Got a BIGGIE scholarship today Dr. Aty had sent me an email last week giving me a hint abt this. He met me in the morning and asked me in his own wierd way (he smiles, rolls his eyes and asks), "why r u here?" I said, "I have a class at 1:30, and so I thought I shud attend the ashe meeting." "Did u get my email?" "Yes" "Did u guess wat I meant?" "Partly" He smiled and departed.

And then I was sitting in the room when the president, Kent Black, comes, gives me a pamphlet and asks, "How are you, Piyush?" I was TOTALLY bewildered. How the f does he know my name . I stuttered,"thank you. errr... I'm good, how abt u?" "Good thankq" By then I knew that I was going to get the scholarship. And well, I got it And from then on people have been coming and congradulating me... feels so good

ABCD

I am (or was) pretty interested in knowing how abcd's have grown up, wat their liefstyle is, and how confused they really are.

Some of the interesting articles that I found were: "I LOVE BEING INDIAN! I know... I wouldnt have it any other way! I love walking into my house & smelling pungent spices wafting through the air as my mother bustles around busily preparing spicy dishes & warm naan bread. I love spending two hours before a wedding trying to successfully tie a sari.... decorate my sisters hands in mehndi and find the perfect bindhi. I love indian boys... and the way their hair is so dark & skin so brown. I love hearing my dad's voice rise as he yells at the television screen while watching his favorite cricket team play. I love watching three hour long hindi movies... and crying every fifteen minutes. I love raas and the excitement of garba.... I love dancing for Diwali shows & singing random hindi songs while walking to class. I love everything about being Indian..... and i know for sure... i wouldnt have it any other way!!!"

Another interesting para: "lately i've been feeling like i'm trapped in a f*cking episode of Sex and the City! i mean it seems like everyone around me is having sex - cherries be popping like crazy (yeah, u know what i mean) .. and not only that, they seem to LOVE talking bout it - not in the 'oh it was soo good or he's so big' (well that does come up too..) way, but more like the sharing of different postions, tips and such. i feel left out. i mean, don't get me wrong, i'm proud of the decisions i've made but sumtimez, its like "hmm, maybe i AM being too much of a prude ..". everyone around me is doing a great job of making sex (.. and everything else that comes in between the innocent first kiss and sex - yeah use ur imagination~) look like its not a big deal. maybe i don't get what the fuss is all about cuz i'm not out there screwing guyz, and sure, my hormones kick in sumtimez (which resulted in me and rey hooking up, if u didn't already figure it out from the July 17th and July 20th entries), but honestly, i don't see why every1's in such a rush to lose their virginity. got ne insight??"

That told me a whole lot abt the abcd's. More of these blogs can be found at: http://www.xanga.com/blogrings/blogring.asp?id=9165

Overall, I think I'm still confused whether they are Indian or Amru....

Victim of Changes

Why am I watching so many Hindi movies these days? (I see almost 2 hindi movies every weekend and no english movies at all!)

Why do I visit Hindi movie websites every week, although I know that all movies that are being released suck big time?

Why am I searching for websites that show free Hindi movies?

Why do I tune in to Hindi radio sites almost everyday, though I know that they play some songs that suck real bad?

Why do I want to visit the Temple every Saturday evening? (I used to be an aethist long time back, turned to a slight beleiver couple of years back, but am now going to Temple everyweek!)

Why do we travel 20 miles to reach Indian restaunts for having parties, though there are many cheaper Mexican, Italian and multi-cuisine restraunts nearby?

Me, Victim of Changes?

Victim of Changes by Judas Priest

Whiskey woman don't you know that you are drivin' me insane
The liquor you give stems your will to live and gets right to my brain
Don't you know you're driving me insane
You're tryin' to find your way through life
You're tryin' to get some new direction
Another woman got her man
She won't find no new connection

Takes another drink or two, things look better when she's through

Takes another look around, you're not goin' anywhere
You've realized you're gettin' old and no one seems to care
You're tryin' to find your way again
You're tryin' to find some new...
Another woman's got her man
But she won't find a new...

Takes another drink or two, things look better when she's through

You 'bin foolin' with some hot guy
I want to know why is it why
Get up get out you know you really blew it
I've had enough, I've had enough, good God pluck me

Once she was wonderful
Once she was fine
Once she was beautiful
Once she was mine...she was mine

Now change has come over her body, she doesn't see me anymore
Now change has come over her body, she doesn't see me anymore

Changes, changes, changes, changes
Victim of changes

In da Club

Jay and an IITan buddy, Bharat, stopped by my house on Friday afternoon and we decided on heading to Daytona Beach for having some fun on the last day of the Spring Break. I was happy at last that I was going to see some real spring break stuff. We started around 4pm and touched Daytona's border by 5. Bharat wanted to meet his amru friend, Megan, who was studying in Daytona. She asked us to drop by her dorm when we called up. It was for the first time that I was entering a dorm in US, and I was pretty excited.

Megan was waiting outside the dorm. She welcomed us pretty warmly and took us to her room. On nearing her room , I noticed that (unlike other people in the dorm) she had papers pasted all over her door with some useless messages like "Megan lives here" written all over. The interior was more ghastly. The room was just a bit bigger than the hostel room in IITM, but half of it was the kitchen and the other half was the living room (kitchen as soon as u enter? that sucks!). The living room had 2 couch-chairs, a tv and a table with a comp. There were two more wooden chairs and we had to adjust on these chairs. Megan had to crouch and sit down. I took a look at the room: the floor was messy with papers and stuff, walls covered with useless messages and posters and a collage of LOTR movies. It was absolutely horrundous to look at. I was expecting an American girl's room to be a no-mess place, but alas! I might not be a keep-it-all-clean-guy, but I CANNOT live in such a place!

We were talking about her dorm life, her school and her internship. Our conversation was going smoothly until she asked our purpose of visiting Daytona. Bharat frankly replied that we were for the babes and asked her to come out with us (at the same time! how absurd!!!). She (obviously) answered "not for that reason". Bharat tried to ask her out, but she made a lame reason of her sister visiting the place. We left within 5 mins of this conversation, and she didn't even come outside the door to say goodbye. We walked all the way to the car and Bharat was feeling pretty bad that he'd been ditched so badly.

The useless visit also delayed us for the beach activities. By the time we reached the beach the car's engine heated up. So we had to let the car cool down in a parking garage. It was there that we saw the first glimpse of spring break: a car full of BABES in BIKINIS filling gas and bending inside their car. Some of them were damn HOT and were being booed by other guys. Sadly none of us had any beads and cudn't get any flashes :(( But I was pretty happy that we had a good beginning.

After we had parked and left the car it was 6:30pm, and all the beach activities were over. There was no crowd on the beach: everyone had gone out for dinner. So we decided to have some beer by the beach and pass time. Bharat and Jay were putting fundaes to me on grinding in the club. They finally concluded that I shud follow their lead if I wanted to grind and freak out.

We got hold of some beads from Om and reached the club at 10. What happened next will have to remain for the next post.... :)