("CAPITAL", get it? Cos I'm in Delhi. Ok, no more groans. And ENOUGH with throwing rotten eggs at me!)
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A-hem...
Helloooo gitty ones!
I heard some rumours about keeping this blog alive so I just thought I'd drop in... and, like most rumours THAT proved to be untrue! So I'm starting a new rumour now! THIS BLOG IS ALIVE!
So get your asses here, everyone!
Am I too demanding? Huh! I don't give a damn! :P
Ok, so what's happening with me? (I'm gonna tell you, even if you don't want to know--what a treat!) Well, I have managed in my usual whining way to settle into life at JNU. It's a lovely campus--huge and green. I'm in the School of Languages, Literature and Culture Studies and my dept. is the Centre for Linguistics. Classes are excellent--we have some very important and famous Indian linguists as part of our faculty. The course is brilliant. Semantics is so far my favourite paper--it's all abstract and challenging and even slightly philosophical sometimes! Other papers are also great.
The library is HUGE! And I mean it--it's eight stories high with an electronic library coming up on the ninth floor. And then, of course, there's the "cyber library" aka free internet centre. Plus, I'm hearing rumours about a wi-fi network being set up. And there are also dhabhas and canteens at every corner--these people love their food! I'm in good company eh? ;)
I was living in the hostel until recently--I was staying as a guest cos they're taking their sweet time alotting us hostel rooms. Finally, I became sick of living out of the suitcase and moved out to a PG. It's more expensive but then I have some peace of mind! Amma and Vaishu had come down for my birthday(--and yes, those who forgot are forgiven, hehe). Otherwise, I'm not doing much new. Just reading, watching TV shows on my laptop and soaking up the Hindi.
Oh, friends! How did I forget? My classmates are all pretty friendly, though none of them have displayed any truly Gitty qualities so far. Of course, these qualities are difficult to come by, eh? There're about 22 people in my class out of which 4 are guys--no one drool-/crush-worthy, before you ask! The girls are ok (no one too drool-/crush-worthy there either, you dirty minds) but then after being in girls-only institutions for 5 years, it's not hard to deal with them ;)
Well, what else? Enough, I'm bored--you guys must be sleeping on the keyboard. I'll stop now.
Miss you Gits!
Love,
SirGit
Monday, September 01, 2008
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
The story so far.
U.G days have gone away and we have all ended up in different places.
KuttyGit is in Mumbai and turing into an arey-yaar ing brainiac. What with the new blog and all. (link will be uploaded soon)
PoshGit is at Acj turning herself into the journalist of the millenium- not much work necessary I feel.
SplitGit and ObsGit both prepare to take U.K by storm. Those poor Brits wont know what hit them. Come back home soon,though.
TallGit is working a year and then joining up for an MBA and will probably turn into a major tycoon who'll be invited to give inaugral lectures and distribute prizes.
SirGit has flown far from home, and is now fighting dragons in the far reaches of JNU, Delhi. Thou art much missed valiant Sir.
Gitler and Golgit wreak havoc in the unsuspecting Hyderabadi envions of EFLU. Atomic provides them with aid and adds to the comic intervals.
And that is how we are. Go forth Gits and spread your madness far and wide. Thus speaketh the High Priestess of Tig. Nema.
Ps- oy you guys we'd better meet up in Dec or at some time to refuel our Gittiness.Cheers!
AtomicGitten
KuttyGit is in Mumbai and turing into an arey-yaar ing brainiac. What with the new blog and all. (link will be uploaded soon)
PoshGit is at Acj turning herself into the journalist of the millenium- not much work necessary I feel.
SplitGit and ObsGit both prepare to take U.K by storm. Those poor Brits wont know what hit them. Come back home soon,though.
TallGit is working a year and then joining up for an MBA and will probably turn into a major tycoon who'll be invited to give inaugral lectures and distribute prizes.
SirGit has flown far from home, and is now fighting dragons in the far reaches of JNU, Delhi. Thou art much missed valiant Sir.
Gitler and Golgit wreak havoc in the unsuspecting Hyderabadi envions of EFLU. Atomic provides them with aid and adds to the comic intervals.
And that is how we are. Go forth Gits and spread your madness far and wide. Thus speaketh the High Priestess of Tig. Nema.
Ps- oy you guys we'd better meet up in Dec or at some time to refuel our Gittiness.Cheers!
AtomicGitten
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
HIIIIIIII!
Hey! What're you guys up to? How're you feeling? Let's talk, people! Now that Kutty has gone to Mumbai and the rest of us are all more or less set to move on from U.G. life, let's try to keep the git blog alive, eh?
Auld lang syne...
Auld lang syne...
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Gitstory
Three years ago eight girls walked into the awe inspiring portals of the Stella Maris College. Eight girls with no apparent similarities besides deciding to take a degree in the same discipline. I guess it's things like this that make you belive in fate, destiny and other such mumbo-jumbo.
I truly cannot remember when i began talking to Tall-Git.I vaguely remember having lunch with KuttyGit,and wondering how she could have raw tomatos and relish them.I don't know when SirGit and ObsGit began to share lunch with us. I have absolutely no idea when exactly Posh Git began to talk at all, forget talking to me. I still can't figure out why SplitGit and the Gits didn't hang out in the first year. And I sure as hell don't know how we located the consummate Gitler and managed to take her case more than anyone else's in the group. Shows how little memory can be trusted to remember important moments. Or may be it's because they weren't real moments but a gradual process, like the movement of the continents to create the world as it is. The Gits are a world of their own. And though each continent(Though Split and Posh are too horizontally challenged to be called continents) is separate in their own way, we are all still part of the same picture. No matter much we may drift-or even have drifted- the truth is that the Gits are cut from the same cloth. They think alike and their ideals are similar. The truth is that we were meant to be friends. "It's Destiny!" to quote Princess Fiona.
Perhaps I'm getting sappy in my old age, but third year does that to you. You realise, all too suddenly, the mortality of these brief golden years.That in a few years each of us will be talking different languages and something-no matter how small, how slight- will change. After all, as Emerson says, "Change is the only constant." And I believe these things need to be said before we reach that Babelian crossroad where we don't really understand what the other is talking about.
The times we shared cannot be caught
in the figures and markings that
some call words.
In an age where fossils rot and amber is burnt,
There is no stone to preserve our memories.
The only ones who'll carry
The bundle of responses-
Waiting to awake for that single stimulus-
Those prized bits of dew:
Are their Creators.
And I do not know,
If the burst of dawn
will burn the dew away anyway,
But I do know that
That dew existed.
And that's all that matters.
Really sad I know. But I'm no Gitler, Golgit, ObsGit or SplitGit to create mind bogglingly amazing poetry :D, I'm not artistically inclined, I am not super efficient, I'm not responsible, I'm not tech savvy, I'm not much of a thinker or an activist. But despite all my nondescripty, the Gits made me feel different, special even (and not in medical sense). For the last few days College has been hell. And I'd like to say that I could not have chosen a better group to go through hell with.
Enough of mush.
Yours forever and a day,
Atomic Gitten
I truly cannot remember when i began talking to Tall-Git.I vaguely remember having lunch with KuttyGit,and wondering how she could have raw tomatos and relish them.I don't know when SirGit and ObsGit began to share lunch with us. I have absolutely no idea when exactly Posh Git began to talk at all, forget talking to me. I still can't figure out why SplitGit and the Gits didn't hang out in the first year. And I sure as hell don't know how we located the consummate Gitler and managed to take her case more than anyone else's in the group. Shows how little memory can be trusted to remember important moments. Or may be it's because they weren't real moments but a gradual process, like the movement of the continents to create the world as it is. The Gits are a world of their own. And though each continent(Though Split and Posh are too horizontally challenged to be called continents) is separate in their own way, we are all still part of the same picture. No matter much we may drift-or even have drifted- the truth is that the Gits are cut from the same cloth. They think alike and their ideals are similar. The truth is that we were meant to be friends. "It's Destiny!" to quote Princess Fiona.
Perhaps I'm getting sappy in my old age, but third year does that to you. You realise, all too suddenly, the mortality of these brief golden years.That in a few years each of us will be talking different languages and something-no matter how small, how slight- will change. After all, as Emerson says, "Change is the only constant." And I believe these things need to be said before we reach that Babelian crossroad where we don't really understand what the other is talking about.
The times we shared cannot be caught
in the figures and markings that
some call words.
In an age where fossils rot and amber is burnt,
There is no stone to preserve our memories.
The only ones who'll carry
The bundle of responses-
Waiting to awake for that single stimulus-
Those prized bits of dew:
Are their Creators.
And I do not know,
If the burst of dawn
will burn the dew away anyway,
But I do know that
That dew existed.
And that's all that matters.
Really sad I know. But I'm no Gitler, Golgit, ObsGit or SplitGit to create mind bogglingly amazing poetry :D, I'm not artistically inclined, I am not super efficient, I'm not responsible, I'm not tech savvy, I'm not much of a thinker or an activist. But despite all my nondescripty, the Gits made me feel different, special even (and not in medical sense). For the last few days College has been hell. And I'd like to say that I could not have chosen a better group to go through hell with.
Enough of mush.
Yours forever and a day,
Atomic Gitten
Wednesday, January 09, 2008
Between Your Legs...
The Gits have been busy (As is obvious from the lack of acknowledging the existence of this Git Blog.)
Ahem. Now that we've got that out of the way...
The Gits have also been busy amusing their silly selves with an ingenious game adapted from FaceBook called 'Between Your Legs', that involves the addition of this charming phrase to the end of a movie name. The result: the heights of perverse pandemonium...
A sampling of the finest:
- Titanic...between your legs
- Speed...between your legs
- Apocalypse Now, Armageddon, End of Days (you get the rift)...between your legs
- The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe...between your legs
- A Very Long Engagement...between your legs
- National Treasure...between your legs
- I Am Legend...between your legs
- Lions for Lambs...between your legs
- Home Alone...between your legs
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