Ruia, I Hate Tears!

A goodbye or a farewell to college is supposed to be a time when you cry your eyes out or weep pretentiously by blowing your nose with someone else's handkerchief. (I've done that too. So many times that I've lost count!) While I was a junior I prayed hard until my second year that I should be blessed with sweet and fun-loving juniors. And believe me, after I met a bunch of second and first years I knew god was happily grinning at me. There are too many wonderful gifts that this college has given me.
Now you'll have to STOP YAWNING and check out how I boast about myself. Good luck! :P

 1)So when I was in my first year I was as nervous as a fish out of water until I represented this college for the first time and did my own show with my co-host Anuja on Radio One. (Even we don't remember what we spoke then.)
 Bottomline- This college gave me the confidence I needed to blabber totally random shit.

2)As my second year passed by I learnt a thing or two about relationships. I'm a fool when it comes to them :P Love is too complicated for a weirdo like me. I mean whenever I had a crush on some guy. I would start dancing to Tharki Govinda and Salman songs like 'Oonchi hain building lift teri band hain' at home and start humming them whenever I see him. Ofcourse I try to bite my tongue when he starts talking to me.

3)Performing Arts- In my second year I joined this KICKASS team called PA. And believe me, it was the best thing that ever happened to me in my entire life span of three years in college. It introduced me to the wonderful world of hosting. It's probably one of those few things I'm really good at. Thanks to one of my closest friends Rucha from college. Then the next year i.e this year I became the co-coordinator of the team and again I was completely in love with my team. I know it sounds inappropriate when I say this, but I wish I could kiss and hug each and every member of the new Performing Arts team. I managed this amazing team with a set of even more Awesomesaucesome people like Anupa, Hridaya, Harshika, Shravan, Anondita. I grew pretty close to most of them by the end of this year. But yeh rona dhona is just not my ishtyle peeps! 

4)Meeting people like Atul Kulkarni, Nawazuddin Siddiqui, Kunal Roy Kapoor, Nandita Das, Shekhar Kapur, Sorabh Pant, Sahil Bulla. ( I never knew I could talk to stars like they were my next door neighbors until I met these humble and talented people.)

5)Meeting the Bhikhari Gang- Like I said earlier, these juniors are the coolest people I have ever met. They are smart, talented and fun loving. Every thing I've always wanted in my juniors. The only unattainable dream has been to intimidate them. But looking at my stupendous personality, I don't think anyone could get intimidated. 

6) Farewell <3- I remember blackmailing Nicole and Percy(SY's) about giving us a farewell. What I expected was a room filled with random drunk/sloshed/shady people hogging on food and dancing awkwardly to Backstreet Boy songs. But when they gave us a farewell (Nicole and the Bhikhari Gang) it was one of the most craziest and amazing parties ever! Juniors if you ever need any help feel free to AVOID asking me. You need to ask sincere and serious seniors. I'm not one of them ;)

Cutting the last goodbye crap- 

You think when it's my last day in Ruia, I would cry and say bye bye to college? Hell no!Although I will definitely miss college but I would always cherish those happy moments I shared here, all those scrumptious South Indian and Chinese meals I stuffed inside my tummy and leave with a big, wide grin on my face, and a thought etched inside my heart 'Once a Ruiate, always a Ruiate!' Because I hate tears Ruia. R.U.I.A Ruia Ruia.

I have a Beard

You may think I've lost my mind. Yes, I've always been completely insane. One reason why my mother is always scared about how I'm going to get married! What's with Indian mothers and marriages? Everytime they want to threaten us they use the word 'Marriage' and girls turn into Bheegi Billies. I mean, who will marry someone who calls her room an organized mess? or who grunts every time she laughs? (Believe me- You need to say something really really funny if you want to hear my ORIGINAL LAUGHTER. Who wants to marry an absent minded girl? Although I will definitely marry the guy but I'm sure I will forget him somewhere and go for the honeymoon all by myself! 

So bouncing back to my title I have my reasons to have a beard :-

#1 Every man looks saaaxyyy in a beard, I've always been jealous of men who have a beard and long hair and walk around like they just don't care. It's easy, effortless and sexy!

#2 Clueless and Classy- So you don't comprehend what a person is saying, the easiest way to look intelligent is to  keep stroking your beard. You may be clueless, but it still makes you look all classy.

#3 Beard of Evil- Beards give you a very impish look. An impression of a smoking hot intellectual dude who can woo any girl he wants to. Because you belong to the  Stroke the Beard trope.

#4 I'm inspired by the  lazy bearded dragons. They are lethargic and hungry all the time.  They don't search for food on their own. 

So I have a choice, either I change the privacy settings of this post or let it be read by my mother, I'm assured that the implication would be her fainting. But she knows already that her daughter is a son in disguise. And aren't blogs supposed to be a form of honest reporting? People who read my blog and think I'm not straight are jackasses. I'm just saying I love bearded men, I'm also saying that I have an imaginary beard not because I don't respect my own gender, but because I'm jealous of these men with beards. And our egalitarian (A word that is conceptual in this day and age) and democratic society allows women to fantasize about everything under the sun! Even hot men ;)

(P.S - I have no intention of growing one, I knew it would arouse your curiosity if I give a  wacky name to my post. Strategic PR you know.) 

Atlanta's visit

I'm obsessed with novelty. It fascinates me! Especially pertaining to exploration of analogies and dichotomies. A twenty year old coveted with this urge to explore the country, the world, the network of information available to me, always on a quest of obscure information.. I'm sure it's going to be a seamless process. The one thing  I despise about adulthood is the monotony that seeps in. When I was a kid I kept asking a thousand questions, some were as awkward as 'Why do adults need a diaper?' (I was told that sanitary napkins are diapers for adults.) or as absurd as 'Why was I a bald  baby?" (Reason-I couldn't tell the difference between my baby butt and my bulbous baby head!) When my dog was sick and I was alone at home, my dog trainer was almost about to resign after he had a tete-a-tete with me. I was as curious as a child on a Christmas morning. 

Now I'm still the same, haven't changed a bit. But  all I have to do everytime I need an answer is ask Google Baba. But then there are questions which are less Googleable. For example- What am I doing with my life? How will I ever be  someone I've always wanted to be? My SWOT analysis told me that I have abundant curiosity. But I have too many fears. I'm too pragmatic to believe I can fulfill all the 567 wishes on my bucket list ( Started writing it when I was 17). 

Every abstraction that we feel while we worship god is hidden deep within us. Even those traits that gods posses are a part of our preconsicous thoughts. I've always wanted to be an explorer, one of my favorite Disney princesses was Pocahontas! Infact every person who wants to question, understand and seminate knowledge is a disciple of Atlanta. Who is she? She was a goddess of Independence and Adventure. 
A huntress and warrior. She is in every inquisitive person. 

Reading is a mode of travel in my opinion. You traverse into a different world altogether, even have some intellectually stimulating conversations with the writers( irrespective of the century they belong to).
 If you have seen Midnight in Paris, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about. One thought can break into a spectrum of innovative ideas. One stranger can enlighten you in more than a million ways. One movie or book can inspire you in a thousand different ways or help you gain a whole new perspective. Every mind boggling experience, be it an intellectual adventure or a physical one is a favorable contribution to your personality . 
As you reach a phase when you are too old to read, travel or indulge in any other intellctually orgasmic activities, you realize there are too many things you love about yourself. This does not in the least mean that your ego grows into the size of the Amazon river! But it means that you know yourself well enough to be confident, narrating experiences and stating facts from that giant reservoir of knowledge that your mind turns into. Curiosity was never dead. It's alive in every mind. All we need to do is nudge it now and then. As for me, I know I'm still trying to fnd myself  and I'm already in love with every wee bit I know about myself. Learning to live better, love better.