things that matter.

i was flipping through my photo albums today.for some reason they always make me smile.
so im dedicating this faaltu blogpost of mine to memories.
memories that have made me.
things people have said,done,people i love for no reason at all,messages,emails,calls.
maybe not all.

i KNOW you don't care.
but its my blog.
skip it if you must.


>>joy mamu.
i didnt bother to find out whether what everyone else said about you was true or not.
i know you had your shortcomings but then again who doesn't.
i remember your wedding.and then when you came to bombay for a job interview.
you saved us from that ugly dinner.you got burgers because you knew tia loved them.you knew i loved them.
you should have made better friends.yes.
you should have listened to your instinct.
you should have studied more.should've got your degree.
you shouldn't have hit your wife.
or tia.
you shouldn't have left your job.
i don't blame you for them.
but just maybe.
maybe things could have turned out differently.because i know even when you hit tia,or got drunk,or left your job you did it because you couldn't bear it.

you had a heart.
with a hell lot of courage inside it.
you should have listened to it.

joy mamu died some months back.of a brain haemmorrhage.



>> the day i went mad-

haha...no seriously.
i went mad.that was the lowest point in all of my life.
i punched manish.
for a really stupid reason.
and i screamed my lungs out at ramya.
for an even more stupid reason.
and i screamed at khatri sir.poor thing he got scared.
and i made weird noises while i cried.
and i remember aaki telling me-"you tell me WHY you want a blade??no just TELL ME WHY you want it?"

and in that moment the only thing that struck me was-"i want to shave."
and i laughed.
in that second i experienced anger,frustration and laughter all at the same time.
in that split second i realized the power of my freinds.


>>soumya's house.
my favourite hangout ever.apart from the 'adda'.
i think i have spent more time at her place in the past three years than at my own house.
i like the way the sofa cusions always lie on the floor because she likes sitting down on the cold floor watching t.v.
the way she always drops the bournvita by tripping over it.
and the french fries her mom makes.with ketchup.
i have so many memories attached to that place.
the time she sat on the mango.(:D)
the time her mom locked uncle out of the house for forgetting his wallet.
the time you had that 'bipasha basu maid servant' who would dance erotically in front of us.
the time i and divya would come running to your house to go online.search for harry potter websites.we were in the 7th then.mugglenet was our saviour.
the time i was waiting for deeganto.
the time we were discussing how jo is a total rockstar.
i'll never forget your house you know.



>> the annual day dance.
our super duper gay costumes.
"we look like prostitutes who wear EVERYTHING."
the time vasava's comb fell off his shirt pocket on stage.
and cheering for areen.
and the 'andy naidu' thing.okay.lets not talk about it.
the fact that sushant wears a bra (?)(ramya im sorry...i just couldn't help it)
the time we all went to Andorra's to eat that chicken roll in our overdone makeup.
the time when merrick said -"good evening ladies and gentlemen. oh,actually its morning yaar."
and the way we cheered for ourselves during the dance.
and jyothi kicked the sword.
and the ride back home when she told us about her 'rat dance' at jamnabai.
"dude,i was the rat.and we just had that one step."
the embarassment when arka.yes ARKA laughed at us.
the message areen sent us.aye milano milano,juan pablo alonso,gracio.

dang.we danced and how.




>>manish.
i miss talking to manish.
we still talk.but not like how we used to.
the way we used to talk about how guys and girls are so different.about our pasts.
i have no idea what i said,or did that we stopped talking.
but we did.
and i know nothing in the world can get that back.

but i still miss it.



>> the hair ball theory.
hahahah..
"the study of hair growth,fall and balls of it forms the body of the hair ball theory."
the impact of jivan sirs lecture.
jivan sir,

aakriti: "look at him man.he's talking to himself."
me: "he's communicating with his chest hair."

the hair ball theory is an attempt at understanding why men do not shave.
we calculated the average utility,marginal utility and total utility gained from shaving.
we made graphs.hair ball vs time period.
we made time lines.
the hair follicle that grew,and grew, and greeeewwwwwwww.



>>> "mera beta ayenga"

"main kaam karengi"

jyothi was talking about this old film with an old lady who never combs her hair and sits in some temple and cries that some day her son karmasakshi will return to her loving arms and she'll breastfeed him again.

jo: "bloody she never combs her hair only and she expects her muscular son to come back to her.exactly,she just keeps crying saying-mera beta ayenga"
aaki:"mera beta ayenga?"
jo: "bloody hell i said that by mistake okay."

oh yeah the film was called karan arjun.



>> ankit chaturverdi.DONT ASK.


ankit: "im getting feelings of vommitting sensations.and also loosemotions."




>> the day we laughed for a full 45 minutes.
the reason-integration.

vrushank-"chiku you crazy girl stop laughing."
sam-"bu...but... why is she laughing"
jo-"just nod." *startslaughing*
aaki-"okaaaaaaay"

ragini miss-"here,gaarls,why are you laughing? stop discussing the things." ('the things')
me-"becau....because....integration.......is......funny..look at it man.."

integration is funny okay.
look at it from an illiterate man's point of view.
it looks like art.
*starts laughing*




>>> the day shakti sir found the love letter i had written to sooraj.

yeah.he found it.
uddipanna GAVE it to him.
damn.
i was in the third standard at that time.

shakti sir-"tell me WHY you wrote this letter and i promise not to tell your parents about all this."

me-"because i love him sir."

*getsslapped*



>>> the day i called soumya a pig.
hahahahha....
me-"where the hell are you,you pig?"
soumya-"adrita can you stop shouting?and it was your fault.you were late."

it was my fault.
that day we had this test at our tuitions.
and she looked at my diagram.
and we both laughed.
and we both just forgot about the whole thing.



>>> the day i told divya,metro and petu that i'd tried cutting myself before.raksha was there too.but i didn't want her to know.i never liked her much.
i wont go into details.
i just remember hiding behind that cusion and divya telling soumya not to scream at me.
"shh.dont scream at her re.dont."
petu,confused as ever she just saying one thing,-"but why?"



>>>
i miss the 'we want AC' signature campaigne.
our class was the only class in the whole of podar without an AC.
so when our class teacher asked us to design this class symbol we drew this skull with an AC next to it.

"10-a.
WE ARE HOT.
(literally)"

and we stuck it on the cutains.
we wrote a letter to the principal.
all of us signed up for it.

at the end we did get the AC.
a little too late though.
the last 15 minutes of my school life.
i remember vivek,vikram,nissim,pritesh all standing on the benches and saluting to the AC.
thats podar.




>>> deeganto(?)
haha..finally we met.
and we talked.
and we walked.
so much that i got cramps the next day but thats not the point.
we spoke about george clooney's rubber nipples (bwahahha)and flying cockroaches.
it was nice.(not the nipples i mean)
^____^

and im so stupid i forgot to say bye only.hehe.




>>> the silvassa trip.
where we had to bear janvi mankani's terrible singing.
and aakriti's gray babies.
and ramya's future farmhouse.
and jyothi's BAI organisation.
and my graphic novel on 'the slow one'.

the time sayan found a toad in the commode.
the time aaki saw the chakka in jodha akbar and said-"okaaaaaaay.what is THAT?"
and vasava's orange 'dude' shades.
and sushants metrosexual tee with metrosexual bra.
and boy,how we danced.

omkar,stupid fellow he went about asking people to touch his 'wet banyan'.
and vrushank danced with the glass on his head.
and jyothi was break-dancing.
and chibber and his bootilicious belly dancing.

we killed it.






^^thats the third standard class pic.shakti sir.me.soumya.and sooraj.and uddipanna.



thats it for now.
i have tuitions to attend.
darnit.
*feelshappy*