Two Sides of the Same Coin

Of the new and the old

2011-02-03T14:20:00.005Z

There is nothing new in feeling this way. I am in no way a unique creation of God conditioned to feel like this in a new place. It happens to one and all, without an exception. Although, the way one handles is could be as different as the Gandhian and the Bhagat Singh's philosophy, it ultimately boils down to the same thing- Change.

Recruitment, job hopping, change of stream, changing schools….I could come up with a whole list of scenarios in which one is faced with the cumbersome task of getting used to a new environment. While for some, this might actually be quite exciting, for a typical Capricorn like me (yes, I do follow Sun signs quite closely), settling in a new workspace, where the only familiar faces are those of Mother Teresa and Kapil Dev smiling out of a poster (which for some reason seems totally misplaced) , this can be quite a task.

It is not that I am an introvert or lack in the confidence to speak to people or make contacts, but my apprehensions stem from the fact that I like to take my time to judge people. So, after all the smiling and after all the pleasantries have been exchanged, I like to sit back and just get a feel of the place. 2-3 days into the new schedule and I can bet you won’t be able to guess in your wildest dreams that I am a newbie.

Another very fascinating thing that I have observed, or rather, that I like to observe is the different people around me. Everyone seems to have their own little story, own way of adjusting to the scenario and the likes and some can be truly fascinating!

To share a few, there was this gentleman in the lift the other day, who was happily chatting away with his son on the phone, coochi-cooing him and oblivious of the fact that every new person to enter the life was giving him the stares before they could figure out that he was using the new wireless headphone and was actually on the phone. There would be the usual furrowing of brows, trying to figure out who was taking to whom and then the look of understanding dawning on the face of the unsuspecting victim ,gradually.

There was also this female who sat opposite to me on the lunch table who was, for some reason, bursting into very funny giggles every 5minutes that kind of sounded like she was choking. In the end I actually looked myself up in the mirror on the adjacent wall to make sure I was not the subject of her mirth. ( I am still clueless about the reason behind her...er…happiness.)

There are actually various categories of people one might chance upon. There are some who take it upon themselves to give you an introduction to every possible fellow employee that you may chance upon (with value added suggestions on how to tackle them of course!). Then there also are a few who can be called the you-know-what (s), who give you all the ex news, the happening news and the future news. Then, the other more serious types who take it upon themselves to fill the editorial columns of newspapers and have award-winning skills at criticizing everything from the government, to the scams to the auto-walas to Himesh Reshamiya. In between all this, there are some like me, who just smile and try to take in sophisticated- corporate circus around them.

On the whole, after the initial hiccups, a new environment is a welcome change, even more so, if the city also happens to be a new one. There is something special about every place. Every city/town has its own charm and I love exploring new cities. My Mumbai experience will be something I will always cherish and now, I am sure Bangalore will try very hard to match up to it.

Believe

2010-11-27T14:33:00.004Z

U've got to believe that things will be good.
U've got to believe that things will be the way they should.
There may not be too many options right now
but doors will open
a path will be made
u've gotta believe that u did the best you could.

There was a time when the wrong felt right
What was right somehow never made sense
Acceptance became difficult
"to hope" was all i did.

But then, a vague sense of familiarity
came flooding back to me
A deja vu of sorts u can say
A lost identity, a new found vision
and I discovered myself again.

There is not a tinge of sorrow
there is not an iota of regret
The best is yet to come
and i know what i want, i shall get.

Looking ahead I see a sea of opportunities
Looking back is not an option right now
Taking each day as it comes,
I am ready to face it all.

The journey so far has been roller-coaster.
Yet again I stand on the threshold of a major change.
The things that were, will never be
what will be, is something I cannot say.

There are elements of my life that i wish to carry forward
and there are things I wanna bury far out of sight
but there is this faint whisper which tells me
to "plan" and "hope"
is the biggest folly of all.

Whats is right and what is wrong
I shall not dwell upon that any long.

I know that things will be good
I believe that things will be the way they should.
There may not be too many options right now
but doors will open
a path will be made
I know that I did the best I could.

Help!

2010-06-29T16:07:00.002+01:00

It seems to have a long, long, really long list of things to do.

Ideas for new additions to the portfolio float around aimlessly. Work on a logo design- pending. CAT notes lying tossed on the sofa of the new (read: temporary) bedroom. Two brand new novels aching to be opened and delved into. Some 25 odd, “bookmarked” sites screaming for attention.

It’s numb. Nothing seems to be able to penetrate its seemingly rock-solid periphery and shake the senses into action. The drive seems to be missing. It’s like standing in front of a fast approaching train unable to do anything. Just a few microseconds away from being run down.

It wants to be pacified; be conned it into thinking that “all izz well”. It will all pass. In fact, there is a solid, fool-proof reason that it has concocted. It calls it- Home sickness.

It tries every little trick in book to keep itself occupied. The url of facebook has been permanently embedded in it. It automates the hand to refresh the home page as frequently as human beings tend to breathe. It has also added a calendar to its gadget list, which makes use of a decrement counter. It frequently sends out warning signals but has become immune to receipting any kind of action in this regard.

It is not doing any of this intentionally. I can bet on that. I know it’s trying to be brave. I am trying to help it and please I request you do so as well. Please. Help my brain.

:) :)

Mumbai- A confession.

2010-06-22T09:05:00.001+01:00

When you get what you have been longing for more than 1 semester (6.3 months to be precise), the feeling can be quite overwhelming and gratifying (and for a skeptic like me, add ‘unbelievable’ to the list as well). Till the point I landed in Mumbai, found a good PG, went to office on the first day, and began to figure things out, there was this teeny little voice in my head screaming on loud speaker that “It can’t be SO good”. Every moment was like “What next??” .

My first feeling when I landed in this city was like that of a little school girl trying to grasp as much knowledge as she can about the once forbidden world that was slowly revealing a treasure trove of mysteries to her. As my dad struck up a conversation with the taxiwala I opened up my mental calculator and diary trying to make sense of the distances, routes, things to remember and other tit-bits of info that I could gather. As the taxiwala went on ranting about the “immense competition in the taxi business” I kept absorbing the feel of a new place; the city that had somehow always attracted me, this little independent and ambitious bit in me struggling to bounce out and finally enjoy freedom-redefined.

Something that I must sheepishly admit here, is the capability of this city to force you to prove yourself worthy of survival, in order to make you a part of it. As strong as I pride myself to be, the first day that we went PG hunting, seemed to squeeze away 60% of my enthusiasm and confidence. In my opinion, Mumbai can be scary till you find a decent place to stay. Having had the luxury of living a very comfortable life at home and in college, the one room flats with makeshift kitchens, dingy lighting, slowly whirling fans, made me think that was the end of my “fantasy” trip to Mumbai. Even the inmates seemed to be so pissed off with life that I did not have to go to the extent of asking them if they were comfortable in there. Their expressions spoke louder than words. Probably this is one day I will never forget coz it changed something in me.

My mother was set to bring me back home with her and what totally-totally surprised me most was that I was somewhere hoping she would. Perhaps, that brief moment of conflict between my ego, self-respect, want-to-do-something-in-life, will-never-give-up part of me and the don’t-leave-me-alone-please part set a lot of things straight in my head. First day here and I learnt the biggest lesson of my life that life is not a piece of cake. This is something I have always heard but had never found to be SO true. I had a decision to make and I made it. I decided to stay.

I am glad that I did not have to go through the entire process of arguing with my mom trying to convince her to let me stay because the very next day I miraculously found a PG which was much better than I could (or rather my mom could) ever hope for. All was set. Somehow a major argument was averted. I was happy because my mom was happy. Went to Laxmi Mandir, SiddhiVinayak, Shirdi and Shani Shrikhila and joined my training from Monday.

Little did I know that another lesson was in store for me. After waiting for 45 minutes in the grand and elegantly designed lobby of O&M, I finally got my ID card and was introduced to the team I would be interning with. 5 minutes of conversation with them and I realized exactly where I stood (which, trust me, wasn’t very comforting). The enormity of the situation hit me hard on my face, slapping my back into sense.
In short, those were quite troubling times. But I am glad it took a day or two to get use to it. After a week, even office was fun. Went around the town with my PG friends, met an old school friend and exchanged news (okay, its called gossip) about old classmates. Travelled by local trains (which I swear is an experience), stood on the road trying to get an auto for 45 minutes, waded through the rain water and shopped :D

I have finally started enjoying Mumbai :) I have started liking the very thing I hated about this place and that is the crowd in which u always seem to get lost. And the thing that makes me the happiest is that- I Fought My Fears….. :)

So far… so good… :)

Yeaaaay!! :D

2010-05-10T16:44:00.000+01:00

It could be the music, could be the weather, could be the upcoming vacations… but watever it is, the sense of joy is SO profound that I feel like shouting out from the roof top. No…. I am not in love. Or maybe I am :) Its life I feel. If it makes you feel down the dumps, gives you the high no vodka or rum can!

p.s – I suggest you immediately go and hear these songs-

- purani jeans

- Kabhi aisa lagta hai

- Jaane kya dhoondta hai yeh mera dil

- O Sanam

- Dooba dooba rehta hun :)

Its like.... LIFE :)

2010-05-04T19:41:00.006+01:00

There are just some days when you feel like you rule the world and then there are those days when you feel crushed under everything around you. There are moments you feel happy with what you have made out of your life so far, and then there are those days when you wonder if there is anything worthwhile that you have done with your existence here on this planet. There are days when you are hopeful about the future, and then there are also days when there seems to be no future at all. There will also be days when you wish you could go back and undo a lot of things and there are days you wish you could go back and do certain things. There are moments you feel you should take the plunge, do hell with your stupid self-made policies, and then there are moments when your self-esteem comes in the way. There are times you wish things would go the way you wanted them to go and then there have to be days when you are grateful you did not go the way you wanted them to go. There are definitely days when even 24 hours seem short and then there are days when a couple of hours feel like years. There are times when old memories make you smile and then there are times when they flood your eyes with tears. There are days when you meet new people and make new friends and then there are days when these people become so important that you neglect the old friends. There are times when the urge to grow and move forward is so strong that old promises are forgotten. Then there are also times when despite the new things you miss the familiarity of the old. There are phases where the right seem wrong and the wrong become right. And there are people you hated and now like. There are also people you liked but now hate and things you do that you had sworn you never will. There are expectations and benchmarks. There is determination and perseverance. There is this pulsating feeling of trying something new, there is the dread of failure lurking behind in the subconscious mind. There is a chance and then there is a lost chance. Then there is experience. There is also a mind that weaves unscrupulous webs of thoughts and there is also the heart that that tugs and pulls at the web and gives us a tough time. There are songs which put our feelings into words, and then there are our feelings which are so strong that they can’t be put into words. There are things we know we should say and there are those things which just can’t be said. There are things lost, there are things found. There are lessons learnt and there are lessons taught. Its like a continuous battlefield... its like a mind blowing journey full of adventure....its like you.... its like me....

Its like...LIFE.

Let go....

2010-02-24T16:28:00.008Z

There comes a time in everyone’s life when you look back upon certain incidents in the years gone past and loudly proclaim “Omg!!! I can’t believe I fell for that! “ or “Damn! I can’t believe I did that”. And thats when you suddenly realize that you have grown up. It’s like, life through the rear view mirror always brings an expression amalgamated with smiles and shocks, to our faces and of course, there is this realization of sorts which puts any-time-ready-to-think thinkers like me into an incessant cartwheel of totally totally random thoughts.

So many times, the standards you measure events, people or situations against, are themselves baseless. Presumptions can certainly lead to some very seriously wrong assumptions.

:) For all those of you still trying to figure out the reason I wrote the couple of lines above, well….of late as I have (kind of deliberately) forced myself to side away from the usual and finally plunge into the things I ought to have concentrated upon long back. I realized that all this while I had been trying to measure myself against standards that weren’t set by me in the first place and hence can never be correct. I believe that unless you try to make your life better, it won’t become better. So if there is something you don’t like, you have to make an attempt to change it. You have to let go. Easier said than done. I know… But atleast I can say I tried ;)

p.s Hats off to 3Idiots- another revolution brought about by hindi cinema and amir khan in particular. It was something a lot of people needed to see :)

For the child in you.....

2009-11-14T17:20:00.004Z

A day filled with laughter
A day filled with a joy
A day of carefree, thoughtless actions
A day worth a lifetime.

A day of silly antics
A day without a worry to heed
A day filled with “my favourites”
A day with zillions of dreams.

I ask for nothing
But a day to revive
All that’s gone past
Leaving memories galore.
Of times which were the “bestest”,
And which (as much as I try),
Can come back no more. …

- Abhu

Whenever any “big aunty-uncle” or “didi” or “bhayya” would say, “These are the best day of your life”, I would react like every other child of my age(without exception) by giving them you-gotta-be-kidding-me kinda looks. Schools, books, exams, horrible teachers, the dirty bus, getting up at 5 in the morning, tuition, homework etc etc were certainly not MY idea of life’s best days. But yet again, back then, I was “childish” enough not to think about the other facets of life, which were any day, more cumbersome than these lil things. Yes, the grass is certainly greener on the other side.
Today, standing on this side of the threshold, I would trade anything to go back to those carefree days, when you have someone taking care of you, pampering you, fulfilling your every demand, tolerating all your tantrums. When life was all about disliking everything about school, except friends, the games period, the alu-dum- dahi-vada and puchka outside the "forbidden" school gate, bus ride back home with Tj (where we would code name people and gossip and play antakshari and dum charads or simply look out of the window, in the bus). The dance classes and drawing classes were so much fun!! Going cycling in the evening, playing badminton, fighting with my brother over every little silly things, waiting to watch “Alladin” and “Baloo” and “the little mermaid” on Disney channel were an everyday routine. Tinkle, Nancy Drews , the famous Five and the Secret sevens fed the imagination with thoughts about a world unknown. Milk always went down the drain. Coke, pepsi, uncle chips, maggie were a treat!! Balloons, bubbles and soft toys were a must have. When whatever someone said, had to be true. There were no double meanings, no deeper understandings of things. Telling lies was a taboo. Secrets were meant to be kept. Exchanging friendship bands on friendship’s day certified friendship. The birthday parties, tearing open the wrapped gifts, counting days months before your birthday were an annual affair. When mumma saying "no" meant papa or chachu secretly saying "yes". The two ponytails with white ribbons to school, school picnics, dancing in the lead in the schools annual day celebrations, school choir, the weekly Rs.10 for the canteen, class photographs.....*Sigh* I could go on and on for ever…
From then to now, with each year that has passed by, which every moment Ive lived, I have drifted away from the comforts of that wonderful phase of my life. Today, I don’t feel bad if anyone tells me I am childish or I am not mature, coz that means I am still connected to that best part of my life. I don’t care how big (in numbers) my age becomes, but today I would like to wish myself and everyone who misses their childhood like me,

“Happy Children’s Day”
Cheers!! 

Updates.....

2009-11-06T06:17:00.004Z

Post started: 5th Nov,09
Post Published:6th Nov,09

I should REALLY feel guilty of actually dedicating a whole new blog post on “updates” on me coz that’s something I should be doing regularly on the blog , but *gulps* I have developed this whole new things where I let things just bounce off me. You know, like stay in a total zombie like state and actually not think too much (or even lil) bout wats going on. Its MUCH easier on the mind. Trust me! So, iam just gonna plow ahead with answering the “wassup??” question bout my life.

1.Firstly I am totally totally irritated coz I haven’t been able to watch a good hindi movie. Okay fine, let alone a good one, I haven’t even watched a stupid hindi movie for so long now!! Some movies on my list-to-be-seen:
a.Wake up Sid
b.Do knot disturb
c.Life partner
d.Blue (optional :P)
e.Alladin
f.Tum mile (releasing right between my end sem examz :X)
g.Ajab Prem Ki Ghazab Kahani (Ive been waiting for this movie since the tym I went to ooty and just missd seeing the shooting of this movie by a day near the Destiny Farmstay :( )

(Yeah… iam big bollywood fanatic :P)

2.My laptop is SO screwed up that I ve already got it formatted 4 times in a month and a half and will be going the 5th time today.

3.The internet connection is SO pathetic that half the time I am unaware whether I appear online or offline to my friends. Its actually ridiculous to wait for 5 minutes expecting a reply, follow it up with words like “U der??”, “Anybody home??”, “U alive or dead??” to get back similar phrases in response. Yesterday, while chatting with Dave, i actually asked him "Am i online??" :P

4.Iam reading a lot these days. Finished this AMAZING book “If You could see me now” by Cicelia Ahern. Damn touching and totally the “awww….” –types . And now I ve moved on to “Quantum Leap Thinking” by James Mapes. (Yeah, there is a quantum difference between the two books :P). Next on the list is “Twilight” and Chetan Bhagat’s new one -“Two States”.

5.Iam going through this totally I-wanna-do-something-in-life phase. Its basically a retrospective and analytical phase and Iam not complaining. Its actually fun to try and think of different possibilities. Its exciting! Ive been trying to attend SO many seminars and talks… it good.
6. Ive been totally hooked on to Sudoku these days.

7. Ive been making a whole list of things-to-do in my vacations. Yeah… okay… I do this before each vacation so this exactly isn’t something new :P Cant wait to get back home now.

8.And now... the best one. Me a V went totally crazy two days back (i.e on Wednesday). We made an impromptu plan to just hang out since we both had been quite busy and unable to meet each other. So basically, we took a walk down our fav path to greens (Greens is this really nice garden kinda place with a waterfall and all. Awesome place to just sit and talk especially when the weather is great). We went to “our” spot and must have sat there for almost 45 minutes talking about now-come-to-think-of-it nothing specific , just a lil bout this and a lil bout dat :P Then V (who is supremely hungry ALL the time) made me go to CCD with her (well… not dat I didn’t want to, but still :P)( I must mention that this CCD is in the EDU building which all houses the KMC library which also *ahem* implies that it’s the most conducive place to treat your eyes to loads of CGs :D) After eating-sitting-gossiping-giggling (and repeating this routine for more than an hour) we (finally!) decided to leave. But, the best was yet to come. I somehow spotted this Jealous 21 store right next to CCD (which I had surprisingly never bothered about before) and me and V decided to check it out (Basically I wanted to check it out and dragged V into it :P ) But keeping up with the already-unexpected flow of events, we pulled out almost every top off the shelf, tried it on and posed around in it and ended up buying two very very pretty tops :D Never been this impulsive while shopping!! *Amazed*

Well… I guess dats all that’s been going on, i.e apart from the usual lab examz, Byju cat classes, and some other cant-avoid-as-much-as-i-want things.

p.s The latest three songs on my playlist: Tera Hone Laga Hoon (APKGK)
Tum mile (Tum mile)
Iktara (Wake up Sid)

About Me

2009-09-23T18:35:00.001+01:00

For a very long time I had been searching for that perfect something I could use to define myself. The “About Me” column had always been a difficult one to write into. I knew what I felt, I knew what I wanted to tell but I was falling short of the right words to capture the essence of it all. Then, I happened to hear this song, and boy! It seemed to pretty much say just what I wanted to here. It quite aptly describes what I feel bout myself (at least at this point of time in my life) And so… finally…I have something to describe myself. Here is goes…
(if you have heard the song and know the lyrics well… then you know what I mean, and if u don’t know the lyrics… here it is… “About me” :) )

I used to think, I had the answers to everything
But now I know, life doesn't always go my way
Yeah
Feels like I'm caught in the middle
That's when I realize

I'm not a girl, not yet a woman
All I need is time, a moment that is mine
While I'm in between, I'm not a girl

There is no need to protect me
Its time that I
Learn to face up to this on my own
I've seen so much more than u know now
So don't tell me to shut my eyes

I'm not a girl, not yet a woman
All I need is time, a moment that is mine
While I'm in between, I'm not a girl

But if u look at me closely
You will see it my eyes
This girl will always find her way

I'm not a girl
I'm not a girl don't tell me what to believe
Not Yet a woman
I'm just tryin to find the woman in me, yeah
All I need is time, a moment that is mine
While I'm in between

I'm not a girl, not yet a woman
All I need is time, a moment that is mine
While I'm in between…….
By, Britney Spears.

p.s. Ive been trying to find the ringtone for this song but haven’t found it yet. If u can help me, plz do.

Happy In-Dependence Day...!!

2009-08-15T16:22:00.007+01:00

Today the tricolor proudly unfurls itself on rooftops, in front of offices, in hands of children, on cars, bikes….in our hearts. 364 days a year we are constantly on the move. Our hectic lifestyle leaves us with little time for thoughts about “Our country”. Except for occasional comments on the politicians, on the government and on the sorry state of events, we hardly ever think of “India”. But today is that one day, when every Indian, in every part of the world, proudly stands up as the National Anthem plays, has tears in his eyes as Lata Mangeshkar’s “Aye mere vatan ke logon” reaches their ears or the soulful melody of A.R Rahman’s Vande Matram strikes a chord in every heart. This is one day, when the India, in every part of the world, comes together for sure.

We have grown….grown as a country. Today we have the power to make our voice heard. Today, the whole world sits and takes note of the power we unleash. We stand together against atrocities, stand together for justice. We know we should vote, we know how to fight recession, we know “vegetarianism” is a good thing. We are “going green”. We are giving the world its first “car for the common man”. We have “Chandrayaan-ed” to the moon on our own and are now aiming for mars. Being "gay" is no longer a crime. We are doing and accepting it all!!

But somewhere, it is the coming today of all the “I”s that makes the “We”. Today, I wish I was one of the “I”s. I wish I had done something to make a difference to the world, even in a small way. I sometimes get this really big urge to go out and do something worthwhile. This feeling of being useless is certainly not a good one. The feeling of dependence on Independence Day is certainly ironical.

p.s. Happy Independance Day!! Cheers :)

BLACK n WHITE

2009-08-06T19:07:00.003+01:00

I have been often told (and I have often read) that colors can truly reflect your mood and to an extent, even your personality. It’s probably just clairvoyance that makes one believe in such things. But, as much as I try, I can’t refrain from observing this strange inking, this new fetish that I am developing, for anything to do with black and white.

Actually, this is not something that’s entirely out of the blue. I have been quite fond of blacks (especially as far as my wardrobe goes) and the difference between then and now seems to be the fact that, these days, I simply have to lay my hands on anything that’s black (and/or white). From my new pair of shoes, my bag, a huge part of my wardrobe to my blog template, black rules the roost!!

It’s not something I consciously do. Yet it happens all the time. You know, I sometimes feel it is because I have always tried to see life in shades of either black or white. If things are good, I am on a high. If things go wrong, my world shatters!! It’s like I live life in extremes. But, no more… not when I have been suddenly exposed to this huge palate where I can fill my life with as many colors as I want, coz at the end of the day, the painting on the canvas is gonna be mine. I have suddenly come to terms with such a massive plethora of options; changes that I am no longer scared to make. It like when a person is learning to swim. You try once, you go under the water, gagging, taking in a lot of it. Second time, you manage to surface a lot more and gradually, you just learn to stay afloat. The meaning of a lot of things have become clearer now, my priorities are finally set right again and so, it high time I emerged from the gloomy world of blacks and whites to something that better defines life.

p.s. I have been really trying hard to find a good template for my blog (okay, Dave has been trying equally hard). As soon as I (read: we) get a good one, the black shall be given a befitting farewell :)

p.p.s V sent this to me.Liked it. So thought of posting it here.

“No one can tear you down, unless you give them power over you to do so.

No one can hurt you*, unless you let them.

No one can deflate you, without your permission.

No one can tell your truth, without your okay.

No one can make you angry, unless you give them that ability.

No one can define you, without your authority.

And likewise, no one can inspire you, inflate you, teach you, encourage you or motivate you unless you bestow upon them that power.

Doesn’t it sting, a bit, knowing that all the pain and all the suffering you ever caused yourself was self-inflicted? Of course, you’re causing that sting, too. Maybe you had to experience the pain and suffering to get to where you are today.”

Happy Friendship's Day :) :)

2009-08-02T18:23:00.003+01:00

Its been a year since my last “friendship’s day” post (read: this) and well… frankly… I still stick by what I had to say then. Yet again, this one year has seen friends come and go and each time, without an exception, they have left a mark behind. As bookish, immature or filmy it may sound, I believe that everyone comes into your life for a reason; either to help you in some way or bring about a change in you (always for the better). We never really register their importance immediately, but once they leave we do gradually figure it out. And for those who don’t leave, well…they are your friends for life. There might be just a handful of them, but they are the ones who are always there.

All said and done, I really wish misunderstanding, confusions and other such things never existed, coz the extent to which they can complicate things is UNIMAGINABLE!! Sometimes, situations and choices in life get so entwined with one another that it becomes truly messy to try and sort things out. But if there is something I have learnt in the past, it is how important it is to clear this mess. I have tried to ignore such situations in the past and have tried to just move on, as if these people didn’t exist. But I guess, I’ts not as easy as I thought it would be. And it is certainly wasn’t the bestest of my decisions. I am perhaps admitting this to myself for the first time, but I guess it is high time I did. I have lost a few and now no more.

Happy Friendship's Day!!!

Snippets Of Thought

2009-07-28T17:20:00.003+01:00

A new semester…a whole new beginning… literally… this is how things have been. And I am not complaining! It somehow feels good. There is this new-found sense of optimism in everything I do. It s almost like there is nothing called “wrong”. It s almost like living each day as if it’s gonna be the last one! For a change, I am looking ahead, rather than looking back.

Today, I was just thinking it will be SO cool when I start earning! I had this random (totally silly) idea. I was imagining myself working, staying in a flat with flat mates, living this totally independent, self sufficient life! Another thing that I wanna do at some point in my life is learn all the different dance forms like salsa, meringue, hip-hop, tap etc. I just love dance! Somehow, Bangalore has always attracted me. Even Mumbai. I would someday, love to work in either of these two places!

My new semester has already started on quite an unusual note. My first weekend was well…very happening! The details of it are best not exactly discussed here :P ( But I just had to mention it here so that I can recall it whenever I read this post later :) )

P.s. I am listening to the song tinka tinka from the movie Karam. Love the lyrics of the song!

The Birthday “BASH”

2009-05-25T16:21:00.001+01:00

People who have led a hostel life must be very well au fait with what a birthday bash means. As innocent as it may seem to sound, a birthday bash is miles away from its generally perceived connotation. Coming eerily close to its literal sense, a birthday bash encompasses the most ingenious methods devised by the not-so-dumb college students (who camouflage it under -putting human intelligence to better use) to make the birthday the most memorable one for the birthday boy (in a horribly painful way). Now, please note that I have mentioned “birthday boy” and not girl coz we girls believe in a totally non-violent celebration of one’s first day on earth. As it is, the rest of the 364 days are enough without being brutally tortured on this one special day too. But what makes my heart sink is that these days even the girls seem to be exhibiting their mischievous (read: wicked) side a lot more often on such occasions. The screams and shrieks that echo at midnight make peace-loving people like me (*ahem* yes, u read it right) widen their eyes in horror and what follows is a half and hour one-sided debate on how pathetic and gruesome such things are, leaving a highly petrified roommate who decides to be on the safer side and keeps her opposing views on such ‘sensitive’ topics to herself, adding in the end “But, its college yaar! Abhi nahin toh kab?? (If not now then when??) ”.

p.s I had written this post some 3 and half months back, a couple of weeks after my birthday, but since I had been going through a total no-blogging phase back then, this one held its place on my desktop, until today, which is all thankz to Java and SUN Microsystems btw :P

Rains and me

2009-05-22T10:36:00.006+01:00

Yesterday, i was irritated!! My maths paper went terribly horrid. Nothing seemed to be going the way i wanted it to go. I was irritated with the computer science faculty, with examz, with the stupid auto-walas who never have change, with the pathetic food, with food-court (Iam SO not going there again this sem), with the conversation we were having, with the silly jokes, with the total male-freternity and in general, i was irritated with life. At night, I went to sleep, with the thoughts of the vast syllabus stretching out like a runway in front of me. I had made up my mind to get up early (i.e. as soon as my eyes opened) and get to work. But nature seemed to have other plans. In the morning, as I groggily asked my roomie the time (she was already up with her notes in her hand), my semi-conscious mind registered sound of thunder and rain pattering on the window. I sat up, looked outside the window, confirmed that I was not dreaming and went back to sleep with a smile. I woke up an hour later, yawing and stretching, I began to hum the song “It’s a new day….” :)
So, yes! Such a sea change from my mood in the evening. No wonder I LOVE rains! They leave me all dreamy and moody. They fill my being with a new sense of frredom, joy and hope. The sound of it, the smell before it rains, the view after it rains, the cool breeze…. They make my heart soar!! All I like to do is lie on my bed and hear the sound of water falling on the window panes.
Everything looks so pristine and clear and pure and magical! *Dreamy eyed* . Technically, Manipal seems to the most apt place for me (for actually more than one reasons) considering the fact that it literally pours here in the odd sem. Even though that gets a tad bit irritating at times because of the wet shoes and all… I love rains nonetheless:D
The view from the balcony on my floor, after it had rained, is priceless!!! Today, as I stood there taking in the view (and yes, forgetting all about the impending examz) I was reminded of that Nescafe ad in which the girl (in a red pullover) leans out of her window, with a cup of steaming coffee in her hand, enjoying the rain :D Hehehe! Such a bliss!! Those few hours in the balcony seemed to erase everything not-so-pleasant that happened this sem, or over my last two years here, and made me again fall in love with the place. I felt the same way as I had when I was on my way to Manipal, in a taxi, from Mangalore. The same excitement, the same enthusiasm to try out something new, and the same feeling of hope that every new adventure brings with it. I sat there, thinking about all those things on my wish-list when I came here, and tallied them with all that I had managed to do so far. Not bad I must say. In fact it has been a lot better than what I had imagined.
Now, I want to go back home even more desperately, and now I cant wait to start a another sem, afresh. Putting everything behind me. And yes, this time I mean everthing....

p.s this is the first time that I am kinda writing a concluding post to my sem here in Manipal, and I am actually ending it by looking forward to another new sem!! *disbelief* Well… things do change.

FLASH BACK

2009-05-20T05:10:00.003+01:00

When you have exams creating a lot of anxiety, the thought of going back home making every single minute of the day difficult to pass and other random thoughts *ahem* splitting your cerebrum into pieces, this is just what you need!!! A trip down the memory lane! Okay, technically this ought to create even more anxiety and you end up losing precious time during which you ought to have studied, me feels, “what the heck??!!”. Atleast it brought a smile to my face (A huge 100 megawatt one) and refreshed tons and tones of small-small incidents which make me realize why I miss those days too much. So, now, without beating around the bush, lemme get straight to the point. Today, I just happened to be reading my (own) blog (No, I am not exactly ‘jobless’ right now:P) and came across lots of posts which I had written during my “bjb” and “ptpl” days. (BJB college is the name of my junior college and ptpl is an acronym for my dear *smirk* tutorial, during my 11th and 12th std)
I SO miss those days. Me and Sn were like this giggling duo. We could laugh at anything and everything and could end up embarrassing anyone! All those crazy things we use to do (or things that just seemed to happen)…!!!
Elaborating on each would take me like HOURS and I do have to study (how ever much I detest doing that) so, iam putting down the links of all those posts (mine and sn’s) which I know I will love reading again and again anytime, anywhere ….

1. http://datshowiam.blogspot.com/2006/10/right-to-giggle.html

2.http://datshowiam.blogspot.com/2006/11/yawn.html

3. 4. http://datshowiam.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-sometimes-wonder-how-selfish-and.html

4. http://azureline.blogspot.com/search/label/abhu

:) :)

Tagged -2

2009-05-11T04:53:00.003+01:00

Aha! Iam finally back to full fledged blogging! I had been SO long out of the “Blogging circuit” and use to have so many pending-blogs-to-be-read, that I never had a time to do a tag. But Tj, this one’s for u.(After all… I want it to be all peaceful when I meet you soon ;) )

This is what I am supposed to be doing:Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.
So here I go!

25 Random things about me:

1. I like to show that it is not easy to know me, which you will know is true once you start knowing me.

2. My mood can swing from extremely hyper to totally totally mellowed down within a span of 30 minutes.

3. I love good food, great music, DANCE (Cant think of life without this one!) and books (which can be anything that catches my fancy).

4. My family and friends mean the world to me and nothing tops my priority list other than them. (and I mean NOTHING!)

5. Once I set my mind on doing something, I will do it no matter what it takes. I refuse to believe that there is anything I can’t do if I want to do.

6. I am deeply moved by kindness and caring, sensitive thoughts while the adventures and the mysteries of life, intrigue me.

7. I can be very philosophical at times.

8. I really value certain principles and hold some beliefs very close to my heart and would not change them for nuts!

9. I can be a huge introvert as far as my feelings go and do not open up to people easily. I even have a tendency of drawing back if I feel someone’s inching too close to my private space.

10. I love watching movies, going on long rides and writing.

11. I think I can think a lil too much sometimes :P

12. I can be very “childishly” demanding at times and my tantrums are not something everyone can handle.

13. I dislike people who are rude, insensitive, over confident and wannabe(s) and I do not hesitate to show my disliking.

14 My face can really reflect my feelings and this is something I am currently trying to change :P

15. I like traveling and have this wish of going backpacking someday, or going on this bike trip.

16. Though I am fond of loads of colors, pink forms an inevitable part of all my belongings.

17. I don’t need a big thing or huge a reason to smile. Even the smallest of things in life can bring a smile to my face.

18. I can be very stubborn at times (ask my mom!)

19. I go through these phases where I develop this fetish for things (which could be bags, shoes, soft-toys, books or just about anything). Sometimes back, it was Sun signs and Love signs that were on my hot list.

20. My fav actor(s)- Aamir Khan (All tym fav), Imran Khan and Ranbir (Lastest cuties on the block), Juhi Chawla (My first fav bollywood star. I was crazy bout her!)

21. My fav quote- A smile is a curve that can straighten any problem

22. My friends describe me as mad, utterly insane and crazy (btw, I thot all the three meant the same :P)

23. I can be a bit self absorbed at times but that should just be seen as a recoil mechanism :P

24. I have a passion for learning new things and there is always something new on my wish list.

25. There is a lots that I have discovered bout myself in the last 20 years and the process still continues……

Hey!This actually wasnt all that difficult :P Anyways... i tag Sukrit , Dabasish and Preeti!

Don't Quit

2009-05-10T18:16:00.003+01:00

A very close friend of mine, made me read this poem almost a year back and it happened to be just the thing i needed at that time (Law of attraction does work!) . I happened to remember it again today, so thot of putting it up here. Who knows, it might just help someone else this time :)

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

When the road you are trudging seems all up hill,

When the funds are low and the debts are high,

And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,

When care is pressing you down a bit,

Rest if you must, but dont you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns,

As everyone of us sometimes learns,

And many a failure turns about

When he might have won had he stuck it out;

Dont give up, though the pace seems slow -

You might succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than

It seems to a faint and faltering man,

Often the struggler has given up

When he might have captured the victor's cup.

And he learned too late, when the night slipped down,

How close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out -

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt-

And you never can tell how close you are,

It may be near when it seems afar;

So stick to the fight when you are hardest hit -

It's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit;

Happily Single

2009-05-09T08:45:00.004+01:00

It’s funny how a random conversation that you have with someone can trigger off a chain of thoughts in your head, ultimately leading to a whole new post on something you never thought you will EVER be thinking about. Frankly, this whole deliberation on which is better, Single-hood or being committed, has no answer to it. To each, their own. But, here is why I think I like being the way I am.

Okay. Firstly there is lot less tension in your head and your life is far less complicated (in general).
You don’t have to go through the trauma of being dumped or experience the sardonic pleasure of dumping someone (which, btw, according to me, is not right! You have no right to play with other’s emotions! How can u dump someone who loves you??? :O ) and hence carry the burden of a guilty conscience(I am telling you, its not right!) It’s best to learn from other’s mistakes and lead a peaceful life.
Your playlist has all kinds of songs and you don’t need to change them according to your status (status=going-to-be-committed or committed or break-up-phase or patch-up-phase).
You don’t develop a particularly strong feeling (liking or hatred) for any particular song cause it reminds you of a particular something or suits your situation perfectly. (and this point is of particular importance to me cause I am particularly fond of listening to music :P).
You don’t have nightmares each time your bf’s (or gf’s) birthday approaches, thinking about what to gift this time around. (And its much easier on the pocket as well :P) Oh! and I forgot about Valentine’s day and the different anniversaries that require similar preparations :P
No jealousy pangs, no volley of questions being fired at u if your phone happens to be engaged late at night (for perfectly innocent reasons).
No tears, no heart-burns and heart-breaks, a nice stress-free and peaceful life.
You have the total freedom to meet whomever you want to, go wherever you wanna go and basically lead a totally independent life.
You save a lot of expenditure as far as your phone bills are concerned, and the money saved can be used more productively in shopping, going out with friends or pampering yourself :P
You can ogle at all the cute guys as much as you want, without the guilt factor (and also without anyone shooting you nasty disapproving glances at you)

Your dreams are your own, you know how you can flip them into reality and you have nothing to impinge on the choices you make.

So yeah! No wonder I am single and happy and I am sure a lot of others are gonna agree with me and this post.

p.s. I am again getting addicted to the song “Beautiful Soul “by Jesse McCartney! Love the lyrics!

To Sn, Tj and Tn......

2009-04-18T14:50:00.005+01:00

Disclaimer: A very senti post ahead. Donot read unless you are tj, sn or tn or totally jobless!

“You realize the value of things only after losing them”.
This is almost like saying that the sun rises in the east. I can think of n number of situations when this one line has haunted me. This time as well, I thought about it a couple of days back, after reading this.
Yes, its true that I haven’t LOST as in LOST you guys, I know that you are always gonna be there for me, without fail, and all those things about distance not effecting our friendship is true and stuff….still…

I totally agree with Sn on this and I am very sorry for being SO caught up in my life that I wasn’t able to be the friend I should have been. I can very well identify with the feeling of wanting to have “people who know you” around you. Its just one of those times when you feel like just sitting with someone (maybe not even saying much) but knowing the other person will understand you. It’s about situations when you look at something, then look at each other and burst out laughing even though there wasn’t anything quite funny about the whole thing. All those times, when you just look at each other with a wicked smile and a teasing look in the eye which says it all (it actually says much more than words.). All those code names (remember Theta, epu, psi, gamma(OMG!!), monkey, the CG hunting, the mathematical group???) and all that nudging. I know I don’t need to give you explanations for what I have done( bcoz you understand it better than I myself do). I don’t have to think twice before telling you guys anything. It’s when those tears just fall off your eyes but you don’t feel embarrassed of them.

I do this with the new friends I have made here. It may not be that good or it might be even better. But it’s definitely not the same.
So listen…I DON’T care how busy you keep.I agree with Sn on this and even I want updates from you. NOW!!!

p.s. Thankz Sn. Loved your post.

Iam back!

2009-04-08T18:15:00.003+01:00

After some 7 serious drafts and 2 and a half months behind me since my last post, I am finally up with a new one. During this time, I have laughed whenever I enjoyed something, cried when I felt low, was nostalgic when I missed home and “friends”, worked whenever I could, studied during exams and basically filled up more pages in this chapter of my college life. Each time things happened I penned down my thoughts (have I mentioned I have started maintaining a diary, which I started more than a year and a half back :P ) or typed them on word (Thank Goodness we have MS Office!). But something held me back from posting them on my blog and it is something that has been troubling me. As ironical as it may sound, the only solution to this problem that I could think of was to start blogging again! So here iam…

“Life never leaves you empty. It always replaces everything you have lost. If it has asked you to put something down, it’s because it wants you to pick up something better.”

Philosophical, yet true! This is one saying that has kept me going a lot of times since I started my college life (my life of independence and self-dependence will be a better way to put it). Yet a lot of things that I have had to put down still remain very close to my heart and I wish I had not lost them. Be it certain friends, dance or a part of me. By the latter, I refer to the changes that have come in me. I am definitely very glad about most of them and they sure are for the better, but in the entire process I feel I have become an even bigger introvert as far as my feelings are concerned and a lot more cautious. It’s almost as if cocooned myself, in the fear of being hurt. (“Friends have the power of hurting you the most”) This makes me come across as “fake” (as certain people have put it) while others think I live a doubled faced life. *Sigh* I really dunno how to overcome this change. Is it good to be this cautious? Should I simply let people assume whatever they want? Maybe the ones who really wanna know me will break the “wall” and try and know better. What if that never happens? *Phew!* Such confusing and contradictory thoughts swarming through my head! No wonder I am going mad! A couple of days back my roomie was telling me in the morning that apparently at night I was giggling hysterically in my sleep for almost 10 minutes and when she woke me up I said I had gone to Disneyland or some such stupid crap :P God save me! Help! :)

Anyways, I have seen a lot of more of Karnataka this sem (I have seen a lot more of life this sem aswell!) I went to Gokarna with friends. (It was surreal. I could not fathom what had happened on the trip after I came back from it. I was almost in a trance :S and no I certainly don’t drink or dope etc !! There had been such extensive rounds of self-analysis!!*shakes her head*) I also went to Davangere, Kemmangundi and Hanumangundi. There are still millions of places I wanna go to. I really wanna go on a bike trip. I mean I know I cant ride the bike but I can always sit behind someone :P
My monthly expenditure has risen exponentially and my mom tries her best to hide he surprise and apprehensions each time I ask her to put money in my account. I do feel guilty, but I seriously cant help it:P
Anyways… I hope I will be more regular with my blog, now that I feel much better. And my apologies to all my blog readers whose blog I haven’t been visiting since quite some time.

p.s : A friend had sent me this sms almost a year back and I still have it saved in my inbox.
“2 teardrops were flowing down the river. 1 said to the other,”Iam the teardrop of the guy who loved and never expressed. Who r u?”
“Um the teardrop of the girl who was waiting for him.”

Change...

2009-01-11T13:08:00.001Z

Here Iam… with four and a half months behind me and another four and a half months stretching out in front. (four and a half months is the duration of a semester at my colg). Its as if I have started living my life in parts, each part four and a half months long. Its almost like living a new life in the new semester, which is somehow dependant on the life lived in the previous semester (hence the link). There are new hopes, new targets, new aspirations in the same old college, with the same friends and almost the same routine. I dunno why but I just feel the need to mark the beginning and end of each new semester. Its almost like book-marking some chapters of my life.

I’ve mentioned a trillion times how much I resent change. It takes me a while to get use to things. That’s my way of facing life. Hence if things go out of plan, I tend to become a tenny weeny bit uncomfortable and restless. Though I manage to recuperate almost immediately, the transition is tough. And this time, I really dunno what to expect in the following days to come, considering my sem has started at such an unexpected way. I mean, the beginning has been full of “changes”.

First, my flight keeps getting delayed. Then , I come to know I wont be leaving that day and get my tickets postponed. Next, I come to know that the bus I will be traveling in is a sleeper, not a seater (I know it doesn’t matter…still…:P). Then I realise I will now not be able to attend the first day of classes coz my bus will reach late. Duuno if there is anything more to come.

Huh! So much for a planned beginning. I don’t even feel like blogging these days. Now isn’t that a huge change in itself ???

New header for my blog.....

2008-12-22T13:21:00.008Z

I seriously think its time i changed my blog template a bit. And since i needed something to keep me occupied during my hols, I have tried to design a header for my blog. Please suggest which one shud i use.

(the templates have been arranged here in the order that i made them in starting from the first one made)

This one is too kiddish i think though ive tried to express different moods here.

This one is too lovy-dovy i think :P (might put it up somewhere near valentine's day :P)

Hmm... dunno bout this one. Will put it near holi i guess :P

Wat bout this?

Or this???

Um still trying to design another one. wen um done with it, i'll put up dat too.

Art...

2008-12-16T14:38:00.004Z

Yeah... iam feeling very creative these days. I agree iam totally out of practise. Your criticisms (constructive if u please...) are most welcome.

i painted this one for my bro. It was given as a school project. I am yet to find gud enuf justification to giving such ridiculous assignments.

Photoshop-1

2008-12-13T06:58:00.006Z

Yeah yeah.... i dont deny the fact that I am not moody. In fact people who have known me for a decent period of time are pretty aware of my mood swings. But really, I swear these days my mood swings (uh! okay... tantrums) have reduced significantly. My posts stand privy to this fact as it has been really really *stresses on the word with all her heart* long since I ve used the word "mood swing" and "me" together :P
And like I have tried to justify numerous times before, I still stress on how constructive these mood swings and "weird phases " (Ah! there.... it feels so heavenly to use these words after so long) are. Its because of these sudden natural emotional outbursts and behavioral patterns and characteristic traits, which are not so characteristic and habitual these days, that I have managed to create some really innovative and inspirational pieces of art (or so i like to believe :P). Though many would like to disagree to the above statement, so righteously made by a die-hard believer of spontaneous expression and genuine emotions emoted during phases of intense creative outburst, I still stand stubbornly next to this very phenomenon that has made me a proud creator of some fine handiwork.

Today, a hapless victim of yet another similar phase, my latest passion seems to be Adobe Photoshop. Though I had a miniature tryst with this software in my last semester at college, I have fully absorbed the significance and method of use of this unique creation of the human brain, in these last few days. Here’s presenting two of my creations during my first-ever proper rendezvous with this application.

(who said writing rubbish was difficult??? :P :P)

11 to 1

2008-11-21T03:51:00.006Z

11:00 pm (room)[ have just come back after spending the whole (almost whole) day at the library (aka ISH)]

I can’t sleep. No way! *nods her head* It’s too early. I have loads of do. According to my plan this chapter has to be finished today. Actually I am pretty feeling happy and quite satisfied with my work. So far I have managed to stick to my schedule. Well, that may also be because I do not make unrealistic schedules (or plans) in the first place. *smug look* Just this one chapter and I am off to bed.

11:15 pm

Still feeling restless. I know I have to study. No other way out o it. Exam starts day after tomorrow. Get up and rearrange my desk. Take out the notes. Just then roomie remembers something that she had to tell me. Talk to her for 5-10 mins. Just then another friend comes into the room. Realizing I wont be able to study in my room any longer (and hence wont be able to sleep sooner) I pick up my notes, a rough copy, a pencil, my mp3 player, my cell, wear my slippers and go out hoping to study in the balcony (silently praying that its pleasant and windy there and also peaceful).

11:30 pm

Walk into the balcony. See another girl sitting on “my” chair (my=chair that I like sitting on). Sit on the other empty chair. (The compromising self that I am). Plug the ear phones to my ears. Comfortably put my leg up on the railing and open the page to be studied. “my” chair gets emptied. Almost jump and grab it before anyone else can. Make myself comfortable again and actually, finally start studying.

11:35pm

I realize that I have been the reading the same lines over and over again. Give myself a shake and get back to get some actual effective studying done. Study 4-5 pages, actually understanding every word. Feel happy with myself. Count the number of pages left to be read. Heart sinks as the count gets incremented by 1 with each page that I turn. 13 pages left. Involuntarily thoughts drift into how poor “13” is considered to be unlucky. Feel a wave of sympathy towards it. Just then a couple of junies pass by. A series of “hi ma’am” follows. I smile. It felt good to be a senior.

12:10 am

*panic* OMG! It’s past midnight! I am jolted back to reality. Again start studying. An utterly nasal voise breaks my concentration. There was this junie complaining and cribbing to her dad because her branch got upgraded. *roll my eyes* Talk about being satisfied!!

12:45 am

Almost done with the chapter! Gleefully look around. The corridor is almost deserted. Just then a friend comes up. Sit and chat with her for 5-10 minutes. Then I start reading the chapter again, while she talks to her boyfriend on the phone. Just then, another junie, comes to the balcony and starts talking to her boyfriend aswell. That chick was extremely annoying. Shoot angry and annoyed looks at her each time she raises her voice beyond human tolerance level.

1:05 am

Finally finish the chapter. Sit just staring out towards the road. Can’t help but feel philosophical. Make up my mind to blog and then immediately give up the idea recalling the recent few events where I took out my lappy, starting working on word to put up a post and then gave up. Decide not to waste time. Listen to what was going on around me. (No. this is not called eavesdropping. Not when the volume of the conversation is high enough for anybody within a km to hear :P ). Feel amazed at how different people look at the same things. For example, the area I call balcony was called connector by my friend and corridor by the other girl. While one of them spoke so nicely and softly with her boyfriend, the other used all possible swear-words on him, simultaneously demanding imported chocolates and the 4^th season of “how I met your mother”

1:20am

I collect my notes, pick up my pencil, unplug the earphones from my ear, slip my cell into the pocket of my nite-suite, wear my slippers and humming the song "kuch kam" from dostana (luv the music of the movieand the movie), come back to the room, smiling :)

p.s. examz from tomorrow...!!!!! :O :O !!!!

WEIRD

2008-11-12T04:22:00.005Z

Iam at this weird new turn in my life (and I say that not because my horoscope for today says “you are at the edge of MAGIC” :P . It’ s really funny how sometimes what is written in my horoscope kinda puts my feelings into words.) Everything seems so distant yet so near. One second I am exhilarated , and in the next, I am slumped in a corner trying to get away from myself. Like always, I have millions (no actually trillions) of weird thoughts running through my now-partly-non-functional brain. I am so dazed that when I go to collect food from the hostel delivery guy, and meet an old dance-group mate at the gate, I take her to be someone else and blabber something utterly incoherent until she gives me a weird look, shakes me and asks me if I am all alright. I am not going to waste much space writing about the hours spent per day on sleeping (which actually goes above 10) because it seems to be a regular feature during the months of Nov, Dec and Jan (partly in Jan, i.e till my bday )

Jeez!! I will no longer be in my teens in two months *horrified. Mortified. Stunned into silenced by shock and disbelief* Can you believe it?? I don’t. I can’t!! I don’t feel like one. Actually I really dunno how one should feel once they cross their teens. Should they feel all big and mature, ready to take care of any damn situation in their life?? And feel all nice and content at all that they have got and done so far?? (the obvious things obviously pre assumed ;) ) But what if you enter into it without feeling any of the above?? I think I can take care of myself. I have already done that for 20 freaking years of my life. (no actually I’ll change that to 2 freaking years of my life. Coz my mom use to take care of me when I was at home.) But I dunno bout the rest of it. There is a lot more I should have done in the past 20 years. (iam not gonna mention it here, coz well… ahem…I have learnt that my blog is accessible to a lot more people than I can actually imagine :P ) Anyways…guess time cant be stopped and in any case, my roomie (who is already 20) told me it feels just the same even when you enter the new league of 20 something, So I guess it will be fine. I will just have to wait and watch till then.

Yeah, if you have been wondering whats with this weird new turn in my life that I mentioned right in the beginning, I really cant answer that one guys. Like I said its weird. I can feel it. I can sense its presence and know that its fast approaching, but what exactly it is, will be revealed only when it reaches me. No, I am not drunk. (I don’t drink). I guess I ve just been sleeping too much.

p.s. Can anyone please please define satisfaction for me?? I would seriously like to know when exactly one feels satisfied. (coz I truly think all of us have become SO damn greedy that we are never really satisfied with anything.)

p.p.s I just finished reading Bridget Jones’s Diary. It left me feeling even more weird. (now u know why my post is titled weird, don't you?? )

The COORG TRIP (an organiser's point of view ;) )

2008-10-04T11:26:00.001+01:00

PHEW!! Today, after almost a month and a half, I have finally taken out time to do nothing! If I was asked to sum up the past one a half months, I would probably not know from where to start and what all to say, because there was SO much happening, that I barely got time to sit and ponder over it (and that’s saying something). But yes, the most significant thing that happened during this time is that I have finally been able to tick off something from my list of to-do’s, which can also be called my dream or my ardent wish.

As a school girl, I had these vivid imaginations where I would see myself in this nice college, doing a lot of “important” “official” work like organizing stuff, or working for an organization. I would inevitable imagine myself running around, getting things done. I had no idea which college I would land up in or how my dreams would metamorphosis into reality. But that’s why I say law of attraction works.

My dreams kind of turned into reality! Yes! I got a chance to be one of the organizers for the REDX trip to Coorg, for the first years. The amount I have learnt during the course of this trip, is seriously not a joke. For those of you unaware of what exactly the job of an organizer is, let me clear your doubts. As far as my understanding of this post goes, an organizer (there are four of them) is responsible for almost everything that happens or is going to happen on the trip. Though whatever they do does require a nod of the head from the executive committee people, still, right from planning the trip to the execution of it, it’s the organizers who are grinded in the mill. Given below are some pre-requisites that an organizer must possess:

(in no particular order)

Patience (abundance of it): without this the organizer is sure to go bald with the n number of “ready to tear ur hair out” situations that arise.
Self-control- A must for all those people who don’t wanna go sore shouting at all the other people who should be working but are not, and don’t wanna land up with a sever headache at the end of the day, after shouting ,abusing and swearing along with their fellow organizers (and sometimes at their fellow organizers) :P
Sense of humor- this is your lifeline. To let the steam off your head, go in for some witty one-liners (which might just turn into pjs if u r not careful) or better still, make music your best companion.
Stamina- Yes! A couple of packets of glucose ought to become a part of your daily diet. (unless of course you are use to such a stressful and tiring routine (read- doing bhangra :P))
Quick thinking- Ah! This one is needed to dodge your teachers and their suspicious stares when you sit in the last bench, sms-ing your fellow organizers and discussing important stuff like “setting up of info desks, putting up posters, getting the man-com to work” and the likes. And I am not exaggerating when I say that we would be so engrossed in doing all this that by the time we finally looked up from the screen of the cell, the class would be almost over.
Insomnia- If you are already an insomniac, it is going to be a cake-walk for you. If you are not one, well… then dude… tough times ahead! Stealing 4-5 hours of sleep per day is an achievement!
self-confidence- This is needed when you have people come and take out their anger on you, for no rhyme or reason, and you have no other option but to give them a patient hearing, calm them down and pacify them. In such a situation, you have to be sure of your actions and know that you are not wrong.

I dunno if I possessed any of the above mentioned “qualities”, but I do know that I have matured quite a bit in the past few weeks. My understanding of a lot of things has increased significantly. I have had to deal with SO many different kinds of people that now iam pretty confident of facing any situation that may arise. On a more serious note, this trip has been a totally enriching experience for me. I have discovered lots of things about myself which I probably wouldn’t have otherwise. There are so many responsibilities of an organizer. Before the trip and during it, it’s like you are representing the club before everyone else. You are totally responsible for your actions and your words.

The event is like your own baby. You see is grow before you. And finally, when you see the event being concluded successfully, and have people praising you for your efforts, it feels divine. All the hard feelings, anger and frustration simply melts. All the effort seems worth it.

I dunno when next such an opportunity is gonna come to me again, but I sure am already looking forward to it J Life is weird… u never know when and what its gonna haul at u next. Yes, I use the word haul coz for me, nothing seems to slowly and steadily come in… it’s always….with a boom and a bang!

The Manipal Our Parents Dreamt Of ! !

2008-08-28T12:25:00.002+01:00

Yes people! I have some very bad news for the all the future “wannabe”-MITians. (where MIT stands for Manipal Institute Of Technology :P ). This place, under the influence of our esteem director, has metamorphosed from the ultimately cool and chilled out Manipal, to something thats well… not so cool and chilled out. The badnaam galli is no longer so badnaam. The freshies have to pay Rs. 50 as fine, for each class that they bunk. (yes, I know you r shocked. So were we. Not tto he forget the plight of the freshies!! ). The anti-ragging sqaud is functioning quite effectively. The various clubs and dance groups (and all the seniors in general) are forbidden from having any kind of interaction with the freshies. The freshies with whom one manages to interact, try and act so ultra-cool and wanna-be smart, that you end up following the director’s orders. (a freshie who had come into my room to take some last year books, sits on my bed, happily narrates an incident when she shouted “fuck you” in the presence of our chief warden (unintentionally), asks me the city I come from and then has the gall to say “oh! So you are one of those smart chicks from a small city eh??? * with proper hand movement and facial expressions et al* :I )

The latest and the funniest thing to be started on campus is the anti-couples squad. As the name suggests, this particular group of people move in jeeps after 10:30 pm and their main aim is to part couples and groups consisting of both boys and girls. So folks, don’t blame me if iam not able to post something on “manipal couples” from now on. ( if u don’t know what iam talking about, read this.)

This is not it. Each day, something new keeps cropping up. Now, even the hostel timings have to be strictly adhered to. If the present trend continues, Manipal will no longer remain every student’s dream. *sob sob*. In fact, it’s soon transforming into the manipal our parents dreamt of :(

“The girl who got stuck in the lift”

2008-08-23T05:50:00.003+01:00

My 3^rd sem here, has suddenly become SO eventful, that I simply cant believe that a few weeks back (i.e a few days after I returned to manipal) I was all set to pack my bags, and run (or rather fly :P) back home. Agreed that the initial couple of days in each semester are quite slow and it takes time to get into the mould of things, but I really did not know that things would transform so soon. It is not possible to elaborate on everything but I have to tell you guys about the latest episode in my life.

I got stuck in the lift in my hostel !!!

Yes people! I finally got stuck in my hostel lift *100 Mwatt smile :D*. Before you start giving me is-she-crazy-or-what kinda looks, lemme clarify the reason of my delight. The two lifts in my hostel have always been popular for getting stuck and we have, very often, heard girls scream and bang the lift door, calling for help. Each time, I saw something like this happen to someone, after the initial feeling of sympathy washed over my being, I would inevitably find myself wondering how it felt like, to be in a situation like this. And Boy! Law of attraction does work! Yesterday, when I was least expecting it, the lift gave a sudden jerk and stopped a lil above the 4^th floor. I was all alone in the lift. After a few nanoseconds of panicking, a finally realized that my dream had come true! It was time to see how I handled such a situation :D

I got to work. I tried all the buttons on the life panel. None seemed to function. Next I banged on the lift door. Since the lift had been elevated just a foot above the 4^th floor, I was hoping someone passing by would hear me. After 5 minutes, I finally decided to pry open the inner door and I succeeded. I could see outside, through a small crack between the outer sliding doors. I continued banging and soon a couple of freshies, who realized what had happened, stood outside.

Freshie 1- Please don’t panic.

Me- No! No! I am not panicking. Just go and tell the matron about it.

(They try to open the outside door, but in vain.)

Freshie 2- (to freshie 1)- Is she alone??

Me- (overhearing the convo) Yes iam alone. Now will u please go and call the matron?

I dunno if one of them went to call the matron, but soon they started their chitter-chatter again. Now, I was getting a little restless coz I had to study for my COA exam the next day, and I had wasted enough time already.

Me- (in a bored and slightly irritated way): listen. Will you please go and tell the matron bout the lift?

Freshie 3 (who had just joined the group and was being enlightened with the reason for such a commotion)(in a very very sweet and sympathetic, almost childish way) - Please don’t cry, we are all here.

Me: (I cudnt control laughing:P) : No dear, iam not crying. Its fine. Just get the lift started.

I assumed that the few seconds of silence that followed my response, had something o do with freshies finding it to be quite unexpected ;) But what the hell??? Was i supposed to cry in there or what?? :O

After another another 5-7 minutes of boredom (yes, being stuck in the lift alone, can be very boring :I), during which I tried to inspect the gear-kinda things that were attached on the inner side of the outer door, the lift finally started working and I got down on the 5^th floor. I came down to thank all the freshies who had provided me with a decent amount of entertainment while I was stuck in the lift, and I became popular as the “girl who got stuck in the lift” :P, with all of them asking each other- “oh! She got stuck?”, “Was it her??” and the likes. On the whole, it was a different experience: D

p.s. my mom definitely disagrees with me on this one. She was positively freaked out when I narrated the incident to her, which had less to do with the fact that I got stuck, and more to do with my enjoying the experience.;) But the only thing she’s glad of, is the fact that I have been er.... kind of avoiding using the lift the whole day today and have hence been, exercising my leg muscles quite a bit :P

A Trip To heaven....

2008-08-15T04:51:00.006+01:00

Looking out of the window has never been more beautiful and enrapturing… Trust me! I may sound like a total dreamer (which I am, in a certain way) but the only way I can define Kerela is by saying- “Heavens all here!”
This trip to Kerela had been organized by RedX, the socio-adventure club of Manipal and for a nature-lover like me, this was a total not-to-be-missed opportunity. More so, because this time I went for the trip not as an outsider, but as a part of the RedX family.
We left Manipal on the 9th at around 11:30. After thoroughly enjoying ourselves in the bus, singing (in voices, sure to give any “bathroom singer” contestant, a complex :P) for almost 2 and a half hours, our vocal cords finally got a bit of respite when we had to stop at the check post on the Karnataka- Kerela state border. We were stuck there for almost 2 hours (due to some document problem, as I was told about, later on.). But no issues, because standing there on the highway, in no man’s land, in the dead of the night, was a totally ultimate experience. Due to the rain, it had become a lil chilly or may be I was shivering because of the strange amalgamation of feelings of excitement, anticipation and apprehension that had taken control of my being, in such an atypical situation.
Finally, at around quarter to 4, we received the much awaited green signal to proceed towards our destination. The next couple of hours were followed by deep slumber, to recharge our batteries for what lay ahead.
The advantage of sitting beside the window on such trips is that, the first sight that greets one’s eyes when one is woken up by a sudden jolt of the bus, is a misty window and beyond that, an array of rapidly passing, freshly bathed, green trees (and I mean totally GREEN trees), after which one does not curse the roads for spoiling one’s beauty sleep. After I had enough time to satiate my eyes with such a treat, we finally pulled over at a small place, on the way, to freshen up.
For the next leg of the journey, I sat in the last row of the bus, with my friends. We had a photograph session (yes, I lurv taking snaps :D ) and another round of India’s most favorite any-occasion-any-location game - Antakshari. After a quick breakfast at a "Mallu" hotel (where chutney was served in a big steel bucket, the kind used for bathing :P), our next stoppage was at Paithalmala.
I had the time of my life there. Mentioning how stunning the view was, will be stating the obvious and repeating a very clichéd line. As the four jeeps, overflowing with the previous occupants of the bus, climbed the hills further, all we could do was hold our breaths at the sight that greeted our eyes. Once on top, we got an astounding view of a miniature waterfall. Though I was initially quite reluctant to get my shoes and jeans wet in the icy cold waters (which I swear, had nothing to do with the leeches that were supposed to be present there *involuntarily shivers*) , the adventurous streak in me finally took over and I braved the fall (and the leeches :p).
We decided to walk back to the foot of the mountain instead of taking the jeep. I really wished I could have stood there longer and taken in the view, but as we were already running behind schedule, we all had to hurry up. On the way back, I also went leech hunting. (I couldn’t help it! I really wanted to see a real one, having heard SO much about them. Good or bad? Well, lets leave that out of the discussion :P). And yes! I finally did see a leech. Not on the way, under some rock, but on a friend’s hand, in the bus !! (see… I told u. The law of attraction never fails to work :D ). Traveling down the mountain, hanging on the bars behind the jeep, was an experience Iam gonna take long to forget :D
Our next stop was St Angelo’s Fort. On the way, I and my MP3 player gave each other company. You know, it’s really surprising how slow, romantic numbers sound so wonderful in such situations! ;) The multitude of random thoughts that keep romping about, all over one’s cerebrum, just adds to the feel.
Set by the sea, St’ Angelo’s Fort looked beautiful. Rains have this weird kind of magic. They can make everything look so serene and pure; even a century old fort that had mosses and algae growing all over it (and loos which had locks that looked as if they had been last used when the king was alive and nobody has bothered to open them ever since :P)
Since by then, the Rain-God had turned quite hostile towards us, we could stop for just half n hour at the next and also the last place on our itinerary- Payambalam Beach Garden (sheesh! The names of these places are tough!).
At 12:15, we finally reached home-sweet-home (I mean Manipal:P ), all wet and shivering.
After such an awesome time, the repercussions (read- sore throat and mild fever) seem very insignificant. Instead, such exhilarating display of nature’s bounty, leave one vying for more .

Happy friendship's day :)

2008-08-04T16:58:00.006+01:00

Dated: 3rd August,2008

There are as many definitions to the word -“friendship”, as there are people in this world. Every one of us, have our own list of things we want in a friend; we have our own choices and preferences; our own lists of dos-and-don’ts in friendship and our unique ways of dealing with it. But the thing to be noted is, all of us have at least 1 friend in the whole wide world. Friendship is probably the first relationship that one consciously gets into, and it’s also the only relationship that can undergo the maximum amount of transformation with each passing day.

I have seen friends remain friends forever, friends become lovers, friends become lovers and then again good friends, friends become lovers and then the most bitter enemies, friends become “incompatible” after a year of friendship due to some technical fault ( read incompatibility between their wavelength of thoughts), friends become acquaintances due to the intrusion of another “fraaand” (generally of the opposite sex :P), friends become competitors (and then obviously no longer remain friends) and I have also seen friendship metamorphoses into hate.

But, the most important thing is that a friend always touches your heart the way no one else can, even if it is for a very brief period. Its funny, but this is the only “relationship” I’am scared of getting into, because when a friend breaks your heart, its hurts….. it hurts a lot. Probably that is why I have so many acquaintances but very, very few “friends” coz not all can break the barrier and get close to your heart : )

So, here it is, to all my friends, who have been with me whenever I have needed them, and also to those who had once been my "friends",and will always be a chapter of my life, no matter what.

Happy Friendship’s Day!!!

The "pink" tale.

2008-07-25T11:15:00.003+01:00

This has to be THE most obnoxious comment I’ve heard in my entire life! It is so utterly wrong to type cast people because of their actions on one particular day. And yes, this time also, it was the poor blog owner who is the victim of such ruthless behavior.

Without confusing you people further, let me divulge the details.

It so happened that on this one fine day, when the sun was playing peek-a-boo behind the dark threatening clouds (yep, here this phenomenon happens very regularly), Abhu set out with two of her friends Sun, and V (the new entrant into Abhu’s Mad-dome) to shop for some essential commodities and then basically just hang out. Luck and all the kindness in the world seemed to have turned their back towards Abhu that day. Those of you unaware of V’s antics aught to be enlightened with the fact that she can be THE most irritating person on earth (Iam SO gonna be dead today). The fact that she and Abhu are as opposite as the poles, seemed to add more ‘masala’ to what was gonna follow. So basically, it so happened that Abhu was wearing a ‘pink’ (and white) T-shirt that day. V was in one of her ‘those’ moods and was hell-bent on irritating Abhu to the core. Hence, her new-found- keen sense of observation soon observed the fact that Abhu was also carrying a ‘pink’ umbrella, and her key chain was made of ‘pink’ colored hearts. Trust me, it was all pure coincidence. But, no! What further added fuel to the fire, was that Abhu’s bed sheet also happened to be in ‘pink’ and so was her new soft toy. That it! V needed no further nudging. Within seconds Abhu was nicknamed “Pinku” for apparently very stupid reasons. No body seemed to notice the other colors that formed a part of her as well. The blues, the yellows, the blacks, the peaches, the greens , the violets all seemed to fade into oblivion. And this can be very infuriating! Trust me! Not to forget, completely inhuman. *sob sob* .

It just not about being called “pinku”. I still cant understand why ‘pink’ is considered to be such a “kiddish” color; why this biased opinion as far as the color ‘pink’ is concerned. The general perception is that only lil girls can have things in pink. I genuinely think pink looks good on everyone and suits everything, irrespective of one’s gender and age. Yep! U read me right. I think pink, when worn in the right way, looks good on guys too. I’ am sure, there is gonna be difference of opinion on this one, but I still stand by my dear “pink”. ‘Pinku’ or no ‘pinku.’

p.s. Do you know why people have this weird tendency of ignoring friends when they are with their bf or gf??? Are they like ashamed of their partner or something? Does waving a hi! make them devoid of a few nano-seconds of being with one another??? :S

Fly'n Higher n Higher

2008-07-20T14:48:00.001+01:00

DATED: 19th July, 2008

Iam in the air! Nope, Iam not kidding. Iam on my way back to college and this is perhaps the best thing to do on the flight. Yeah, vacations are over. It will sound very clichéd if I say that I did not realize how time flew. But, trust me, each moment just…just melted away before I could properly grasp what was happening. It all seemed so surreal. I was right there, seeing everything happen, totally involved in whatever I was doing, yet now I feel so disconnected from everything. It’s as if I was watching a movie and now I have come out of the picture hall, still feeling every emotion portrayed on the screen, yet not being a part of it at all. I really wish my mom had not broken down at the airport. She tried her best to put up a brave front, but I can’t blame her for the few tears that refused to stay put in her eyes. I know she misses me more than I miss her, but I wish I knew how to express the concern I feel for her. Sometimes I feel so handicapped in such emotional situations. I feel utterly incapable of emotionally helping out people. I become SO tongue tied. I rarely know what to say, or to put it better, I don’t know how to express my self in such situations. *shrugs her shoulders*
I was again carrying 19 kgs of excess baggage. Cant help it now, can i?? All I had was one suitcase and a handbag as my check in luggage. The flight people should allow at least 35 kgs for students, right? In any case I managed to speak to those people and convinced them to charge me for just 3 kgs of excess baggage :D Sometimes, having a cute, innocent face (and smile) can do wonders. Hehehe! *devilish laugh* But this has taught me not to take ANYBODY on face value. :P (p.s. iam planning to start coaching classes for people incompetent in such forms of art, in addition to my Love-agency, and have agreed to offering these services at subsidized rates for my Blog Readers AND commenters. So better grab the chance fast :P)
Its always difficult for me to tear myself away from one comfortable situation and put myself into another. Hence, it has always been difficult leaving home. But no sooner did my flight take the run before take-off did the familiar sensation of freedom coupled with a determination to fly high (not literally :P) filled my being. Again I have a smile playing on my lips and iam actually looking forward the” mysteries” that are “waiting to be unfolded” :D
Over a cup of cappuccino (I have become a massive coffee addict of late), Iam actually enjoying looking out of the window (yes, I always insist on taking the window seat). Everything seems so puny. (okay, I know that is like ‘duh!”) and I just love the wisps of clouds that pass through the plane as the plane gains height. This is perhaps the first time it has rained while I am flying. It’s beautiful!

p.s. I have loads more to tell but I intend to keep my posts short from now on , coz some *ahem* people (read lazy bums) refuse to read and comment on my post, if it gets too long :P

Thoughts of a "disiilusioned" mind.

2008-07-15T06:51:00.005+01:00

(Note: After you read the first paragraph, please stop and think whether you want to read further or not. If you happen to read even one line into the next para, I sincerely request you to go till the very end of this post and bear with me even if the reading becomes a tad bit boring in the middle.)

Many a times in life, one is faced with situations, which completely shake the very foundation on which one’s believes stand. It makes them lose complete faith in the entire system which runs it. I can feel myself being faced with a similar situation and this time it is the Indian Education System which has disillusioned me.

This declaration of mine might be received with a lot of disappointed sighs and nodding of heads from all those Blog Readers who had expected me to be disillusioned by something more worthy of disillusionment. I mean, The Indian education system is like this very old topic which is debated on, each year, around the month of april-may, when the admission fever is on an all time high and dies down as august approaches, taking down with it probably millions of aspirations, hard-earned money and a lot of criticism. Each year, these kind of topics get a lot of media attention and hype (creating hype is something that media has become extremely good at.), which include interviews of principals, and ministers, parents and students.

The principals of colleges are bound by the rules laid by the government (in case of govt colleges) or the trustees (in case of the private ones). The government (and the trustees) are hypnotized and kept in control by the ministers and other ‘influential’ people who, in turn, dance to the tune of money and status. The parents are bound by love for their children and a hope to help them in every possible way, so that they can kick start their carrier well, and of course, it is also slightly influenced by their neighbor’s or friend’s child’s performance :P The ones left are the students who are also now divided into three categories, from the previously defined two categories (thankz to the hon’ble minster Mr. Arjun Singh), and those three categories are- the ones who work their asses out and manage to get admission into a respectable college; the ones who may or may not have slogged but still get admission into respectable colleges because they (or rather their parents) have the moolah to shell out, and the third category is the now-even-more-popular-than-Shahrukh khan-category - the OBCs, who can get admission without working hard or shelling out a penny (if they want to) because the number of seats now reserved for them, must be leaving little scope for too many of them to be left disappointed.

Okay, for a moment, let us just forget the Quota crap and all the pre-admission turmoil. After one manages to get admission into a decent college, the question that arises is, how decent is the level of education going to be and how much future security lies in it? Today, I was going through some resumes for my uncle, who had asked me to sort out the candidates on the basis of their qualification into two groups- MBA and Engineering grads. Initially I did not give much thought to it. But when I started going through the resumes, I was really zapped reading the names of the colleges and universities. 80% institutes fell in the category of those of which I had never in my life heard of. I actually began to question the authenticity of the large number of so-called engineering institutes that have been mushrooming all over the place and an ever increasing number of students going in for such options. Do even half those people want to do engineering in the first place? Or have they been compelled by the employer’s preference towards engineering and MBA grads? And to tell you the truth, i was told point blank on my face that only those candidates who have passed out from "decent" colleges will be considered for the job. In such a case what about the other so-called engineering and MBA grads?

Its actually not funny how commercialized and expensive education has become. Get into this field and u get the Midas’ touch. Recently a friend of mine, who did not perform well academically, was trying the management quota way, to get into a college here. Before he and his parents entered the admission in charge’s room to discuss matters of give and take, they were scanned for hidden cameras and their cell phones were kept outside. Believe me; I was really shocked and slightly amused at how low the value of education had fallen. Had the lessons taught in the classrooms been something out of the world, then I would have understood all this hysteria. But, the tragedy here is that, the lessons taught in the colleges are also so vague and insufficient, that in most cases students take out side help (read tuitions, which is another booming industry) to pass even the university papers. The amount spent on tutoring the child before appearing for common entrance tests, needs a whole new post to be dedicated to it, in order to do justice to it. People who have got into jobs will very well be privy to the fact that classroom teaching is no where close to the actual practical work. When I think of the time I had gone through, before I finally got admission into my college, I still get the creeps. I still shudder at how crazy it all had been.

The Indian Education System has been SO badly raped, that it is gonna take ages to set it right. But there has to be a beginning somewhere. If our respectable Prime Minister would concentrate even an iota of what he is doing on the Nuclear Deal, on cleansing the educational system on India, then the Indians would definitely be a happier lot. As for me, I will get back to college next week, get up at 8 and attend classes( only physically), sit in the last bench and play hollywood-bolly-wood, or the name game; or better still, think about some cute guy, while the teacher rambles about some utterly unintelligible stuff and as of now, I can only shudder at how bad things are, rethink my reason for becoming an engineering student and for not getting into journalism (as I initially wanted to) and keep posting bout it hoping that at least 2 out of every 10 readers would have the patience to “read” me out.

Random musings..

2008-07-13T14:23:00.002+01:00

Dated: 12 th july, 2008

This is the 6 th time I have opened up a new word document today, hoping to add a new dimension to the “two sides of the same coin” Each time I attempted to type down my thoughts, I just sat there staring blanking at the screen. This has happened lot of times before and I have realized that this situation arises each time I am myself unsure of my feelings. U know, writing always helps me think more clearly. There was a time in probably 5^th or 6^th std, when I clearly remember throwing a huge tantrum because I did not want to write an essay given at school! I hated writing. I would never be happy with what I wrote. But gradually, writing became a kind of emotional gateway for me. Although, even now, half the stuff I write, must be utter crap, still, I have started enjoying it. There have also been instances, when I had been feeling quite low and ended up writing a post, after which I felt much better and whatever I had written sounded SO ridiculous to me, that I ended up not putting it up on my blog. (I am really doubtful about the future of this post as well)

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It may sound silly, but over the years I have developed certain theories I really believe in. There is probably no logic behind them and some of them are really really stupid. (i.e. if u vow to postmortem each one of them and view them under an electron microscope). But still, they will probably remain as memories even though I might laugh at them a few years from now.

I have this wind chime in my room. (I LUV the sound of wind chimes) which had been gifted to me by one of my closest friends. Each time the wind chime chimes, I (like to) feel that someone is remembering me (:P) (okay… u are not allowed to laugh at my theories :I )
I believe that whenever one is genuinely sad (and I mean genuinely) then even nature weeps with them. (yes, it has always rains in such situations. Even in the month of march, even in a place called manipal, even when it is NOT supposed to rain at that time :P)
When you really really want to meet someone you don’t and when u don’t wanna then you do. (you can call this Murphy’s law or law of attraction. Wateva!)
Everything in this world runs a full circle before coming to an end. Yeah, this is one of the theories that I believe in very strongly. I have always noticed that something that is gonna end for ever, has to end from where it started.
I believe, each person that we meet, comes into our life to teach us something, to help us in some way. We may not immediately register the importance of the person in our life, because as the say, one realizes the value of things only after losing them, but still, they end up having a profound impact on us. Very few are lucky enough to realize the value while they still have the thing (read person).
Wait for your time and chance. It will come :)

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Dated : 13^th july, 2008

Isn’t it important to face every situation that comes your way?? Its so much easier to “ignore” everything and run away. Arn’t we allowed to run away from just a few things?? (*please please please*). *sigh*

Twist in the tale.....

2008-07-10T08:58:00.005+01:00

When there are too many people and just one TV in the common room (which obviously cant have more than one :P), and one DOESNOT want to watch one of those Ekta kapoor Saas-bahu dramas, but is forced to, then it comes as a huge relief when one realizes that these serials are no longer popular and people have actually cultivated some much-needed sense and have stopped believing in such ridiculous representation of life. (with due respects to lover of such serials). But, when such a thing happens, it is because something of a similar variety, but of a larger magnitude and intensity has managed to capture their attention, which believe me, is worse.

So, this time, the channels which have managed to get TRPs much higher than the other normal channels are…. The news channels. Yes my dear friends, the ardent viewers of Ekta Kapoor serials are now shifting their interests towards news channels which are now-a-days providing more drama and entertainment than any other serial could ever manage. As an icing on the cake, here, the characters, incidents and emotions are real. Voila! The news channels have hit gold! Who wouldn’t want to leave the those fake projections of life and emotions in exchange for something that is more well… more realistic?? At least here they will not hear their favorite characters coming on reality shows and claiming how badly their on-screen persona has effected their off-screen life!

Take the Aarushi murder case as an example. This is probably the biggest example I can give you. This incident, from being something so terribly moving and nerve-wrecking for the family, was transformed into a complete murder mystery, which any Sydney Sheldon or John Grisham lover would be proud of. From children (who surprising were equally fond of Ekta aunty’s serials) to the old, all that people discussed on the dining table was “ the latest update on the case”. What is horrendous is the fact that this story was so well molded by the media, that it managed to keep the viewers rapt. Throughout the course of the entire investigation, no one really cared about how ruthlessly the family’s reputation and their sentiments were murdered.

Neither do I have any special attachment towards this family to be rooting for them, nor do I have anything against the media. But it really annoys me to see such demonstration of selfishness. Yes, I would call it selfishness. Informing the masses about what is going on around is fine, it’s a necessity and that is where news channels come in. But going overboard with “analysis” and trying to act all detective, is a little too much. Then again, not all news channel are such. They know exactly where to limit themselves, which is exactly how it should be. It really disgusts me when I see all this happening, because I really think media is the most important medium of communication we have and to see it misuse and disuse its rights appalls me to a great extent. I agree they show what people want to see but still, the integrity and righteousness of such a powerful media, should not be disgraced, so much so that they end up inspiring Ekta Kapoor (of all people!!! *rolls her eyes*) who decides to base one of her plots on this case.

(p.s. 1.also read this

2.iam sure Ekta Kapoor is gonna sue me for defamation :P Sn... help!! :P)

Hmm... i guess i have a lot to say!

2008-07-05T17:16:00.003+01:00

I am totally bowled over!!! (And dats saying something!!!!) I finally saw Jaane tu… after waiting for it since the time I first saw its promos. Dude!!! You have to watch it. If not for anything, just for your college days, for your friends, for your dreams, for those silent wishes you have in your heart but are unable to express, for Jai (Imran), for that look on Aditi’s face when she her closest friend with someone else. Man!! I felt as bad as she was feeling. I know how one feels in such a situation. Trust me. I almost had tears in my eyes AND the only movie I have cried before in, is when I saw If only and Taare zameen par.

Even now, I have a smile on my face. Iam sure the jaane tu hangover will take days to go and the “Imran hangover” will take longer. *dreamy eyed*. I dunno how other people will respond to the movie, but the movie will be special to me for many reasons, one of them being the people I saw the movie with:)

p.s. I loved the song “kabhi kabhi aditi” and “kahin toh hogi woh”. A R Rehaman is a genius!

My holidays are soon gonna come to an end. I met up with my friends today, for prolly one of the last few times. But that doesnot matter, does it? We had an amazing time and that’s what is most important. I dunno why but I have kind of mixed feelings about going back to college. I really dunno whats gonna happen there. (well, no one knows that). I don’t know if I can go through another 4 and a half months of alternation between hope and despair (but that’s what life is, isn’t it??). I really wish there was nothn called “expectation” in this world. The effect that this 11 lettered word has on our life is seriously not a joke. I would have elaborated more on this, but I don’t feel like it, due to er… some reasons. Sorry.

Why do grown ups have the habit of pulling cheeks when they see you after a long time??? Even the child is no-longer a “child” but a 19 year old?? Cant they understand the simple fact that I simply dislike ANYONE touching my cheeks??? *annoyed and disgusted look* and I swear, next time iam NOT gonna give a nice lil polite goody-goody smile. I am gonna show how I feel about it, and people who know me, know how bad that can be!

Oh! And guess what? I met D today!!! After so long! No… chill… D is certainly no long lost buddy of mine. If you don’t remember who D is, check this out - . Btw, I feel very sorry for her. Now that she is in an all girls college, she cant possibly try one of her those antics again :P

Hostel & weight loss...... naaah!

2008-06-29T13:59:00.000+01:00

As a child, I had heard from practically EVERYONE (I wud have used a larger font size but this is the max size that will look decent on this post :P) that hostel life is synonymous with oodles and oodles of weight loss. I had been conditioned to think that one is meant to starve and live in such atrocious living conditions in a hostel, that one inevitable ends up losing a lot of weight. Hence, when my turn came, I was fully prepared for the worse and was kinda happy that I will be finally doing something I long wanted to, without much effort. *sly grin*. Infact, one of the prime reasons I was adamant to experience the life of a hostler was that, I would get a chance to test myself and see if I am actually up to all that I think I am. You know, many times people have these preconceived notions about what they can do and stuff and how they will handle themselves in a particular situation ?? Well, it wont be wrong to say that I wanted to test myself, and see whether I was at par with the standards I had set for myself, or had been living in a fantasy world all through. (okay, I know I sound too capricorn-ish :P )

*giggles* you know, I actually use to imagine myself coming back from college, and surprising people with my all-new avatar and all that.

BUT!!! No sooner did I land in a land called MANIPAL, all such dreams were shattered into million pieces. I was forced to rethink my definition of “a hostel life”. Life there was SO chilled out, and the food was SO amazing that soon I realized nothing was gonna be the way I though it would be :D

So basically, this was just meant to tell all my blog readers, please, do not think staying in a hostel makes you loose weight, and next time u see a hostel-returned student, who has not managed to lose weight please do not subject him/her to torturous comments like “Now atleast you should have lost weight!! What are you doing there???” and the likes. Similarly, if you see a hostler who has managed to shed a few pounds, then kindly do not shrug it off with clichéd lines like “it had to happens, now that he/she stays in a hostel ”, rather, kindly acknowledge the fact that the poor student has had to go through tremendous mental torture, and it has taken a considerable amount of self-control on the part of the student to ignore all those yum brownies and sundaes and pastas in order to lose those few kilos and hence, the poor victim of such ruthless torture should be endowed with generous praises, rather than those snide remarks.

(p.s. kindly pardon me for giving this post such a ridiculous title. But trust me, my creativity is on a holiday. i could think on nothn better than this :P)

KIDS??? U GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!

2008-06-20T13:55:00.000+01:00

Yep! I am now cent percent convinced that the dictionary meaning of KIDS has to be
rechecked, rethought of and put down again. Weren’t kids supposed to those puny, cute lil creations of God, who were supposed to be the epitome of innocence, as fresh as the early morning dew drops??? (okay, I had actually used these lines for a creative writing competition some 5 years back :P ) But, the point to be noted is, I had written these lines 5 years back. Now, the scenario has changed so substantially, yet so gradually, that unless, currently jobless people like me, sit down and ponder over this stuff, such facts of great importance (towards the ego and self esteem of those no-longer-under-the-category-of-children, like me) are completely lost into oblivion!

Now, before I write anything more on this topic, lemme tell all you blog readers, that I have 4 lil (lil???) cousins at home and a younger brother. So, whatever I say here is based on careful analysis and observation over the past few years (i.e. since I developed this weird new hobby and time pass called “thinking”:P)

See, I have absolutely nothing against these kiddos, and I don’t know if I am letting my oh-so-famous-capricornian-conservatism come in the way of how I perceive things. But whatever it is, over the past few years, I have received several “shocks” from them and their friends, to make me a stanch believer of the fact that “ I was never like this when I was this small “ :P

For example, the so-called “kids” today, know more about soaps and serials than most people of my age, and the accuracy with which they predict what may happen next is actually amazing. They talk bout the characters as if they are nothing more than their classmates, with whom they spend their entire day! I don’t remember seeing anything other than Disney channel and probably a few music channels, at their age :P Infact, thankz to my hostel life, I have become SO bollywood-handicapped, that my limited knowledge on the movies to be released , and the current bollywood gossip, makes me feel lost in front of them :P

Also, I never really vied for a jacket like the one worn by SRK in Krazzy4, or for a bikini like the one worn by Bipasha in dhoom 2, at the age of 5!

I guess I wouldn’t have been able to perform the “ek chutki sindoor” dialogue from OSO with as much aplomb as these “kids” do. They will surely give Deepika a run for her money!

These “kids” not only know how to distinguish between a Honda city, a Honda CXV and an Innova , but are also fully capable of driving the driver mad if their favorite FM station has not been tuned into.

They are not only crystal clear about what they want, but also know hundred and one ways of making them happen. Tell them no for something and then u will see! Poor lil innocent sisters like me are always tricked into playing UNO, snakes and ladders or ludo and end up losing in the end, cause unless they win, the game HAS to continue. And if you r a very soft hearted person and tend to believe whatever they say (as it use to be with me initially), then its their lucky day. They will surely take you for a nice ride! I have learnt long ago, not to be fooled by their wannabe-innocent faces (though the hard way). Huh! *disgusted look*.

Another lesson that THEY have taught me is that never try and teach them anything. There are very high chances of you urself forgetting all that you had learnt. Either this, or they will argue and disagree with you till the point you get SO terribly saturated that you are ready to tear off your hair and agree to take tuitions from them the next day (on how to irritate people:P)

Today only, I was caught in between a crossfire going on between my two lil cousins (6 yr olds) who sat on the breakfast table with me and were having a discussion bout barista and ccd (yep! u heard me right).

And this particular incident took the cake! It had been just a few days since I had returned from college, and was sitting on my laptop, orkutting, when my 6 year old cousin comes up to me and sweetly asks me “Abhu didi, apke kitne boyfriends hain???”

Believe me! I almost fell off my chair!

Iam not telling that all kids these days, are like this. (I sure hope I don’t sound like a granny giving gyaan), but its just that these lil ones never fail to amaze me! Sure, the exposure these days is much more from the time when I was probably 5-6 years old, but its really amazing and actually fun to spend time with these lil ones. All I do is smile and keep listening to them. And the bestest part is that, whatever they say, they say it so cutely and with such innocence, that although there is nothing innocent about what they have to say, you still end up smiling.

LIVING-DEAD

2008-05-04T19:33:00.002+01:00

A thousand wishes,

A million aspirations,

This stupid heart nets

hundreds of dreams every second.

A longing for what is not there,

A craving to set right

the lil things amiss;

a desire to complete

the “Perfect” Picture of life

is all that he wished.

He saw himself up there.

There was a satisfied smile on his face;

A smug expression which said ,” Did u see that?

All my hard work has paid off.

It has all been worth the risk”.

But no sooner did he look back

At the road he had chosen to take,

Than his heart filled with remorse

As he saw all that lay dead.

How could he have done this?

How did he stoop so low?

When did he become so selfish,

He really did not know.

With each step that he took

Towards the topmost rung

Of that “bloody” ladder,

He murdered every little sensitive

emotion that he had in him.

He tortured all those sweet lil fantasies

That threatened to retard his progress.

The child in him was lost forever,

his innocence was packed in a box

and stacked away.

All that was left

In those ruthless, self-centered eyes

Was HATRED……

Hatred for everything to do with life….

Hatred towards everyone

Who wanted to live life…

Watching the sun set along the horizon,

Feeling the cool breeze whip across the face,

Smelling the air just after it rained…..

Enjoying such sensitivities of life

Became nothing but a “time waste”

Now, standing on top,

He looked around,

yearning to share his happiness

with someone.

But all that greeted his forlorn eyes

Was barrenness, profound.

Nothing even remotely sensitivity

agreed to thrive in such an atrocious environment

nothing with even an iota of

happiness could gulp in

such poison.

It was too late to turn back now….

Too late to undo what had been

done and said.

He knelt and wept….

Wept his heart out,

But remained a loner,

LIVING – DEAD

A lil note from the blog owner- Life is too short. Don’t get so engrossed and obsessed to achieve material happiness, that u fail to enjoy the finer things in life. LIVE life, LOVE life, however good or bad it may be, because it is YOURS. Vying for things, cribbing bout stuff will make you lose on what you have today and today is never gonna come back. And keep smiling coz a smile is a curve that can straighten any problem :)

RANDOM.....

2008-05-01T18:06:00.000+01:00

Examz on top of the head. But no serious, effective studying done so far.
Have to submit a report, but as usual I have left everything for the last moment (okay, mom… iam SO gonna listen to u from next tym :P) and hence have incomplete data and no patience left to compile it. (I hate giving in stuff which I don’t find satisfactory :S )
Have a throbbing headache which “might” be because I have eaten nothing the whole day (except 4 Parle-G biscuits).
No scope for dinner now, because I have LOT of work to do which I HAVE to finish with utmost perfection.
Lack of sleep. ( I hate it when we have to submit 3 assignments in one day + the zombie movie we saw till 4 last night freaked me enough to lose any sleep that I might have caught later on)
My internet connection has ditched me. Most of my data is on my Gmail inbox and hence I cant start work (which is why iam writing this post)
Okay… um feeling better now.

@suk- plz donot suggest having vodka to me :I

TAGGED!!!

2008-04-22T08:25:00.000+01:00

Hey! First of all, I owe a huge apology to Azeem, for not responding to his tag much before. Okay, um guilty but as its better late than never, so here I go :D

Eight things I am passionate about: (In no particular order):

Dance
Winning
Reading
Exploring nature
Taking up any kind of new challenge and trying to prove myself in it.
Music
Being with my family and friends through thick and thin. I love them way too much to leave them midway in any sorta crises.
Writing. (yes, my gateway to relaxation:P)

Eight things I want to do before I die (In no particular order):

Try out all the adventure sports like scuba diving, white water rafting, bungee jumping, parasailing, sky diving and loads of others and feel the adrenaline rush.
Learn different forms of dancing like salsa, jive (I’ve learnt a bit of this one already), jive, rock n roll, mambo, hip hop and others.
Learn to cook. Yeah, I wanna cook a meal before a die :P
Travel to Maldives. I think it is a beautiful place.
Earn…. Yeah, I wanna earn on my own, before I die!
Travel all over the country on a bike. (but for this I will need to learn to drive on my own or have someone to drive it for me :P)
Go on a cruise
Meet all my school and college friends and meet everyone I have met sometime or the other in my life, once again before dying J

Eight things I say often:

Shuddup!
LOL
duffer
oh puhleezzzz! :P
get lost!
Yeah right!
Wateva!
Buzz orf (hehee!)

Eight books I’ve read recently:

I would like to slightly modify this and mention 8 books I read, which I liked.

The Harry da Puttar series (harry potter :P)
One night @ call center
Five point someone
Love story
The Nancy Drew series (:P I lurved reading this series and I can proudly claim that there is not a single “nancy drew” book which is available in any bookstore or library in my city, which I have not yet read :D)
Famous Five
Linda Goodman (love signs and sun signs)
All the Sydney Sheldons that I have read.

p.s. nancy drew and the famous five form an inseparable part of my growing up, hence i had to mention them here. I use to love all the adventure and fun involved in it.

Eight songs I could listen to, over and over:

1. Hardest thing (98 degrees)

2. Last goodbye (Atomic Kitten)

3. Hosh walon ko khabar kya (Jagjit Singh)

4. Hero (Enrique)

5. Jab koi baat bigad jaye

6. Om Shanti Om (the rishi kapoor one)

7. Dil hai chota sa , choti si asha

8. Beautiful Soul.

p.s. there are a million other songs that can find a place in this list.

Eight things that attract me to my best friends:

The understanding we share. Sometimes, words are not needed to convey feelings.
Caring
fun loving and enjoy doing the craziest of things.
the fact that we can crack the silliest of jokes and still manage to laugh our ass out at it
Have been there for each other always and don’t chicken out when the other needs help.
We fight but then there is this mutual pact that things automatically become fine :P
my secret is always safe with them.
They except me as I’am and like me for what iam

p.s. *sob sob* i miss them ya.... and all the good times we had.

Eight people I think should do this tag—

Who ever wants to do it, is most welcome to. Just lemme know about it though :P

Being on the stage :)

2008-04-08T19:41:00.000+01:00

The lights, the deafening sound of the crowd cheering, the adrenaline rush……

Dude!!! Nothing can be as exhilarating as being on the stage, in front of hundreds of people, feeling as if you own the world (even if you literally don’t :P). I know loads of people who suffer from stage fright might erupt into huge rounds of protest on reading this, but trust me, I cannot explain how invigorating it is for me, when I am up on the stage, ready to rock! My passion for dance just seems to be increasing humongously which each passing day, with each passing second. A panacea for all my weird mood swings, music is perhaps the sole companion who has been with me through thick and thin. It helps me out whenever I am sad, upset, happy, frustrated, excited, nervous or just plain bored.

The "manipalites"

2008-04-05T12:04:00.000+01:00

Today, I was just pondering over (Okay… I agree that I like observing things very keenly and think too much :P) the new and different elements (read “people” ) that I’ve come in contact with, in Manipal. I just felt like posting something bout them. So here I go! :D

My physics teacher( fondly called “correcta”)- No prizes for guessing why we call him “correcta”. Each time he says a sentence and end it with “correcta???”, the entire class answers in a chorus- “correcta!!!” :D Also, another prominent quality of this great personality is that he rarely loses his cool. I mean, the amount of rubbish we do in his class is unimaginable. But each time the noise gets intolerable, he turns around, looks at us as if he is gonna lose his cool, big time, but then suddenly changes his mind, turns towards the blackboard and starts teaching again.
My second physics teacher- (yes, we have two of them to tolerate) She scurries into the classroom (I hope u can imagine a rat, can u? *hopeful look*) with her laptop in her hand, takes 10 mins to adjust her saree (and keeps doing this throughout the class) and to pin the mike onto it. Also, she keeps throwing in praises for our class, once in every 15 mins of her lecture, because she knows that befriending us and being in our good books is the best way to keep us in limits and allow her to teach peacefully:P She then goes to the next class and bitches about us. *nods her head in disgust*. Today, while calling out the attendance, she called a guy “Rachit” as “Rachita” (do all people in south India, have a fetish for the letter “a”, coz they seem to love to attach it after every word ? :P) and when the whole class sniggered and giggled (yes, the giggling was done by the girls), she spent the next 25 minutes trying to convince us, that in Sanskrit even “Ram” is written as “Rama”. So much for hating to be wrong! :P
The famous (or rather infamous) workshop teacher- he luurrves to tell tales about his grandfather, who seems to find place in everything we do in the workshop, from our behavior in there, to our workshop models. According to this “gentleman” (he, btw, uses this word very often), everything we do, right from breathing to sweating it out in the workshop, is somehow connected to engineering.
My Maths teacher- Dude! He should seriously try modeling for one of the south Indian versions of Baywatch (if there exists one). The poses that he marofies in class and the classy expressions that he gives, the way he talks and the way he carries himself... *shakes her head in amazement*.
My SOM teacher- Now that she has finally got use to “entering into the zoo” and teaching its inmates (:P these are her words, btw) (I wonder what she considers herself to be then??? *looks thoughfully*), she has now actually started making sarcastic remarks on us, whenever she can. ( see, we do have positive influence on people you know ;)) And, I must not forget that its because of her that 14 martyrs of our class, happily sacrificed 3 days of classes. (:P) Ma’am, we would like to request you to be a teeny-weeny bit more considerate about you 'lil' students and not drag the civil HOD and the honorable director of the college, into meager issues like throwing of 200 + paper balls in class.
The English-translator of the movies screened at movie dome- (movie dome is one of the two sad movie halls that we have in manipal, where movies are screened through projectors.) Sir, iam sure that iam not as competent in English as you are, but still, I cannot digest the fact that the English translation of “yeh toh Ram- Laxman ki jodi hai” is “both of them were like “Humpty- Dumpty” (: I)
The local-bus conductors- The way they say “uduppi…uduppi…uduppi…” and “mandipal…mandipal…mandipal….” Is kinda funnily cute :D
The manipal couples- They don’t even need an occasion to get started! Be it in front of 13^th^th block, “badnaam gali” (yes, there is such a place in our college) or in front of NLH (our air-conditioned classrooms :D). Hehee! For all of the people who linger outside the 13 block (that’s the most famous girls hostel block in MIT) at night, for innocent reasons (:P), it can become quite “embracing” at times. (:P)
This one “filmy” couple (who deserves a special m ention here)- okay, I have been a witness to a number of sad partings that take place outside my block each night, but this one takes the cake. This couple stood hand in hand, facing each other. Then, I think it was time to part (or so it seemed to be) cause they started moving backwards (blog readers, kindly use your imagination and knowledge of bollywood movies to perfectly picturize this scene :P), their arms out stretched till the point that their fingertips could also no longer meet. Then, both of them dramatically turn back, their backs facing each other, and start walking in opposite directions. On the approximate count of three, they again turn to face each other, run towards one another with their arms outstretched, and hug. Lol! Guys, believe me, this is not a made-up story! :P
Our block matron- whenever you are dressed for a party (specially on Saturdays ;)) and innocently try to sneak out of the block after signing, she keeps staring suspiciously, over her spectacles, and asks in her high-pitched voice- “kidhar jane ka hai? Sign karne ke baad bahar nahin jane ka. Pata hai na?” hehee! Sorry akka (kannad for sister), kya Karein, control hi nahin hota :P. she is very upset over the fact that I have an official perm till 12 (of which I make most use of) and don’t have to sign the late register :D *devilish grin*
I dunno how i forgot to mention this before, but thanks to all my teachers "circuits" have now become "sir- cutes" for me :P

There are new additions to this list practically everyday, and Iam sure that by the end of 4 years, I will have loads of new people who will make a place for themselves in this esteem list :D

p.s. 1)- the above post is not meant to harm the sentiments of any teacher or couple (:P), or “akka” or the “translator” and should be taken in good humor.

2)- i just got a scrap on orkut which says " hi how r u friendship". can someone please help me to decipher the message it wants to convey??? (:P)

Silent Revealations....

2008-03-26T08:15:00.001Z

NOTE- The lines below donot refer to anyone in particular and are just an outcome of me being unable to sleep till 4 last night.

Iam sorry things had to be like this,

my heart breaks to see you this way,

but trust me, I had no other option,

there was nothing I could say.

I knew my words would fail

(to convince you)

and (as always) I would be left

feeling guilty for something I havent done.

Iam tired of questioning myself

since the time this “mess” begun.

I dunno what went wrong,

(something definitely did)

how things fell apart so soon.

A reason does pop up in my head,

and I pray and hope it’s not true.

Because if it is, then we’ll have to part ways,

as I see no middle ground,

Both of us are equally stubborn,

And think we are not wrong.

You lied to me,

(don’t you know how much I hate liars??)

But I believed everything you said.

You kept me in the dark,

In spite of calling me your “friend”??

How often have we snapped at each other these days,

Barely exchanging a word otherwise?

How often did we have to struggle

to maintain our cool?

I dunno what is happening………..

But it’s killing me to

lose a friend like YOU.

HOPE

2008-03-13T20:14:00.000Z

An honest thought,

A heartfelt desire,

An insatiable longing for something,

(at times against the common norms)

And the heart sinks with realization…..

The magnum opus dreams fall as fast as they had risen.

Reality strikes hard.

Thousands of doubts flood the brain

Leaving no scope for anything to flourish .

The tug of war between fact and fiction,

Right and wrong, wanting and getting,

Takes a heavy toll.

All the warnings and forebodings,

predictions and snide remarks

elbow their way to the forefront

canopying even the slightest possibility

of going ahead and metamorphosing one’s dream

into reality.

Just as this rendezvous with the feelings

threatens never to end,

a surreal warmth fills the body

pushing all the negative emotions

into oblivion.

It caresses the soul

and teaches it to dream again.

It acts like the guiding light,

the voice of the angel

rekindling the flame of optimism

that had been mercilessly extinguished.

It doesnot make any promises,

It does not guarantee anything for sure,

All it ensures is peace of mind.

It calls itself ‘HOPE’.

WORKSHOP TORTURE

2008-03-10T12:24:00.000Z

Yes…. I take back my words. Just few weeks into this sem , one of my friends had asked me bout how I was finding the physics cycle to be, as compared to the chemistry cycle. (for all of you guys unaware of how things work at my college, lemme tell you that our first year is divided into two cycles, physics and chemistry. Half of the first years study the subjects related to one cycle for one sem and the other half study the subjects of the other cycle. In the second sem, the subjects, and the cycle as a whole (:P) gets swapped )

So, my answer to this guy’s question was ‘' oh! Its awesome. Much better than the chemistry cycle (which I had to endure in my first sem.) the subjects are easier, plus workshop and EG (engineering graphics) are kind of interesting. Atleast one doesnot fall asleep in practically every class! ’'

Today, this same question was again put forth by the same guy, who stood right behind me in the workshop class and saw me practically struggle to file and saw that one small piece of metal. (Phew! It was torturous!) He kept pulling my leg all through the class . This time, i answered with just a sheepish grin. All my enthusiasm has finally worn off and cutting and chopping wood or metal till 2 in the afternoon no longer seem to be my cup of tea.

Though I managed to get through the first class of filing (which involves cutting and shaping metal) with just a few cuts, I had a very close shave with the saw today. Oh! and yes, this guy whose roll number comes just after me, deserves a small mention here, coz he is the always the first one to leave class and takes half the time that others take to complete a model.(he has helped me out a couple of times too.) I was really stumped by his energy and eagerness to finish the work, ASAP, so that he could go and meet his girlfriend. :P *shakes her head in amazement*

The few positive things (yes… iam gonna be a die-hard optimistic from now on :I) that has come out of these workshop classes is that, I get amazing sleep after I come back (:P), the yucksie mess food tastes heavenly, those three hours in the workshop is the only time when I ‘feel’ like an engineer and last but definitely not the least, my respect for carpenters and workers of all categories has seen a quantum leap. I SO admire their strength!

p.s- The pic put above is not mine(:I) and i would like to thank my classmate for it.

CYBER AURA

2008-03-05T14:15:00.000Z

Last night, as me and Sun sat munching on something that was supposed to be our dinner and Shi tried her best to study (which ofcourse, she miserably failed to do) we generally started discussing bout ‘destiny’ and how we meet people in our life who later get connected to it in some way and how all of us met each other when things were actually supposed to be quite different. As I have already mentioned in my post- ‘college..’, I first met Shi through ‘Orkut’ (Need i say anything bout this site??) Had we not decided to become roomies then, then most probably Shi would have been sharing a room with Sun now. Soon our conversation drifted towards what our initial impression bout each other was.

Shi- ‘u remember when I asked you if you wanted to share a room with me? You were like, “yeah! Sure” Had we not spoken back then, I would have been sharing room space with Sun or probably with some complete stranger!’

Me- ‘ Yeah…. I swear! But u know… initially, i thought you that you had oodles of attitude. I mean, after seeing your scraps and stuff . You are quite a different person in reality. A much better one. ’

Shi- *laughs* ‘ Dats weird, coz initially even I thought that you had an attitude problem. (Me?? And Attitude??? *aghast* NO! NOT possible…I am sure u guys will vouch for that. *hopeful look* ) Infact when my mom saw your pic, she was like ‘ your roomie looks pretty smart. Iam sure she must be pretty popular wherever she goes’

(I would have been floating in air on having received this compliment, had the previous remark bout me having an attitude *sob sob* not punctured my bubble of happiness, even before it blew up.)

Sun- (who had thoughtfully been listening to our convo) ‘ you know, I would call it CYBER AURA.’

Both me and Shi stared at her. Infact Sun herself sat there trying to comprehend what she meant by that, so that she could answer our questioning looks.

Sun -‘What??!! Don’t look at me like that!! I simply made this word up, right now. ‘

( Didn’t I mention anything bout our madhouse and its inhabitants anywhere on this blog?? :P)

But you know what? This word- 'Cyber Aura' and the fact that it actually defines something which does exist (though we are pretty oblivious of it), did set my mind ticking....

(p.s. looks like I’ll havta now include ‘shi’ and ‘sun’ in my label list coz they seem to be giving me loads to blog bout ;)

@suk- yes...i have removed word verifiation from my comment pg (:P) so now u can leave comments without grumbling :P)

BHOOKAD CLUB-1

2008-02-28T11:42:00.000Z

With the mess food sucking big time, exams causing a nightmare and the thought of sitting and thinking yet again about where to have dinner that night , being enough to drive one’s voracious pangs of hunger away, Abhu, shi, sun and mek (check the post titled “college…” to figure out these abbreviations) decided to MAKE dinner that night.

It all started with Abhu smsing Shi to buy some fruits on her way back from the reading room, because that night she felt like having fruit salad for dinner. At 8:30 Abhu gets an anxious message from Shi, asking her if she was feeling alright. Shi couldn’t believe that Abhu wanted to have FRUIT salad for dinner. (huh! See what a wrong impression people have about Abhu?? Agreed she is not too fond of fruits but does that mean she cant ,for a change, decide to have em??)

So, Shi returns to the room at 10, with fruits, veggies , mek and sun accompanying her. Mek had a packet of Knorr Hot n Sour soup and some kinda mixture that was supposed to be added to the veggie salad. Before they knew a full fledged menu had been planned for a special and healthy dinner.

Menu:
1. Hot n sour soup (with some kinda noodles added to it which ultimately made it taste like manchow)
2. Doritos with cheese ('Bahrain ki cheese ' if i may add. again, refer to the post- 'college...' for clarification)
3. Veggie salad with some kinda mixture in it :P
4. Fruit salad

Now came the most important part of it all- cutting the fruits and veggies. They sent Sun to fetch Doritos and cheese from mek’s room (her room is filled with all these yum things from Bahrain). Abhu was on her laptop, quickly saying a bye to all the 5 people with whom she was chatting at a time ( Tn- her very very good friend from skul , Suk, and 3 other friends from MIT ). Meanwhile, Shi ( who is good at cutting fruits and veggies started peeling off the cucumber and cutting it. Shi unaware of Abhu’s poor cutting and chopping skills handed her an apple to cut. Abhu tried to do her best, but she must have looked extremely comical trying to gingerly cut the apple into two, cause Mek and Shi coulnot control their giggles. As soon as the apple was cut into two, Abhu jumped to do an impromptu jig, elated at finally having cut a fruit into half with a knife. Heheee! Though she abandoned any attempt to cut the fruit into smaller pieces, she then took up the work of adding chat masala to the fruit salad.(u can see the pic above :P) Meanwhile, Mek prepared the soup adding noodles and other ingredients which she thought would make it yum.

With loud music playing in the room, sun cutting onions, all of them sniffing and removing tears from their eyes, thanks to the onions, they had an amazing time preparing this meal!

R n R (Roadies and Raghu)

2008-02-22T07:19:00.000Z

Iam not sure, if I contribute even an iota to the viewership of MTV HeroHonda Roadies (hope I got the entire name correct) and form a part of the millions who watch it open mouthed, seated at the edge of their seats, their backs bent forward in interest, with hundreds of multicolored , animated visions flashing past their already-overexcited cerebrums, where they imagine themselves to be right there and doing it all.

No! iam not here to express my keen desire to be a Roadie, coz I have none such desires, neither am I gonna criticize the judges or the tasks that the contestants are made to do, because I feel all of them they have an idea about what they are getting into and hence I have no right to comment on their decision.

I am here to give my opinion on one one of the esteemed judges- Raghu.

I admit I have not been a regular viewer of this show in the past, owing to certain unavoidable reasons, but now, in college, when I got hold of the audition episodes of this show, I couldnot help but get hooked on to it. I remember, two years ago, when I first saw the auditions, I couldnot help but sympathize with the contestants who were mercilessly grilled by Raghu. It was beyond my comprehension as to how someone could be so rude towards people, unnecessarily creating a commotion. But now, when I see the auditions for roadies 5.0 taking place, iam actually amazed by how much good it does to the contestants who get a chance to have a interview with the judges. It is very obvious that most of the people who want to get into this show, are not very clear bout why they wanna do it, save the fame and money part involved with it and whether they have it in them or not. After getting a good dose of character analysis from the judges, iam sure a person with an attitude open to self-improvement, will do very well for himself in the future.

I must admit, I was really awed by Raghu’s sharp sense of analysis and the frank way with which he expressed his opinions. There are very few people in this world who actually give a true and unbiased opinion on things and undoubtedly, Raghu currently tops my list of such people. I actually feel he is a very good judge of character. Being rude and testing the patience of the contestants, forms an inseparable part of his job, which I think he executes magnificently. On top of that, from some recent episodes that I saw, I feel he makes an excellent counselor, though a very harsh one. I have never come across a person who is so sure of himself, has his fundas crystal clear and has confidence oozing out of every cell of his body. U know, I have heard of most of the contestants biting their finger nails and almost peeing in their pants at the thought of their encounter with Raghu ? But I think he will be a very interesting person to meet……

2008-01-31T17:46:00.000Z

Its 10:30 in the evening and iam sitting outside my hostel. The thought of going into my hostel , despite having an official perm till 1 (thanks to my dance practices) seems very foolish. Iam not exactly in the best of moods. Just one of those same stupid mood swings, I guess. I am lost in thoughts when a group of friends pass by. Inspite of being in an awful mood, I smile and wave a wannabe-cheery “wassup”.

This is one incident, which has happened to me loads of times. Not just in college, even in many social gatherings. This is what is generally termed as “social obligations”.

Now, after having spent 5 months in college, I have finally realized the importance of these social obligations but that does not make me change my opinion about it. I still don’t get any valid justification for it. I still don’t like the behind-the-mask personality. Why cant we just be ourselves? why do we have to smile when we dont feel like? why do we have to be cordial to people whom we hate from the core of our heart? Why this two faced personality? All this just because we live in a society and well, havta be good to everyone for well.... our own benifit??

It may arise from the fact that there are loads of people around all the time and there are some emotions which one may not want to display in public.

*sigh* I wish life was not so complicated. I wish I never felt lonely despite being surrounded by 20 other people. I dunno if its just me or there are others who feel the same way. It is as if when you want to be alone, no one allows you to do so. And when you are in the mood to party, there is no one to accompany you and enjoy with you. I wonder why my tastes are so different from the others. I just can’t seem to figure it out.

Does life in a hostel do this to you? I have seen many other friends also go through a similar phase aswell. Iam too frustrated to think bout it now. Probably a good night’s sleep will help me gather my thoughts. It always does. And well…if not for anything else, I like these “weird phases” because it atleast gives me the chance or blog:P

It kinda becomes mandatory in order to achieve peace of mind.

blah!!!!

2008-01-13T13:58:00.000Z

Why am I feeling so restless today? This place is not new to me. This is what I chose for myself and I have no regrets bout it. Absolutely none. Its probably the fact that um not feeling well today coupled with…well…home sickness that’s making me feel so weird.

Dunno….

Guess I will take a few days to get into the mould of things,but I don’t wont those few days to be HELL! And to top it off…its my birthday in a few days…(shhhhh!!!! I don’t want too many people to know) lolz…see…how confused I am??? Writing it in my blog and not wanting people to know. Heheee…

Um feeling too dirty…guess should have a nice hot bath…after that 12 hr long bus journey…that terrible journey…twisting and turning in that highly uncomfortable seat. *disgusted luk* and then all that unpacking, cleaning the dust….heheee…hostel lyf doesnot sound too inviting, does it?

But then again, it’s the way one looks at thing. Probably another few hours of sleep will do me good (and that’s gonna make it like some 14 hours that ive slept).

Anyways…adieu till my next post which um sure I will write in a much better mood and which I sincerely hope will be quite soon :)

College...

2007-12-03T10:38:00.000Z

Sheesh!!!! Its been 4 whole months since i blogged!!!! Well....its been 4 months since i joined college too. Life has been SO busy that ive barely had time to sit and gather my thoughts. I have to admit that there have been loads of instances when i’ve wanted to blog but i just couldn’t due to many reasons :P and yes...i would like to partly blame it on the unavailability of WIFI in our block. Now that we have FINALLY ( yes...i hope iam able to convey the sense of relief i experience, through my words) got wifi, i promise to try my best to be as regular as possible with my blog.
So, lemme first introduce to you the members of our madhouse (its really surprising how iam able to find crazy people like me where ever i go. I must not be DAT crazy you know...*thoughtful look*).
1> Shi- (my roomie)- well....this is one thing i HAVE to thank orkut for. She was the first girl from my college whom i met online, and since we kinda had similar choices and didn’t want to be stuck with a complete stranger in our first sem in college, we decided to become roommates. And am i not glad for that!!!! We seem to be SO similar!! There is loads we have in common, from our past experiences to our liking for dance, our choice of movies and music, etc etc. So basically, though she can be VERY careless at times and irritates me with her endless talks on the phone (she can be on the phone for hours!!)...um happy sharing a room with her.
2> Sun-(my neighbour)- the three of us, i.e sun, shi and myself, bonded from the time we were in the 7th block (our temporary hostel block which its own stories and incidents, about which i shall blog some other day;) ) man!!! She is such a hypochondriac!!!! We are really dreading the day when she might fall sick (though i hope it never happens)coz if that happens then she’ll either drive us mad, or herself become insane.We keep pulling her leg and she too get back at us whenever she can. Its almost like the three of us share a room . Another very “prominent feature” of sun is that she has this very irritating habit of dropping almost everything she holds (sheesh!!!she’s definitely gonna throttle me if she ever comes across this post :P) and you HAVE to keep your food drawer locked when she’s around coz if you don’t you find anything left in it with her “only one bite”. But jokes apart, she’s a sweetheart. We can bitch bout anything and everything under the sun and both of us love gossiping and eating ;)
3> Mek- Dunno where to start writing bout her from. She can be a lil baby and and at the same time one of the most mature person for her age , if she wants to. I love pulling her leg because of her fetish for “Bahrain ki coke”, “Bahrain ki coffee”, “Bahrain ka pizza” etc etc... She’s one person you can bank upon to accompany you, whenever you wanna go somewhere or do something. This chick can’t say no! And guess what??? She too is crazy bout astro related stuff!!! Man!!! I was so glad to find someone with whom i could discuss bout all this.
4> Sho- she’s the intellectual one in our group. Loves to go deep into philosophical stuff. You should see her belly dance!!! She’s awesome! A gem of a person. By the way, mek and sho are also roomies and since their room falls on the way to our’s , we always end up stopping by their room whenever we pass that way, and once we do that nothing can stop us from gossiping for hours (unless sho gives her “enough-lets-study-now” looks during exam time:P)

Um seriously very glad to have found such a wonderful group of friends here so soon. Oh yeah...i must tell you bout our “bhookad club” headed by mek and sun. All of us are big foodies and love to visit the night canteen or the “coffee dabba” in our block just 5 minutes before 12 (coz the canteen closes at 12 and so does our hostel door.) We love to give the matron “we-r-feeling-very-very-hungry-plz-let-us-out” looks just before 12 and leave her grumbling bout how she cant even go to sleep peacefully at 12. Wicked...aint it *devilish look* .Thank goodness, all of us love hanging out, going to the disc and doing “bakchodi”:P . in short, we rock!!!

THE LAST GOODBYE

2007-07-27T12:53:00.000+01:00

Tonight the clouds shall weep again,

The moon shall hide its visage,

The leaves will rustle their goodbyes,

And the stars will hold back their rays.

One last look, one last gaze,

One last tear …..

This gush of emotions

Is leaving me fazed.

The thought of a new life beckons me,

But what I am leaving behind

holds me strong.

My reasoning power fails me,

It tells me I am wrong.

I cant leave things so precious,

so dear to my soul.

I cant leave behind a part of myself

as I move ahead, hunting for more.

But decisions are taken.

Plans are made.

I can do nothing but stick to them,

resolving, to never-ever let the memories fade.

As my friends bid me adieu

with teary eyes…..

my family hugs me one last time,

an emptiness creeps into my being,

I feel devoid of life.

I can never return back

the humungous amount of love ive got,

can never find people like these again.

But the little that I can do

Is to make a promise….

To be there for them

Whenever they need me;

in both happiness and pain.

yay!! my choice is right!!!

2007-07-25T12:59:00.002+01:00

Your Learning Style: Curious and Brilliant

k..i havta give credit to tj for this. but see see...its so true for me too:D

You are a very abstract learner. You can grasp even the most complex theories.

You Should Study:

Astronomy
Biology
Chemistry
Computer Science
Linguistics
Mathematics
Philosophy
Physics
Psychology

p.s. no wonder i njoyed chemy and phy too;)

What Should You Study?

0th sense

2007-07-18T05:54:00.000+01:00

*sigh* I never knew that blogging would some day become so difficult. I have been seriously trying to blog for the past few weeks, but have failed miserably. Each time, I open a new word document and resolve to put up a new post on my now-almost-non existent- blog, I fail to collect my thoughts and put them down. There is so much to share, but its so difficult to comprehend. I would conveniently like to put all the blame on my sheer joblessness which has made my life quite uninteresting. But nevertheless, this epoch of my life has made me aware of so many things that were always there around me, but I could never really grasp them. I would like to call this as my 0^th sense. (0^th coz it’s the most basic sense that one should possess and well, everyone does possess it, but its just that, we fail to realize it. Or maybe, we can term it as an amalgamation of all the 6 senses. Which ever way u wanna see it, I term it as 0^th sense.)

Thanks to this new sense of mine, I have begun to notice how beautiful the lane in front of my house looks, specially if it has just rained…*dreamy eyes* .

I went up to my terrace after ages, and sat on the roof tiles, getting a magnificent view of the entire neighbourhood:P (this is something I use to do a lot when I was a child).

I realized wat a lotta fun it was to chase my lil cousin all around the house; to emotionally blackmail him, about going away in less than 3 weeks.

What spending time with friends is, specially when u know after a few days u wont be meeting them for God knows how long.

Also, I have again realized how wonderful and exhilarating shopping can be. (yeah…it had been almost 2 years since I went out to the market, to buy something for myself ) *sigh* .

Not to forget my new-found-pleasure in sketching. I could sit and do that for hours.

It also made me realize how much i dislike un-invited, “drop-in” guests at my place. Its not because I don’t like them or something, it mostly arises from the fact that i am pretty hyper and well…dressed in my oldest and loosest clothes at home, which I don’t allow my mom to throw away solely because of the comfort factor. To add to my wunnerful looks, I keep dancing, hopping and shouting, all over the house, playing with my cousins, or singing in a not-very-melodious voice, and it becomes quite embarrassing for me, if all of a sudden, while coming down the stairs, I come face to face with people sitting in our drawing room *sheepish grin* . Er..my parents and family members don’t exactly get very pleased either.

Yes… one more thing. Its not exactly as if I like this 0^th sense too much, cause it also makes my feel pretty foolish sometimes. For example, today in the morning, my comp was not getting switched on. There was some problem with the UPS. I had been trying for 10 minutes to set it right, but couldn’t do it. Just them my bro (whose 4 yrs younger to me) walks in, asks me the problem, bends down, moves his fingers on the UPS (I doubt he did anything. Hmph! ) and well..my stupid comp switched on almost instantly. It made me realize how unreliable and partial my comp is.

Well..well..out of the world of nostalgia!!! Yeah..so basically this 0^th sense is nothing but realization, observation and appreciation . Iam glad I found it and in time too, coz it gave me some moments which I am definitely going to cherish for a long time to come.

SKETCHES -3

2007-06-19T10:50:00.000+01:00

Phew!! This one took me the longest to make. Just cudnt get the features right. Not that they are perfect now :P but still…. Much better than what I made in my first attempt. What u see here is perhaps the 8^th edited version of it, after heeding to all the criticism incurred upon me by my mom and my chachis :P they one difficult lot to please :P

This is just ainwai tp type sketch.

Dunno why I sketched this :S
P.S. all suggestions and healthy criticism towards my work is most welcome:D

SKETCHES -2

2007-06-07T06:39:00.000+01:00

This is the second “human figure” sketch that ive made. The first one is too pathetic to be displayed:P

This wont exactly come under the heading of "sketches" . rather its a painting.

just a thought

2007-05-27T05:55:00.000+01:00

Days are passing like crazy. Cant believe iam already nearing the end of may!! Kiran desai’s “inheritance of loss” has kept me busy since a couple of days, i.e after I returned back from my “extended” vacation (as sn likes to put it). Apart from the regular net surfing er…well orkutting has been happening at quite a rapid pace as well. And yeah… I must mention that sn has got thru “the best” law college in the country but we poor souls have not been considered worthy of a even a small treatL *sigh*.

While iam still on tenterhooks, having no clue what my results will turn out to be like, people all around me have been celebrating, the reason being their results, which have been quite satisfying (or so they say). I admire the sheer hard heartedness of all those people associated with my board, who think its good to delay results and think they are being nice and kind by being the last ones in the whole country to declare results. Pathetic!!! The alternation between hope and despair, is sure as hell, wrecking my nerves.

Yesterday, I was watching Indian Idol (which,btw, is the only tv show I watch these days.) It is one of those very few shows where the viewer doesnot know whether to happy for the selected candidates or feel sad for those who could not make it. There is such a heavy dose of emotions associated with it, that people who are so very use to Ekta Kapoor and her saas-bahu serials, are also awed by it. On seeing the contestants wait for their results, I couldnot help but compare my condition to their. I could actually understand what they might be feeling and trust me, it doesnot feel very good.

Solitude

2007-05-23T14:32:00.000+01:00

When the heart aches in solitude,
No gates can stop the tears from gushing out.
Loneliness seeps into every cell of the body.
Happiness, simply seems to retard.

With no emotions left to feel,
no thoughts left to chase,
memories engaged in feud,
her heart ached in solitude…..

Her eyes searched in vain,
for something…..
or maybe someone…….
her head screamed out warnings.
Everything appeared so foreboding.

She wished she could listen to her heart
but there were more important things to be done.
Her life stood on a crossroad.
Too many things she ought to have done,
Even more number of things that she wanted to do.
But how was it possible,
When her heart ached in solitude????

It ached for a friend…..
someone she could open her heart out to.
People who knew her, didn’t know her at all.
Those who wanted to know her,
were never let close enough.
Enclosed within a self-created wall of aloofness,
Where all music was mute,
She lived a life of solitude…..

SKETCHES :)

2007-04-26T04:42:00.000+01:00

Well...this is the best an amateur, like me, can do. these r just two of the "sketches" that i have made in the past few weeks. i simply LOVE any form of art :)

P.S. i will soon upload the mini sketches which i have made on my different FIITJEE test series que papers:P (had no other better way to kill time there)
and also the ones i have made behind my tuition copies, rough copies and college copies (in which i was really helped by sn):P

Funny guy!!!

2007-04-20T17:19:00.000+01:00

Life seems to have become quite monotonous for me:( each day seems to be just like the previous day. *sigh* the problem is not that I have nothing to do. The problem is that there is so much I want to do but cant do, thanks to my conscience which cant seem to keep its tiny voice shut. Iam supposed to be preparing for my upcoming entrances. Phew!! Iam tired. I need a break. Well..i have been kinda taking a break for the past one week, but still…*sheepish grin*

So basically I decided to break the monotonous getting up-coming online- studying-sleeping-eating and again sleeping routine of mine. Actually I owe this one to my mom. She has been behind me to go swimming with my bro and my three little cousins, but I had been quite nicely giving excuses (which I agree sound very lame to me now) and escaping the torture of going out in the heat at 3:30:P but iam happy I went. Not only did I actually enjoy the change I even met a very funny little fellow, about whom I must tell.

This guy (no actually boy coz he mustn’t be more than 10) was busy lazing around in the deep end of the pool. As I swam my way there, I saw him looking at me as if he badly needed to talk to someone and was litrally bursting to say something.

Me- hi!

Boy-hi!

Me- whats your name?

Boy- Shiv Kumar Nanda (he said quite pompously)

With this, he did not even wait for me to ask anything further. He himself began to tell his tale.

Boy- Actually one boy told me throw my water goggles into the pool and dive in to get it, but my lungs which had not managed to arrange much supply of oxygen before diving, became exhausted. The lungs failed to accommodate oxygen into them and because my lungs had not brought oxygen with them I was not able to come up.

(I took two minutes to understand what he meant. Didn’t know whether I should sympathise with the 10 year old or giggle at his extremely funny presentation)

Me- awww!!! Then how did u manage to surface??

Boy- it was only because of Almighty’s grace that I am standing in front of you to tell u this.

Me- but u should be carefully. U maynot be so lucky next time.

Boy- shrugs his shoulders and again throws his goggles into the water and dives below.

Instinctively I look around but realized that there was no other “boy” in the pool who could have told him to do what he did according to his little story:P

He, to put it in Ash’s words (as its her BIG day today), was a funny guy!!!

NEWS channels or bollywood agents??

2007-04-14T14:24:00.000+01:00

Height of idiocy!!! Seriously!! These days news channels have nothing better to do.

Abhu got up early on Friday and tuned in to MTV for their kick ass mornings. (must mention that this really reminds Abhu of suk :D ) so basically, after hearing to a few numbers while finishing up her daily activities, abhu switched on to a news channel to catch up with the world she is suppose to be living in(as she prefers to lives in her own little world most of the time:D) lo and behold!!! It was not the usual “so-and-so party calling a strike” or Mr. Arjun singh presenting another of his *ahem* proposals. Rather, the news channel was airing a special program on the “WEDDING OF THE DECADE”. Yes folks!! Its all about “the most eligible bachelor” in the country (and for some, even in the world) getting married to the dainty damsel Ms. Aishwary Rai ( to-be bachchan)

All the hype is understandable. Afterall its “abhishek” getting married (or is it because its former miss world -aishwarya getting married??? Iam confused!!!) no..no..people. It is because BOTH are getting married:P

So basically…this program contained all the details of the marriage (or rather all the details the the media could get hold of) From a view of the mandap at the bachchan residence, to an “exclusive” interview of the gardener who was preparing special mehendi leaves “so that the colour of Ms Rai’s hands enchants everybody who see’s it “ (this is the english version of what the news channel said). Not to forget the tailor who is stitching the sherwani for Jr.bachchan. The special program had it all. Maybe even more, coz I didn’t see the show from the beginning.

I have absolutely no problem if people are SO interested to know about all this. But what pisses me off the most is that it’s the NEWS CHANNELS which are doing it. Is our country, and for that matter the whole world, facing such a dearth of problems which need attention that they have shifted their focus to such events? Its ridiculous!!! Don’t we have enough programs dealing with bollywood gossip?? There mustn’t be any single channel existing which does not play host to such a program. Abhu thinks that it is the work of those programs to showcase such details. As it is the media has turned into nothing more than a robot who simply informs the people of what has been happening. Earlier, it use to be the media which use to be used to make things happen. Didn’t it play such an important role in our freedom struggle?? Wasn’t THAT the power the media held?? Haven’t they spent enough time already, running behind the duo and their family all over the country, as they visited temples?? Hasn’t all the match-making over the years satiated their greed to get their TRP’s soaring??

Even the recent news of more killing –kidnapping in Ranchi and Bihar isn’t enough to keep them from airing their “special program”. And iam not talking of a single channel. In the evening, there were four other channels airing similar things. They even got a numerologist to predict Ms. Rai’s future in the Bachchan family, which according to the numerologist, would be similar to that of her would-be mother-in-law. Phew!!! I am stumped. I know that India is quite a bolly-savvy nation but there is a limit to everything. Agreed that the competition is tough, but give us a break!! Arent the hundred ads which the show after every 10mins of news reporting irritating enough?? Moreover aren’t the celebrities’ human-beings afterall?? I don’t know which way things are heading to. But its certainly appalling to see the level to which News channels have fallen to, just to increase their TRPs.

2007-04-12T05:23:00.000+01:00

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