Monday, January 1, 2018

An Ode to Loreto: My Alma Mater

For as long as I remember, I have changed schools and met new people.

It was fun for a while to change lives back and forth... until it wasn't anymore.
When you're the "new girl" everywhere you go, there isn't much that people know about you and suddenly you have the power to change something about you or be someone entirely different from what you were before. Nobody would know.

Thing is, how long can you carry on being people you're not and living lives that aren't yours? At some point you get tired and then try to find your way back to when things were simpler and you could be you.

Except, you no longer know who "you" are anymore.

I was lost for sometime back there. Me trying to please everybody, got me into a whole big mess.
Of course, certain people, certain promises and certain circumstances kept me going, but the real struggle was within.

You know those people who have everything figured right from day one? Yeah, I've never been one of them. Quite the opposite.

How do you get from A to B without having an inkling as to what exactly B should be?

Authors are really fancy people you know?
They use these big words and wonderful phrases that make you believe in their stories. Well more often than not, they just remain stories.

Loreto


Of course I was warned. 
"Loads of snobs over there."
"Don't go, too much discipline."
"Don't go, you won't ever have  life!"
"Don't go", "Just don't", "Please don't do this to yourself."....

You ever have that strange urge when you simply have to go do the exact same thing you're told not to? :D

I chose Loreto, just like Loreto chose me.

At first, the discipline was crumbling, the routine was exhausting, the assemblies seemed pointless and the attendance would drive you crazy. It was all too much.

Only after the first 4 months did I realize how much everything had changed around me. 
If you've ever been to Loreto College, Middleton Row you'll know what I'm talking about instantly.

When you step in, there's this invisible wall that comes up. You can no longer hear anybody yelling, or see people roaming around mindlessly. Sure you'll see the ladies hanging around the back lawn or chatting on the benches outside, but nobody stays out during class. 
  • There's a way of walking you fall into after 6 months of "Loreto".
  • "You all" becomes "ya'll"
  • You can no longer speak in broken English, even if you tried
  • You finally understand how to hold your grace even when you've let your hair down
  • Nobody bumps into anybody on campus
  • Nobody dresses inappropriately. (You actually get sent home for that)
When people say, Loreto Girls are snobbish, go right ahead and tell them, "It's called a trademark."


What kept me going though...

Was the batch of 2018. 
Loreto brought me most importantly, close to a group of amazing young ladies who have not just proven but also established themselves in more ways than one in a span of 3 years.

For a former tomboy like me, it was a revelation to see so many girls who didn't care about what moisturizer they used or what brand they preferred. They were driven, determined, goal-oriented just as they were trendy, beautiful and smart. Our class and batch has stuck together so many times on many occasions that it becomes a little difficult for me to narrate everything at one go.

I could describe every single classmate and not grow tired. Just when you think you can't be surprised, Loreto will surprise you. From not being allowed to use the revered "yellow staircase" in first year to grandly exhibiting our new found privileges in third year, we have come a long way.
  • Biryanis on Wednesdays
  • KFC and MacD on the call
  • Practically living in the Geo labs/classrooms
  • Cribbing about the amount of cartridges we have to finish
  • Cribbing about assmebly
  • Cribbing about pass classes
  • Playing badminton on the back lawn during winters
  • Ramu's "chalo hanste hain" time during lunch hours
  • "Bhaiya do samosa, ek coffee" during short break
  • smuggling hot coffee into class
  • dozing away in classes just to be pinched or shoved awake later
  • Being the last bencher with the chattiest people right in your row
  • Breezing through classes with raging debates and thundering discussions
  • Guarding our rotrings like they were precious jewels
  • Personifying our scales as "Deepak" in recognition of their importance in a geographer's life XD
  • Staying up for projects, pinging each other, updating everyone about our progress
  • Sleeping all through the vacations (since its the only time we got to sleep)
I could go on for a veeeery long time here.
2017 has been too good to me. Me and my friends have been together through too much, when it was fun and even when it wasn't.

I have loved in more ways than one and have had to let go of things and people I'd never thought I'd have to. I have lived for a change and I finally found my place.

Loreto is Home. Loreto has been there in the form of teachers, classmates, friends and family whenever I needed it. I thought I was a feminist when I entered Loreto. But I know that when I leave, I will do so, believing in the equality that others are fighting for.

I finally believe in Loreto. It will always have our backs, no matter what.
But it is going to be very difficult to bid goodbye to Home.

The one thing that strikes you about goodbyes is that there are never going to be enough of them and it is never going to get any easier saying them.
On that note...

Goodbye 2017. I have loved you very much and I will miss you very much. <3

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Black Coffee

You walk right out of bed, with your hair looking like a crow's nest and your feet lazily tucked into your slippers. You're not even fully awake yet, but you're habituated enough to perform the routine without even opening your eyes.


So you just rub your eyes, get your cup out, hold it out under the water filter, till its filled to the right level and then stick it into the microwave and shut the door to it. When its warm enough you can spoon in just the right amount of coffee into it and then just stay there, enjoying the aroma of pure black coffee.

The Key to a Perfect Cup,...

Is to not add sugar.

Any sane person who loves Black coffee knows this. Sugar isn't good for your coffee. It entirely suppresses the bitterness of strong and pure coffee.

Before you tell me, that's the whole point of adding sugar...hear me out.

Take a sip

You won't like it. For most, its an acquired taste. For some, you take right to it. 
Its too bitter when its cold and too sweet with the sugar. Its bland if its not black enough and unbearable if its "too" black.


To get just the right amount of coffee into your morning, you'd have to be an avid coffee lover, who is actually willing to go through all those trial and error experiences, to get you to the perfect cup full of hot, fresh, nice black coffee.

Yeah, I just had mine. Good Morning Y'all :p


Sunday, December 10, 2017

When Snow Simmered

Open Day at Loreto College is a food and fun Fete.

The students raise money by selling homemade food and articles and the profits made, are given to NGOs as charity money, or as clothes and food to the poor on the streets.

As the name suggests, Open Day is open to all. People from different colleges, friends, family and colleagues all step in to buy items, have food, dance to their favourite records and have fun at Loreto.

This Open Day

Mahasweta and I decided to step out of the "Loreto students' entrepreneurship", and step into "Independent entrepreneurship". So under our Principal's "Young Lady Entrpreneurs" innitiative, we set up a stall with other companies and establishments, to not just start our new venture, but to also check out our standing.

MENU!!! (Snowy Simmer)


We had 
  • Choco Ridges (chococolate cake with dark chocolate icing, sprinkles and cherry on the top!)
  • Chocolate Cakes (A loooot of chocolate cake with chocolate chips, cranberries and sprinkles)
  • Butterscotch Cake (Double layered with cherry on the top)
  • Choco Cupcakes (Each one designed uniquely)
  • Cranberry Cookies
  • Choco Chip Cookies
  • Candy Pops!
Our stall, "Snowy Simmer", was a success from the beginning. Items started selling out, even before I got there in the first place. You couldn't imagine the smile Mahasweta gave me as I rushed in late, with my backpack, cookies and cakes, with Neelu.

Safe to say, I was late. Traffic, 3 cakes, 2 boxes of cookies...one me? Of course, I was late. (None of my fault though)

So I flew into the room and I see my partner doing buisiness like a pro at a cake stall without a knife, a tablecloth or even the money bag. 

M: "Where were you?!"
S: "Umm, traffic?"
M (shaking her head and smiling): "Get the tablecloth out, we're in buisiness!"

Customer Service

Is difficult. Period.

Customers need boxes, they need toothpicks, spoons, tissue papers, bins, 20 requests per minute and they NEVER come individually, bringing entire groups in, crowding at your stall.

We had times when all we did was Snapchat and click pictures (with filters and maybe on DSLRs).
Then there were times when we both were simply scrambling around to get the tissues and toothpicks and paper plates and change in time. 

There were even times when either Maha or I went around selling cookies right from the jar to even the other stalls nearby. (XD that was fun)

She Caught me Once:

I was out there on one of my "rounds" with the cookie jar, which basically consisted of going around and checking out good stuff to buy, chatting around and having more food. 

There I was, offering one free cookie to one of my friends and I whispered,
"Don't tell Maha I gave you this. Shhh", when I hear "Sanchariiiii, this is nooot how you sell stuff!"

Mahasweta caught me. :( 
But then she burst out laughing 2 seconds later, so I kind of sighed and laughed nervously too.
What? I'm a nice person and I'd give you a free cookie too. ;)

Serving Friends:

Needless to say, we pulled in too many classmates, friends, teachers and others to our stall, marketing and advertising like crazy.

We received an order for a birthday cake! That was the highlight of the day.
Maha had managed to get hold of one of her seniors and persuade him to come to our Fete. He and his friend are now going to be our first official customers to actually place an order for a cake. (Good news, good news all the way.)

Partner Rocks:

We wouldn't even have broken even had it not been for Maha's amazing marketing skills, crazy dedication and absolutely remarkable talent.

The idea may initially have been mine, but the thing is that without Miss Mahasweta Chakraborty, it would have been just another one of my crazy ideas. 
She made our dream come true. Had she not agreed to partner up with me (lazy, crazy, always me), Snowy Simmer would have been another dream away.

Ooh and We wore SheIn!

We had both placed orders at Shein.com before the fete and we had expected our clothes to come on time. Somehow by the time we came up with the idea of the stall, we both decided that we wanted to wear new Shein stuff for the opening. 

Maha's order was late, but JUST IN TIME. Her order arrived the day before Open Day while mine had already come in ages ago. We were absolutely able to simmer with our new favourite sweatshirts that day. <3


In fact, I'd do it all over agian. :D

Monday, November 27, 2017

How we finally got to watch Justice League

Saturday morning began with my daily routine of groaning, whining, rolling in bed and getting back up to get ready for class.

We Loretoites do have college on Saturdays and believe me, I'm tired of reminding my own parents about that.

Justice League had been my daily cartoon/ panacea/ drug for most of my childhood and then Marvel was able to come up with a MOVIE on it, but most of my friends had bailed on me and my sister was too far away then to drag her along. So, I did the one thing I could do ...I got ready for class.




What was normal about the day

I got late.

Now our class has this special system of recording latecomers and devising ways of how to stall the professor so we (the latecomers) can arrive by the time the "attendance register" comes into the scene. 

So as is usual, I dropped in a message on WhatsApp in our class group saying "LATE".
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I missed the metro

Nothing unusual. Every single time I am in time for my auto to the metro (which takes me to my college), some moron decides to hold the traffic longer by driving their huge vehicle in the super-narrow lane at the speed of 10km/hour. I am not even kidding.
That is absolutely why I'm late for my metro. (Usually. But I have better excuses too...usually.)

How Things Got Set Into Motion

Texts
Me: "I'm late and I wanna go watch JL" 
Mouli: "Me too."
Me: "Do you think we can miss classes during the second half?"
Mouli: "We have field report...can't miss" 
Me (rolling my eyes): "First half? Just slowwwwwly walk away from class"
Mouli: "I'm late, not even in class. Tell me where to get down."
Me (absolutely awake by now): "ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Meet me at ***"
Once Mouli reached the station I realized that the movie had already started playing at the hall we were planning on going to.

Dialogue
Mouli: BANTU! We could have gone to the other station for that other movie hall. Why did you ask me to get down??????
Me: Maaf kar de maatey. Lets go now, we can still make it. 20 minutes in hand.

Reaching Awaited Destination

We ran. Literally.
Into the next metro....up the stairs...from the station....down the road....to the mall.

Miraculously, for the first time in a long time in my life, the elevator was actually working at this crucial point. We rode it up to the hall and were then informed that the movie wouldn't even start before 10. (Phew, It was the first time I'd reached a hall before the national anthem began playing.)

Mouli was dumb enough to hand over her lunchbox, while I simply tucked mine beneath tonnes of files in my bag, so we wouldn't have to get salty popcorn later. (Genius <3)

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Later On...

We actually went to class for the field classes that day. ( After taking back Mouli's tiffin box back, of course.)

We took a deep breath as we stepped into class. 
To our nerdy minds' relief, there had been no classes of importance that day and we had finally been able to watch what we had been pining away after for soooooo long.


To me, the best part wasn't just having watched my childhood superheroes on screen again. It was the feeling of sisterhood I shared with a kindred spirit who knew my heroes as well as I knew them, shared my fangirl moments with me and definitely drooled over Aquaman and SUPERMAN along with me. XD

Thanks Moulaaaaay! I wouldn't have gone, if you hadn't been as late, as lazy and as impulsive as me. <3

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Monday, October 23, 2017

The Smile We Fake

There comes a day when you wake up and all you want to is to go back to sleep. Reality isn't what it used to be and doesn't mean as much to you anymore.

Even heaving yourself up from the bed seems like a job. You just throw your right arm over your eyes and stay there wondering for a minute: "Do I really need to wake up today?"

Life doesn't stop though and wait for you to come up to speed. It just goes on. Life has a momentum that is unnerving sometimes, irritating many a times and hard to keep up with most times. 

The Routine

Instead of actually talking to someone or clearing out issues, you just fall into your monotonous routine.
  • Get out of bed
  • Get that coffee going
  • Pack your bags
  • Pull out your clothes
  • Cram in a sandwich
  • Pick your stuff and rush 
Somedays you wonder how you got through the day. Other times you feel this crushing weight of impending doom, that you can do absolutely nothing about. It isn't depression, it isn't about being sad. It is just the mundanity of it all.

The Socializing

Talking to people takes effort on days like these. You realize how social others are, and how "not in the mood" you are. Time just doesn't go fast enough. Everything pulses to the same monotonous beat and all you can do is somehow go through the motions, get to the finish line. Except, at no time are you able to really let go and think for a while.

The Smile

You plaster on that fake smile you muster from Heaven knows where and you deal with stuff as best as you can. It is most important that nobody notices. For if they do, there are going to be many questions. Questions you don't know the answers to. Questions that still need further consideration.

You don't need questions in your life right then. You just want the soothing familiarity of everything routine. People shouldn't know. It'll just take more effort on your part to make them understand. You'd rather pretend every single thing is in place and that everything is just peachy. Your plastered smile isn't as fake as you feel. You can still do this.

The End

You count hours till the end of the day. Maybe even minutes. The routine helps though. It always helps. And so does the smile. "Fake it, until you make it", right?




Saturday, October 7, 2017

Morning Walk and a Movie

Unfortunate circumstances make the best of stories...

I shrugged on my baggiest top and heaved my roomiest satchel up one shoulder and looked at the mirror.
"Will do."


*ping* Priya: You coming?
Me: Just leaving home.

"Bye MAAA!"
And then I shut the door. (*bang*)
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Smirking on having managed to irk my mother even at 10 in the morning, I started hurrying down the road. No autos, just walking. 

Back Story:
I hadn't met Priya in a while. We were going to meet Suvechha at the hall and even her and I simply exchanged half-hearted "hi's" and "hellos" at college.
None of that mattered though. One of us was in trouble, so all of us were going out.

The Movie (...)
Judwa 2 is not Judwa 1, but Judwa 2 is almost Judwa 1.
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Get it? No?
That's alright.

I grabbed the popcorn, Priya got our tickets....and Suvechha came in late.
No surprise there.

Once we got into our seats though, Priya felt this really strong urge to check her phone and that lead to a lot of popcorn landing right on our feet.
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Me: "Nice. Very very nice."
Suvechha: "SAVE THE FOOD!"
Priya: "Ok ok, I'm on it!"

We didn't really do a great job though. There was still some popcorn on the floor.
No matter. Suvechha and Priya shoved it right under the seats in front of us, while I was still trying to talk them out of it.

Suvechha: "Sanchari you should help."
Me: "No way, I'm the sensible one" 
*I spilt a little cold drink*
Priya: "Right XD"
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Thankfully, our Bollywood movie started right then, with a cranked up Bollywood music number. Safe to say, our movie went well, between 
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  • Passing vile comments at crappy scenes
  • Eyeing the villain wayyyyy too long, in ways too wrong (eye-candy)
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  • Staying awake through really bad jokes
  • Stalling peeing to sit through the scenes
  • and spilling some more food and drinks ( don't judge.)
My friends aren't crazy, or amazing, or loveable, or cute or just any one thing.
They are them and that's why I love them....

Which is why I dragged them along for an hour long walk.

Suvechha whined and Priya seemed a little worried but then I calmed them down with the typically Bengali dialogue "Eiitto, pouche gechi! Just aar ektu!"

Translation: We're almost there! Juuust a little more.

Of course, they didn't believe me. That doesn't mean they wouldn't walk. That's because there's nothing better than walking and talking when there's simply too much to talk about. 

From Priya's "We should always stay single" to my "Damn, boy's are irritating" to Suvechha's "I can't walk anymore, I'll faint right here"...
We were somehow able to reach my favourite lake in the city. 
  • Deep deep discussions
  • Too many selfies
  • Avoiding couples all the way in and then all the way back
  • Priya singing really old Hindi songs
  • Suvechha huffing on the bench
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Priya: You know, all of this doesn't make sense
Suvechha: I need water
Me: You know, I agree with you. The world is just not worth it.
Priya: We try so hard. 
Me: And then it takes so little to fall apart.
Priya: But how can the universe be so cruel
Me: Fuck the world. We should totally stay away from all things non-fun.
Suvechha: ... We need cold drinks.
Priya: What?...
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Of course, we got Suvechha her cold drink, after another 30-minute long walk, which I dragged the girls through.  <3
Couldn't let her faint on us. How do you think we'd carry her??



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Sunday, August 6, 2017

2,500 views...Almost there

Hey there

This post is just a huge THANK YOU to all my lovely readers.
The City Girl is almost going to hit 2,500 views and I promise to put up posts on any of your suggestions as soon as the target is achieved!

Guest posts are gonna be put up here from amateur and experienced bloggers alike from the next week. (contact via profile if you're a writer)
Stay tuned for more and THANKS again. :D

#BookChat on comments section
xoxo

Sunday, July 23, 2017

How to Groom a Groom Classes (Part1)

Ethics classes at Loreto college, in the third year, are different.

Quite... different...

As a young lady, the extent of your education or skill set should not depend upon how well you can cook "butter chicken" or how nicely you drape your saree.

To be honest, I can't do either very well.

But the bottom line is that I'm willing to learn all of that, for my sake and not for the purpose of bagging the next best groom on an online match-making website.

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Gender based qualifications required for marriage:

Sister (our principal), started class by reciting a few posts put up on a certain match making website.

Interestingly...the guy's resume would go something like this...."Tall banker/engineer/doctor/etc. earning --- of 40 years, coming from well educated Brahmin/Kshatriya family. Looking for fair complexioned, 5'4" or taller girl between ages 20-30, coming from good Brahmin family."

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And vice versa for the prospective bride's ad.
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Therefore...

In India or say most other places...the educational as well as economic qualifications of a prospective groom would matter most. 

While at the same time, the prospective bride should definitely be a great beauty disregarding her aptitude for a job or her annual/monthly income. 

When Sister asked what kind of a guy do you Young Ladies like?

Out of a class of about 260 final year students...we came up with only 3 physical characteristics, which were again subjective to different perspectives.

When it came to morals, beliefs, ideas and personality attributes though... My batch mates surprised even themselves.

We came up with a total of 53 personality related attributes and values.

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I asked the guys as well:


Men, of course, I don't want you to feel left out. 

So I tried asking a few male friends, what their kind of "woman" would be.

When they said "men are physical creatures", they weren't kidding.

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Apparently to notice a woman you first look for their physical aspects and then... If they feel she is fun to be around... will they make the effort to stay around.

Then again, in the long term, most guys believe their woman should have her own sense of individuality and independence.

In the end:

All our choices vary. No two people are the same. Men and women do differ though.

From the way they think about matters, to the way they operate. 

But, that does not mean you bring in your prejudices into the next level of a relationship.

Before you even consider getting married, you would have to establish yourself as an individual who can actually operate on your own.

Otherwise, what is the point of bringing in the extra responsibility that comes from being a couple.?

Ladies, you do not need an excuse to stay single. It's a choice, just like any other and you're the one who's ultimately going to have to make it.

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Monday, July 17, 2017

Flipping Off Your "Humanity Switch"




You may have come across people in daily life who have the ability to completely turn off their emotions for a while.

People belonging to the "Vampire Diaries" fandom, know exactly what I'm talking about.

What is this "Humanity Switch"?

Basically, according to Damon, you can flip your humanity on and off as and when you wish to. 

Switching it off lets a vampire detach his/her actions from any emotional judgment or guilt. This is the excuse these creatures have for killing ruthlessly and actually consuming a nutritious diet of blood, blood and just blood.

Can we do it?

Depends...

Upon whether you really want to, whether you have the will to flip it off or whether the situation demands such a thing of you.

You may have seen...

Some people are able to keep a check on their emotions for a certain time and then simply break down once they are ready to. 

Of course, this isn't a healthy way of dealing with problems...but then, what is?

Flipping off emotions, even if for a day or two can help detox. Just stop whatever you are doing. 
That involves 
  • thinking
  • crying
  • pacing
  • whining
  • running
  • etc.

As Sherlock said...

"Personally, I do not have a single spark of humanity."


Technically it isn't possible for humans to flip off their humanity. But it is possible to choose not to feel.

In fact, research has indicated that individuals with extremely high IQs may not have proportionately high EQs (emotional quotient).

Not every person is the same and no event the exact replica of another. So don't worry if nothing else helps you out of a sticky situation. 

Sherlock Holmes, Abert Einstein, Tony Stark and other fictional, as well as real life individuals, have been known to be able to simply flip off their emotions. If they can, you can.

But then... always remember to flip it back on, because even Damon agreed that "If you want to be bad, be bad with a purpose otherwise you're not worth forgiving."Image result for be bad with a purpose damon

Thursday, May 11, 2017

Love Hurts: The Story of a Shoe Bite!

Shoes are bare necessities and that... is a fact of life (ahem).


For any other half-crazed shopaholic young woman out there, it makes perfect sense to buy shoes almost every month and probably splurge a few times in between as well.

Why we love them:

They support you like no other. 

They always let you watch your step.

They never let your feet touch the ground.

How can you not love any object that actually allows you to achieve all these almost impossible tasks?
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How they repay us:

Bought a new shoe recently?

Tried it on? Well, good for you. You know the money was well spent. 

But then again... what happens when you forget that the shoe is new even though it's practically your favourite pair now? 

For all the love and care you show to your shoes, it's unfair to not receive such love and affection from them during the first few days of your relationship.



It's gonna hurt and you know it:

Each and every one of my readers out there; you must remember those moments complaining about the nasty shoe bite your new pair of lovers have given you?

It isn't fair. It isn't playing by the rules. And most of all, it isn't exactly what you'd signed up for when you saw that pair of shining, sleek new shoes in the store.

It hurts to be hurt by what you love with such passion. And "precaution is better than cure" becomes the anthem of your life.

That is the reason we always make it a point to carry bandaids around...just in case. (No? Ok maybe just me)


Luckily, it gets better:

Even after all that hurt and dejection, as with every other problematic situation, your shoes do start loving you back at some point.

They fit perfectly already. After the initial few days, you don't even face much problem strutting around in them.


After all, if it weren't for constant, dedicated, unconditional and undying love... where would we be?

An Ode to Loreto: My Alma Mater

For as long as I remember, I have changed schools and met new people. It was fun for a while to change lives back and forth... until it w...