that bad. My cinema questions were good. The other two I just wrote some bullshit like I do. I dunno how many people applied for this paper because I think there were like 2 of us A&A kids in my room the otherd were doing Maths? Or something.
(I like talking to myself on my blog)
yaar chunni yeh phashun ke blogs meri samajh mein aate.kya? kyun? kisliye? koi sahaytajanak tippadi?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UmXVH0gQuLw Not too sure if this is your kinda stuff/ if you have already heard it. Par ek chota sa gift.
Dekh bhai, ek sant kavi ne kaha tha "cheenti pahad chadhi marne ke vaste, ladki kare phashun ladkon ke vaste". I have to say that the sant kavi was poetic, but wrong. I went to an all girls college and you'd see girls dressed like freakin Gossip Girl or some shit on a regular basis. And men really make no difference if you show a girl a pair of juttiyan Jimmy Choo. Now I'm not the best authority on fashion, but it seems the point of fashion blogs is to discuss all the fancy shit you buy, take digs at celebrities, play dress up with your friends and amass a following of likeminded individuals to go to score fashion week passes from.
I usually go to them to ogle people and wish that they lived near me. That is actually the point of the internet.
PS: Haha, you called me Chunni. My girlfriend is going to be so mad. :D
Also, yeah, I like Arcade Fire haven't heard them in ages though. The Suburbs was a great album.
I want to marry YOU.
Let me quote Kurt Vile on this 'So you wanna marry me, oh you got my sympathy'.
anonymous ji you just entered my turf. chunni aur dev are nicknames reserved for chunni aur dev. I don't mean no offence, par mat karo please. Fashion blogs are awesome. People who write them get what they're about and the point of them is that they're shiny and fabulous and not meant to be contemplated on, just provide immediate short term joy. arcade fire rules. also, i've always wanted someone to ask me this so i shall ask you. who ARE you?
FUCK bro this is the first time there has not been twenty people at home in two days i feel like i've entered a different universe. NEED TO GO TO THE HILLS NOW. dj's here in three days YES. Tan has been dancing to kominas music the whole day pelvic thrust style.and ma's added lyrics to her rap song which is called 'sharanya ke dost' hahahah.
Oh bete! Told you she'd be mad.
Hahahaha. I WANT TO HEAR YOUR MA'S SONG! I can see her doing the dance in my head. I was listening to Teri Aisee ki Taisee all day, har kissi ki ma chodh ne ka man kar raha hai bro. Haven't been to a good gig in ages na.
You're going to be in the hills on the 22th na? That escape festival in Naukuchiatal is on but you'll be in Himachal not UK. Also, lineup isn't so good. Plus, I won't be there to show you the trees and the fields and the weed (ref. your journal entry).
DIJJJJJAAAAAAAY in da house. I want to see his face and both of us can jump like we do when we see people we love.
There are two or more(?) anonymous-es here. I'm not the one who talked about the fashion blogs. I don't understand why I need the feel to defend myself though.
But yes, Arcade Fire ruules! :D
feel the need to* -_-
hahahah ladki kare fashion sms shayari fuck YEAH! I used to get it from lots of tuition vaale dost. is it an actual song? abhi dekha maine. I'm leaving for the hills sunday bro.tere bina nahi lagda hills mein but i'll try :D fuck the exams make me even more senti I didn't even think that was possible. I hope dj gets us stuff. Like posters and cheese and those fruit vaale lib balms which I've been trying to get him to get back for like ages. DEEJAY DANCE! too much coffee too little sleep. padhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai.
@anonymous There's TWO anonymouses? that's scary. I'm sorry I wasn't trying to be rude yo, just pointing out exclusive nickname area. It's just that Anonymous people on the internet make me uneasy.
Aila double role! Jo chacha hai wohi bhatija hai aur jo bhaitja hai wohi chacha hai ... or some such.
Alcoholics Anonymous, we gotta get ya'll some nicknames, yo. This anonymous shit's confusing. Atleast numbers.
Dev, mujhe hills jana hai. :( can't believe I have 3 more left.
I'm the same 'we're-strangers-but-we're-not-really-strangers-after-all' persun, if that's any help. :/
Anon you were a temporary villain in our bromance(emphasis on BRO) and you just disrupted my passive aggressive flow by being nice! are you the one who wants to marry her? You can have her dude i'm just vani ki shaadi ki committee ka present. Vans stop putting my straight dreams of finding my man through blogger at stake man!!
I have three more left too JUNE mein UFF.
Anonymouses- The real slim shady always stands up.
*president, i mean
Arre no, I'm not the temporary villain. Haha, that's the other anonymous. Ye anonymity ab merko bhi confuse kar raha hai bro log. Sorry for all the confushun. That was not intended.
Aha. Ok so you're name can be Billoo. Because Billoo sounds like someone you'd know distantly. :)
Or if you're a girl then Pinky.
(Gold star for anyone who knows why I chose those names)
Dev, stop pretending to be a hetero. I shudder to think of the kind of Yeates reading, sensitive and slightly balding men prowling blogger looking for articulate pseudo straight girls like yourself! And no shaadis for me. Unless it's to new obsession. Then call Imran Khan to be DJ at the wedding.
Pinky, it is then. :)
Kaafi gaon ki chokri type feel scene. But then pareshani kiya toh chalta hai.
Oh and talking about gigs, Dischordian's probably gonna come here next month. Is maheene, 20th ka scene got cancelled. You guys should check them out, if you already haven't.
Chal na kya bald man. gansta cool poet types is looking for me to find him which I will. Anonymous sorry for the galat gussa but it's obviously not my fault.
I've only heard a couple of their songs, they're good. I want the album.
Dev, main batati hoon kaun poet milega tujhe muahahaha :D you walked into that one brotha. PHONE UTHALE (*does Babbu Mann sar dard dance*)
http://www.mediafire.com/?19mqx43983kutcc There you go. And Pink Moon, that's not what I'd meant man. Now, I'm sorry if I offended you or something.
hahahaha oh shit. alu gobi eating invigilator cracked me up. you really have a dickensian eye for detail. don't make movies, write instead. and i've pressured my mom to buy me a diamond comics era billoo in my day. i'll be in my anonymous bat cave in case you need an address to mail that gold star.
30 comments! you need to celebrate this occassion. this idiot vacuous liberal white girl from westchester i had designs on told me once that these word captcha things are actually being fed into some sort of book digitizing project and that we're all in some way contributing to that somehow. it's so daft and batty it might be true.
Sap man where you been!
And I apologize for my hostility anonymous. Waqt kharaab hai, dil nahi.
Oho! Sap dada, kemon accho? Bhalo toh? Gold star for you. Though I actually only have blue stars. Those are for "average" students. Would a silver tear do? And I find it hilarious that you can describe my mundane blog entries as Dickensian. Hahaha.
Liberal vacuous white girl, huh? Now you can't say anything to Dev and I when we talk about some firang celebrity.
Pinky (or wait, was this the other anonymous who shall now be named Billoo by default), thanks! Downloading now. My girlfriend is just in a bad state of mind, not having seen me in a long time. Hence some of her womanly needs remain unsatisfied.
Oh it's totally cool yo! And just let me know how you like the album.
-Pinky
yeah you have my blessings to ogle white dudes all you want man. though to be fair, my dating pool entirely consists of white girls - what can i do? i seem to meet almost no one 'ethnic'. i only want to point out that there should be a box on census forms for quasi ho- liberal-white-collegiate marxist-bleeding heart-sauvignon blanc drinking-jon stewart watching girls to check.
saali khushi- holed up in my house tryinf to finish my stupid asshole of a thesis. i was thinking about you the other day! I read the hm naqvi book that you advertised on your blog, and it's actually pretty good! there's sketchy wince-worthy bits here and there, but I didn't hate it as much as i thought i would. it sort of combined the best of khuda ke liye and brooklyn follies, so it was all good. the ending was nice, it kinda resonated with my personal sitch.
in case the world ends at 6 o clock as predicted, it was fucking awesome knowing you ladies. hope we could've gotten together for a drink in paharganj which is where i'd ideally like to be during the apocalypse/rapture/hour of reckoning.
Hamne toh survive kar liya bete rapture. You best grab the closest pinko lefty college chick and make it worth your while, yo. To be fair, mujhe agar koi aur sauvignon blanc pilata toh main bhi peeti. I'm a white wine girl.
Paharganj is always the place to be. My bar mein marna is an honourable death.
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