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

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

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.....

• 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!!!

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):

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

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

1. 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.
2. 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.
3. Learn to cook. Yeah, I wanna cook a meal before a die :P
4. Travel to Maldives. I think it is a beautiful place.
5. Earn…. Yeah, I wanna earn on my own, before I die!
6. 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)
7. Go on a cruise
8. 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:

1. Shuddup!
2. LOL
3. duffer
4. oh puhleezzzz! :P
5. get lost!
6. Yeah right!
7. Wateva!
8. 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.

1. The Harry da Puttar series (harry potter :P)
2. One night @ call center
3. Five point someone
4. Love story
5. 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)
6. Famous Five
   
7. Linda Goodman (love signs and sun signs)
8. 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:

1. The understanding we share. Sometimes, words are not needed to convey feelings.
2. Caring
3. fun loving and enjoy doing the craziest of things.
4. the fact that we can crack the silliest of jokes and still manage to laugh our ass out at it
5. Have been there for each other always and don’t chicken out when the other needs help.
6. We fight but then there is this mutual pact that things automatically become fine :P
7. my secret is always safe with them.
8. 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

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Being on the stage :)

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"

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

1. 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.
2. 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
3. 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.
4. 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*.
5. 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.
6. 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)
7. The local-bus conductors- The way they say “uduppi…uduppi…uduppi…” and “mandipal…mandipal…mandipal….” Is kinda funnily cute :D
8. The manipal couples- They don’t even need an occasion to get started! Be it in front of 13^thth 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)
9. 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
10. 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*
11. 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....

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

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

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

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)