The Nande(a)d Diaries-Prologue

Nanded, or Nande(a)d as I like to call it,is a so called city(duh....the only thing which qualifies it a city is the fact that it has an airport....)which  has been my home away from home(sigh...) for the past two years and will continue to be so for two more years....(365*2=730 days).It would be an understatement to say that shifting to Nanded to pursue my Engineering was one of those life changing decisions of my life.Hell,my life took a 360 degree summersault.
Picture this,a girl who has spent her entire life in the city of dreams- Mumbai is told one fine day that she has to shift to a city that she had no idea existed till she filled out the counselling forms(OK,I'm referring to myself in third person...I have officially lost it...)and said city turns out to be only a town like place with absolutely no city-like characteristics......
So I landed in Nanded and boarded a taxi which would take me to my future alma mater.As I looked out of the taxi's window contemplating the trials and tribulations I was going to face,I saw a donkey smack in the middle of the road.I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't dreaming(Its not everyday that you get to see a donkey in the city;cows and stray dogs,yes.But donkeys I don't think so)Shrugging it off as one of those weird things that happen,I continued wallowing in self pity.Then again, strutting as if it owned the road,another donkey.You're probably convinced I am exaggerating but seriously, I counted atleast four donkeys on my sojourn to the college(which spans 45 minutes )..
It was like the city was hit by a donkey infestation all out to taunt me(Yep,I live in this bubble where I believe that everything in this world is centred around me)For a second,I also imagined myself surrounded by lots and lots of donkeys all with garlands in their hands(paws or hooves???)all set to welcome me.
After the nightmarish day-dream I reached my college.There in front of me in all its towering glory,stood the college building.My eyes immediately fell to the college name painted at the entrance.And would you believe it,The college name was written in frigging Marathi.I just had a mini heart attack there and then.How do you expect a girl who for all intents and purposes considers English her second mother tongue(We use English for all light discussions at home,Malayalam is used specifically for yelling at each other ;) )to react to this blasphemy??
I entered the college building with a fast growing lump in my throat.I won't deny that seeing the interior of the college acted as a soothing balm for my' threatening  to soon overflow emotions'.We were directed to the admission centre where I was met with the sight of girls decked up in salwar kameez in the queue.I was feeling oddly indecent in my jeans and tees(Come on...I was in shock)
I think that was the last straw,my dad had to complete all the admission procedures himself while I sat there dumbly,half paralysed,trying to work out the best escape route.
Though its pretty obvious that I was too mentally exhausted to actually plan an escape so I ended up joining the college,living in Nanded and the rest they say is History...
Life gives you shocks to get you off your high horse and the fall ain't pretty.I got my fall pretty early in life,though I am proud to say that I have coped well,gotten myself lots of friends and have had some really good memories of this place.It has helped me grow as a person and for that I will be forever thankful.
I'm done for today,but don't worry there will be some more Nanded-bashing in my next post of the Nande(a)d diaries.
Till then...................
Sruti
(I'm starving for comments here... :( )

Spot fixing and other daily drama.......

Welcome to the second instalment of my blog.I am overwhelmed by the response this blog has received...so much so that I've been jumping around in glee.Seriously,it feels great to progress from writing random write-ups on a piece of paper to actually having people read what I write.
The IPL spot fixing scandal is pretty common news by now.In fact its hilarious how these journalists manage to take a scandal, write so much about it that after the initial few days it becomes a joke.The TV news channels get their boost of TRP's to the extent that my teenager sister has started checking out the news daily to be continuously updated with the drama....and why not,they are definitely more entertaining than the saas bahu soaps on TV.In fact, India should be renamed 'Scandal'inavia(no offence to the North European country with a similar name...)with the number of scams and scandals that crop up every day.
I have never been a great fan of IPL or for that matter even cricket.But I know for sure that these guys earn trunk loads of money not just playing the sport, but also by way of  endorsements,party appearances and all those things.If that's not enough,they have the extreme adulation of millions of fans.So I simply can't fathom why these so called stars go and screw up everything in their perfect lives by getting involved in such shit(read spot fixing and yeah please pardon my language but I can't find another word to express my irritation).
OK,now you probably think I'm plain stupid...I KNOW that money is the motivation....but when you already have so much money what do you do with some more money...????Have it for breakfast,lunch and dinner??(I know its a lame joke...couldn't help it... : D)
I'm not going to start on how India has become a hub for all things corruption-related and everything is about money these days or that the concept of earning one's income by honest means is non-existent.But the current state of affairs greatly saddens me .I'm not even going to mention how bloody pissed  I am at a certain Malayali (it means someone from Kerala) cricketer who's created nothing but shame for Malayalis and Indians all over the world with his stupid attention seeking antics which were bearable when he used to play well,but now its plain infuriating.It makes me wish that I was Harbhajan Singh for a day(Remember the famous 'thappad') But I sincerely hope that strict action is taken against those found guilty and it ultimately discourages people from committing such crimes.(-End of mini rant-)
So my dear readers,I request you to leave your ideas and comments about the above topic.I look forward to reading your point of view....
Hope you have a great day...
Taking your leave.........
                                                                                                                                                                 
Sruti
 (Amateur blog writer thriving on the the                    
  comments and suggestions of her readers)

Intense boredom and the urge to try something new....

At this point i should be exhilarated....annoyingly happy and humming tunes to myself....after all I have successfully managed to complete two years of my engineering(which makes me a 50% engineer) and currently have the prospect of a month long vacation  ahead of me.Trust me,I have just returned from my hostel which is located in one of the hottest regions of Maharashtra and I definitely get a reprieve from the disgusting hostel food,the chore of washing my own clothes.
But like I said, in spite of all this I have nothing to do...unless you consider sitting at home all day long,hogging  my mother's delicious home made food and running random errands,being busy.....
So,last night,while racking my brains for things to do,inspiration struck and I decided that I will start writing a blog (I was going to go with blogging but my spell check says that such a word doesn't exist) . So all of the above events finally bring me to the point I currently am at-Typing away on my laptop and hoping my words make magic(or should I say fingers...)
I am going to use this platform to express whatever it is that is going on in my mind and am hoping to awaken the hidden writer in me.
In the event that somebody manages to find this blog,please be sure to leave your comments,criticisms and let me know if I should continue writing.
Till the next time.......
                                                                                                                                    Sruti........