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Rambling #1

AS: *clears throat* *smoothens shirt* *nervously glances around*

Hi, reader. If you exist. I honestly don’t know if this blog is going to change lives, change the world, or even improve my writing skills. I don’t know if I’m going to vent here, rant here, pour my heart out or clinically recite my daily activities. But you know, the butterfly effect… small causes can have large effects…?


SK: *strides onstage confidently, trips, recovers. Incidentally, that’s me in almost all situations*

Yes. We’re here to… heck, we’re here because we want to be. And we’re putting up this blog jointly, because I’m too lazy to do it alone, and she, though a fantastic writer, thinks she’s not good enough. I know I am nothing great, but she is, so rest assured, you’ll have good content.


AS: *rolls eyes* Thanks Suchit, that doesn’t put any pressure on me at all.


SK: Well, that’s the intention, to keep it as light as possible.

Incidentally, mandatory disclaimer:
Any resemblance to persons real or imaginary is purely coincidental. Karma (not Aditi and me, Newton’s third law kind) takes responsibility for any wrongdoing. Not suitable for children who haven’t been taught to read yet. Choking hazard: Contains small parts. May contain peanuts. Not meant for people who are…


AS: Yes, I think everybody gets the gist. Basically we totally might refer to real people on our not-so-real college campus (oh wait, was that supposed to be a secret?), and if someone thinks it’s them, we shall shake our heads and shrug our shoulders.

 I feel like we’ve not said our hellos, so without further ado, I present to you Suchit Kar, a pretty good writer as you shall soon see, my fellow English Language Activities Society member, and one of the funniest, nicest and less-judgemental-than-most humans on the said campus, who occasionally pats my head and comments on my height. Or lack thereof. Also, extremely nerdy, is into random fandoms that I don’t even know exist, and does cool techno stuff on college fest websites.

 And I’m Aditi Sharma, a tiny human being who strongly is of the opinion that great things come in small packages. I rarely ever switch off my laptop because my Google chrome tabs are extremely precious, I stay hungry sometimes because the kitchen seems too far away (I swear I’m not lazy, it really is miles away from the couch), and if I could, I’d want to work at a quaint bookstore-café. Even though that probably sounds very mainstream.


SK: And I happen to be Suchit Kar, supposedly studying in the same hypothetical campus as this teeny tiny person. I sleep, and then wake up, decide the day isn’t worth the effort, go back to sleep. Then my mum wakes me. I love food too, and unlike AS, I would rather be not-lazy, than go hungry. Incidentally, I’m from Bengal, and the people there are affectionately called Bongs




SK: Yes, that. So the two of my defining characteristics are an overwhelming love of food, and incredible laziness. I, my friends, am a Bong par excellence. Also, our great gift to mankind, more sweets than you can name and MISHTI DOI, a sweet curd which tastes like the heavens on a spoon.


AS: Since we’re talking about our geographical backgrounds, I’m what they call a “pakka Bumbaiyya”. In other words, I’ve been born and brought up in Mumbai, the city of dreams. And traffic. I’ve grown up on the metaphorical Bombay soil. Yep, I do know that it is now officially Mumbai, but calling it Bombay is just another thing we Mumbaikars do. Because after all, Mumbai  is a city, but Bombay… Bombay is an emotion.

 I’m kind of biting my fingernails right now because Roger Federer is barely hanging on in Wimbledon. No, Rafa fans please stay, I respect that man immensely and I’ve even read Rafa: My Story and admired his dedication. But I’m a Federer fan through and through.


SK: Fedex forever! Okay, that is close. Controversial point there. Um, so beloved reader, you see, I love that man’s game. *_* That backhand. I don’t play much, but he’s poetry in motion and such a delight to watch. Aditi here is boiling over, Federer is struggling. I’m manfully holding back my screams. Anyway, I will go and focus on the match. This blog will be mostly informal little things like these, and occasional discourses from either of us on “how to life”. So, friends, adieu. See you at some point in the near future. OH, HE’S BACK! AND HE’S PLAYING TO WIN NOW! BYE!


*30 minutes and a whole lot of swooning, agonising, praying and lip biting later*


AS: He won!!!!!! I just barely survived a myocardial infarction (yes, I take pride in saying smart things and pretending to sound smart).

 I hope you enjoy our amateur attempt at collaborative blogging. Fare thee well.


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