03.27.09
You know you’re a madrasi when..
you can’t sleep without dogs barking outside
you recoil when a girl only says “what the…” (especially so when she leaves out the swear word)*
saravana bhavan is your idea of fast food
in school you were impressed more by geek-two-plaits with her 100 in “maks” as opposed to the hot lil silent number.
after school, the only woman you ever made eyes at was the immigration lady on your way to Amey erica
you can pronounce arulmozhivarman without blinking.
you’re a walking, talking, thair sadam** eating cricket database.
you know its “dh”osa and not “doe”sa
at least once in your life, you’ve hung around in spencers acting cool and feeling so WITH it
32 degree C feels pleasantly enjoyable
you never realized that most of the points made here are about food and geekism and now that you do, you’re still smiling anyway.
dushyant adds:
spot a madrasi on dining table:
u r madrasi :
wen u prefer curd-rice over ice-cream as desert.
wen u swear ” aye ye yo” wen i tell there is no curd.
wen u forget even about curd rice if I put Rajnikant is on youtube
P.S – by request, I add the following to this list.
Hindi seems funny to you. yek gaaun mein yeh kisaan ragu thatha is you’re comprehensive hindi capacity.
03.26.09
Sooper Natur ale!
Last night I hung out at friends’ place. Wonderful big apartment. It made a pretty change from the tiny spacebox i live in. Loved the place, loved the food, loved loved loved the company!! 
Din’t help my sanity one bit.
After dinner, I had some assignment stuff to finish. It’s exam time again okay? Okay.
And then I made the biggest fool of myself. Think the biggest big that you can and big that by a gazillion.
They have a clock that was reading 3 am (yes, a.m.) and suddenly the hands started going at top speed. 4 a.m, 5, 6, 7, 8,9. You get the picture. It’s just freakin running in front of my eyes. I nearly died of heart attack. Yes, I am a freaking telecom engineer. You’d think I’d heard of GPS wouldn’t you? And not like they knew it or helped it either. Dushyant sitting next to me suddenly GROWLS and BARES his teeth at me and Prem gravely starts chanting some weird rhyme and my mind is already COMPLETELY overworked and i start freaking SCREAMING . Very Very Sane. Stupid girl. Never stops to T.H.I.N.K. Well at least at the end of THAT, when they’d insulted me crapless and ensured I’d eat up any self-proclaimed evil spirit before believing in it, I had the presence of mind to recognize the technology. I deserve such a good kicking. Mera naam ullu hai.
03.23.09
Of Sunshine and Summery Mangoes
It’s nearly Spring again!! In a week, we do the Spring Forward daylight saving time! This morning, i saw a tiny tree of the most beautiful pink and purple flowers! Oh sunshine and sweet sweet summer, come soon!
All day, I have been running some simulations, which means I have a lot of time to kill while the computer does all my work for me. So I quickly popped into my favoritest of all cities – Madras!! 
There are so many posts on the net about the fantastic places and experiences people have had in Madras, it’s like I was there all over again! I’m so sated and happy, it was like I had a quick lil visit home.
So I’m not going to write – my mind is absolutely choked with flashes of my crazy city now. Instead, here are links to some of what’s running through my head. Things I did and saw that make me love love love the most creative, affectionate and sunshiney of cities.
03.05.09
Convinced.
Today, I’ve become a feminist. I read an article about a community of women in Kandahar, a war wrecked part of Afghanistan, bull-headedly defying the violent opposition to their right to educate themselves. Their school was attacked by bikers spraying acid on them, attacking them and threatening to disfigure them if they continued studying. These girls walk miles to school everyday, defying the threats and brutalities of a bunch of testosterone happy chauvenists who mask their insecurity with religion. I’ve read parts of these religious books and I’ve a heck lot of moslem friends. I’ve Never heard it being said that women shouldn’t be educated.
This, is feminity in its finest form. It says Bitch. Here’s a finger for you. You can take all your insecurity and all your religious beliefs and put it another place. These girls celebrate arriving at school everyday. Shamia has had her face scarred and disfigured. But she keeps coming back. So do all 1300 of them. Are men so threatened by women that they’d resort to the low down dirty of physical abuse? I’m amazed and inspired by these women. They have me converted.
That brings me to the idea of feminism per se. Burning bras and dirty talking might be alright for promoting the cult. But tangible action? True feminism is this, what I talked about before. And also this. Because we’d like to tell the chaddi walas that there’s more to us than sticks up our a*ses, unlike them. And thank you very much. Hitting us, throwing acid in our faces, pulling us out of pubs by the hair, will only make us laugh at you. We’re only going to make you feel weaker and more threatened than ever before.
What really surprises me, is the fact that there are so many guys who believe in this kind of strong feminism. Strength in women. And they’re being quiet about it. I haven’t read any blogs about this, or heard my guy friends talking about it. Sam, Ram, Su, Krishnan, Rajesh, Anchit, I’m looking at you guys.
I think I’ll ask one of these guys to guest post here. That should be interesting. And Krish, BikerAnna, where are you guys on this?
You should check out Arayan on this.
PS. Krish has written on this. I’m thinking of asking a guy to do a guest post here. On this issue maybe. We’ll see soon!
03.02.09
Kaanya
I was looking for new music and look what I found!! Niraj Chag’s Kaanya is addictive. Loved it. The other songs require high quality equipment, which my stupid laptop doesn’t have – sooooooo, I’m gonna buy the cd! Yay! Music Shopping again!
I’d like to hear what kind of lounge music you listen to – apparently there’s a nice place to go in Amsterdam for lounge and I can’t seem to get the name of the place from anybody! Help please!
03.01.09
Chilly Chilli Evenings
We’re practicing Garba and Dandiya for Holi. Yup We couldn’t make it during Navratri because the university had exams. And saturday being grocery day, I hit the market after dance practise with a friend. Of course we were trying to figure out what we were going to wear to the Garba Night so I went back to her place after shopping and we tried on clothes, gossiped a bit. It’s so important to have girl friends – just hanging out can be such a stress buster! I miss my friends from hostel SO much!
Indians love eating together. So it started with a very experimental Chilli Parota, ice cream, wafers and biscuits, juice and peanuts and popcorn. And a thriller movie. After putting it off way long, I finally watched The Butterfly Effect. It’s one of the most beautifully scripted movies I’ve seen. The crazy idea of the story being that a guy has the ability to go back in time, and make changes there, which changes everything in his present. So everytime he goes back and changes something which he did, he sees the consequences in his present. If he doesn’t like it, he goes back and changes it again. And again. Till he finds the optimum solution – which turns out to be a little sad, but sorrow is definitely the lesser evil of the two portrayed in the story. The second being, violence. Violence and children. Violence, children and a verycrazy, unreal story, directed amazingly enough to convince you and to make you think.
We were going to watch 28 Weeks next, but we got talking and talked till dawn. I love having friends like these. I’m so lucky! I love where I am right now, with all the pressure and the uncertainty, I love this process of becoming independent! It’s a semi-sunny day in Delft and a super sunny day in my mind!
Cheers y’all!
