Long Time...No see....

Heya crowds!!!
How have you been? Okay okay! I can imagine-Christmas, Pongal n BANG!!! The first of its kind “STRIKE” in VMKV. Loved the holes high up in the main block glass façade and you ruined the canteen…kudos! Mr.Ilayabharathi got slapped…???My heartfelt felicitation for that dauntless one…
And rearing up is the next colossal droll of the session test…that is specially relevant at this status quo which would probably terminate with each of us scuttling home FOREVER on March the 8th…I wasn’t serious about that part, trust me….
Hey I saw our college day circus…err I mean celebrations on VLC…and I’m depressed…Rakhi Queen certainly doesn’t inherit her looks from’ you know where’, I’m convinced…coz her English was horrible. And that Dany guy, I would like to meet him one day just so that I can ask him what exactly he gets for being friends with Miss LOBO. And Sneha dear, who taught you grammar???
I shall defy commenting on that lanky fella n that mammoth in that blue bohemian outfit…
Calling that even ‘circus’ is a gigantic charity…not that I don’t to look up the thesaurus, I just dnt want things to be on the unfavorable edge…

so see you all in a week's time only because my HP 540 is gonna go for a wash...and trust me i'm serious considering a high profile launch for TAPIOCA TALES...or should i say i'm scripting my own murder???
nyways buzzing off...peace all...

Sorry Seniors,We Hate Her Too.....

While the free world was febrile with the IPL fever almost a month ago the witchs's asylums (official den of the female vmkvites namely Godhavaari,Yamuna Saraswathi and Ganga)were being consumed by a domestic fever of a completely different genre

 APL…she stands well above all the lasses in her vincity both in terms of height and in terms of the amount of sleaze she has managed to amass ever since October 2008.Attributing “firsts” to her name would be ultimate lunacy. However, for the sake of the destitute here are some maxims from her recent days if yore…

 During the first month of college, though the tell tale ,bitching, goof, tried wooing her, she chose better of his beefy demeanor and fell for the French bearded second year(ooh ooh drop a mail for the real names).Through their three month long courtship that thrived through yercaud and new bus stand hotel rooms she earned the paraphernalia of the biggest slut in vmkv year 1.

 Now whether he was enlightened, one fine morning, to live a life of celibacy or whether her juice just dried up we know not…they broke up in a hugely unanticipated juncture…

Then came the acentode right from the lady in distress (APL)that she had to succumb to her parents demands and that she was engaged to marry some guy called Vishnu….later this guy turned out to be hoax…and I’m not very versed with that stream of story. Like the calm before the storm her presence steadily receded from the hot talks of VMKV. Apart from being occasionally spotted in train compartments and hotels with different guys each time she played good girl for a couple of weeks…

 But how long can a bitch hold its bark?

Her next Samaritan Ganesh,a fourth year dude,(I’m done for!!!) must have had an entire recapitulation of her life…he nefariously hatched a blue print to take vengeance against his foes-a bunch of colleens who ,apparently, must have refused to play his fiddle…

 Many of us in    VMKV would have contained a serious urge to slap APL,at some point or the other…and almost every one must have done some ugly spanking in the sublevels of their conscience….but these innocent damsels of second year got the credit of it… one fine morning a white paper in the principal’s table accused them of slapping APL.Later,it turned out that they didn’t even know who this wretch was…

In the absence of dear Mr Nagappan, APL , flaunted by her flagrant parents, managed to squeeze some disciplinary action against the seniors….although this decision was revoked later…things are no longer the same…

To,

The ominous stares and teeth gritting curses the seniors shower every time a first year passes

 

Dear seniors,

We hate her more that you do…

Estranged...

There is nothing like a Luke warm shower with dove’s milk crème’ frothing all around you after a stupid rain day. I was admiring my wet goose bumps, truly delighted that Clarke actually gifted me the cutest night robe I’ve ever seen, and looking forward to wearing them tonight for our scheduled video chat, when I heard a high pitched clamor of female tongue that sounded uncannily similar to that of Blacky’s.

 Blacky, a five feet three inch whore dipped in pitch black. She thinks her dad was the one who miraculously made Tamilnadu out of saw dust and thus her dislike for girls from all other states specially Kerala, is purely justified. As far as I’m concerned she is from shit and is from head to toe made of a still nastier shit. There has been some friction among us ever since she walked in with her filthy red bag full of obsolete dresses which has never seen any kind of laundry ever since the great flood.

 

Exactly twelve minutes later pika banged at the door,” Taps quick, you got to see this, come out fast”.

“I’m in shower babes”.

“It is urgent, Jenny here….err, please make it fast”, she insisted.

“What now? Did jenny strip nude?”

“No time for jokes Taps, out. NOW!”

Her tone of urgency thrilled me…the very thought surprises in this god forsaken place itself is some how invigorating. Hastily I pulled the white night robe over my reluctant entrails. Stepping out, I saw a small huddle over one of the beds…on which lay Jenny, spread eagle, and as my eyes traced her torso I saw, in her left hand, three straight cuts that oozed fresh blood.

” she tried suicide??!!”, words came before I could swallow…

”I would have been up there dead long back if suicide was my intention”, she barked.

” okay…so what do you mean by THAT”, I asked, my finger gesturing the open cut.

”for fun, pure fun”, she said.

”WOW!!!”

 Since when have people started to spilt open their veins for fun? These things’, coming from Jenny, doesn’t surprise me at all. And the fault is not in her. Her parents, specially her mom ruined this lass. if she had just slapped, her tight during one of Jenny’s frequent boasts about her figure, and told her that ‘you are as shapeless as a potato’, if she had truthfully made her daughter realize that her barking does not comply with the English grammar, if she could, at her face, tell Jenny that her monkey scribble (in the name of modern art) was just worthless waste of paint and time…may be she would have had a chance to bring her daughter back. Now that the damage is done, the results are that her daughter is a very famous call girl in the inner quarters of almost every medical college in Tamilnadu. There is something for the mother, to cheer about after all- Jenny is pampered only by the elite…those who can afford her rate of more than three thousand for each sitting (laying, rather!!) All of these just because Jenny thought and still thinks too high of herself.

 Not a soul inside this campus likes Jenny. Leave alone liking, people don’t even bother to sympathize her fate. Moving from boys to boys Jenny, at the age of 18, is pretty much a ruined non guilty whore. So are her friends and support. A bunch of spoilt sluts who wreck this hostel to their own convenience…Are they the people who are trusted to boast about the celibacy of Tamil girls? Are they the ones who can scold Pika just for having a boy friend in the II year? Are they the ones chosen to advice me that love is the most meaningless thing on earth? Are they the kind of people you would have for room mates????

 Coming soon: Sorry seniors…We hate her too

busy days befall-peace n love....

Once again back after over a fortnight…
Presently feeding on hiragana script out of a Japanese head. The worst of brainstorms our principal has the habit of having perpetually-the fruit of which is a deliberate forty five minutes of Japanese (by natives from Japan) twice every week. since these eight months of Japanese shit hasn’t done any good on us, also because these oily white skinned men from Japan are highly sophisticated, I’ve three porn movies playing on laptop LCDs’ towards my left and a couple of play stations towards my rear as well…

Japanese put unto rest…for the first time in months I had my last week full packed atop schedules. Finally I got a chance to let out my “practiced perfect” sigh of exasperation,”oh my! What a bust day”, a couple of times…
We had some twenty delegates hovering all around the campus screaming retorts about accreditation…thanks to them I was perpetually polishing of my cultivated British accent over them. apart from the sheer inconvenience of having to go around in full suit(complete with a stupid red tie) at the peak of summer in tropical Tamilnadu the whole week went of like a whiff of wine…so that is a nice week done now…ahead lies merrier times still, a chemistry workshop shortly also some other trifling functions too…time to wind up now…need to let my piss off now, my bladder threatening to hole any moment…see you soon...bye

Off the Beat

So getting bored of tapioca tales? Come on! be not be modest…’coz I myself am getting bored of it day by day…but since I don’t have any intentions to stop, I’ve decided to color up things a little(now if it hard erotica what you need, I’m sorry, I won’t be of any help)

 From today I’ll be blogging very openly on subjects that I’ve known so far…raw and Un-adulterated…

A beginning has to be done in its way…so here comes the noblest beginning ever…Mr. Ilayabharathi…

 Ahoy! The prince of princes…the Robin Cook of kaveri. for the illiterate let me furbish some more information; Mr. ilayabharathi is supposed to be a professor of EEE (technically speaking I seriously doubt if he’s worthy enough for even half of his salary).A loyal tamilian by nature, our captain makes quite a wondrous scene almost on a daily basis flying around in his passion cum ride, an MIT (for the keralites-MIT is what our fish sellers and milk men use for transport…great pulling or so I’ve been told)

Clarke has obviously been an eye sore to our Robin Cook…his special dislike for my darling makes me hate him all the more. But mind you I don’t prejudice my writing in any way…

Mr.Ilayabarathi enjoys the right bum of Mr. Nagappan and for the same reason never go searching for him in his department. Primarily because he is of no use there and he’d either be mollycoddling the female staffs or cleaning the principal’s toilet!!!

Handed down information suggests his possession of very crippled celibacy…he actually had an affair going with a married hostel warden and she finally had to be dismissed to terminate their romance (he escaped without even a scrap coz of the earlier mentioned toilet cleaning)

 Illayabaarati is just one specimen out of the sex starved male staffs’ of VMKV…piping out next is Ponkumar,about who I’ve a very personal account to share…let’s hold it on for another couple of days until I get my laptop..            Ciao people…happy sweating…you will be wearing a lot of that stupid uniform in the coming days…And please please please be not be deceived to think that VMKV lasses lack figure…it is just that the coat is making them look miserably bloated…I suggest you postpone your chick picking for the coming weeks….wish you happy hours ahead…

Gap Fillers

The exams got over today…and you people did hear about the NBA accreditation and stuff didn’t you? No? we’ll that is why they’re spray painting the campus in yellow and blue …at least that’s the only sensible reason I found out for the recent abnormality among VMKV staffs.

So how have things been going, for you? For me?

Four night ducked in bed over portions that I don’t even have the remotest memory of being taught in class…may it, so be it; Here I am in an empty classroom typing away empty words with a mind that has long since been filled only with emptiness.

Unattended still, is a sizable financial crisis that has been threatening to gulp me down for quite some time now...I’ll mess things up big time…I can almost see it coming…

I’m really sorry I haven’t told you guys about my sweet heart Clarke, who is also by sheer bad luck destined to study in VMKV. We are, unlike, the normal vmkvites very controlled on things. Cagey about affection and stuff. Still we do have the share of fun in late night calls and trips down south.

 

Next in the line is dearest Mr.Senthil Kumar, our in-charge, who is in desperate pursuit for ways to work his charms on me. Sadly but truly his black trimness and smoldering eyes refuse to kinder any kind of emotion in me. I do enjoy this once in a while, particularly when I get a centum in attendance despite six no- reason leaves.

When I put Mr. Senthil on tapioca there is one I’d do injustice to if I don’t mention about him. Partly because I’m a diplomat and partly because I want him to read this blog some day; let me introduce to you Mr. Bugs Bunny-ours and truly ours alone HP trainer…I still remember every minute of his first one hour lecture... that was on my birthday again…he kept on staring at me that Namratha actually began to smell some rotten fish, Madame Maxim(please go and refer Harry potter and the goblet of fire)has a real talent for smelling. I had fun with you around. Bunny…and I do miss you now that you’ve been transferred to another God forsaken campus…do miss me too….

Eagle, Mangalassery,NMS,Desperado,late Galaxy....have i left someone out?

“Better clear off from here”, said Mohd "see the guy in that red shirt? he is the new head for mangalassery”.

Hail VMKV for all the hilarious things it has been hurling to me ever since I stepped onto its thresholds…the funniest yet are the categorically shammed tales about the superintendency of various groups, affectionately (half fearfully), called the VMKV gangs.

On a serious note...I don’t know how grave the repercussions ,on this post, are going to be…These gangs, I mentioned, wouldn’t need half an hour to find the incognito, Taps of the tapioca tales, is me. Fear for me is as obsolete as sincerity,in VMKV...hence I’m not apprehensive…

If it is political agitations in Kerala, gang wars would easily hold a similar position of power in Tamilnadu…much to the displeasure of the ineemineeminamos who think that mugging up engineering is the only reason why they were given mortal lives and sent to this god forsaken campus in the middle of nowhere…

I’ve got nothing against these gangs, seriously. Still the whole institution of gang formation amuses me…gangs and groups at twenty something? God, are they kidding?

But listen…these gangs as far as I know is purely leisure based…’take from your kin spent it as your own’ seems to be their motto. Why else would they hover around every available atm in Salem city right on the day poor first years plan an outing? Lasses, also, are a weakness,or I guess so…no comments on that area as I intend to keep this blog clean of shit!!!(Mind you that is the only reason).

One such group( king of birds...always after chicks!!) with an irresistibly cute head is right now the hottest…their complex being haunted by female witches and their guys touring yercaud like never before….cough...cough!shit ,shit, shit!!!!….no more of it I swear…

There was one more, that was like an year ago, named GALAXY…Don’t know the reason…people really look up to this group…I myself have heard fond remembrances from old allies. It is all gone…the pethidine worshiper head got beaten up,the group was shattered and separated…

My first rub with them was just weeks ago when a really perky orkut friend lured me into a profile that said,"about me:commander n chief-DESPERADO".i still remember the monday morning when i bumped into this same personality in the library.LEE trousers,WOODLAND's shoes...i knew instantly that he was of writable material...a man who was destined to fall in love with the most selfish whore i've seen,that could stand in two feet.personals aside he is one big brother who,almost everyone mistakes to be a Shylock.Even so,the Desps a currently facing a clash of reign where Mr.Handsome is trying to establish his say over the noble blood line.

Despite of this situation they have an envying claim of a sizzling majority among students...ignoring the die hards who are full into ruining his(Mr.Handsome) relation with our lady movie star,i think, the captain has enough semen in him to drive around the Desps for another two years. What is more! He also heads the anti-ragging squad...after all responsibilities do seek noble executioners.

You’ve heard of the NMS? Oh! the people who fought over china eye’s phone number? he he!! don’t tell me you don’t know…(is it"how do you know?"?see, see Taps knows it all….)

Writing a satire post on the blood thirsty gangs of VMKV and getting away easly with it is a dream…I do know…but the who reads Tapioca tales Anyway?

These are things I wish I could say some day…I don’t see any logic in the trepidation some idle group, of three or four ruined kids, reaps out of students…if they keep us in servile fearfulness it is just because we’ve spines of rubber that droop, like a water lily stem, on the drop of an eyelid (and also because we’ve a principal who’d pee in his pants if someone said 'Mangalassery')…

So dear non members of gangs…rise and shine…if not you then who?

Dear gangs,

Thank you very much…it is not often that we get to see real MEN in this four and a half acre campus (or was it four hundred? Well,that is not relevant is it?)