You a South Indian?

Ok, so I'm back after ages. No net, no time blah blah, the usual happened with me. Anyway, many of you asked me to blog about my experience in Hyderabad and trust me, I had planned a lot for this yet another come back post of mine....I can tell you about the Idli wala who screamed at me for calling Kanchivaram idli as Kanchipuram idli for fun (Well, it was funny!!) I can talk about the ungrateful auto fellas who had faulty meters and treated me worse than he would have treated Osama Bin Laden, just because I wasn't from Hyd. I can make fun of the Hyderabadi Urdu- waich and itne mai-ich. I had a blast in Delhi and Mumbai but Hyderabad...not really! That one month made me feel like the outsider I was...Which I never felt in Delhi or Mumbai! Or even Ahmedabad, since I'm not a Gujarati, but people still somehow accepted me.

Why is it that we are so regionalistic? I've been brought up in A'bad, studied here and still studying in Gandhinagar. In my colony or school, people always started yapping with me in Gujarati and I replied back in pretty fluent Gujarati. But when they suddenly ask me, "Hey what's your surname?" And I say "Iyer". Their immediate reaction is "South Indian!" And they start stammering in broken English or accented Hindi. I mean, all this time they were comfortable with me talking in Gujarati, but when they found out I'm a Southie, psychologically they felt that my Gujarati sucked! Did this hurt me? This angered me!!

Whenever I go to Chennai, people are rude to me since it seems I don't look like a Tamilian. But yeah, when they find out I'm a Tamilian, they are all nice to me!!

There! I blame my own people also for this.

At my internship, my boss shoots questions like...

1) You Iyer or Iyengar? (I think I said my name is Madhuri Iyer)

2) You follow Tamil customs?(Err..WHAT?)

3) You understand Telugu?(Nope.)

4) Why don't you understand Telugu?(blank stare)

5) You should learn Telugu. (But Sir, I know Tamil, Gujarati, Hindi, English. And a bit of German. Enough of being multi lingual, don't you think?)

I also hate it when people talk in their regional language in front of an outsider. At my PG, this Marathi brigade yapped away in Marathi, the Telugu troope chepu-ed away in Telugu and I'm staring at the tasteless roti and raw karela curry wondering whether I should hold my nose and swallow the food to make it taste better. At my workplace, my bosses communicated in Telugu and even sometimes instructed us in Telugu. We were 4 internees who were non Hyderabadis and hence we could only gape at them.

Honestly, it's the same all over India. Being a South Indian, I would be the last person to blame our part of the country- but this is the problem. We ain't North Indians or South Indians. We are Indians and to conclude, woud like to quote what I read in a number of articles- If we call Australia racists then what are we?

P.S- My college best friend is a Telugu, and my school best friend is a Gujarati. So I don't discriminate because of whatever incidents I have faced till now- and I do not want anyone to take offence because of this post.

I faking love you....

Beep you.

Yes, I'm still pissed, and I don't care if Mads Mad Mess turns into a depressing, frustrated blog. I'm not allowed to crib anywhere, since the entire world pounces on me if I crib. My friends seem to be immersed in trouble, 24*7, so I'm not allowed to rant about my sorrows to them. My mom has the burden of the whole world on her tender shoulders, and she is not even thinking about my marriage :-( so Jai Ho to her. And well, I'm too agnostic to turn to God for help. But, you still rock, God. No hard feelings che.

I will crib, I will rant, I will wipe out the smile from your face, so stop reading, if you don't want to get depressed. Sigh. I'm so mean naa. Let my blog be called Mean Mads Mess henceforth.

The worst phase of my life, which started from Jan 1 2009, is continuing, the amount of irritation mounting day by day. I had moments of joy last night when I watched Jab we met on tv and Filmfare awards (RANBIR!!!!! He wasn't that funny, but I could stare at him,so cool che) but today, I'm back to my irritated self. Mom has given up on me. Gee, thanks for that vote of confidence, you rock...

I have some Dad jokes, and Mom jokes, and Grandfather jokes too, but I'm not that nice a girl, to see you laughing, and me depressed, so I will not put it up. I know I'm mean, so don't stay here. Go X-(

A poem dedicated to all the people who fake around all the beeping time. Penned down by me and my friend, Harini, in class, when we were really really really really really pissed at the fakers.


Hey, that's a really fine top you are wearing!
It looks like, it's triplets she's carrying...

OMG!Your new haircut is amazing!
Wait till I tell XYZ, that you look disgusting...

Awwww!!You and you boyfriend look so cute !!
Did I just say that? My foot !!

Yeah,before the exam,I'll tell you the facts of the case*,
Before the exam, you think I'll see your face?

I'm confident, this chapter isn't there in the examination!!
You actually think I would tell the truth to my opposition?


It's a faking world out there,
There's nobody, it would spare,
Genuine I am, and it's for everyone to see,
A fake Mads for all the fakers, I can't ever be.


*I'm a law student, and we have to mug up all the cases with their facts and the basic principle in the judgement of those cases. So usually, before the exam, if we don't get the facts of some really important case, we ask XYZ. And XYZ tells us 5 mins before the exam starts that he/she doesn't know the facts or will tell us the wrong facts of the case. Beep you, man/woman.


P.S- I wish my sister was here :-(
P.P.S- I really don't know why I kept one of the labels as 'mummy oh mummy, kya accha bana rahi ho' ....
P.P.P.S- Beep blogger.com. I cannot upload a pic for this post.

An irritated tag.

I’m irritated. I’m restless. I’m sick of college. I’m sick of the same faces around. I’m tired of projects, even before I’ve started them. I’m waiting for the 4 day break from college, because of Holi etc. I need to rejuvenate myself before I end up killing someone. I hate people, and they all suck.

Here’s the tag on the 25 things about me, which you must know, in case you want to sleep in peace tonight. Many people tagged me, thank you everyone, but I’m not acknowledging anyone since I want to finish this tag, and go away before I write a nasty comment on someone’s blog.

Now, since I’m pissed, this is going to be a tag on 25 things that piss me off.

1.If anyone insults me, my family or my close friends, I really don’t mind abusing them on their face even if they question my upbringing when I abuse them.

2.I like cheering up people, but when they don’t appreciate my efforts and instead snap back at me and ask me to get lost, I GET REALLY PISSED.

3.I am not a fan of animals, but I hate it when people kick dogs or ill treat any animal.

4.I hate those people in college who act in the scope beyond their authority (whoa, what legal language I’m using, dammit) People (I’m not talking about students only) have questioned my upbringing, have questioned my involvement in ‘activities’ and insult me for not having a good C.G.P.A I left Sports Committee (those who know me, will know how important sports was in my life) and will never be a part of any sports activities henceforth in my college life, because of such allegations from my own people. And as far as C.G.P.A is concerned….Yes, I don’t score well, but I ain’t dumb.

5.Coming back to sports, I have stopped playing any sport, and I only watch cricket and a little of tennis (Bichara Federer) now.

6.I hate people who cannot see me happy and always say something or the other to burst the bubble.

7.I hate hypocrites. And whoa, in college, you find only them.

8.I cannot stand plagiarists. I have plagiarized my dad’s work when I was small, and this is reason number 1, why I hate myself.

9.I do NOT hate Rahul Dravid’s wife or Deepika Padukaun (heehee if she gets one more flop, she will become Padukaun from Padukone :D) It is just that I’m kinda teeny weeny types jealous of them :-(

10.I hate mess food.

11.I hate people who insult my looks. I feel something is beautiful in every person. And I really feel looks are not the criteria to judge a person.

12.I prefer crying rather than sulking. Although, I have been sulking all day. Hope something worse happens later in the night, which makes me cry and get over it, rather than sulking on and on and on.

13.To my shock, my attendance is low in one subject in college. And I really didn’t bunk so many classes. I hate attendance marks. Why force a student to attend classes? It’s upto the student to be sincere and attend, and it’s his or her life, let him make it or break it.

14.I don’t hate the songs from Jai Veeru. They are awesome.

15.I hate fake people who keep pretending what they aren’t. Unfortunately, I fake around too. Reason number 2 why I hate myself.

16.I hate littering roads.

17.I don’t hate sweeping, washing clothes, arranging clothes, show pieces, books (Although I’m afraid, my hands will become rough) I like cleaning :D Although, my hostel room is untidy and nicely messy usually :-(

18.If you keep a book upside down, scribble in it with a pen or tear it, then, I HATE YOU.

19.I hate people who scrape their feet on the floor and walk. And scratch on the blackboard with their nails. Brrr….

20.I hate losing. Aarrgh. I’m a true Arien.

21.I hate my college net, which is so slow.
22.I hate not abusing. The pleasure which u get after spitting out those abuse words, ahhhhhh…. !!!!!!!!!!!!!

23.I hate it when I don’t get time to read the newspaper or forget to read it.

24.I hate cribbing and don’t want to post this up. It shows my negative energy and spreads it around. I’ll make some *beep* people read this and make them miserable, Muhuhahahaha.

25.I hate it when people insult my blog and call it a waste of time. And insult my writing :-(

P.S.- I started this post before I went for dinner, but my mood improved after I came back. So I am sane and normal again. Can’t wait to go home and chillax in these holidays. Holi che \:D/ I pass this tag to whoever wants to lift it.

Disclaimer- No offence meant to any authority in my college. You don't know who I'm referring, so you can't sue me :D \:D/ Jhingalala hoo Jhingalala ho HOO HOO HOO !!!