Yesterday was lots of fun. Me n my room-mate were planning to go to Koshy’s or somewhere else in town, when I found out that she’d never been to Mojo(s). Decision made. We went there at about 1500/1530 and stayed there till 1830. Cold beer, smokes and nacho chips
*nods*
The good life.
I did, however, have my history viva today…
Was actually okay, considering she didn’t rip me to bits, so yay!
Oh, and we got our history papers today.
Darn it! I really don’t want a repeat!
Gah!
After the plays, ak, E.S, A.M n I ate surya food in the bike shed.
Was fun.
*nods*
Other than that, nothing except excess lack of sleep’s been up…
I can’t decide what I should do now, read or sleep?
*sigh*
-_-
Oh well… I think I’ll just watch videos on youtube, which reminds me: I’m watching the Devil May Cry anime. Dante is so HOT! *nods dreamily*
I can’t WAIT till they introduce Vergil…
*grins*
Cya!
So, it’s univ week at college. It’s actually a LOT of fun. We have themes for every day. Today was “I wish I was…” I was from feudal Japan. Yay! Lol. Had the play fest today as well.
2nd yrs- 9 cigarettes
Basically, the story is about these gangsters. Starts off with one of the characters asking another if he could have his ‘lucky’ cigarette. The latter, who is on the floor, just lies there. The first guy, Pablo, laughs and comments saying “of course not. You’re DEAD.” Then the story keeps flashing back to different instances in the same room.
The first flashback has them sitting together and smoking while there are three cigarettes. Pablo’s askin his friend why he “fucked with him”. Pablo has escaped from prison and has come back for revenge. The flashbacks go on with the number of smokes in the pack going from 1 to 3, then 5, 7 and finally 9. When there are 9 cigarettes left, we realize that the other guy realizes Pablo is after him and poisons one of the cigarettes.
I think the play was done BRILLIANTLY. G.J played the part of Pablo perfectly. His dialogues, gestures and specially expressions, were all so real, it was a pleasure to just watch it. The story itself is rather cool. ^_^. There may be a lil bias-ness creepin in. Lol, after all it is a play on the mafia, but still…
(No time, so for now I’m gonna skip the summaries)
4th yrs – Romeo met Juliet and kept walkin on.
This play was awesome, if just for the killer end! Lol. The acting was good. Actually made you go “awww” once in a while. Couldn’t hear all the dialogues though. Still, it was a good play.
3rd yrs – Sachin’s sixer (or something of the effect)
It was a funny play. The Arab-Italian’s accent was interesting, and the 4 different “terrorists” with their totally different –I don’t believe I am using this word but – ideologies were hilarious, especially when they argued over who really caused the plane crash. I also really liked the Bombay “bhai” character. All well portrayed.
1st yrs –
This play was simply STUNNING. The characters were well etched out. We had backgrounds and stories and reasons and motives. Though it was the only play with a chosen script (and not a made up one), the production itself was amazing. I LOVED K.A’s character portrayal of Javed. Frikkin brilliant. He was perfect, and I mean literally perfect. There was not a single line which left us thinking he could have delivered it better. The tortured confused, yet confident Javed was simply a pleasure to watch! The mother herself was so funny. Every nuance had been worked out and the amount of work that had gone into it could be seen. Also, N.N outdid himself! You can actually feel his frustration rise through the play. I guess that’s what made the play so great. Every character took you with them through their motives and, in the end, there was not one person who made you feel he/she was wrong for the way they acted, simply because the reasons were so well explained through their acting itself. S.C was amazing too, even if she had a relatively small role. S.A was adorable as the young child-bride.
I think overall, the play was a grand success, even if it was a tad too long.
5th yrs
Will update later.
Why can’t people just mind their own business?
It’s so totally PISSING off.
-_-
No, I don’t care what you say.
How hard is it to understand that?
We may be friends, but you have no right to tell me what to do and who to talk to.
I don’t give a f*ck if it IS jus coz you’re “worried”
Butt out bitch.
-_-
Sorry
Just really really ticked off right now
Should’ve just whacked her head off with the kendo stick
-_-
May 16th
Day 2
"I wish I was...."
"I wish I was in Feudal Japan..."
(Note- Pics soon)
Consti.
In class right now.
The battery's bout to die...
-_-
Got our history papers today. -_- With my horrible attendance, it'll now officially be DEATH! Plus I hav my viva today.. I'm sooooo sleepy... and I havn't really read anything...
*sigh*
Oh well...
At least yesterday was fun.
Went to Mojo.
^_^
Nacho chips rule!
^_^
The sun is out.
*blinks*
*holds up hand to shield eyes from sunlight*
Aaand it's bright. -_-
Whatever happened to cold foggy mornings?
...
Oh yeah...
Summer.
-_-
Hardly 2000 words done on my socio paper.
Must type faster.
-_-
But to do that....
-_-
Must get off youtube!
-__-
You know, it's only now that I realize what a sheltered life I'd really lived.
Horrors are horrors... I'm talkin bout daily life here...
The Navy is an amazing place to grow up in. For the first 17 years of my life, the words "caste", "society", "religious discrimination", etc meant NOTHING to me. They were just words I read in the newspaper. And I laughed at the stupidity of the small number of people- or so I thought- that were still obsessed with these immaterial things...
But then... I had my one year at college in K-land. Even then... I believed that it was a freak thing, and the only real barrier was one of communication. I refused to believe that our country could still be a place where it mattered what caste or religion you were born in, and the concept of pure blood still existed...
But now...
All my doubts have been crushed into tiny little pieces... as has much of my belief in ours being a truly secular country. Everyone says it doesn't really matter where you're from, but it's such a part of everyday conversation and thought... it scares me... but more than that, it angers me. I hate the way it has crept into every day of my life. I hate knowing that no matter what I say or do, the first thing so many around me will want to know is where I am from. What the F*CK does that have to do with anything???
(Sorry bout the censoring, my coll will block access to my own site if I do not do so. -_-)
I loathe the question "Where are you from?", and I'm glad I have no one answer to give. I'm relieved that there is no one state or caste I must 'belong' to. "Belong to". I belong to no one. To nothing. Specially not some dumb ancient system just because I was born in one house and not another. If I want to belong somewhere, I am gonna be the one deciding where, not my 'lineage', not my blood. Me.
At home, religion was never a big thing. Yeah, once in a while, mum would light some incense and then me and my brother would fight over who would get to twirl it around the few god pictures in the house. But that was pretty much it. We never had forced temple visits, or family prayers. Some may say that it brings about better 'family harmony'. I think playin UNO accomplishes that way more easily... and it's more fun too!
And then there's all the shocked gasping people who ask me how I dare say I don't believe in God. Firstly, it's none of their business. Secondly, it's not like I don't believe in God, I just don't believe in their Gods. Any of theirs. Religion is nothing but another reason to be divided. Oh sure, it unites people, brings different people together, promotes harmony, blah blah. But it also gets people killed... and frankly, I'd rather everyone live in relative isolation than be murdered just because they fast in the name of different supernatural beings.
*grins*
Oh well, at least it's socio!
heh.
-_-
I fucked up…
I don’t love you when I’m sober
And I don’t care when I’m high
You can say what you want
I’m not goin to sit here and cry
I promise not to follow
You can go your own way
But don’t expect me to be here waiting
I don’t intend to stay
