I’m not fun enough to think of a title.

Today was a strange one. A girl I’ve never talked to /knew ever existed was forced to share her grammar exercise book (yes, grammar bo-stop laughing) with me today (is her name Esther-I’m not too sure) even though she made a face at first (she grimaced actually). At the end of it all , I could tell that she was surprised at how great my company was.

Let me tell you what she looks like:
She has bland lemon shaped eyes.
A spotless oval face.
She wears her blue black boring hair in a long plait (or does everyone call it a ‘braid’ now?)
Usually, she wraps herself up in a nylon-synthetic salwar kameez (that has aunty prints, you know, the green leafy stuff).
She loves a plain dupatta (or for non-understanders, a scarf) across her neck…Like a throat band.

This is what I aim to be

She hated the fact that she was asked by the Prof to remove herself from her row of viking-pixie friends and sit next to the loudest mouth in town (c’est moi).What was worse for her, was that her personal belonging-the grammar book, was going to be ‘touched’ by me and therefore soiled forever, bringing down the standards of every item that it came in contact with. The book was shifted away every time I tried to reach for it. Damn.

She grimaced.

What  a ‘cartoon’, as they say in the capital. They also say “thappar maaroongi” out of affection. That sounds like a threat as it translates into something like “Ima slap you!”. Oh and “maar hi daalogey” is another one. It’s a compliment. In english, it means “you’re just going to kill me” (with what? Your good looks? Your amazing cooking? The mind boggles). The capital drips with violent love. If we slap you it means we love you, and to kill you-well you’ll just have to be amazing at something.

C'est Moi.

Soon after this person (whom I’m secretly jealous of, because she’s 10 times more behenji than I am) sits next to me, with her legs hanging over one side of her chair. In my world, you either sit like that when you’re at the table when the food’s a drag, or you’re ready to leave at any given moment.

Now, within seconds after I had apologized and thanked her a million times (the best way to annoy someone), I then concentrated on getting my hands on her book (that’s all I really want). She miraculously realizes that I’m a wonderful person (heh) that she is now friends with (mmm) and decides to make ‘hanging out plans’ with me ( what’s with my english).

Sports' Girls are really out there with college outings. They're also really awkward to stand and bend around.

What’s the plan?

To join her and her pals (or pal-only the viking one was interested) for an organized picnic for everyone in Arts. Did you just fall off your chair when you read the word ‘picnic’?
If you didn’t, then you’re a convent educated dearie who has ‘sweet sweet’ memories of school outings, where you’d be allowed to share a field with boys from your ‘brother school’. Well, in this case, it’s actually different, okay. There are no males in the scene at all. “If boys are there, then problems are there.”  And it’s a little iffy , because the venue is called ‘Worlds of Wonder’. Hey at least it’s not ‘Wet n Wild resort’ (Gurgaon). That would have been horrible. What a horrible name. Shame on those people.

My new best friend (Esther?…Pallavi?….Jane?)  told me that I should go and have fun in life, instead of just sitting around and doing nothing……Holy smokes she knows me too well, and how!

People who apparently know how to have fun. I've just seen pictures of them oozing with sweaty drippy make up and tight bulgy looking clothes.

If I don’t go, I’m not a ‘fun’ person and definitely repudiate the title and position I have achieved in my life. That of a ‘Behenji’. If I do go, the people who have been forced to be my friends will have a great excuse to run away. That too, with speed.

Anyway, I caught this music video of some band of boys in Iran. It makes me laugh and lets me jive. Please tell me what you think about it, and which of the 4 is the hottest according to you. My pick is the camel.
Oh but it is funny. Good job. Note how the woman’s hand is covered in a glove…Sigh.

A Week of Doing

I’m super tired and ultra tied up with tiny projects here and there! At the moment I’m working on a chapter from a friend’s life and I need to photograph a sketch I made of her at 1am…I’ve tried twice and I can never get the exposure right to get the details of the sketch in clarity minus the grainy texture of the paper…If anyone out there has any ‘Oooh what about-‘ ideas please email me!
On the whole, the week before last was a scary one. I had to double up as an editor along with a friend (we managed to edit and get the magazine printed together! The reviews? Outstandingly pleasant!) and an exhibition enthusiast (we got a mini exhibition ready, as exposed in my last post. I even took on the role  of an event photographer, capturing as many scenes of the fest as I could, and got backstage access to venues everywhere. Life was good…Until I nearly got busted out of campus!)  So here’s a run down of what my hands were up to during the past week:

Out of all the designs I fleshed out for the Photography Society, this was the chosen one!
I finally got down to making my 'Tea Time Thinker's Notebook'. Made from recycled material
The rear of the Book
Flippity Flip
More books made by me.This one is a travel journal with a design of an ancient Indian cow-to remind me of home
I did my take on the art work of a child artist in Singapore. This notebook is for pure thick and thorough writing
Where I got my Tea Thinker's Notebook idea from. I bought a book, added a cover and slipped behind it labels of teas I sipped

Meanwhile, the design for the magazine cover of Communique (our Mass Communications Journal) had cropped up, in need of a hand to fill its space and bring colour to its life. I tried my hand at it as well:

The first idea of a megaphone
A vintage classy-ish version was thought of next
And finally the end result, with the much appreciated addition of colour splashes done by my friend!
Flippity Flip! Some content inside, the photostory on the right is my own!
Work done by other extremely talented photographers
Another sneak peak!

So that was it. It was a frenzied affair, sprinkled with lots of kicking and screaming, but it was done! Doing things without stopping to imagine how it’d be like if you didn’t have to do stuff, is a real time saver and keeps your energy levels way up there. After having completed everything on my list, I felt like doing much more and now I’m familiar with the ‘hook’ of being a workaholic!