TOW the fake party!

Kuchi and I were watchin F.R.I.E.N.D.S (The One with the Fake party).
But for once, our minds were elsewhere, notwithstanding a delectable Jeniffer Aniston prancing around in her tight red cheerleader's dress wooing her Joshua..
"Dei, guss podu da...**** gaandaa irukku' Kuchi finally gave up, closing Media player before Rachel could slip out her undergarments from underneath her top in what was supposed to be her ultimate seductive manuveur..
'****EVVLO neram da... **** oru maNi nerathukku mela aachu... *****aa avan..', I echoed, opening the door, hope personified..
After an excruciatingly long 5 more minutes of walking around the room and occasionally peeping from the balcony at the long and lonely walkway, it happened finally!
Knock on the door.
Kuchi and I almost banged each other's heads off in our rush for the doorknob..
There he was, the slightly tired lookin stodgy man in a checked dirty sleeveless shirt that emphasized his paunch a bit too strongly for his liking.. he didnt seem to care though, as he gave us a warm smile "aap order kiyaa saab"?
"Yeah, aayiye" we ushered him in.
"Kitnaa"? i asked him, murmuring to Kuchi, "oru vazhiyaa vandhaan da"..
"Naappathi anju saar" he said, momentarily catching me off guard, making me look like a pig.
We then looked around for something that we could use to hold what he had brought with him. Nothing. A quick visit to the pantry. Still Nothing.
With no sane options, the brown WAC envelope seemed the only remote possibility, and so there it was. Serving a different purpose!
As though we had ordered the forbidden fruits, he stealthily removed the container and emptied it face down onto the unsuspecting WAC envelope.
TWELVE IDLYS!!!
The Sambar and Chutney were there too, albeit cold, in covers that looked exactly like the sapthagiri parcel covers.
After giving us his visiting card that said "Keshav Rao: South Indian Food: Home Delivery", he left us to break our heads about where to empty the sambar and chutney into.
Completely lost, we decided that the Dominoes Pizza Sheet that had the menu on it would we the placeholder for the Thengaai chutney..
The pick of the day was Kuchi's stroke of genius.
The empty glass of fountain coke from Mcdonald's!
After a quick wash, that glass suddenly found itself playing host to cold fountain sambar!
Six idlys apiece, with the dripping chutney and all that sambar later, two very very satisfied men leaned back on their chairs, and resumed F.R.I.E.N.D.S, though this time focusing keenly on Jeniffer Aniston's black undergarments...
"****. kabaala sex da", Kuchi said.
"**** ", I chorused.

Sheer viewing pleasure...

Silence.
Long shot.
A sullen shobana sittin by a temple pond.
A simply clad rajni clims down all the steps.
Says "enakku theriyum. idhelaam unakku pudikkaadhu... unnavida rendu vayasu kammi. andha ponnukku. kondu poyi lockup-la vechirundhaanga. raathri ellaam. oru sub inspector naalu constable. padhinanju vayasu ponnu.adutha naaL velila vittaanga. ava veettukku ponaa. eduthaa podavaiya. maattikkittaa. poNam....."
"indha surya apdidhaan..."
faint strains on the bells there. no other music.
shobana starts crying.
rajni: "enna aachu? yen aLugara? kekkaren illa? YEN aLugara?.. pudikkaliyaa.. indha maadhiri aaLu.. adi dhadi aaLu.. pudikkala... inga paaru..(lifts her face holding her chin).. pinna enna"
shobana says "pudichirukku" (what an expression on that face!!!)
one simple, short and absolutely delightful phrase on the flute.
rajni: "adhukkedhukku azhara".
shobana: "therila".
and puts her head on his lap. in one quick motion.
temple bells ring. fade out to long shot.
the song... Sundari, kannaal oru sedhi...

'Rocking' placements?

Prologue:
Hmm.. a couple of days ago, in one of my reveries during a class on fertiliser subsidies in economics, i dreamt that IIM Ahmedabad was gonna be completely razed to the ground on the eve of final placements by some weird force of nature or watever.

Today:
An earthquake measuring 5.2 on the richter scale shook IIMA 2 hours ago.
Final placements is tomoro morning. "dream coming true"?? hasn't happened to me before..
God forbid, there has been no damage done, but things really are lookin like placements is gonna be rockin' tomoro!
Anyway, life here is well and truly back to normal within an hour of the earthquake, and people are back to wrapping up their SFI, Marketing and OM submissions all of which are due in the next 48 hours.
And i hav volunteered for placecomm work for day zero (which is tomoro and day after), and am really lookin forward to it.
These guys, the seniors, have been here 2 whole years. Its been one helluva fast ride and a rather bumpy one at that for sure... and tomorrow morning - in less than 5 hours from now - these fresh products from IIM Ahmedabad are gonna be facing the likes of Mckinsey, Boston Consulting, Bain, and the age old list of traditional day zero companies... With 2 years of management education behind them, tryin to make certain for themselves wat lies ahead..
In what CAN be called the biggest thing in Indian placements, i really am excited about PR-ing for one of these companies tomoro, and kinda get the bird's eye view on what day after's education plus wil write about.
Good Luck tucchas! Go Rock placements 2006!

Epilogue: (not strictly one)
Spoke to Arun (my cousin in the US) over the fone now.. we spoke about how we have all drifted apart and none of us (Arun, I, divya, vinu...) could be in chennai to attend dear ol' gangleader Raji's marriage a couple of days back. Got me totally senti. Missing home and my people...