the sardar of my dreams.

"i suck"
X(

"sorry."

"why are YOU saying sorry?"

"just."

"bloody hell."

"do you wan't to talk about gay guys?"

"no."

"okay then lets talk about how guys wax their chest hair without tearing off their nipple."

"what?":O

"OR do you wan't to talk about all this latus rectum stuff?"

*pause for a moment*

*both start laughing*

^^typical conversation with jo.
as a blog tribute to jo because i have been meaning to do this as long as i have been writing this blog.
we have so much in common.
like the mood swings and the 'i suck' days.
and more.
so here is jo(V=iR remember?)



> the dreams we share.

dream #37:

i'm walking through this corridor with blue walls.
its school.
everyone is smiling at me.
i think for a moment.
"wow.im popular today."

suddenly a sardar comes to me out of nowhere.
he says-"where are all your clothes?"



thats when i figure it out.

im naked.


******
jo is the only other person i have met who gets the same dream.
the naked dreams.
except the sardar though.

jo:"sometimes i get naked dreams man."
soumya:"eh?"
me:"oh i get them too!and i always see this sardar too."
jo:"oh how nice.sardars and all."

its something to do with both me and jo being insecure.
i know it.

>our mood swings.

some days we are so happy,like nothing in the world,not even the mirror can make us flinch.
on other days we sit around and mope all day long,and not even orange candy can fix our moods.
some days jo goes around squeaking and laughing,drawing anime,imitating ragini and all.
the next moment she'll be throwing her portfolio at you with a grumpy face and say,"its okay.you don't need to pretend.i know i suck."

our moods can change in approximately 3.576 seconds.
yes.
and we love ourselves for it.


> we've planned out our lives already.

step1: get into NID or symbiosis or shrishti school of art or MIT.
step2: do whatever you want with your hair.jo is going bald and i'll get the whoopsiedaisies hairstyle.
step3: get out of college.
step4: make a lot of money.
step5: when you reach 30 years of age,contact each other.
step6:if you're still single,take the money and put it in a joint account.
step7:invest in a mutual fund.
step8: when the cash is ready,head off to a third world country.(probably brazil)
step9: locate some handsome men,desperately in need of money.
step10: pay them.share them.give them a bonus for a foot massage.
step11:die.


oh well.
thats the plan.
lets see if we can make it.


> the stephen sarvar story and the kasbekar story.

jo:"steve plays the drums."
me:"and basketball."
jo:"plus he's good looking."
me:"very."
jo:"plus he's a painter."
me:"yes,and a fantastic one at that."
jo:"plus he's a nice guy.he asked me to sit down.:)"
me:"true."
jo:"plus he's rich.very rich."
me:"damn right."

jo:"holy shit dude,steve's got everything and we've got nothing."


maybe.just maybe steve has SOME fault,SOMEWHERE.
like a mole on his butt or something.



> all the nose tapping.
apparantly tapping my nose is fun.

tap tap tap tappatapatat.
it started during one of the boring math lectures.
jo discovered a new way of keeping herself entertained during integration.

yes.
for the love of differential calculus.


> i remember jo coming out of the last show of our annual day and looking grumpy as ever.

"i kicked don quixote's sword.and it flew and hit the bucket.and i almost fell.how's that for a dance?"

and the ride back home where you explained how J.N.S always forced its students to participate and so you had to dance in the 'pied piper show' dressed as a rat.

"i was a rat.with pink ears.and we just had this one step."

jo.
we love it when you dance.
*just nod*



>i remember the night we skipped dinner at vivum.and were alone in the dorm.
because we felt fat that day.
and we'd already had two pizzas and hot chocolate fudge in the afternoon.

and we talked all night.
about our height.
about our cousins.
about steve.

that night i realized you were so much like me.
and yet so unique in your own way.
i forgot the reason i had hated you when we'd first met.


>the time you started crying because i told you i was going to kill you with that blade.
they told me much later that you'd started crying.
i didn't mean it ofcourse.
but it was understood why i wanted the blade.
and i was pissed off na.
so thats why.


> for all the things we both hate:

1.Integration.
2.chibber.
3.hypocritical girls.
4.bald old men.
5.baldness in general.
6.rich spoilt people.
7.vanessa 'ANN' hudgens.
8.her cow type voice.
9.curvy miss.
10.jamnagar times with gathiya and thepla.

and the things we both love:

1.amy winehouse.:D
2.converse.
3.zaheer.
4.chest hair.(harhar!)
5.the ball scratcher voice.
6.ness' 'eh? oh.'
7.scoring a 'goal' in basket ball.(yeah.the one time i scored a basket,i shouted "yay.GOAL!" ftw)
8.chibber.oh well.

homo loving son of a dhokla.

9.printed bloomers.
10.sketching,sketching and more sketching.


oh well jo.
i hope your feeling happy today.
:)






^jo and me.
almost a year back.
she looks like hedwig.
and i look like a walnut chinned shubha mudgal.
its who we are.