Lights, Camera, and Action
I am sitting home alone on a Saturday evening.
I am glad the old Khush is back.
I missed her terribly.
Life has been so hectic lately as if everything had been happening on fast forward. Everyday has been a rollercoaster, and I am not complaining for I am enjoying it all very much since I know very soon we all will move on in our lives leaving some of the cherished individuals behind as we go chasing after our dreams. Of course not purposely will we leave each other's hand but life is like the ocean for it will carry us willingly or unwillingly towards the shores of greater civilization. Leaving it upon us to decide whether we want to fight the waves for advancement or just let it carry our lifeless bodies ashore. What a lovely picture I have painted. Mahshallah.
This past week, forget me just having amusing things to report on the weekend, because now I go out during the week too.
WEDNESDAY:
It was our UTSAV diwali dinner. UTSAV being our South Asian organization on campus in which, Roshanee and I are co-presidents. I must say I was very happy with the turnout and the whole event as a whole. The place was a renovated building with a hint of aristocratic snobbery still lingering in the air which made the atmosphere just perfect for our formal get together. The evening incorporated romantic music lazily drifted out of the large terrace equipped windows beckoning outsiders to join in the mystical aromatic festivities inside. Where reunited friends, old and new, passed the night getting drunk off of old memories and each other's laughter. But no night is which out it's scandals and garam masala so let me not pause any further in reporting the before mentioned deviances. We had nosebleeds, slaves, men acting like women who just got their nails done, girls seducing men with 9 yards of fabric, green initiation markers, fires which were never meant to get started, a flood from a mysterious origin on the carpet, a parade of dadi ma's singing "take me out to the ballgame,", phone calls intercepted by non-showering later comers, underweight birthday girls squealing at a bar at 2 AM, boys walking home on the parkway in a desolate, quiet world, and a memorable conversation in the rain on my cell phone. I must say a lot goes on in one night.
This is the new executive board for UTSAV:
Rosh and Rishi:
Amrita scaring Sush with her sari:
Afjal, Rishi and I:
THURSDAY:
Hypnosis has long progressed from the man who waves a pocket watch back and forth, guiding his subject into a semi-sleep, zombie-like state. Mysel, plus a large group of about 30 something students from NU, went to see Frank Santos, or otherwise known as the R-rated hypnotist, at the Comedy Connection at Quincy Market. He reduced men and women alike with the aid of lights and calming music to believe their breasts were growing in front of them, to have an orgasm when ever he uttered the word "drink", and do a striptease for the audience's enjoyment among other things. It was an entertaining show to witness, the power of suggestion and words. Amongst all the drinking, french fries, evil stares, being called by the wrong name, blood curdling screams, indian food leftovers, heavy duty plant cleaning, walking in the rain to get a PS3, and watching Kabhi Alvida Nah Kehna with 3 boys commenting on sari embroideries, the night was a delicious break from the demanding world of academics.
FRIDAY:
After a filling lunch at Qdoba's, and salvaging the wreckage from my apartment after Hurricane Bindra hit it while dressing on Wednesday and Thursday, it was decided we would see the movie, Departed at 7:20PM at Fenway AMC and then Casino Royale at 11:15PM. Departed starring Matt Damon, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Jack Nicholson, told the story of two men from opposite sides of the law, who are undercover within the Massachusetts State Police and the Irish Mafia. The movie consisted of killing wrecklessly, Irish dominance, racist undertones, vulnerability, and the recycled motto from the X-files, "Trust no one." How could I not like it. The new 007 movie starring Daniel Craig as the new James Bond raised your adrenaline in the more erotic and sensual way. From Bond's apparent arrogance and disregard to authority, a shower scene epitomizing tenderness, the Aston MartinDBS he drove, the torture scene which left many aching, and the African monkey which showcased his abilities in the beginning, the movie was an absolute delight.
Memorable Quotes:
M: This may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand...
James Bond: What I understand, double-ohs have a very short life expectancy. (if you guys are still clueless..Think more erotically)
Vesper Lynd: Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
James Bond: No, don't worry. You're not my type.
Vesper Lynd: Smart?
James Bond: Single.
Besides men fawning over apparently the last female on this planet, meeting unexpected confidant's from the past, salt covered popcorn, particular eagerness for Bond to seduce the Bond girl, musical chairs/ keep away from me, a little boy winning me a teddy bear, unexpected cold fronts putting a damper on brazen t-shirt clad men's egos, Chinese food, and Facebook re-modeling. I think it's safe to say my evening was far from uneventful.
I am glad the old Khush is back.
I missed her terribly.
Life has been so hectic lately as if everything had been happening on fast forward. Everyday has been a rollercoaster, and I am not complaining for I am enjoying it all very much since I know very soon we all will move on in our lives leaving some of the cherished individuals behind as we go chasing after our dreams. Of course not purposely will we leave each other's hand but life is like the ocean for it will carry us willingly or unwillingly towards the shores of greater civilization. Leaving it upon us to decide whether we want to fight the waves for advancement or just let it carry our lifeless bodies ashore. What a lovely picture I have painted. Mahshallah.
This past week, forget me just having amusing things to report on the weekend, because now I go out during the week too.
WEDNESDAY:
It was our UTSAV diwali dinner. UTSAV being our South Asian organization on campus in which, Roshanee and I are co-presidents. I must say I was very happy with the turnout and the whole event as a whole. The place was a renovated building with a hint of aristocratic snobbery still lingering in the air which made the atmosphere just perfect for our formal get together. The evening incorporated romantic music lazily drifted out of the large terrace equipped windows beckoning outsiders to join in the mystical aromatic festivities inside. Where reunited friends, old and new, passed the night getting drunk off of old memories and each other's laughter. But no night is which out it's scandals and garam masala so let me not pause any further in reporting the before mentioned deviances. We had nosebleeds, slaves, men acting like women who just got their nails done, girls seducing men with 9 yards of fabric, green initiation markers, fires which were never meant to get started, a flood from a mysterious origin on the carpet, a parade of dadi ma's singing "take me out to the ballgame,", phone calls intercepted by non-showering later comers, underweight birthday girls squealing at a bar at 2 AM, boys walking home on the parkway in a desolate, quiet world, and a memorable conversation in the rain on my cell phone. I must say a lot goes on in one night.
This is the new executive board for UTSAV:
Rosh and Rishi:
Amrita scaring Sush with her sari:
Afjal, Rishi and I:
THURSDAY:
Hypnosis has long progressed from the man who waves a pocket watch back and forth, guiding his subject into a semi-sleep, zombie-like state. Mysel, plus a large group of about 30 something students from NU, went to see Frank Santos, or otherwise known as the R-rated hypnotist, at the Comedy Connection at Quincy Market. He reduced men and women alike with the aid of lights and calming music to believe their breasts were growing in front of them, to have an orgasm when ever he uttered the word "drink", and do a striptease for the audience's enjoyment among other things. It was an entertaining show to witness, the power of suggestion and words. Amongst all the drinking, french fries, evil stares, being called by the wrong name, blood curdling screams, indian food leftovers, heavy duty plant cleaning, walking in the rain to get a PS3, and watching Kabhi Alvida Nah Kehna with 3 boys commenting on sari embroideries, the night was a delicious break from the demanding world of academics.
FRIDAY:
After a filling lunch at Qdoba's, and salvaging the wreckage from my apartment after Hurricane Bindra hit it while dressing on Wednesday and Thursday, it was decided we would see the movie, Departed at 7:20PM at Fenway AMC and then Casino Royale at 11:15PM. Departed starring Matt Damon, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Jack Nicholson, told the story of two men from opposite sides of the law, who are undercover within the Massachusetts State Police and the Irish Mafia. The movie consisted of killing wrecklessly, Irish dominance, racist undertones, vulnerability, and the recycled motto from the X-files, "Trust no one." How could I not like it. The new 007 movie starring Daniel Craig as the new James Bond raised your adrenaline in the more erotic and sensual way. From Bond's apparent arrogance and disregard to authority, a shower scene epitomizing tenderness, the Aston MartinDBS he drove, the torture scene which left many aching, and the African monkey which showcased his abilities in the beginning, the movie was an absolute delight.
Memorable Quotes:
M: This may be too much for a blunt instrument to understand...
James Bond: What I understand, double-ohs have a very short life expectancy. (if you guys are still clueless..Think more erotically)
Vesper Lynd: Am I going to have a problem with you, Bond?
James Bond: No, don't worry. You're not my type.
Vesper Lynd: Smart?
James Bond: Single.
Besides men fawning over apparently the last female on this planet, meeting unexpected confidant's from the past, salt covered popcorn, particular eagerness for Bond to seduce the Bond girl, musical chairs/ keep away from me, a little boy winning me a teddy bear, unexpected cold fronts putting a damper on brazen t-shirt clad men's egos, Chinese food, and Facebook re-modeling. I think it's safe to say my evening was far from uneventful.
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