Tikli - Character sketch

Tikli, as she is fondly called by her wingies is undoubtedly the studdest of the wing. She is one person who can manage jus about everything under the sun and the best part is, she excels in every single thing. Her range of activites vary from being the hrep and volley ball captain in seond year, hard core instruite in third year and ofcourse a very devoted girl friend.
She's a rare blend of brilliance, efficiency, simplicity and humility. Her generosity knows no bounds,she shares every bit of her impeccable notes with her less endowed wingies,and it doesnt end there.. She even goes to the extent of teaching them on the eve of tests figting desperately to make them understand. She is a wonderful time manager and the best teacher ever.She was not only in demand in MB before tests but in Budh too.
She is a classic living example of "Appearances can be deceptive". But dont ever judge her by the goodness she exhibits. She can easily fool anyone by her calm and serene personality.But little will the person know wat lies beneath that facade. She has never ceased to amaze us with her extensive knowledge on hardcore stuff. Most people will not believe if we say that she took a particular routeto school so that she might get a glimpse of one mr. senior in school who this girl had a mad crush on!!! In Pilani, her devotion to Lord "Krishna" made her go to the Saraswathi mandir on her birthday. Unfortunately the 'darshan' never happened and she was left heart broken on coming to know that Krishna was interested in another gopika (who happens to be her wingie too!!)Apart from enlightening her wingies academically she has also taken certain other valuble lessons on important aspects of procreation …
Equanimity is one word that describes her so perferctly. Whether she is the test topper in some course or she has jus won a volleyball match or she has bumped into some hunk, her reactions dont differ making all of us wonder if she were normal. That was the kinda life she was leading once upon a time. This sincere workaholic must probably hav the highest attendance percentage in the whole of bits, her tolerance limit is almost infinite else she wudnt hav attended every single class of consys. Right from day one, her focus on academics has not been affected infinitesimally by wing enthu or birthday celebrations or a movie or music nite. While the whole wing used to be playing, she used to run to the QT and study all evening, sometimes not even taking tha pains to come back to the bhawan for dinner. Such was the state of affairs when, in her third year, her knight in shining armour, who she was incidentally supposed to set up with one of her wingies (!!!), walked into her life in 3rd year and swept her off her feet. Spending time in cnot,cky and shiv g with this elite companion moved up in her priorities. She even went to the extent of deliberately gussing supts to do the same.

This hardcore member of PEP has exploited being in the dept to the fullest by finding herself a life partner. Both of them being instruites made life much simpler for tikli. Their ghotting sessions helped them achieve the milestone of being combined course toppers in AN-I. Ever since her knight in shining armour entered her life, her daily routine has been majorly restructured. She even allots time to talk to her teddies and other toys despite her hectic ghotting schedule with spouse.
She is probably one of the very few ppl who in their psenti sem would take up an elective with tuts in the first place and on top of that she even goes to the extent of preparing for those tuts well in advance thereby being the envy of every studnt doing cdcs. She is a champion at picking up things she is totally unaware of,for example her coding skills. During cp onlines she even puts an A7ite to shame.
Tikli is one of those highly secretive people and it takes a lot of effort from one's side to get to know her inner self which she exhibits only to her close friends. A fine respectable lady,may your prosperity never ERODE!!!!!

SVS - Character sketch

The first thing u notice about Sukanya, better known as SVS is her energy....she is one person who can put enthu for the silliest and the smallest of things and expects the others to do so too.....but ends up getting mighty pissed since none can match her levels of enthusiasm. She can liven up any situation with her breezy and cynical comments that make people roll with laughter. This makes not only her presence but also her absence felt.

She defines self obsession - flaunting herself is her main activity..... Visiting the gym, the parlour and shopping for cosmetics and clothes being the auxiliary ones. She chooses her attire with diligence to complement her photogenic face and sexy smile. This is also an attempt at drawing attention and I must say ...she manages to hold it too.

The frequent snap changes on orkut are supported by the repository of pictures that she has of herself. This was probably the reason why she got a digi cam in her third year....though the entire wing benefited from it. Her saree draping skills have proved to be very valuable. This, added with her expertise at make up would make any ordinary person noticeable.

To her love and food are the hot topics of discussion. A connoisseur of food, her excellent culinary skills need a special mention. All u need to do to win her over is to offer some chocolate, sweets and maybe a subtle compliment.

After coming to BITS she realized that there is more to life than just acads....deciding about her future seems to have eaten into her time...her ardent devotion to ram lead her to believe that her future lay in his hands. Her intense dedication met the lord’s eye…so much so that he imparted knowledge. But the fact remains that she was interested in the mechite and not mechsol .....She has redefined worship with her innovative ways - phone calls, mailing and chatting. In a few years time she hopes to cross the national boundaries to be able to offer her services to the lord.

Her positive outlook, foresight and emotional strength will see her through difficult times, if any. Her high confidence levels are bound to make any person feel small. Her arrogance and pride will put even a peacock to shame. U will never know when this bombshell will explode. She is the most active volcano that u will find, the fleeting explosions being extremely erratic. To know her better, u could check out her orkut profile...the testimonials will reveal the different shades of her personality.

We, the wing, fervently hope that we haven’t gotten onto her wrong side, today. Wishing her the best in every walk of life.

Anta - Character Sketch

This “unfaithful” mallu kutty, is one of the most hyper enthused souls in the wing, bubbling with enthusiasm and ready to lighten up hearts. Think about Anta and the first thing that strikes you is her cleanliness. She is probably the only person in the wing who has managed to keep every possession of hers out of reach from most people. She is a daughter any parent would love to have for she returns home every semester with almost the same bank balance she came in with.

This girl entered into BITS as an innocent calm girl apprehensive of new relations and dreading conversations with boys. People who had known her from then would be taken aback by the transformation she has undergone. From nothing but classes and bhawan in the first sem, to beauty parlours ,gym, reidi and anc in psenti sem, she has come a long way. Talk about diet and you get a big “NO”. This ex-president of the gundu, mandu, fundoo club of BITS Pilani loves good food in any form.

One of the gravest mistakes of her lives has been BE Computer science in BITS Pilani, given a chance she would readily have made a transfer to Civil for she is in love with constructions, be it with cement or hearts. Card games on trains probably help her with laying the foundation and this supplemented with emails, bridge the remaining gap. But a guy would need much more effort to win her love.

She claims she’s still waiting for HER guy , we really pity her husband who has to put up with all her weird principles. Residing in the city of Coimbatore, Anta likes being traditional her favourite outfit is sal, sorry, I meant sal. She is so devotional that she must have used more notebooks for writing SriRam a Jayam than for taking notes.

Her unmatched ability of laughing at the most inappropriate times has taught us to pray we never come across her when we are with a guy. Trust her to spoil a perfect date with just a laugh!!! Her leisure activities in psenti sem ranged from fantasizing about certain things which are better left unsaid, to watching the worst of movies. Her reactions are totally unpredictable and if she says she hates a movie, you can rest assured that it would be the best of movies and you would love it.

She fluctuates between an overly enthused and effervescent personality to a highly moody and reserved one and the latter one had better not be witnessed. Her decisions too are as capricious as her moods. An enthusiastic member of PEP and EDC prod, Anitha is a very caring and affectionate friend, open and straightforward and a great person to be with. Wishing her the very best in life.

4-2 Trip - Part 2

We left for Amritsar again, and reached the temple area for a little bit of sword, kashmiri sal and shawl shopping, while some of us quickly stole back to the temple to capture its beauty, lit up at night. [I once again got chided for not covering my head.] By the time we reached Porn’s relatives’ place, it was 9.30pm and the poor people were waiting for us to have dinner [we had promised to get back early and help aunty cook!] After a sexy dinner, we used their comp to download some snaps into Sara’s ipod and pampered their two verrrrrrrry cute sons.

They had meanwhile cleared the drawing room, put in mattresses and carpets for us to sleep. Twelve tired and boisterous girls dozed off in the blink of an eye, resolving to get up at 3.30 am. You know the ways of Beau Monde – we snoozed the alarm and slept till 4.15 am. Then we rushed to get ready, while the legal inmates of the house slept through the racket we created. We were ready to leave at 5am, woke up aunty, passed our love to Chandan and Abhinandan [the boys] and left with good advice from aunty.

At Pathankot [which we reached after a 3 hour journey], we had breakfast at a very scenic inn and had parattas and curd. [By then, parattas and curd had become our dhaba favourites]. We started on the ghat road immediately and reached Dalhousie at 11 amidst some puking and nausea.

Some of us walked around the place looking for decent and inexpensive hotel to check into. After 1 ½ hours of checking hotels that resembled dungeons, attics, etc., and avoiding men who kept following us to market their hotels, we found a cute hotel perched on the road. We almost gussed it thinking it was too expensive when our driver took us back saying we could get off-season discounts. We finally took 3 rooms, housing 4 each, at less than 200 per head.

We changed yet again into jeans. It was raining on and off, and the weather was becoming greyer and colder by the minute. We had lunch at a chut restaurant called Golden Vaishno Bhojanalay at the market place. We then took the qualises to Bakrota Hills, Lakhar Mandi and Khajjiar - tourist spots. Bakrota and Lakhar mandi were gen spots from where you could catch a good view of the valley. Khajjiar is supposedly a sanctuary. It turned out to be a large expanse of grassland and the only animals we saw, were horses which were being made to take tourists on rides [and one horse which ran out of control]. All through the drive to Khajjiar, there was hail, and the meadows were filled with hail when we reached it. By the time we left Khajjiar, all the hail had melted, making the meadows damp [but not our enthu, of course!]. Some people dressed up in the traditional tribal snow-women clothes for snaps too. Unfortunately we had not seen snow, and many in the group were quite disappointed. We came back to the market place to do some shopping [the same kasmiri embroidery filled sals and sarees] and had dinner at a very pee-place. We went back to the hotel at 10pm and crashed immediately after that. Next morning, we woke up hoping that it had rained somewhere and snowed somewhere. We had a late breakfast at Golden Vaishno Bhojanalay [yes, no prizes for guessing - we woke up late again] and after a fruits-man was kind enough to tell us that it had snowed all night, and a place called Diankund was likely to be filled with enough snow for us to play in, and assured by the driver that Lakhar Mandi itself would have snow, we traveled the same path again, in surprisingly sunny and cheerful weather. To all our delight, Dalhousie, that quaint and scenic town nestled on a few mountains, was filled with snow. We spotted patches of white quite soon and before we had travelled 3km, we saw sheets of snow. We stopped at a spot where the qualises could move no further [they started skidding down] and played for a good 2 hours. We threw snow balls at each other, made snowmen and igloos, clicked snaps and made movies, danced and got leached at… those three hours were finally what we remember most of the whole trip! I had been hesitant to face Manali kind of weather, but the trees, the beauty of the hills and the snow in sunny weather all made the trip worth all the money and journey discomfort, as also the beauty of the Golden Temple.
We then got back to the market for lunch at Golden Vaishno Bhojanalay yet again. After a quick trip to Panchpula, supposedly a spring, but a miniature waterfall, with a minute bridge, we left Dalhousie to Pathankot at 4.30m. We reached Pathankot at 6.30pm and proceeded straight towards Pilani. We stopped for dinner at a dhaba, stopped at a place called Haveli [I would say it's a costly eating-cum-socializing place for the not-so-refined rich] for sweets and chaat, stopped again when the drivers wanted to have dinner and reached Pilani at 9am.
We were twelve very dirty girls, who had not bathed in 3 days and 4 nights, but very happy girls, who dragged ourselves back to the familiar 8th block in Meera Bhawan, to be greeted by the faithful Baby.

PS: I had a horrible experience too. We were walking down a road, when a bus came down. We all moved to the sides of the road, and I intelligently went and stood near an electric pole, thinking the bus wouldn't come that close. I suddenly heard Abina scream, and I turned around in time to be butted by the bus. I once again got butted by the door which was open and lost balance. I caught hold of the door of the bus, which luckily stopped moving as people in the bus realized something was wrong. Otherwise, I would have fallen down probably eight feet and as Puppy said, had a fracture!

4-2 Trip - Part 1

Wing trips from BITS, Pilani are so beautiful. When a group of like-minded, fun-loving girls get together to explore the beauty of nature and cultural heritage, you can not expect less than a mind-blowing experience for them. When, in the final sem, 12 of Beau Monde planned to take a trip to Amritsar, Wagah and Dalhousie, the excitement was palpable for almost two weeks before the trip.

Planning was the usual itinerary making and route making.
23rd: leave Pilani after dinner [8 pm]
24th: reach amritsar for breakfast [8 am]. See jallianwala bagh and golden temple. Late lunch. Leave to wagah border at 3pm and reach by 4pm. Leave wagah border by 7pm. travel to Dalhousie via pathankot and reach by 11pm [but could take till breakfast time next day, depending on weather conditions].
25th: have breakfast. Sightseeing at Dalhousie between 10 am and 1 pm [local taxi]. Have lunch. Go to Khajjiar between 3 pm and 5 pm [local taxi]. Spend the evening and night gen sitting and sleeping at hotel room.
26th: Leave to Dharamshala at 5 am. Sightseeing at dharamshala till late lunch [3 pm]. Leave to pathankot and reach by 6 pm. Leave pathankot after dinner and reach Pilani on 27th morn for breakfast.

Since it became obvious that it was too much of traveling in a short span, Dharamshala was gussed even before we left.

Well, we had signed up for a cartloads of snacks for the journey. Needless to say, all of it got over that first night itself. We started at 9, after the usual delays in packing and arranging. The 12 hour journey on NH1 was as usual interspersed with stops at Reliance petrol bunks ;) and a sexy dhaba

Taking turns to sit in the front with the drivers and making horrible conversations in Hindi to prevent them from dropping off to sleep, we managed to complete the journey within reasonable levels of discomfort, what with 6 to a qualis, as opposed to the quashing we undergo on our journeys between Pilani and Delhi.

Well, we reached Amritsar at 9 am on 23rd, and wham! - we had just one room at the LIC guest house that Shru's dad had kindly managed to arrange! So Porn talked to some virtually unknown relatives of hers, who insisted that we board and lodge at their house.

So, lady-luck that accompanies us when ever we travel smiled on us once again, and we had some sexy pastry and dokhlas at their house for breakfast at 12. After changing into fresh clothes and leaving behind the mound of luggage in the middle of their drawing room, we left to see the wonders of Amritsar. First stop at Jallianwala Bagh. The narrow single entrance to the Bagh, epitaphs at spots where General Dyer stood ordering his troops to fie, where people tried scaling walls, where people jumped into the well to escape the deadly firing, liberally set up boards with explanations and history, Attenborough's Gandhi & Rang De Basanti all helped us visualize the massacre that happened 60 years ago.

We next visited the Golden Temple, which is on the same street as the Bagh. The temple is a huge edifice in marble and parallels our own Madurai Meenakshi temple in size. It has a sexy system for people to wash feet - there is a small moat-like thing at the entrance with flowing water. So people have to step into it to go inside and hence maintain cleanliness.

Once you enter the impressive outer wall that actually has rooms for pilgrims and monks [it's like an outer agraharam, if you know what I mean], you can see the huge tank and the actual temple is right in the middle of the tank. We walked around clicking snaps. There are a lot of trees and platforms of significance. There is a platform from where Guru Gobind Singh used the water from the tank to heal a poor woman's sick husband, a tree to mark the spot where someonebeheadedeaded for using the holy temple as a dancing hall [I don't remember names, sorry], etc.

Well, we bulbed for sometime about all this and the normal rules of conduct and all the stuff. Then we decided to ask the women around, who answered in Punjabi, then in a mix of Punjabi and Hindi, which we managed to figure out, with the Shru's, Preetu's and Shus' help. Next we had to walk into the gold-plated sanctum sanctorum, which is three-storey high. People were let in in batches, but it wasn't greatly crowded. The ground floor has the Holy book in print, covered with a mega pink and gold cloth. People sat around singing and a man was fanning it. We climbed up to the first floor, where the original granth, in the Guru's handwriting, is located, covered in a red and gold-embroidered cloth. Here people sat reading different holy books. We climbed to the next storey where a man sat reading the granth [in print again] and which had a lamp at one corner. Meanwhile I was once chided by the people there to not let my dupatta fall off my head. The walls of the temple are covered in beautiful floral designs.

As we left the sanctorum, it became 'cleaning time'. Metal buckets were being handed out and people randomly started picking up the buckets, filling them up in the tank and pouring the water along the walkways. This exercise was a mighty one - there were hundreds of buckets, and people around, people entering, people leaving, all kept passing the buckets to help clean up. Apparently this exercise is carried out every three hours. We were all very impressed by the cleanliness of the temple and the sincerity shown by the people in keeping it clean.

We next had sexy parattas and curd at a nearby dhaba and left for Wagah. It is a 45-minute drive from Amritsar. The parade started at 5.30 sharp. First civilians were allowed to walk up to the gate on the border on both sides [India and Pakistan] and wave flags. This was followed by a parade by 6 soldiers of the Border security Force.

All the while, a silly man jumped around and urged the crowd to scream things like 'Vande Matharam' and 'Hindusthan Zindabad' on a loud public address system. Then flags [which are normally hoisted at dawn] were lowered with band music. This lasted half-an-hour. We walked back along the electrified security fences which marked the border line and a small piece of land that is neither Pakistan's nor India's.

Gee - Character sketch

Gee is the attitude girl of the wing, a typical “lion” and a living photocopy of Monica Geller is the first impression that everyone gets. Classy wardrobe, arty dressing, spic-n-span room, nose tightly screwed up at anything that’s mildly askew… now I give YOU a chance to screw ur nose, as I unravel that other side of gee. Once the epitome of systematic work, gee has become someone who can be astonishingly chill before an exam; the RP redi man has virtually topped up his business with earnings from Malai sandwiches sold to gee the days before tests. She’d aimlessly cycle around, hands off the handlebar , eat every half-an-hour to feed her notorious brain, even reset her already tidy room, just to avoid studying for a test. Her unparalleled love for all things EEE is a rage. Once, after her commsys online test, she switched off her monitor and typed “I don’t want this man to evaluate my test”. Even as the very same man was peering at her screen, she switched her monitor back on, to the shock and bewilderment of both teacher and taught.

This angel of goodness, who once dreamt that she had become pregnant and needed an abortion, lived the role to perfection in her 2 seconds to fame on stage. She can also act a very convincing drunkard, which certain appalled wingies learnt, on one of those trips she puts enthu for every sem.

Gee sounds like the Aunt Polly of Tom Sawyer, someone who spurns romantic and frivolous ideas. Wait till you hear our own Aunt Polly’s antics. Rafting guide Uday, was so infatuated with this serene beauty, that he made her sit next to him on his raft and rowed her through the picturesque ganga river, telling her tales of the ganga, as we sat mutely, spectators of this real-time 60s sitcom. However, Aunt Polly’s own fantasies take her to the realm of the juniors. EEE Assoc, backstage, EDC, wherever she goes, she sees Don Quixotes and knights in shining armour in juniors. However, Guys who can get admits into MIT with aid stand the best chance. Surrogate romance is in too! And they too have feelings and emotions, as gee proved, by making up the story of her betrothed Vikram Chinta working in Toyota Inc., to make her surrogate boyfriend jealous. Only at the end, she lamely settled for calling her own wingie “psenti”, for lack of a better person.
Well.. she is a wonderful and dependable friend.. I can go on and on. But, G, need I say more?