ENRIQUE: THE ORIGINAL APHRODITE :D

‘Coz baby, you’re my #1..

I dreamt of Enrique..

Everytime.. and each time I sit to write a piece about Enrique.. I end up scrapping the entire write up.. its never just good enough !! My words never can do justice to the 21^st century Greek God of Beauty!

So, here I sit with the photo of the Muse himself :P to inspire me..

Oh Enrique! Inspire me so that the poetry which flows out of your entire being.. from eyes to your voice.. a bit of that poetry, (only like 1% percent of it is enough) somehow gets transferred to my words..

Its unfair, almost like a sin, not to praise one of God’s most exquisite creation.

So here’s a small attempt from, to say the least, a great fan.

That so-flawless-that-one-would-die-for-it wide forehead, covered up so teasingly by that sexy fall of hair, ending just above, (a few hairs almost touching) the right eyebrow, those perfectly arched eyebrows like they were made that way just to accentuate the beauty of your eyes. Those eyes! Ah! Those eyes! Those wildly sexy eyes.. Who would need methamphetamine for a high? Those eyes are just about enough to get one high.. or higher! So emotive.. so deep. You are hiding a whole range of pain in them, you are gratified at receiving your first Grammy, you are looking at your first album cover, your name in print, your voice in tape.. thinking of all the dreams you weaved, all the oppositions you overcame, all the discouragement you braved, you  are going to sing live in your first concert.. ah how you love your fans! You would be all they will live for in the next few hours, you will give your life and soul for them, screaming wild for them, playing with them .. doing whatever they want you to do, becoming whatever they want you to be.. and still you’d be carrying that depth in your eyes.. be what your fans want you to be, and still be yourself! That’s something only you can do. You are seducing even the most lesbian of girl with those eyes, you could be crying, you could be ecstatic, you could be breaking up, or alternately getting trashed by someone, you could be singing your favourite song or you could be just reading a book. So much and more.. your two eyes convey so much through the light in them.. they reflect your soul.. (and trust me your die hard fans know a lot more about you than you would think). J

Your nose is almost like ‘the’ nose. It has achieved perfection, in all the various senses. Conventional? Yes, its as straight as it should be and as gravity affirming (and defying) as is required and takes as much percentage of your face as an ideal nose should.

That week old stubble is as dainty as it gets. They add to the beauty of the Greek God like jaw line of yours.

Your lips. *Drooling* Well, they area like your USP.

"Angelina Jolie’s lips are HER lips: thank you very much botox.

Your lips are YOUR lips: thank you very much God."

That chin is as kissable (perhaps a percent more) as Enrique! (That, now, is saying SOMETHING! lol).

The neck. THE NECK! OMG! THE NECK! That neck is something you just can’t admire enough!!! That maleness of the neck is the perfect marker of the true Spanish beauty. Full stop.

The wide chest. Well the chin to chest area of the male specimen is what

challenges my self control acutely. Full marks to the heartbreaking hunk for that.

The hand is so exquisitely carved that makes one say “obviously the genes are working!” The freshly muscley biceps contrasted with them i-want-those-right-now-and-i-want-them-real-bad hands will make Helen of Troy run for cover. The sinewy muscles.. like each tendon knows its right place and job and have conspired amongst themselves to get arranged in the best way possible; every mound of the fingers.. each rise and fall.. the cushiony tip of the fingers or the hardness of the knuckles.. the way each skin folding meets and closes in when the heavenly hands gets transformed into a lethal fist and way the each nail looks like its meant to look good only when touched by your lips and slowly sucked into the mouth and then bitten by your teeth.. the vampirish canines .. in short being chewed upon!

The VOICE ! yeah, the same voice which can throw you into the throes of ecstasy,(Push, On Top of You), can make you feel like dancing all your life (Bailamos, Dirty Dancer, Tired of Being Sorry, Not in Love, Rythm Divine..), which will tell you you’ve found your true love (You’re my No.1, Hero), will help you come at peace with yourself (Be Yourself, Roamer, Be With You). This voice will share your deepest emotions (Away, Addicted), will let you know when you’ve had enough (I’ll Survive, Do You Know, Taking Back My Love), and this is the voice which can make you cry silently into your pillow (Somebody’s Me, Little Girl..)  All this and more.. all these and much much more..

That’s Enrique for me. J :D

xoxoxo

/farheen

DAY SCH0LAR (LIKE U & ME).. :P

Siddharth Ch0wdhury, the new writer on the block, perhaps not so new, as his debut was in 2002, is worth watching 0ut f0r, especially for us Patnaite. J He hails fr0m Patna, from Kankarbagh, to be m0re precise, an alumnus of Brilliant Tut0rials :P, a lit grad from DU and.. well, a story writer!! The narrative runs from Patna through Delhi. It tells the st0ry of a n0n serious, non ambitious lad 0f 17 who passes through the different phases of his life, with0ut so much giving a th0ught to what is happening. He has a Literature Pr0fessor for his father who does n0t have any high h0pes for his son (and rightly so :P), and believes he will get through life, all right. After waddling through St. Xaviers and Commerce College, our protagonist, Hriday Thakur, unexpectedly lands up in Zakir Hussain College. Living in Delhi in a hostel owned by a criminal (who is also a political broker and property dealer ) with small time gundas and crooks, the protagonists’ life give us the ‘real’ look of the ‘real’ world from the inside. Something we can’t truly find in newspapers and journals and something most of us blissfully remain ignorant of, throughout our lives. It’s the reality of Aravind Adiga packed with the pulp of Chetan Bhagat which makes this b0ok worth being shortlisted for the coveted Man Asian Literary Prize.

A sort of Reality Check for the blissful ignorant, this is one those into-your-face reality bo0ks which I and most of us faux-adult absolutely ad0re!! It grips your attention, entertains you and gives you the, much sought for experience of the real (so obviously hard) facts of life, which our parents often tell us comes with grey hairs!

An added USP if y0u too are planning to move out for higher studies!

The standard form of the grammatically language has been used by Chawdhury. The diction is specific with added Hindi (non italicised) words like ‘pairvi’, which along with typical Patna conversations like,

“Kaise hain, boss?

Theek hain , boss?

Padhai-vadhai?

Chal raha hai, boss”

Lend the colours of reality.

Wit, humour and symbolism form a part of the total structure.. all in all, the novel is 0ne go0d piece. So spread your favourite reading mat, and take the trip J :P

P.S : Try finding 0ther titles of SiCh, esp. “Patna R0ughcut” . J

F.A

Them 13 h0urs.. <3

Thirteen h0urs.. is how l0ng I sat in a fucking fat grey B0lero as we sped past the glazed highway in the valley of Nepal. I w0uld have screamed, my sister would have cried and my brothers would have v0mited, had there been n0 Himalayas to inspire awe and w0nder into 0ur hearts. With our st0povers at the B0rder check post (the check post has its 0wn special kind of feeling, it reminds y0u of y0ur identity, and once you enter the new territory y0u begin to feel like an alien, vulnerable and intimidated, making y0u,as a side effect, feel that patriotic swell in the heart) and a thousand ‘other’ check posts, all collecting m0ney, (btw pay in Nepali currency, even as they may ask for INC, as its cheaper) we got the first glimpse of that majestic sight.. The Great (with all its connotations) Himalayas. Imposing yet breathtakingly beautiful, it appeared as though rising at the far end of the road, seemingly blocking the way but moving farther as we approached nearer, at last mingling with the road as we were riding through it. The Himalaya as a hurdle reminded me of the hurdles in 0ur lives. It appears so difficult that we are scared of it and yet it’s beautiful because life would have been nothing if not for them hurdles. We m0ve closer to these hurdles with a tinge of excitement, and as we shift our attention towards securing a solution, we ride through the hurdle itself.. at last emerging through it as m0re experienced and better balanced.

Yes, the Himalayan experience is one of the most cherished experiences of my life.

So, we move deeper into the mountain jungle, which with its lush green f0rests with Warnings such as “Home to the elephants and tigers : D0n0t blow horns” reminded us that we were actually crossing through the midst of a forest! Its true that we are created by the One Same Almighty, as the nature 0nce again makes us feel at h0me.

The beauty 0f the Himalayas cann0t be put into w0rds.. so as the Himalaya captured a part of my s0ul, I captured its beauty with my camcorder..



THE HIMALAYAS



As we sat in the arms of Mother Nature enj0ying 0ur food.. (although, due to the excitement, I couldn’t take in one bite of it. I have been to the mountains many a times but every time I feel as if it’s the first time, the n0velty and the excitement is always the same, if not m0re. :P) we c0uld see the nature at its best.. mountains, river, falls, f0rest.. and the mountain men J

Yes, the best part was perhaps meeting those wonderful Gorkha- the natives. The three little kids we met, as they were returning after their day’s work, collecting pieces of wood and stones, were very shy. The small boy ran away but the two little girls assented to getting their photographs clicked with us, that however took a lot of persuasion on the part of the local officer and our guide who spoke in their dialect of Nepali. They had only one apprehension.. that they were not looking good, despite their kohl and mascara lined eyes and clean clothes :O :P . That totally beat me, as I was not wearing any makeup and my clothes were already dirty on account of my trying to climb a mountain like the mountain men =)))



THE PHOTOGRAPH :P



As we traced our journey back home, I slid down the tinted glasses not wanting to miss the beautiful sight, even as cold waves sent chill down our spines. While my family slept on the moving Bolero, I devoured the sight with wide eyes. And saw plastic water bottles and packets of chips and 0ther edibles lining the road .. it absolutely broke my heart to observe the irresponsibility of the people, I wanted to get down and collect those to take them back to their right place, but 0bviousy, the Bolero had to keep moving if we wanted to reach h0me in time.. and so we moved, turning 0ur backs to the forest and  nature.

 But, h0pefully when I g0 thr again(>-o]) I will do the right thing. J

.. and also bring back my part of soul that I left there .. J :P

15-04-2011

 

Didn’t these things happen on TV and news-papers… yes I know those draw from real life too but to us? so unexpectedly… it was a really nervous two hours in the examination hall today… and the third hour was spent in mindless speed-writing of God-Knows-What!!! I hope whatever I wrote bears even some little resemblance to the required answer….

Ok first things first if I am going to record this historical day of OUT OF SYLLABUS QUESTION day of our lives let me congratulate us all at having experienced this very important event in our lives because what else can teach us the value of keeping a strong level mind in the face of adversity than this huge opportunity that we had today of experiencing ridiculous amount of pressure on our frail shoulders. This is precisely what our esteemed university (which btw wants to be accorded central university status from the govt.) is trying to teach us.

now I don’t know what else to write… Do I need to write a conclusion ? I hope not. Oh and I noticed just now our blog is named crispy critters just the same as what I feel right now!!!

- Meg

That so F.A!

G00d M0rning! (or Afternoon or Evening or Night!!!)

It was Women’s Day yesterday and I read an article. Combine b0th and it produces a situational ir0ny ..

Women’s Day – its about celebrating w0manh00d and and thinking ab0ut w0men emp0werment 0n the sidelines. Fr0m an Indian angle, its ab0ut uplifting women and also about ensuring that they aren’t subjected to d0mestic violence and treated like dirt by their not-so(?)better half. N0w coming to this article that I read..

Ahh.. I l0ve this s0ng (which I’m playing in the background as I type this) , the lines go like this..

Main hoon shub tu subah, dono jud ke juda..

Main hoon lubh tu du’a, dono jud ke juda..

What an image! I wonder what Shakespeare would have said to this. Wonder 0thello thinking of Cassio singing these lines to Desdemona.. as she’s preparing to leave his lodge ! hehe.

Tu hi to har pal bandha hai lamho ki in zanjeeron me..

Tu hi to har dum raha hai khwabon ki har tabiron me

Tu hi to har din dikha hai dhundli aur ujli tasveeron me..

Teri hi to hai khushbo mujhme haan..

Ab tu hi to har so har jagah

.. this 0ne fr0m Desdemona to Othello !

An this line..

Mujhe raas aati hain khushiyaan kahan re..

Is perfect for the m0tive hunter.. actually I think he couldn’t bear to see happiness in anybody’s life. Evil Iago!

.. Yes, the article that I read

I have indeed become a junkie(does this word trigger any memory, Meg?) for August Rush-the movie and JRM-the man!

So living out my habit of typing Rhys Meyers into Google every time, I found this page yesterday. About JRM and his girlfriends. Or I may say girlfriend. For there is just 0ne abusive girlfriend in his life. One English woman of 26, Reena Hammer. She is 5’3 , black hair, dark brown eyes, a student (of I don’t know what) and of Sri Lankan origin. So far so good. She abuses JRM, wishes his mother to be dead, goes out with other men every day, threatens him, sends him to rehab, breaks up and then comes back again, accepts that she’s just putting on a mask of being good (this kind of behaviour being good by her standards ), she even admitted that she’s almost like a drug for JRM. In simple words treats him like some dirt.

And JRM brought her into the limelight, he takes her with him to every award ceremony he attends, goes out of his home and on rehab when she orders and is well aware of her promiscuity. And. He does not cheat on her.

I wonder whats into JRM’s head.

This brings me to the question which has always been there on the back of my mind.

What prevents the women (or JRM :P) from walking out of their abusive relationships?

Women put their reasons somewhere between ignorance, lack of courage and compromising because of their children .. but behind these accepted reasons there is always that little, unspoken- rather unspeakable- something. That thing is always left unexplained.

I wonder if the reason is psychological. But then, so many people, from all around the world, suffering from the same disorder?

In the Indian context, we tend to ignore this question, because we have some ‘obvious’ answers.. she was financially-emotionally dependent, for the sake of her children, or the oft-repeated ‘maan maryada’ angle.. etc

But the fact that we do not answer this question does not negates its existence and importance..

It is there. And it will be there in my mind till I get an answer.

Till then..

Madno re..

Kayi khwaab the tujhko lekar sajaye.. par khof ye bhi kahin par sataye.. gar ye bhi toote to phir hoga kya re?

Kyoon dil ko dukhana be wajah, Madno re, phir aansoon bahana ik dafa..

Haan tera saaya to main hoon par sang tere na reh sakoon

Haan is safar me to main hoon, par sang tere na ruk sakoon..

I wish I learn to speak and write in Urdu soon.

The good literature of this language is legion.

-- Parakeet F.A

Of Arts in words and gestures___

Parakeets hello. As I have told some of you, Of late I had become a little disillusioned with the world of art. The others may ask why? what is she talking about? The thing is whatever art I have been exposed to of late has been a bunch of clichés! books after books having the same story line just different names, movies after movies made of just the same formula sexuality and violence. And yes the formula applies to most other mediums as well- poetry, paintings,novels and of course movies. Why?The reason of course is that we are living in the age of clichés! A friend(F.A.) says “It is when people who don’t care about something and yet start endorsing viewpoints that clichés are born.” I agree but what we need is people ready to break the mould and stand up against group-ism, clichés and other such discrimination.

But this is not a lecture against clichés and such… I am here to rave about a movie I saw and a poet I read. Both of whom in my opinion broke the mould. First the poet- Neruda I read Neruda’s works on the recommendations of a friend (this one outside of our class ranks) and completely instantly fell for the brilliance of his works…. his images are pure senses. He expresses loneliness and insanity of the violent alien world which exists within the sphere we live in but in such wider aspects and terms that one could not have imagined otherwise to capture within mere words-

The birds go by, fleeing.

The wind. The wind.

I can contend only against the power of men.

The storm whirls dark leaves

and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.

You will answer me to the last cry.

Cling to me as though you were frightened.

Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

 

--- from Pablo Neruda’s "Every Day You Play"

 

Moving on to the movie… 2007 release “August Rush” Again I watched it on recommendation. Thank you F.A. for it. The movie explores the search of a musical prodigy for his lost parents …. parents who have no idea their son exists. The movie is embellished with fairy tale elements like so many helpful kindred spirits and a villain who can easily be termed as a “classic fairy tale villain”. But the story is underlined by a silent battle for self discovery by Evan, Louise and Lyla… Even though it was unrealistic on some levels the movie, in my opinion, symbolically speaks much. I have no idea how the movie had fared but I must say I would be surprised if it did very well. It is a sweet story which calls to be understood for its underlining meaning and intensity instead of brutal realism.

Art for Art’s sake I must say. I am so happy I found them. Now I can try and wade through another ocean of works to find my next gem. Read Neruda and watch AG asap.

And thanks for reading my rant now go ahead and leave a long comment so I can read yours

Parakeets its me --- Meg.

0f Literature (and other art f0rms) and Canvases …

The study of literature has exp0sed my mind to so many canvases.( More recently, the study of Hayavadana by Girish Karnad).  I was unaware of my mind’s capability to stretch into so many new dimensi0ns. For this I shall always be grateful to English Literature.

 Music , an0ther imp0rtant t00l that helped in widening of the canvas kn0ledge,has made a great impact on my mind. I hear music in the moving waters, in the trees, in my dreams and even in the m0on.. that s0unded crazy a week ago but 0nce y0u see artist, J0nathan Rhys Meyers’ canvas y0u start to believe everything he’s trying to say. At first Its hard to believe that such w0nders could exist. But after studying literature f0r almost two years, we n0w kn0w better.  We d0nt read things.. we see them and when we see things.. its alm0st like we’re feeling it.  Such is the p0wer of mind..

P.s : Here’s h0ping that 0ur eyes, hands and minds are exp0sed to newer and better canvases. And as we bec0me richer with 0ur experiences, we bec0me capable 0f understanding the imp0rtance of each 0ne 0f them..

- Parakeet F.A

class prsentation and differences

Oh, this cpe presentation. It appers tht this has caused a rift among our friendship! it is so embarasing,tht whn one of the groups, enters in a classroom, after formal hello, we move to another room. Come on, even Edward was nt that mysterious! i jst hope, we are friends even when we r at a competition level.

people...

there are so many kinds of people in this world..each so different from the other..some accomplish the whole world and don't know what the word arrogance mean..and some...THEY only know.. what they have achieved...

Addictive ads…

My father just cannot comprehend why I watch television! Since this show I watch is shown in exactly three instalments of five minutes and one instalment of two minutes with some variations in the timing and WITH ThIrTeeN MINUTES (or more) of AD BREAK.

Watching television is a tedious business. With thousands of ads or (if we go by the more formal mode of speech) advertisements running in the course of the day, we find ourselves immersed in a sea of manufactured products in fairy tale packaging… you just can’t leave any of them on the shop shelf. With every little dose of serials, talk shows, events, sporting events, even political speeches, news bulletins and these days LIVE showings are interspersed with a host of these adds.  A person unaccustomed with T.V. viewing may wonder why do we put up with this? Because undoubtedly it is our compliance that fuels the growth of the ever growing GIANT that we know as advertisements. The answer to this is… of course we cannot leave out those ads. WE LoVe THeM!!! Dad I love the ads more than I like the serial.

They run the nation. They control the psyche of the nation. They made the girls go BaBeLicIouS and the Eatables DeLIcioS. Miranda made us understand the importance of Pagalpanti (bhi zaroori hai) and Mountain dew told us “Dar ke aage Jeet hai”. Idea’s What an Idea Sirji! ads took the nation by storm and the Polio and  AIDS awareness campaigns were more effective than all the work done in the field before them.

The last decade saw some delicious ads, all fun and immensely creative. From the erstwhile  Hari Sadu to Big Babool ad where the mother hen’s adopted son a wingless tortoise is able to fly- courtesy the bubble gum Big Babool. Be it the zoozoos, or vodaphone’s Bulldog, The “Gol ki Boli bol” Dog (Rocky - for those of you who don’t remember – ‘wo jo meri har baat maane’) or Mr Lion who dances with his dear wife in a jungle clearing or the Shriringa!!! Polar Bear – all the cutest television beasts keep us more entertained than the tear-jerking/nonsensical/ melodramatic soaps.

We celebrate by eating chocolates- Kuch Meetha ho jaye… and we eat chocolates because -- Meetha Hai Khana Aaj Pehli Tareekh Hai, Khush Hai Zamana Aaj Pehli Taarikh hai.

So here’s to ads and chocolates njoy and keep ROFL bcoz of your(and perhaps also mine favourite advrts)!!

Parakeet Meg.

a possible new topic to discuss?

Hey everyone I am thinking creating this brand new blog… and here the parakeets are supposed to pratter about all the new books they read. As well as books of topics we do in class. How about if we write about our take on the topic or book or novel whatever you are will read/are reading/have read.

I thought this would only be appropriate… what say?

P.S. creating or not creating the blog will be completely based on your response… this is just a nascent idea so anything you would like to add is very welcome.

Girls Day Out…

Parakeet FA asked me whether I could write about our recently concluded tour to the Floating Restaurant on the Ganges… and so… um… well… okay let’s begin the reminiscence session over a glass of mock tails

and what would it be without thinking about all those weeks when we -the parakeets- were anticipation the real event… (close your eyes and relive those weeks) –--- the subtle threats from friends “if you don’t come I’ll not go either” the nonstop drive to collect the money for the trip and most importantly the permission letter with the clause “any mishap is not the responsibility of the college”…. thousand sighs!!!

The bus ride was a complete package with the initial surprise of having Sidhi ma’m with us and then a ride full of songs and masti… The bus ride to the Ganga ghat near NIT Patna was indeed the noisiest ride I’ve ever had. The restaurant was not a restaurant but a cruise which took us to a white sand fantasy land… a delta in the middle of the Ganges… I remember the exited rush on the deck of the boat… everybody running helter-shelter to get as many pics clicked as possible… and some beautiful antics better only not recounted in words (I don’t want my neck wringed by my classmates!!!)

We all loved loved the sands but there was not much time to revel as well as have lunch. The lunch was preferred and at 3:00 PM we left the delta on our way back. Here I must talk about the great game of anonymous gift exchange… which was called “playin angel” by our HOD Sr. Jessie. And so true it was a beautiful game and perhaps the highlight of the trip.

As the trip to was all noisy the chief feature of the trip back was silence … silence which is unheard of in class as all the girls sat in their seats after exhausting day out.

and what else was there? only a lifetime of memories.

-Parakeet Meg

sweet shopping

SO, FINALLY, FABULOUS FIVE went to thousand miles away, mahila udyog mela! It was such an achievement, really, NONE OF US DITCHED AT THE POINT OF DEPARTURE! AND whats interesting is no one knew the ADDRESS! But finally, we reachd there,poor Meg had to bear my weight, in the auto on our way to Mela. It was really good. especially, bcoz merchandise were at reasonable rates and we didnt have to shell out more money!

OF COURSE, IT WAS OUR SHOPAHOLIC, MISS Farheen, who with her small brown eyes,hidden behind her new TITAN EYE GLASSES x rayed each and every shop and loaded herself more than she could carry!

Poor, Meg, lost her TITAN WATCH ( i don't know why my friends are so much affectionate towards TITAN brand) and she did not buy anything. Vasu had sacrifed her shopping plan to come with us(i told u it was such an achievement).though she went to some PAPAD AND PACHAK shop but i think she did not like them. COME ON, who likes PAPAD? 

i too shopped, but nothing very trendy. it was such a disappointment, that there were hardly any FOOD STALLS.

IT WAS FULL ON MASTI!

Aunty's Slippers ...

Bindaas bol, 0kay :)

i d0nt kn0w if we are t0 f0ll0w chr0n0l0gy 0r s0mething. But i d0 kn0w that i'm n0t foll0wing it. :| Bah, this isn't millitary sch00l or s0mething ! Anyways, i cant wait f0r two years to pass before i can p0st this . Bas.

Right, here g0es..
Five parakeets 0f the "Prakeet Pratters" went 0n an unexpected sh0pping spree t0day. :D :D :D (with parakeet Meg, agreeing after we put a pistol under her kanpatti .)



Hand Bag

0n an auto-rikshaw with one parakeet 0n t0p of another :P (disasterous for clothes and hairstyle.. but we D0NT mind ! )

Trusting autowaalah with 0ur lives, haggling with him, paying him less and then walking for a hundred th0usand miles.. we reached 0ur destination ! Hurrraaayy.. Three Cheers for parakeets :)))

Things b0ught - Hand bag, Candles, c0in bag, kurtis, water-b0ttle bags, papad =))) , utility bag, bangle.

Things L0st - Parakeet Meg's wrist watch :(( --she was g0ing t0 give it to me any anyway :)) :|--

Had a good time, though i still dont understand why that shopkeeper-guy was flirting, a&$##&$ m0r0n. >:P

The 0ther guy was g0ood :) :">

Gosh, I l0ve you fellow parakeets. :*

and i l0ve bags, and dresses and sh0es, and jewellery.. and everthing !!

tHis feeling you get after buying what y0u always wanted to, ever since y0u were b0rn, no mean thing, is TrUlY fAnTaBuLoUsLy DeLiCiOuS.. :D :D

We must invite other parakeets the next time. THen, it would be as good as Our FlOaTiNg tRiP ! :D D

P.s. - Dont mind the title.. Its just maent to rhyme with Crispy Critters.. Heeeeheeehawwhaawwhawww !

F.A



Welcome

English Department at Patna Women’s College. July 1st, 2009. I remember the day we sat for the exam and then the viva… well the viva was scary!! It has been one and a half year since we came to this class as first year students, now we are on the verge of our final year and so we have started this journal, an online presence… a place, we as a group, can visit regularly and share with each other our thoughts and experiences. And one more thing before I close this… Don’t Hesitate… Bindaas ban and post your heart out… This ought to be home.

  So that’s all for the first post and welcome…