Autobiography in Five Short Chapters
By Portia Nelson
Chapter I
I walk down the street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I fall inI am lost . . . I am helplessIt isn’t my fault.It takes forever to find a way out.
Chapter II
I walk down the same street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I pretend I don’t see it.I fall in again.I can’t believe I am in the same place.But, it isn’t my fault.It still takes a long time to get out.
Chapter III
I walk down the same streetThere is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I see it is there.I still fall in . . . it’s a habit.My eyes are open.I know where I am.It is my fault.I get out immediately.
Chapter IV
I walk down the same street.There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.I walk around it.
Chapter V
I walk down another street.

Adjusting to life here and Contemplating four years here...

Life goes on they say. A new year has come but i still remain same as before. As if time is something definite whose passing from a year to a nother really has some physical significance. Nah..we celebrate New year just cause we want to celebrate. So after many Happy new years and Belated New yaes i'm back again where i was. Here. Trichy still sucks but its gonna be home for the next three and half years so better get use to it.
Viplove is studying for his IIT_JEE now finally. Kid has good brain. PATENTED to use his own word. I'm betting he makes it.


I went home recently. It felt good to be among my own people. To speak my own language and see faces that look similar to me. I really was tired of speaking Hindi. Nothing sucks more than tring to express yourself in a foreign tongue. Say what a mainland indian will, Hindi and all its culture will always remain foreign to us. C'mon guys we are different from you guys. Unity in Diversity works for Bengalis, Gujaratis,Punjabis,Tamils, etc etc because they share the same Indo-Aryan-Dravidian heritage. We i.e the mongoloid fringe are outside it. It's not like i have any problem with being in the Indian Union. But I will always feel a foreingner in my own country.
The best thing about home though was the food. I had all kinds of Non-veg. Fish, Chicken,Pork,Beef,Boar meat, River fish etc etc ...i loved it. I will definitely marry someone who can cook and she can't she has to learn it. From me.

Exam day

today was like hell.the english paper was tough. ok not that tough but i couldn't finish it in time. felt like shit.
i dont have a watch. i didn't know how much time i had. i didn't 6 marks man. my first test here at trichy and i blew it. tomorrow there is maths and physics. i'm gonna go back and do some questions. man i came here to be an engineer and am already on the road to being a wasted hippie. shit. Viplove did well..anjul...same as me i hope. everyone one else did fine except me. but hey this is the first exam there is always time to get it right.
i'm missing home. everything here is so different. compare to manipur its like a desert here. where are the hills, the rivers, the green grasses...ah.. home...
i miss the sunrise and the sunset. the golden glow in the afternoon. i miss the earthy smell after the rain. and the distant blue hills guarding my valley like a sentinel, always there..
man when did get so nostalgic.
and most of all i miss someone there. someone.....

the first blog

hi guys
i'm here at nit trichy and its 4.30 am, the after tomorrow is the first cycle test and me and two friends are surfing the net in the i-lab, which is not allowed cause we first years are not allowed outside hostel after 10 pm. the rules is well to protect us from ragging( seniors cant call us at night then)
but seriously we're fucked. me and my two friends here that is. they are Viplove Tyagi from gujarat and Anjul Verma from meghalaya( of course he's not Khasi wise guy. he's from bihar) both of them are the worst motherfuckers i've met in my life. this guy anjul plays table tennis, loves to swear a lot in hindi, his nickname is HKP(hawas ka pujari). he is the very antithesis of what a typicak bihari is suppose to be. cool attitute, spike hair, low waist jeans and cargos, lot of grunge and punk rock. and the most important difference- HE FUCKIN DON STUDY AT ALL. cool guy
now Viplove(v=VIP) is a different kind of animal. he's smart in a lot of things-stealing being his major forth. he has got a mean smile too. desperately wants to become Sherlock Holmes or a cartoonist or a doctor. he's swiped bout two books from the library so far.
Vip and me were the first guy to actually go out of our hostel after 10 pm. we've got a special way of going outside which no one dares emulate. will come to this later.
ahhh... there many things to share...the first days,the raggings, the girls, classes so just hang on for the next post . until then lemme watch some youtube videos first and sleep.