Hey!!!! I am such a disgrace to the blogger inside me. Don’t even give her enough time to continue her passion. Anyways, despite the-groggy feeling and the odd hours, I thought it would be unfair not to let her use and utilize this anyways-going-to-be-wasted hour. And actually I do like our shared blog. Feels so much me! She is too good in expressing what I am, aint she?!?!?! But sometimes she does get influenced by other blogs and unknowingly gets to write in other style of writing, like she would in this post too, making several short points rather than her usual essay-type posts, as soon as I let her take over. Alrgiht, she doesn’t like me writing but I had made it a condition to her for letting me write for a while before she proceeds. But cant continue anymore, her constant ranting from ‘within’ being one of the reason. So here on it is SHE who is writing.
UMMPH…….. Hiiiiii hiiii hiiiii… been so wanting to update my blog but didn’t get enough time. Cant help it though. There are many many things going in my mind which I want to write before I forget. So here I go….
• I have (already) started the countdown for my birthday. Yes! It is hardly 5weeks away. But this birthday countdown gives me creeps also each year. I feel terrible, awful and dreadful when I get reminded that I am that many years old. It happens each year. Each year I would exclaim “OMG! I am __ years old. Look at myself. This __ sound soooooo old and mature. __ minus 1 was a perfect age for me. Why one more to it? AHHHHH…… and another worry roots in. what if my birthday is not celebrated as I wanted it. Would I be disappointed on my birthday (which is almost inevitable as I expect higher than reality) which would be the worst thing to happen. This time, I found festoons in the house and am planning to take it to Manipal to spare my friends of its expense for my birthday. But it would look so haughty to offer it to them myself. How will I manage that?
• Here is an extremely good example of being committed to your community no-matter-what. My grandmom, eighty plus who has been living with us for at least ten years now and cannot hear, still prefers to see tamil channels during day-time. It is not as if she would not see dishum-dishum hindi movies but still in the end would invariably see at least 15 minutes of tamil shows as a compulsion. Not because she would understand it better than she would hindi movies (provided she cant hear)and neither because it would keep her in touch with what is happening there as a pretext to gossip among her friends as living here for many years she must have lost touch with them. It is only I feel because it makes her feel as a part of that particular community and feel attached to it despite the distances. :)
• My mom is obsessed with water. Strange obsessions she has in life, keeping in mind her obsession for socks, mobile games, participating in any sort of event, visioning her future in “mother ka aashram”, TUPPERWARE and many other things. Even when she is in office her mind would throughout be in whether there is water in the house or not. MAMMA! And my dad is a smartie. He has brilliant ways of pending away work. What he does is, drink half-way through a water bottle kept in the fridge and then begin with a new bottle (resulting in half-drunk bottles in the fridge, yes he still drinks cold water in this unbearable winter) so that he wouldn’t have to fill the bottles until all the bottles are empty.
• I think I should put my (or other’s) problem of the increasing layers of fat in my tummy (and also other places) in the backseat because I have been devouring excessively on yummy but fatty food in Indore which I cannot resist. Gone are the brutal days of Manipal with frugal meals. But the thing is, why do people have sooo much of problem in seeing me fat? And even if it is a pain to their eyes, why do they transfer their pain to their tongues and express it so blatantly? One of the least soothing words I came across recently were “Aree!!! Your one thigh is equivalent to mine and simran’s put together” so casually said by Shivani. Thanks so much.
• I love Indore. It is only after going to Manipal have I realized that is really strange in many ways. Families roaming late in the city just to have chaat in Sarafa. For non-indoris, sarafa actually opens after 11!!! And there are discotheques where families go for dancing. I got to know that discos are mostly attached to a pub only after going to Manipal. Or was I reluctant to know that basic knowledge? I have never seen Indore roads deserted even when we used to reach Indore as late as 2 in the night and it would not be as if I would see tapporis, but the whole family happy and carefree, going god knows where.
And yes, remembering Vineeth’s statement, I so want my mom and dad to be disco-queen and king! They so much love dancing!
• There have been so many times when I have suffered ego-punctures. That means, I would be more than confidently stating something as if it were true only to know minutes later that I have been quite wrong. Here are two instances. On our fresher’s party last year, I joined Ruhi for dinner and noticed that she hadn’t taken my assumed ‘panner’ ki sabzi and asked her had she not noticed it and proudly adding that it was so hard not to have noticed it. She said nothing but she already knew what I got to know minutes later after putting several chunks of that sabzi in my mouth that it was actually chicken-something and the reason why she hadn’t taken it. Proved that she was more well-aware than what I claimed I was in her comparison. Another such incident happened with Sreya. We like usual were discussing about eyes and lips and ears and cheeks and hair and all of that. It was then I felt amused to see that she had to bring her lower jaw forward whenever she opened her mouth for smiling. I like all other times confidently commented that her jaw is placed unusually and it is quite abnormal for it to go behind the upper one whenever she closed her mouth and said as a matter of fact that the jaws are supposed to stay as they are even when the mouth is closed. And later when I was talking about it with Ruhi, I realized that her perfectly aligned teeth of the lower jaw also go beind when she closed her mouth. I asked her two other room-mates whether it was the same for them and they nodded in agreement, silly me, then got to know, that it was not sreya’s but my jaws that were abnormally placed. Again proved that I was sillier, less perfect than Sreya, contrary to what I had so confidently stated to her. I should seriously give up on mocking. God severely punishes me for that. AHHHHHHH….
• What else?!?!?! Wanted to write so much more… hmmm… hmm… and YES YES YES…. It gives me creeps to think about a multiple identity disorder. My worst fear. I am not such a case. So please ignore what __ told in the beginning. She is MAD. I get utterly scared to think that she isn’t real and she constantly thinks of ways of making me feel so. AHHHH… I hate her…. AHHH…. Hayyeee baapiii haye papiha,… Haye bappi haye papiha… why are you so confused??? It is my way of dealing with fear-singing songs. STOP making Fun of me. Now browse some other blog, I have nothing more to write. Hayye bappi, Haaayee papihaaa….
Friday, December 19, 2008
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
I like observing people. There are so many different emotions you will come across if you notice properly… here I will be listing some of my favourites. Here it goes:
• The smile on a mother’s face when some other person appreciates her newborn infant. I particularly like it when she feels proud of it and adds from her side that her baby can do many more things and asks the infant to do it at that particular moment. The smile is simply fantastic.
• The glow in a lover’s face when he/she (usually she) tells about her love and explains in detail things like how they met or they started going out.
• The awkwardly happy smile on a person’s face when he is complimented unexpectedly.
• The expression on the face of a person who is trying to avert his eyes from the one he loves to hide the embarrassment, usually when his friends tease him about her. Even the expression of harmless malice on the face of the friends is worth noticing.
• The expression of gratefulness in a person who has been helped out of the blue.
• The immediate tangy sensation you can notice when someone has a mouthful of something sour.
• The alarmed look on a face on the revelation of a secret.
• The look of serenity in wise elderly men.
• The enjoyment on a discovery or seeing a wonder.
• The lost dreamy look in someone who is blushing inside thinking of her lover.
• The winning look on the face of someone who just won an argument.
• The engrossed look on someone looking out for something.
• The guiltily embarrassed look when somebody loses or breaks some other person’s valuable stuff.
• Of a person who is thinking deeply as if analyzing something.
• A hopeful look in a participant anticipating his victory.
• The face of a nervous student before an exam. Quite in contrast you will also find people with confident faces and also those with carefree attitude who don’t bother about the result.
Well that is all I can think of now… suggest me some more na!
• The smile on a mother’s face when some other person appreciates her newborn infant. I particularly like it when she feels proud of it and adds from her side that her baby can do many more things and asks the infant to do it at that particular moment. The smile is simply fantastic.
• The glow in a lover’s face when he/she (usually she) tells about her love and explains in detail things like how they met or they started going out.
• The awkwardly happy smile on a person’s face when he is complimented unexpectedly.
• The expression on the face of a person who is trying to avert his eyes from the one he loves to hide the embarrassment, usually when his friends tease him about her. Even the expression of harmless malice on the face of the friends is worth noticing.
• The expression of gratefulness in a person who has been helped out of the blue.
• The immediate tangy sensation you can notice when someone has a mouthful of something sour.
• The alarmed look on a face on the revelation of a secret.
• The look of serenity in wise elderly men.
• The enjoyment on a discovery or seeing a wonder.
• The lost dreamy look in someone who is blushing inside thinking of her lover.
• The winning look on the face of someone who just won an argument.
• The engrossed look on someone looking out for something.
• The guiltily embarrassed look when somebody loses or breaks some other person’s valuable stuff.
• Of a person who is thinking deeply as if analyzing something.
• A hopeful look in a participant anticipating his victory.
• The face of a nervous student before an exam. Quite in contrast you will also find people with confident faces and also those with carefree attitude who don’t bother about the result.
Well that is all I can think of now… suggest me some more na!
Monday, November 24, 2008
Life these days!
Hey there… It has been two-three months and I haven’t been updating my blog as regularly as I used to… Cant even think of excuses… But yes, it takes extra efforts to borrow somebody else’s laptop and if the internet is slow, there are no second thoughts of updating my blog. And the major problem is that whenever I get a laptop, I am out of thoughts and when I am full of thoughts I never have a computer. I do write them in my diary, but because I don’t carry it along everywhere with me, the thoughts go nowhere beyond my diary’s reach.
Hmm… ok… Instead of giving pointless explanations, I should better proceed writing about something else… Hmm… NEWS?? What I have been doing all this semester?
• Well to begin with, I recently read Nishaan Prabhakar’s blog and really liked it, especially his way of writing and sense of humour…
• I have realized I have been eating only this in Manipal more than frequently.
- (At Manipal Juice Center): papaya juice.
- (At Anand Bhavan): plain mysore dosa and orange juice.
- (From Nandini Milk Point): packet Nandini toned milk, mentos lime, kachha aam or melody.
- (At Himalaya Mess): veg-thali, curd and lassi.
- (In a shop near KMC):nariyal pani- meetha pani with patli malai- ahaa… this small shop gives the sweetest coconut water. I am now a regular customer in this shop. Even the uncle (I mean, shop keeper) cuts the coconut so skillfully and looks very gentle-gentle. I like the shop.
- (At Vinayaka): Lime juice and mentos lime, kachha aam or Cadbury shots.
- (At Snack Shack): Death By Chocolate.
- (At Campus Summer Park restaurant in Udupi, which is now my new favourite): Palak soup, dal-khichdi or palak khichdi (palak khichdi depend on whether I had palak soup or not)
- (At parota point): methi parota, muli parota.
- (At Tasty Bites): Rajasthani dal-khichdi
- (At any other eatery): Sweet-corn soup and palak paneer sabzi
- (From the paan shop at TC, sometimes): Meetha paan without supari.
• I hate ants and am extremely allergic to them. And they seem have taken over my room. I mean they are everywhere you can see and everywhere you cannot. Because of those tormenting creatures, I cant keep any food in my room. If I do, I suffer tremendously and keep scratching my body and scalp for the next half an hour and also sneezing. I am always looking of ways to get rid of them and one of the successful ways has been spraying dettol hand-wash on them. They die instantly. I know it sounds cruel, but they are 10 times crueler with what they do to me.
• The next irritating creatures royally lazing around in my room are lizards. Not just my room but the whole flat. I am amazed to see the number of lizards in a 3-bedroom flat. I can easily estimate without even counting that there would approximately be 2 lizards per WALL… yes, easily. And half of them are not any bigger than your index finger. They would suddenly creep out from the least expected places. At least spare the small unavoidable places which can not accommodate a person who finds lizards disgusting and wants to stay as far from them as possible. Please lizards, please, spare the toilets and bathrooms.
• And yes, my room is further uncomfortable as it is in the second floor with no proper ventilation making it unbearably hot. Even I, who would sleep under a blanket without a fan in summers, sweat nowadays. At least I am spared from the power-cuts others suffer of, because of the flat being a part of the MIT hostel.
• I get amused by seeing people brush in the morning. I mean, everybody brushes their teeth (including me) but what amuses me is that some, actually many brush for almost half an hour, with so much of strain and a bored expression as if it is a lot of important work. The funniest thing about this is that they would actually be brushing their teeth in absolutely wrong way- as in different from what dentists suggest.
• I have been realizing that my crush’s and my way of living is quite similar. There have been quite a few coincidences which I have noticed which I am sure nobody knows about. Ha!! I absolutely dote upon my crush. :D:D:D
• And people I will actually harm you if you say I sleep a lot. Paavam I don’t. Last week, I might not have slept more than 30-35hours the whole week. Think of it, average of 4-5 sleep-hours per day. Certainly it is not a lot and less than many reading this (are there any, first of all!??!?) it is just that I sleep at untimely hours which makes you think so.
Achha, I have a lot more to write about, actually a lot more to copy from my diary... Will do it soon... :)
Byee for now... Have to start studying for the mangazine journalism exam tomorrow. WISH ME LUCK!
Hmm… ok… Instead of giving pointless explanations, I should better proceed writing about something else… Hmm… NEWS?? What I have been doing all this semester?
• Well to begin with, I recently read Nishaan Prabhakar’s blog and really liked it, especially his way of writing and sense of humour…
• I have realized I have been eating only this in Manipal more than frequently.
- (At Manipal Juice Center): papaya juice.
- (At Anand Bhavan): plain mysore dosa and orange juice.
- (From Nandini Milk Point): packet Nandini toned milk, mentos lime, kachha aam or melody.
- (At Himalaya Mess): veg-thali, curd and lassi.
- (In a shop near KMC):nariyal pani- meetha pani with patli malai- ahaa… this small shop gives the sweetest coconut water. I am now a regular customer in this shop. Even the uncle (I mean, shop keeper) cuts the coconut so skillfully and looks very gentle-gentle. I like the shop.
- (At Vinayaka): Lime juice and mentos lime, kachha aam or Cadbury shots.
- (At Snack Shack): Death By Chocolate.
- (At Campus Summer Park restaurant in Udupi, which is now my new favourite): Palak soup, dal-khichdi or palak khichdi (palak khichdi depend on whether I had palak soup or not)
- (At parota point): methi parota, muli parota.
- (At Tasty Bites): Rajasthani dal-khichdi
- (At any other eatery): Sweet-corn soup and palak paneer sabzi
- (From the paan shop at TC, sometimes): Meetha paan without supari.
• I hate ants and am extremely allergic to them. And they seem have taken over my room. I mean they are everywhere you can see and everywhere you cannot. Because of those tormenting creatures, I cant keep any food in my room. If I do, I suffer tremendously and keep scratching my body and scalp for the next half an hour and also sneezing. I am always looking of ways to get rid of them and one of the successful ways has been spraying dettol hand-wash on them. They die instantly. I know it sounds cruel, but they are 10 times crueler with what they do to me.
• The next irritating creatures royally lazing around in my room are lizards. Not just my room but the whole flat. I am amazed to see the number of lizards in a 3-bedroom flat. I can easily estimate without even counting that there would approximately be 2 lizards per WALL… yes, easily. And half of them are not any bigger than your index finger. They would suddenly creep out from the least expected places. At least spare the small unavoidable places which can not accommodate a person who finds lizards disgusting and wants to stay as far from them as possible. Please lizards, please, spare the toilets and bathrooms.
• And yes, my room is further uncomfortable as it is in the second floor with no proper ventilation making it unbearably hot. Even I, who would sleep under a blanket without a fan in summers, sweat nowadays. At least I am spared from the power-cuts others suffer of, because of the flat being a part of the MIT hostel.
• I get amused by seeing people brush in the morning. I mean, everybody brushes their teeth (including me) but what amuses me is that some, actually many brush for almost half an hour, with so much of strain and a bored expression as if it is a lot of important work. The funniest thing about this is that they would actually be brushing their teeth in absolutely wrong way- as in different from what dentists suggest.
• I have been realizing that my crush’s and my way of living is quite similar. There have been quite a few coincidences which I have noticed which I am sure nobody knows about. Ha!! I absolutely dote upon my crush. :D:D:D
• And people I will actually harm you if you say I sleep a lot. Paavam I don’t. Last week, I might not have slept more than 30-35hours the whole week. Think of it, average of 4-5 sleep-hours per day. Certainly it is not a lot and less than many reading this (are there any, first of all!??!?) it is just that I sleep at untimely hours which makes you think so.
Achha, I have a lot more to write about, actually a lot more to copy from my diary... Will do it soon... :)
Byee for now... Have to start studying for the mangazine journalism exam tomorrow. WISH ME LUCK!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Questions and doubts...
Nowadays, it is least astonishing to find an atheist among your friend circle. Roughly ¾ths of this population has lost faith in God. It is one of the latest trends. For many it is considered equivalent to your level of clairvoyance and a proof of how knowledge has widened your wisdom. There are many who chide at the concept of God and bawl heavy dialogues basically mocking the existence of God with no substantial backing.
And the believers on the other hand believe in it, only because they fear it and neither do they have a substantial reason for believing. There are many whom I know who fail to give any explanation and end up answering like, “I know he is there and I believe in him with complete faith. It is upto you now to believe it or not.”
And there are also many who give inane reasons like, “Why else do you think there are happenings around the world whose source no-one knows about? Who else do you think looks after you in your tough times? How is there supernatural stuff in this world noone has an answer to? It is he, god, who supervises all that is happening in this world and guides us. Everything in this world is predecided, we are just puppets to perform the task decided for us.
I know these sound illogical and misguiding, and if it is the only explanation provided by the believers, then there is no surprise to see the increasing number of atheists. And the result is that the upcoming atheists have no proper reasoning to support their atheism and merely opt for it due to lack of proper guidance and valid reasoning.
And in this crowd of growing atheists, I found one undying hope in a believer whose ideas never palpitated even after receiving much criticism about supporting the concept. While talking to her in this context I felt a little inspired. I was impressed by one thing: finally somebody who firmly believed in religion had a reason to believe in it. As we were arguing, she said that it is one of the ways that checks that a person does not cross his limits. A religion gives one a set of rules he must follow to live a decent harmless life. And the rules aren’t set by any common man. They are set by an intellectual keeping in view the psychology of man and the rules best suited for him. They have been followed over generations now and widely accepted because of its feasibility.
It was then a question arose that how can a single person decide what rules should every man and that it should be a decent level of sense everyone should have to not cross limits and be in control. A simple answer to that is “Every man has their own definition of decency and vulgarity. If man is let to abide only to the rules set by himself, why would he make a rule for himself then at the first place. He would do whatever he wishes to with no sense of guilt which would lead to absolute chaos. If man is guided by a set of rules provided by his religion and he agrees to follow it by the fear of the supreme power of almighty, why not? It is only profiting to have such a concept.
As I was writing it down, a question arose in my mind, “Till when can you fool around with humans, creating illusionary characters (lets not debate on this for now) for him to fear and abide by some rules? It is like taming an active kid to sleep by frightening him with tales of ghosts and other scary creatures. After a period, the child will outgrow to such stories and find solid explanations to defy its existence.
“Has the time come in human’s survival to outgrow the subsistence of God???”
And the believers on the other hand believe in it, only because they fear it and neither do they have a substantial reason for believing. There are many whom I know who fail to give any explanation and end up answering like, “I know he is there and I believe in him with complete faith. It is upto you now to believe it or not.”
And there are also many who give inane reasons like, “Why else do you think there are happenings around the world whose source no-one knows about? Who else do you think looks after you in your tough times? How is there supernatural stuff in this world noone has an answer to? It is he, god, who supervises all that is happening in this world and guides us. Everything in this world is predecided, we are just puppets to perform the task decided for us.
I know these sound illogical and misguiding, and if it is the only explanation provided by the believers, then there is no surprise to see the increasing number of atheists. And the result is that the upcoming atheists have no proper reasoning to support their atheism and merely opt for it due to lack of proper guidance and valid reasoning.
And in this crowd of growing atheists, I found one undying hope in a believer whose ideas never palpitated even after receiving much criticism about supporting the concept. While talking to her in this context I felt a little inspired. I was impressed by one thing: finally somebody who firmly believed in religion had a reason to believe in it. As we were arguing, she said that it is one of the ways that checks that a person does not cross his limits. A religion gives one a set of rules he must follow to live a decent harmless life. And the rules aren’t set by any common man. They are set by an intellectual keeping in view the psychology of man and the rules best suited for him. They have been followed over generations now and widely accepted because of its feasibility.
It was then a question arose that how can a single person decide what rules should every man and that it should be a decent level of sense everyone should have to not cross limits and be in control. A simple answer to that is “Every man has their own definition of decency and vulgarity. If man is let to abide only to the rules set by himself, why would he make a rule for himself then at the first place. He would do whatever he wishes to with no sense of guilt which would lead to absolute chaos. If man is guided by a set of rules provided by his religion and he agrees to follow it by the fear of the supreme power of almighty, why not? It is only profiting to have such a concept.
As I was writing it down, a question arose in my mind, “Till when can you fool around with humans, creating illusionary characters (lets not debate on this for now) for him to fear and abide by some rules? It is like taming an active kid to sleep by frightening him with tales of ghosts and other scary creatures. After a period, the child will outgrow to such stories and find solid explanations to defy its existence.
“Has the time come in human’s survival to outgrow the subsistence of God???”
Sunday, October 12, 2008
MINNIE Mouse Pen-stand
Well!!!! Hiiiiiiiiii………
I recently made a very cute Minnie-mouse pen-stand. Actually that day I had pepsi and cup-o-noodles in the night and was left with the empty cans. Looking at the two pepsi cans and the cup-o-noodles plastic bowl which was of a slightly bigger radius than the pepsi cans I was reminded of the three circles used in a mickey mouse cartoon- two for its ears and one for its face. It was then that an idea struck me to make a Minnie-mouse pen-stand out of it. So I cut the pepsi cans into half and painted them black. The cup-o-noodles cup was painted skin colour. Then I stuck them together with fevicol (the two pepsi cans side by side with a little distance between them) and made holes in the cans and put a satin ribbon through it and tied it like a bow. Then I took a thick sheet of paper, cut in the size of the cup-o-noodles circle and drew the eyes, nose and mouth for the Minnie mouse. Made holes in the cup and the sheet and tied them together so that the sheet covered the mouth of the cup. That is all. A simple and yet extremely cute pen-stand! I love it! Will upload its picture once I take a photo of it. Hmm… The sheet can easily be opened and the cup-o-noodles cup would be used to keep small things like eraser, sharpener, nail-cutter or stapler and the other two cans can be used for keeping the pens.
I recently made a very cute Minnie-mouse pen-stand. Actually that day I had pepsi and cup-o-noodles in the night and was left with the empty cans. Looking at the two pepsi cans and the cup-o-noodles plastic bowl which was of a slightly bigger radius than the pepsi cans I was reminded of the three circles used in a mickey mouse cartoon- two for its ears and one for its face. It was then that an idea struck me to make a Minnie-mouse pen-stand out of it. So I cut the pepsi cans into half and painted them black. The cup-o-noodles cup was painted skin colour. Then I stuck them together with fevicol (the two pepsi cans side by side with a little distance between them) and made holes in the cans and put a satin ribbon through it and tied it like a bow. Then I took a thick sheet of paper, cut in the size of the cup-o-noodles circle and drew the eyes, nose and mouth for the Minnie mouse. Made holes in the cup and the sheet and tied them together so that the sheet covered the mouth of the cup. That is all. A simple and yet extremely cute pen-stand! I love it! Will upload its picture once I take a photo of it. Hmm… The sheet can easily be opened and the cup-o-noodles cup would be used to keep small things like eraser, sharpener, nail-cutter or stapler and the other two cans can be used for keeping the pens.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Pappu CAN dance!
Even when I was nothing else, I was always a dancer. Dancing was always something I cherished since countless time. But there were many cranky depressing times when I did not feel very great about knowing how to dance. I would notice other people dancing and conclude that every second person on earth can dance well. Hmm… I am a little wiser now. I have now realized that what if there are better dancers than me. I feel good not in knowing that I am the best dancer in the world but in ruminating that dancing is the best thing I know.
Some of the very early memories I have of dancing are:
I was in Pune, 42 Rastapeth, visiting my grandparents. I fail to remember any other details of my visit or even the house but I retain that one day I was dancing to my own singing in the hall, when tatha (grandfather) quietly came in and saw my solitary performance. He was quite impressed by it and had persuaded my mother to joining me into a dance class. I think it was how I was made to join the Bharthanatyam classes.
My first stage performance if I am not wrong: “Chane ke kheth mein”. Umakka had taught me the steps for the song and I had danced in my mother’s office programme tapping the same steps as Madhuri Dixit had in the film. I was quite happy after getting my first limelight. There were many dance performances from then on. Some bharthanatyam performances my dance teacher used to arrange and many others where I used to choreograph songs, teach them to my friends and synchronize with them.
Third memory is that of my first day in dance class. Appa had come to me one day when I was five and had asked me whether I would like to learn Bharathnatyam. Unaware of the long strange word I had asked him what it was. He told me it is an excellent dance form and I would definitely like it. Those days I was really fascinated by the colourful green masks people wore for mohiniaatam and kathakali. Excited I laid one condition, I would learn it only if I get to wear such masks for dancing. My father agreed and I registered myself for the dance class. I perfectly remember my first day there. I had thought of it as a summer camp thingy, so I had taken green marbles with me to entertain myself, just in case. I had seen boys playing with it and wanted to play too (still want to, though could never understand the game) and somehow had got hold of a handful of them but had not got any time afterwards to play with it. So I had thought of taking it along to the dance class and finally play with it there. I had hidden it in my dupatta which I was supposed to tie around my waist. I had loosely tied the duppatta around my waist, while careully keeping the marbles there. As I reached the class, the first thing my dance teacher did was untie my duppatta as it was very loose (the dupatta is supposed to be tied extremely tightly) and so went my marbles rolling everywhere on the ground. My teacher certainly had not expected it and eyed me suspiciously and being a shy girl at that time I simply blushed. The rest of the session was very boring for me. All through the hour we had to hit the ground hard first with the right leg and then with the left and with hands folded around the waist. This was clearly nowhere as interesting as I had imagined dancing thin-thak dhin-thak thai in green coloured masks. But several months later, I started enjoying it, when we actually started dancing rather than merely thumping our feet on the ground. Even then, I did not consider Bharathnatyam to be the greatest of things, but now, I know its importance and feel proud to identify myself with.
Some of the very early memories I have of dancing are:
I was in Pune, 42 Rastapeth, visiting my grandparents. I fail to remember any other details of my visit or even the house but I retain that one day I was dancing to my own singing in the hall, when tatha (grandfather) quietly came in and saw my solitary performance. He was quite impressed by it and had persuaded my mother to joining me into a dance class. I think it was how I was made to join the Bharthanatyam classes.
My first stage performance if I am not wrong: “Chane ke kheth mein”. Umakka had taught me the steps for the song and I had danced in my mother’s office programme tapping the same steps as Madhuri Dixit had in the film. I was quite happy after getting my first limelight. There were many dance performances from then on. Some bharthanatyam performances my dance teacher used to arrange and many others where I used to choreograph songs, teach them to my friends and synchronize with them.
Third memory is that of my first day in dance class. Appa had come to me one day when I was five and had asked me whether I would like to learn Bharathnatyam. Unaware of the long strange word I had asked him what it was. He told me it is an excellent dance form and I would definitely like it. Those days I was really fascinated by the colourful green masks people wore for mohiniaatam and kathakali. Excited I laid one condition, I would learn it only if I get to wear such masks for dancing. My father agreed and I registered myself for the dance class. I perfectly remember my first day there. I had thought of it as a summer camp thingy, so I had taken green marbles with me to entertain myself, just in case. I had seen boys playing with it and wanted to play too (still want to, though could never understand the game) and somehow had got hold of a handful of them but had not got any time afterwards to play with it. So I had thought of taking it along to the dance class and finally play with it there. I had hidden it in my dupatta which I was supposed to tie around my waist. I had loosely tied the duppatta around my waist, while careully keeping the marbles there. As I reached the class, the first thing my dance teacher did was untie my duppatta as it was very loose (the dupatta is supposed to be tied extremely tightly) and so went my marbles rolling everywhere on the ground. My teacher certainly had not expected it and eyed me suspiciously and being a shy girl at that time I simply blushed. The rest of the session was very boring for me. All through the hour we had to hit the ground hard first with the right leg and then with the left and with hands folded around the waist. This was clearly nowhere as interesting as I had imagined dancing thin-thak dhin-thak thai in green coloured masks. But several months later, I started enjoying it, when we actually started dancing rather than merely thumping our feet on the ground. Even then, I did not consider Bharathnatyam to be the greatest of things, but now, I know its importance and feel proud to identify myself with.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
NAAM KA DAAM!
Names! What is not in a name? Shakespeare made his “name” by saying what is in a name! ahh… there is so much to it. We come to know a lot by just its name. Let us consider people’s names for instance. Here in India, you can know a person’s religion, status, background, the region he belongs to, caste and what not.
There are some legendary names like “Jai Pratap Singh” which in itself denote power! And Kumar’s, Kapoors and Khans are as it is very famous for their connection with the film industry.
While some names picture timid meek fellows like “Kishan Sansarovar” or “Nandan Tomar” or of a south Indian pimp like “ murlidharan muthuswami”, some names make us imagine tappori gundas like “raju misra” or “lakhan yadav”- Waah! Naam mein hi dam hai! Furthermore there are some names which sound of a person highly qualified like “Animesh Mukherjee” or “Deepak Acharya” or “Prajakta Deshmukh” and many sound as a musical tune like “Jignesh Mehra” or “Geetanjali Oberoi”. And not to forget the many Rajs and Rahuls who sound totally filmi in every sense.
Well. There is another category of interesting names- the surname of parsees. They truly represent the occupation and economical status of people. There are railwanis, mathurawalas, tyrewalas, daruwalas, botliwalas and the list goes on. Don’t they sound a little comical?
And yes. Now is the trend of having inimitable extraordinary names. Well the craze for it goes to such an extent that you will come across names like “Labadhi” or even “Vidhdyut” (electricity). There is, many times confusion created by unisex names like “Monu” or “Swapnil”. There are some people in my college who are often regarded as persons of opposite sex because of their names. Naming some of them, I would mention – Roshan, Shakti, Anadi and Yatharth.
Time for secret revelation. Well, I cant help but mention one very personal thing here. Umm… hehehe.. I have in mind already thought of some names for my children. (cheeks red!) well. I have come up with two names for now – Dhwani and Satvika. Dhwani means melody and satvika means pure character. I find both of them very appealing and lovable. Hmm… By the way, I came up with the name Satvika during our history class in the first semester. Our history teacher was once telling us about the schools of thought when he mentioned this name and told its meaning. I instantly made my mind to name my daughter “satvika”! And hey! I have the copyrights of these names so please don’t try copying any of the two names. Haan, you can otherwise copy the other mentioned names similar to Veer Singh Chourasia and all...
So! I end this post here. TATA!!!
There are some legendary names like “Jai Pratap Singh” which in itself denote power! And Kumar’s, Kapoors and Khans are as it is very famous for their connection with the film industry.
While some names picture timid meek fellows like “Kishan Sansarovar” or “Nandan Tomar” or of a south Indian pimp like “ murlidharan muthuswami”, some names make us imagine tappori gundas like “raju misra” or “lakhan yadav”- Waah! Naam mein hi dam hai! Furthermore there are some names which sound of a person highly qualified like “Animesh Mukherjee” or “Deepak Acharya” or “Prajakta Deshmukh” and many sound as a musical tune like “Jignesh Mehra” or “Geetanjali Oberoi”. And not to forget the many Rajs and Rahuls who sound totally filmi in every sense.
Well. There is another category of interesting names- the surname of parsees. They truly represent the occupation and economical status of people. There are railwanis, mathurawalas, tyrewalas, daruwalas, botliwalas and the list goes on. Don’t they sound a little comical?
And yes. Now is the trend of having inimitable extraordinary names. Well the craze for it goes to such an extent that you will come across names like “Labadhi” or even “Vidhdyut” (electricity). There is, many times confusion created by unisex names like “Monu” or “Swapnil”. There are some people in my college who are often regarded as persons of opposite sex because of their names. Naming some of them, I would mention – Roshan, Shakti, Anadi and Yatharth.
Time for secret revelation. Well, I cant help but mention one very personal thing here. Umm… hehehe.. I have in mind already thought of some names for my children. (cheeks red!) well. I have come up with two names for now – Dhwani and Satvika. Dhwani means melody and satvika means pure character. I find both of them very appealing and lovable. Hmm… By the way, I came up with the name Satvika during our history class in the first semester. Our history teacher was once telling us about the schools of thought when he mentioned this name and told its meaning. I instantly made my mind to name my daughter “satvika”! And hey! I have the copyrights of these names so please don’t try copying any of the two names. Haan, you can otherwise copy the other mentioned names similar to Veer Singh Chourasia and all...
So! I end this post here. TATA!!!
my favourites!
Since childhood I was fascinated to be unique and different from others in all possible ways. And unknowingly my choices have been very different from others. Here are a few examples.
My favourite colour: guess! No, you would not be able to guess it. It is ORANGE. I seriously feel it is such an under-stated colour. It is so pleasant and charming, plus a colour for the energetic and happy crowd but it somehow remains in thick layers of dust whenever colours are being mentioned. Dunno why!
My favourite fruit: again, hardly anybody would be able to guess it right. It is pomegranate. Ahh.. it is so yummy. Well even that a history behind it. When I was a child, I had once peeled almost 3-4 pomegrantes together. And as I was peeling them (is peeling the right word?!?!?) my sister appreciated my efforts saying how attentively I was peeling them, with so much concentration. I had puffed up with pride and nothing ever tasted sweeter than the pomegrantes that day! And seriously I don’t understand the craze for mangoes.
My favourite vegetable: this is known to many (atleast all those who read my blog, that is my family) hmm.. it is spinach.. ahh… I love it. It tastes great. Maybe I am a female popeye( and equally powerful too) .
Hmm… that is all about having strange favourites. Now my favourite movie. Well, it would not be as unique as my other favourites. So don’t expect me to come up with idiotic movie names like naagin or aabra-ka-daabra.
Hmm.. sooo… my favourite movie is “saathiya”. It has always been my favourite movie with ideal kind of romance. I don’t know why of all the romantic movie I chose this one. Maybe it is because, it was the first movie I had seen after actually knowing what “love” is. Adolescence had just struck me that time and I had finally entered the dreamy gates of romance. Perhaps prior to that I used to see movies without actually taking in whatever was shown. Ha! Movies before were similar to my “monster poem” which I had posted earlier. And hence, seeing sathiya I was able to actually comprehend whatever was being shown and somehow relate myself to the word “love”. Which is why I truly adore the movie.
Chalo then, bye for now. Not much time in hand for me to write any further.
My favourite colour: guess! No, you would not be able to guess it. It is ORANGE. I seriously feel it is such an under-stated colour. It is so pleasant and charming, plus a colour for the energetic and happy crowd but it somehow remains in thick layers of dust whenever colours are being mentioned. Dunno why!
My favourite fruit: again, hardly anybody would be able to guess it right. It is pomegranate. Ahh.. it is so yummy. Well even that a history behind it. When I was a child, I had once peeled almost 3-4 pomegrantes together. And as I was peeling them (is peeling the right word?!?!?) my sister appreciated my efforts saying how attentively I was peeling them, with so much concentration. I had puffed up with pride and nothing ever tasted sweeter than the pomegrantes that day! And seriously I don’t understand the craze for mangoes.
My favourite vegetable: this is known to many (atleast all those who read my blog, that is my family) hmm.. it is spinach.. ahh… I love it. It tastes great. Maybe I am a female popeye( and equally powerful too) .
Hmm… that is all about having strange favourites. Now my favourite movie. Well, it would not be as unique as my other favourites. So don’t expect me to come up with idiotic movie names like naagin or aabra-ka-daabra.
Hmm.. sooo… my favourite movie is “saathiya”. It has always been my favourite movie with ideal kind of romance. I don’t know why of all the romantic movie I chose this one. Maybe it is because, it was the first movie I had seen after actually knowing what “love” is. Adolescence had just struck me that time and I had finally entered the dreamy gates of romance. Perhaps prior to that I used to see movies without actually taking in whatever was shown. Ha! Movies before were similar to my “monster poem” which I had posted earlier. And hence, seeing sathiya I was able to actually comprehend whatever was being shown and somehow relate myself to the word “love”. Which is why I truly adore the movie.
Chalo then, bye for now. Not much time in hand for me to write any further.
Phir bhi family hai hindustani!
Haven’t updated my blog since so long. Main reason is that whenever I start writing, I get extra conscious about whatever I would be writing about and quit writing. Last time I updated my blog, my sister had told me that I include unnecessary details making it boring for the readers. And since I get easily influenced, whenever I sit to write anything, I feel I might be making a big deal about simple things. And then, I feel inferior when I read good blogs. Makes me feel that I talk rubbish when people write such sensible things. That made me not write anything all this long.
Anyways, one single point that made me write again. I had this post saved as a rough draft for a long time, but because we recently celebrated Independence Day and ethnic day at our college I thought it would be the right time to post about this.
As you might have already guessed, I am going to talk about our country and what makes me proud being an Indian.
Ok. So when I was in Germany, I was often asked questions about India and Indian culture. I many times used to be speechless, because there is nothing which can truly be called a uniform Indian culture. The country is so diverse that making a general statement would not be fair. And neither the speaker nor the audience would have the patience to talk about or listen to, the difference in different parts of the country. Even simple questions like Indian food, Indian language, Indian wedding or Indian attire were too difficult to be answered.
And then one day, a girl questioned our unity too, commenting that how can we call ourselves a secular nation when there are communal riots every other day. Hmm… good point, made me seriously wonder. As far as Germany is concerned, people I met were hardly religious, so others religion hardly made any difference.
Anyways, I realized the most important aspect of Indian culture. According to me it is neither unity nor diversity. Yes, it is indeed amazing how beautifully we all live together despite the difference. But more importantly, I find it incredible how we relate to everybody as our family. Even an autowala or a shop-owner would be called “bhaiya” by everyone. It bonds people in an altogether different level. Yes, other people might argue that the respect level is still the same, it is just that we don’t refer to them as our family members. But according to me it does make a difference by calling somone as our own. I find it wonderful how parents scold their children if they call elder by their names and ask them to add a family-relation-suffix according to their age difference. Bhaiya, didi, uncle, aunty!!! I still have the same habit of using these words even while talking to my immediate seniors in college. And that is why I hate manipal’s trend of using the word “boss” to talk to people unknown. I feel it makes others more distant to us by using “boss” rather than calling them “uncle”. “Uncle or Bhaiya apna apna sa lagta hai!” (the words uncle or Bhaiya sound more familiar, intimate and personal.)
Anyways, one single point that made me write again. I had this post saved as a rough draft for a long time, but because we recently celebrated Independence Day and ethnic day at our college I thought it would be the right time to post about this.
As you might have already guessed, I am going to talk about our country and what makes me proud being an Indian.
Ok. So when I was in Germany, I was often asked questions about India and Indian culture. I many times used to be speechless, because there is nothing which can truly be called a uniform Indian culture. The country is so diverse that making a general statement would not be fair. And neither the speaker nor the audience would have the patience to talk about or listen to, the difference in different parts of the country. Even simple questions like Indian food, Indian language, Indian wedding or Indian attire were too difficult to be answered.
And then one day, a girl questioned our unity too, commenting that how can we call ourselves a secular nation when there are communal riots every other day. Hmm… good point, made me seriously wonder. As far as Germany is concerned, people I met were hardly religious, so others religion hardly made any difference.
Anyways, I realized the most important aspect of Indian culture. According to me it is neither unity nor diversity. Yes, it is indeed amazing how beautifully we all live together despite the difference. But more importantly, I find it incredible how we relate to everybody as our family. Even an autowala or a shop-owner would be called “bhaiya” by everyone. It bonds people in an altogether different level. Yes, other people might argue that the respect level is still the same, it is just that we don’t refer to them as our family members. But according to me it does make a difference by calling somone as our own. I find it wonderful how parents scold their children if they call elder by their names and ask them to add a family-relation-suffix according to their age difference. Bhaiya, didi, uncle, aunty!!! I still have the same habit of using these words even while talking to my immediate seniors in college. And that is why I hate manipal’s trend of using the word “boss” to talk to people unknown. I feel it makes others more distant to us by using “boss” rather than calling them “uncle”. “Uncle or Bhaiya apna apna sa lagta hai!” (the words uncle or Bhaiya sound more familiar, intimate and personal.)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Tip-tip barsa pani...!!!
Well today in between a serious discussion our teacher suddenly looked out and asked, "who all want to get drenched in the rain?!?!" and I was completely taken aback by the question as it was totally unexpected from the strict teacher that she is.
Hmm... I think rain melts away everybody's heart. (Especially of film-makers who by default put atleast one rain-scene in their films. Indian cinema is incomplete without rains.) ahh.. Everybody’s but mine. Though I seriously wanted to get out and drench myself (which I did later), still I personally have never liked rain. it makes life so inconvenient and makes such a mess. First of all, you can hardly get out of your house because of it and need to be under shelter all the time or otherwise always carry an extra bag for keeping your umbrella or raincoat. So many plans get cancelled because of it. Then comes the puddles which make our already dirty roads dirtier and bumpier. To add to all of it, there are so many vicious insects and mosquitoes making life more miserable. Plus, if at all you get out without an umbrella, be ready to be wet for the next three hours. Clothes take a lot more time to dry than usual. Everything is such a mess. ahh.... And somehow it is nowhere close to being romantic. Getting wet, having sticky hair doesn’t help at all in making you look good. And whatever you will be wearing will get dirty anyhow, no matter how much you try staying away from the puddles. So dirty dress, sticky hair and being wet doesn’t turn me on at least.
Well, it is not as bad as I have framed it. Hmmm...sitting in the class, I lost touch of the discussion when she made reference to the rain. I was clouded with memories of my childhood when we used to get completely wet in the rains and play, dance and do silly stuff. I remember how we used to make manisha didi play loud music in her room and get wet in her garden. Then how yashi rajat and I used to have competitions for jumping into dirty puddles and how we used to ride our cycles right through the puddles and enjoy seeing the water getting split and making wonderful parabolas each side by our cycles. Even in the bus I loved measuring the depth of water clogged in puddles when our bus went through it, drenching poor passersby. I remember during one of the rains, vidikka and I had danced like crazy and had eaten hot pakoras (though I have no craze of eating pakoras during rains as everybody else). I used to love it when our schools used to get cancelled because of heavy rains (and as I had mentioned earlier I had made my first poem on one such day- ha! the park poem!)
Hmm... I think rain melts away everybody's heart. (Especially of film-makers who by default put atleast one rain-scene in their films. Indian cinema is incomplete without rains.) ahh.. Everybody’s but mine. Though I seriously wanted to get out and drench myself (which I did later), still I personally have never liked rain. it makes life so inconvenient and makes such a mess. First of all, you can hardly get out of your house because of it and need to be under shelter all the time or otherwise always carry an extra bag for keeping your umbrella or raincoat. So many plans get cancelled because of it. Then comes the puddles which make our already dirty roads dirtier and bumpier. To add to all of it, there are so many vicious insects and mosquitoes making life more miserable. Plus, if at all you get out without an umbrella, be ready to be wet for the next three hours. Clothes take a lot more time to dry than usual. Everything is such a mess. ahh.... And somehow it is nowhere close to being romantic. Getting wet, having sticky hair doesn’t help at all in making you look good. And whatever you will be wearing will get dirty anyhow, no matter how much you try staying away from the puddles. So dirty dress, sticky hair and being wet doesn’t turn me on at least.
Well, it is not as bad as I have framed it. Hmmm...sitting in the class, I lost touch of the discussion when she made reference to the rain. I was clouded with memories of my childhood when we used to get completely wet in the rains and play, dance and do silly stuff. I remember how we used to make manisha didi play loud music in her room and get wet in her garden. Then how yashi rajat and I used to have competitions for jumping into dirty puddles and how we used to ride our cycles right through the puddles and enjoy seeing the water getting split and making wonderful parabolas each side by our cycles. Even in the bus I loved measuring the depth of water clogged in puddles when our bus went through it, drenching poor passersby. I remember during one of the rains, vidikka and I had danced like crazy and had eaten hot pakoras (though I have no craze of eating pakoras during rains as everybody else). I used to love it when our schools used to get cancelled because of heavy rains (and as I had mentioned earlier I had made my first poem on one such day- ha! the park poem!)
Sunday, August 10, 2008
THEORY OF KIDS!
Well… I love blogging. Thank god that I don’t have regular access to the internet or else I would have been glued to my blog. All the time, as soon as any idea comes in my mind I consider blogging about it. And when too many thoughts get clogged in my mind, I come to the lab and type them down. So here I am again, posting not just one but many posts in a single day.
Well, NEWS-time. I have made another new interesting decision for my future!
Here it is: hmm... I have decided that till my children turn 12 or something, I will not teach them anything about my religion or even of others. I will let them know nothing, no stories of our Gods and their miraculous feats or even the shlokas or bhajans.
And then when they turn mature, I will teach them of all religions (not just mine or my husband’s), the ideals of each religion and then let them decide for themselves the religion they desire to follow (only if they want to follow one!)
As far as I am concerned, I am not much of a god-believer so it hardly matters for me that they believe in the religion of my forefathers. But still I strongly feel that one’s religion determines one’s identity to a large extent, so it is for every individual to decide on his own, the ideals he wants to follow and hence can not to be imposed. And a religion just being the religion of one’s ancestors is no reason for it to be followed. You should deeply feel those ideals to be ultimate and suitable for following it.
And any questions about my husband’s opinion in this decision?? Well, for now I don’t even have a clue about who he is going to be, so how can I consider his opinions? And anyways, I would want to marry a highly mature person who if is mature should not have any problems with my decision. Why should he? It is not as if I am planning to spoil the future of my kids. It is a wise decision so a wise man should not have any problem with it, right? And anyways, who cares what he thinks!!!! The decision has already been made by the “HEAD” and he has no other option but to concur to it.
Well, that reminds me of the book I was reading before I came to Bangalore, called Ice-candy man by Bapsi Sidhwa. I found it an amazing book which is extremely well-written with witty humour. It deals with the riots in Lahore prior to the 1947 split. I was totally glum while reading the way Sidhwa has pictured the whole story from the eyes of a little girl, Lenny. (by the way she was a handicap).
These fights over religion are so depressing and melancholic. As I have said in one of my earliest posts, the meaning of faith and God gets lost in such petty issues. Nowadays, people follow God, not out of one’s faith but driven by society (line attributed to Vaibhav).
Nothing else worth saying. Let me know what you think of my idea or is it foolish to think like that?
Well, NEWS-time. I have made another new interesting decision for my future!
Here it is: hmm... I have decided that till my children turn 12 or something, I will not teach them anything about my religion or even of others. I will let them know nothing, no stories of our Gods and their miraculous feats or even the shlokas or bhajans.
And then when they turn mature, I will teach them of all religions (not just mine or my husband’s), the ideals of each religion and then let them decide for themselves the religion they desire to follow (only if they want to follow one!)
As far as I am concerned, I am not much of a god-believer so it hardly matters for me that they believe in the religion of my forefathers. But still I strongly feel that one’s religion determines one’s identity to a large extent, so it is for every individual to decide on his own, the ideals he wants to follow and hence can not to be imposed. And a religion just being the religion of one’s ancestors is no reason for it to be followed. You should deeply feel those ideals to be ultimate and suitable for following it.
And any questions about my husband’s opinion in this decision?? Well, for now I don’t even have a clue about who he is going to be, so how can I consider his opinions? And anyways, I would want to marry a highly mature person who if is mature should not have any problems with my decision. Why should he? It is not as if I am planning to spoil the future of my kids. It is a wise decision so a wise man should not have any problem with it, right? And anyways, who cares what he thinks!!!! The decision has already been made by the “HEAD” and he has no other option but to concur to it.
Well, that reminds me of the book I was reading before I came to Bangalore, called Ice-candy man by Bapsi Sidhwa. I found it an amazing book which is extremely well-written with witty humour. It deals with the riots in Lahore prior to the 1947 split. I was totally glum while reading the way Sidhwa has pictured the whole story from the eyes of a little girl, Lenny. (by the way she was a handicap).
These fights over religion are so depressing and melancholic. As I have said in one of my earliest posts, the meaning of faith and God gets lost in such petty issues. Nowadays, people follow God, not out of one’s faith but driven by society (line attributed to Vaibhav).
Nothing else worth saying. Let me know what you think of my idea or is it foolish to think like that?
HAPPINESS... define it as you like it!
Well with the last post I was deep in debate with myself about the word happiness. I had read a lesson in my 12th standard course book where the narrator tells us that everybody has their definition of happiness and we should not compare our needs for happiness to theirs. People might be deprived of some basic needs of life but even that necessarily does not mean that they aren’t happy. For them, they would have learnt to live without it. While learning the lesson I had a thought. Suppose all of us had wings! It would have been so convenient for us to travel places. And then there would have been some handicap cases without proper functioning of wings. For us, we would have considered them so unlucky to not have wings and would have pitied them. But come to think of it, it is not as if people cannot live without it. It is just that when everybody else has it, you start considering it as a necessity. The handicaps without wings could have also lived happily without needing to have wings but still we would have considered it a misfortune to them. When we don’t have something we think of ways for living without it and then get used to not having it.
That makes me mention Manipal. As I had said earlier, when everybody around you have a certain thing, you start considering it as a necessity (which is inevitable because others would give you work related to using it). Here it is that everybody in my batch has a laptop for no specific reason. They might not even work with it to have bought it. We hardly have any work on computer and for any such work given; we are provided UG and PG labs (that is where I am now, lols). I don’t understand the ultimate need to have a laptop here. It is just an additional luxury to me. Well, I am not being sarcastic to any of those having one.
Hmm.. I just wanted to share my thought/story of wings with all of those reading my blog. And vineet! Welcome to my blog. Do read my blog naa and the whole of it.
Chalo then people…. Byeeeeeeeee for now!
That makes me mention Manipal. As I had said earlier, when everybody around you have a certain thing, you start considering it as a necessity (which is inevitable because others would give you work related to using it). Here it is that everybody in my batch has a laptop for no specific reason. They might not even work with it to have bought it. We hardly have any work on computer and for any such work given; we are provided UG and PG labs (that is where I am now, lols). I don’t understand the ultimate need to have a laptop here. It is just an additional luxury to me. Well, I am not being sarcastic to any of those having one.
Hmm.. I just wanted to share my thought/story of wings with all of those reading my blog. And vineet! Welcome to my blog. Do read my blog naa and the whole of it.
Chalo then people…. Byeeeeeeeee for now!
the girl!!!
Hmm… today I was trying to do something nice, which resulted in embarrassing an innocent child. Actually I was at TC (tiger circle) with my friend when a small beggar kid came to me and asked for some money to eat food. As I was in a very good mood I thought, instead of giving her money I would better take her somewhere and give her food myself. So I thought of taking her to Dollops which was the nearest restaurant from there. Initially the little girl was hesitant to join me there but I insisted her to have her lunch with me so she followed me ( it took me almost 15minutes to persuade her to come with me). My friend didn’t approve of my gesture for the child. As we sat down at the restaurant, the waiter came to us and told us to not encourage such beggars by bringing them to restaurants as they will continue expecting people to take them there. He added that it is their daily business to beg for food and we can not do anything about it and that should just let them be as they are. Plus he made a point that he would not be serving us food here because other customers might not like dining at a place beggars come, so he asked me to pack my food and give it to the little child once we are out.
I glanced at the little child and there she was, totally uncomfortable in a restaurant, not even daring to look up. I felt so sad for her and felt guilty too for embarrassing her so much. Yet I was adamant to give her at least food so I ordered a simple fried rice and asked it to pack it for her. And till the time we waited, my friend made me feel more miserable (not for myself but for the kid) by saying she is not of the standard to be brought to restaurants and now this will affect the business of the place as people might not come here anymore. The reason according to her was that people still consider poor people as untouchables and would not like eating at the same place. When I looked at the kid, I was reminded of my story, pain of warmth, because she was seated exactly the way I had explained Betty to have sat; at the edge looking at her bare legs. For me she was just a small little kid who would have been pleased by my endeavor and nothing else. I could not reason anyhow, how such an underage girl would be able to think business and of money at such tender age.
Hmm.. I was told by the waiter and by my friend that their parents get paid some Rs.100 per day for making their kids beg and we should not be encouraging it. But as I see it, if we don’t give them any money, those people (the ones I was told were paying the parents money) would not even pay them (the parents) the money they are getting now as they (the money suppliers) won’t be profiting. So it would be an even worse condition for the vagrant parents and kids.
It made me think how I demand for silly luxuries without which also life can be easily sustained and here they were struggling for basic needs and (to make things worse) not even getting enough support from the society for it. People find it so easy to say that begging is not a good option but I need to ask them what else can they do? Do petty jobs which would not give them enough money for survival. A question for all such people is that would they work for a meager amount without grumbling about it? And after all of this, all people care about is to not eat food at the same place a poor kid is. I know nothing can’t be done about it but their condition is such a pity.
Nonetheless, I have no logical argument to make so I would better stop. It is just that I felt sad for the little girl and how unfair everybody was to her. Was it wrong on my side to take her out to eat? I know I was definitely faulty in taking her to a big restaurant like dollops but still, who should we care for more? Those in need of it or those who are already living comfortably. I am distressed; I need some serious advice in this. PLEASE COMMENT.
PS: the only consolation I have for my distress is that people get used to the way they are living and somehow find happiness there. I am no one to say that she is not happy the way she is. Who knows, she might be happier than many rich kids. Let us not define happiness for others.
I glanced at the little child and there she was, totally uncomfortable in a restaurant, not even daring to look up. I felt so sad for her and felt guilty too for embarrassing her so much. Yet I was adamant to give her at least food so I ordered a simple fried rice and asked it to pack it for her. And till the time we waited, my friend made me feel more miserable (not for myself but for the kid) by saying she is not of the standard to be brought to restaurants and now this will affect the business of the place as people might not come here anymore. The reason according to her was that people still consider poor people as untouchables and would not like eating at the same place. When I looked at the kid, I was reminded of my story, pain of warmth, because she was seated exactly the way I had explained Betty to have sat; at the edge looking at her bare legs. For me she was just a small little kid who would have been pleased by my endeavor and nothing else. I could not reason anyhow, how such an underage girl would be able to think business and of money at such tender age.
Hmm.. I was told by the waiter and by my friend that their parents get paid some Rs.100 per day for making their kids beg and we should not be encouraging it. But as I see it, if we don’t give them any money, those people (the ones I was told were paying the parents money) would not even pay them (the parents) the money they are getting now as they (the money suppliers) won’t be profiting. So it would be an even worse condition for the vagrant parents and kids.
It made me think how I demand for silly luxuries without which also life can be easily sustained and here they were struggling for basic needs and (to make things worse) not even getting enough support from the society for it. People find it so easy to say that begging is not a good option but I need to ask them what else can they do? Do petty jobs which would not give them enough money for survival. A question for all such people is that would they work for a meager amount without grumbling about it? And after all of this, all people care about is to not eat food at the same place a poor kid is. I know nothing can’t be done about it but their condition is such a pity.
Nonetheless, I have no logical argument to make so I would better stop. It is just that I felt sad for the little girl and how unfair everybody was to her. Was it wrong on my side to take her out to eat? I know I was definitely faulty in taking her to a big restaurant like dollops but still, who should we care for more? Those in need of it or those who are already living comfortably. I am distressed; I need some serious advice in this. PLEASE COMMENT.
PS: the only consolation I have for my distress is that people get used to the way they are living and somehow find happiness there. I am no one to say that she is not happy the way she is. Who knows, she might be happier than many rich kids. Let us not define happiness for others.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
MY DAY TODAY.. crappy day!
NOTE: I dont have a laptop and ofcourse no internet so it is actually difficult for me to publish my posts on time. So this was the post I wrote yesterday afternoon but only got time now to publish it. Anyways, here it is.
It is just 1.30pm and I am already bugged by the day, can say that didn’t have a very nice day. First of all, woke up early which itself was a huge task as far as I am concerned. Then had three continuous lectures from 9.00am till 12.30, quite a rare occasion in MIC. First had French, wherein I knew nothing and cursed myself all the time for opting for it instead of deutsch (though even now I am very adamant to learn French somehow!). Anyways next had magazine journalism which was interesting but because I was seated far away I wasn’t able to hear the teacher properly.
Anyways here comes the main reason for telling you all of this. After these two lectures we had visual communication wherein the teacher was telling us something about adding photos to text-heavy stuff to keep the audience entertained and ironically had kept his power-point presentation completely blank with billion words in each slide. It was such a contradiction to what he was saying because he kept on saying that it was essential to use graphics and images for a good presentation and on the other hand had made his presentation so dull. To add to my frustration, he ignited the spark for useless argument in our super-excited class. He, in the end of his presentation, for a relief had a picture of a car advertisement showing the back profile of a lady and explained that sometimes people use opposite sex to attract customers. And that was it. Pointless arguments followed. People protested that it is not fair to use women in such indecent ways. Women are imaged unfairly and it went on for more than 15minutes. Hello people! We are not discussing whether it is fair or not, we are discussing facts and he is just letting us know a simple marketing strategy which targets male-psychology. We cannot stop men ogling at girls. It is a feeling yaar! It is the same way you cannot make girls to not think everything emotionally and then cry at every single thing. Ok! I am over-generalizing but what the heck! Some people don’t take facts as they are. I hate the arguments in our class, they lead nowhere. What is the point in raising your voice at some professor who is not even responsible for such ads, who is simply doing his job by letting us know about the marketing strategies. It wasn’t the time and the proper stage for female-emancipation cause.
Whatever! Anyways, I was walking back with Aheli to the hostel and she was all the time walking in the middle of the road while I pulled her back to the side. As it is, she has had many accidents in the past and I was in no mood to witness an accident. But as I pulled her back, I reconsidered that it wouldn’t be bad after all, if she gets hit by a truck. The reason was she was carrying her laptop and I mused that if she gets hit I would atleast take her laptop and run away, leaving her dying. And with nothing silly to occupy my mind, I pictured the whole scene. And it goes like this.
A truck hits Aheli and she seriously hurt, bleeding somehow manages to blurt out the syllable “pa-pa” expecting me to understand that she wants water (pani) and then me eying the laptop say, “haan aheli! Yes! What is the PA-ssword of your notebook. (for those who didn’t understand the joke, when she would be dying she would want some water and would be unable to say the word so would say only pa-pa instead of pani. And then I come into picture, greeding the laptop, ask her its password in her last breaths! And both pani and password begin with pa so the joke finds its humour there.) hmm.. I know I spoilt the joke by explaining but somehow I don’t feel satisfied without doing so.
and then the following conversation with Aheli was her telling me disbelievingly that her room-mate told her stories about ghosts in 1st block hostel. Ha! Anyways we both were laughing our heads off while she explained how Priyanka told her that a girl had committed suicide in 1st block and many times her spirit was to be seen there (and something that you shouldn’t directly look into her face)and akkas of that hostel check her presence by seeing her reflection in the mirror. All was going well until she incredulously said how can akkas see her reflection in the mirror, “bhoots” form no image in the mirror. Lets be practical and talk science! I might have almost coughed or skipped a step or two! Ha! I thought she was also laughing at the same reason as I was, which was that her room-mate believes ghosts existed. And here she is, laughing at the only point that akkas saw its reflection in the mirror and asking me to talk science! She wants to talk science and say ghosts existed, plus argue that they cant be reflected. Whatever!
It is just 1.30pm and I am already bugged by the day, can say that didn’t have a very nice day. First of all, woke up early which itself was a huge task as far as I am concerned. Then had three continuous lectures from 9.00am till 12.30, quite a rare occasion in MIC. First had French, wherein I knew nothing and cursed myself all the time for opting for it instead of deutsch (though even now I am very adamant to learn French somehow!). Anyways next had magazine journalism which was interesting but because I was seated far away I wasn’t able to hear the teacher properly.
Anyways here comes the main reason for telling you all of this. After these two lectures we had visual communication wherein the teacher was telling us something about adding photos to text-heavy stuff to keep the audience entertained and ironically had kept his power-point presentation completely blank with billion words in each slide. It was such a contradiction to what he was saying because he kept on saying that it was essential to use graphics and images for a good presentation and on the other hand had made his presentation so dull. To add to my frustration, he ignited the spark for useless argument in our super-excited class. He, in the end of his presentation, for a relief had a picture of a car advertisement showing the back profile of a lady and explained that sometimes people use opposite sex to attract customers. And that was it. Pointless arguments followed. People protested that it is not fair to use women in such indecent ways. Women are imaged unfairly and it went on for more than 15minutes. Hello people! We are not discussing whether it is fair or not, we are discussing facts and he is just letting us know a simple marketing strategy which targets male-psychology. We cannot stop men ogling at girls. It is a feeling yaar! It is the same way you cannot make girls to not think everything emotionally and then cry at every single thing. Ok! I am over-generalizing but what the heck! Some people don’t take facts as they are. I hate the arguments in our class, they lead nowhere. What is the point in raising your voice at some professor who is not even responsible for such ads, who is simply doing his job by letting us know about the marketing strategies. It wasn’t the time and the proper stage for female-emancipation cause.
Whatever! Anyways, I was walking back with Aheli to the hostel and she was all the time walking in the middle of the road while I pulled her back to the side. As it is, she has had many accidents in the past and I was in no mood to witness an accident. But as I pulled her back, I reconsidered that it wouldn’t be bad after all, if she gets hit by a truck. The reason was she was carrying her laptop and I mused that if she gets hit I would atleast take her laptop and run away, leaving her dying. And with nothing silly to occupy my mind, I pictured the whole scene. And it goes like this.
A truck hits Aheli and she seriously hurt, bleeding somehow manages to blurt out the syllable “pa-pa” expecting me to understand that she wants water (pani) and then me eying the laptop say, “haan aheli! Yes! What is the PA-ssword of your notebook. (for those who didn’t understand the joke, when she would be dying she would want some water and would be unable to say the word so would say only pa-pa instead of pani. And then I come into picture, greeding the laptop, ask her its password in her last breaths! And both pani and password begin with pa so the joke finds its humour there.) hmm.. I know I spoilt the joke by explaining but somehow I don’t feel satisfied without doing so.
and then the following conversation with Aheli was her telling me disbelievingly that her room-mate told her stories about ghosts in 1st block hostel. Ha! Anyways we both were laughing our heads off while she explained how Priyanka told her that a girl had committed suicide in 1st block and many times her spirit was to be seen there (and something that you shouldn’t directly look into her face)and akkas of that hostel check her presence by seeing her reflection in the mirror. All was going well until she incredulously said how can akkas see her reflection in the mirror, “bhoots” form no image in the mirror. Lets be practical and talk science! I might have almost coughed or skipped a step or two! Ha! I thought she was also laughing at the same reason as I was, which was that her room-mate believes ghosts existed. And here she is, laughing at the only point that akkas saw its reflection in the mirror and asking me to talk science! She wants to talk science and say ghosts existed, plus argue that they cant be reflected. Whatever!
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
My SUPER-mornings!!
Hmm… today I am in that bloggy-bloggy mood.. actually there were so many things I wanted to write about since soooo many days but hardly got any time for it. and now that my sister’s wedding is over (amazzzzing wedding – to be discussed in the next post) I managed some time alone!!! Ahh.. finally!!
NOTE: I had written this long ago and had saved it in my drafts, so you might find some of the news stale....
So here I am again with some memories of mine which I wanted to share. This post is going to be about my morning routine and how it was altered with changes in my life! Well I find it interesting enough to be written about. And anyways only my sisters read this blog (repeating this!! Tears!!) and I know they would definitely find it amusing!
So here I go.
My mornings during school:
6.30-6.45/6.50: you would have found my mom shouting at the top of her voice in an attempt to wake me up… gayu, gutchu, gutchu rani, endru!!! And then she will keep updating my sleepy mind with the time.
6.50-6.55: I would lazily open 1mm of my eyes and look at the watch. Then shout, “mummy bas last 2minutes! I will get up naa”.
6.55-7.00: realize that it is now too late. Get up immediately and without even looking anywhere else rush to the bathroom to take bath.
7.15: come out of the bathroom and quickly go to the wash-basin and brush my teeth (I know I know, please don’t raise your eyebrows. I used to brush my teeth after bathing)
7.15-7.20: in these 5minutes I don’t know how but used to miraculously do hundred billion things. hunt for my shoes, socks and dupatta(and wear them), comb my hair, pack my bag, drink milk.
7.20-7.25: hurriedly leave the house hoping desperately to not have missed the bus again.
7.25-8.00: if lucky, I would get to the bus stop just in time to catch the bus or otherwise go back home, tell my mom that I have missed my bus, wait for her to get ready to drop me off to my school which was in the other end of the city.
And yes. 6.45-7.25: with so much to do in such insufficient time, I would somehow manage to yell at my mom for every reason I could! Sorry naaa momma for that! It was one such day when I was extremely late for school (it was 7.25 already and I was still home), that I told my mom (rudely :( ) that I don’t have enough time to drink milk. My sister half-sleeping heard that and got very angry at me (first of all for being rude to momma and secondly for not drinking milk). So she came to me and ordered me to drink milk before going. I was infuriated because she wasn’t understanding that I was getting late for school and would eventually miss the bus if I stopped there anymore. In all the quarrel my sister got so angry that she threw all the milk on me as I was darting down. All my hair were a mess and with big tears rolling down my eyes, I went up and washed it quickly with just water. I didn’t even try going to the bus stand, knowing well that the bus would have gone for sure. So mom dropped me to school and till then my hair had dried and unfortunately the milk had not properly been washed, making my hair all sticky! Curious people asked me the reason for it and I said that I spilled some milk while drinking as I was getting late, leaving them in wild imagination of how I could spill milk on my head! It was only wise to let them) wonder how in the world do I drink milk?!?
My mornings in Manipal (first semester):
7.30- my first alarm goes off until Ruhi switches it off. Me, sound asleep would not even move a centimeter.
7.30-7.35-7.40-7.45-7.50-7.55-8.00 : series of my timed alarm start pestering Ruhi until she finally decides to wake up.
8.00: Ruhi tries waking me up, but I brush her off asking her to take a bath and saying I would get up by then.
8.25-8.30: ruhi enters the room after bathing only to find me still asleep. I look at her with sleepy eyes and startled get up immediately. Quickly rush to the bathroom with a bucket filled with tooth-paste, toothbrush, soap, rin and my dress.
8.45-8.50: hurry back to the room and quickly comb my hair and wear sandals. Till then, Ruhi would have left for the mess.
8.50: I enter the mess to find Ruhi ready with a plate of breakfast for me. I grab the two pieces of toast and start walking towards the college.
9.05: enter the college late by just 5minutes!
NOTE: the roles often inter-changed between Ruhi and me. So the rule was, whoever got ready first would leave for the mess and prepare breakfast for both.
My mornings in Germany:
(on days when we had a lecture at 9.00) 8.25: Vikarn would come upstairs and knock at Aparna’s and my door. Aparna would lazily open the door and Vikarn would come inside (already dressed up), look around and tell us that it is already 8.25 and we should get ready in 5minutes.
8.30: me and Aparna would slowly get out of our beds, decide that it is too late to take a bath now, so just go up, brush our teeth and change our night dresses.
8.35: we climb down the stairs, all ready with our hair combed! Naim and Vikarn would be there waiting for us, royally eating breakfast or in Naim’s case, maybe playing guitar. We would leave the house together.
8.40-8.45: Catch tram no.4 going towards borgfeld/falkenberg or sometimes to horn-lehe.
8.50-8.55: Get down at station “Wilhelm-Kaisen-Brucke” and proceed to our college!
Well, that is all. I still have to come up with a routine for my third semester. I will surely update you all once I get a regulat routine there.
NOTE: I had written this long ago and had saved it in my drafts, so you might find some of the news stale....
So here I am again with some memories of mine which I wanted to share. This post is going to be about my morning routine and how it was altered with changes in my life! Well I find it interesting enough to be written about. And anyways only my sisters read this blog (repeating this!! Tears!!) and I know they would definitely find it amusing!
So here I go.
My mornings during school:
6.30-6.45/6.50: you would have found my mom shouting at the top of her voice in an attempt to wake me up… gayu, gutchu, gutchu rani, endru!!! And then she will keep updating my sleepy mind with the time.
6.50-6.55: I would lazily open 1mm of my eyes and look at the watch. Then shout, “mummy bas last 2minutes! I will get up naa”.
6.55-7.00: realize that it is now too late. Get up immediately and without even looking anywhere else rush to the bathroom to take bath.
7.15: come out of the bathroom and quickly go to the wash-basin and brush my teeth (I know I know, please don’t raise your eyebrows. I used to brush my teeth after bathing)
7.15-7.20: in these 5minutes I don’t know how but used to miraculously do hundred billion things. hunt for my shoes, socks and dupatta(and wear them), comb my hair, pack my bag, drink milk.
7.20-7.25: hurriedly leave the house hoping desperately to not have missed the bus again.
7.25-8.00: if lucky, I would get to the bus stop just in time to catch the bus or otherwise go back home, tell my mom that I have missed my bus, wait for her to get ready to drop me off to my school which was in the other end of the city.
And yes. 6.45-7.25: with so much to do in such insufficient time, I would somehow manage to yell at my mom for every reason I could! Sorry naaa momma for that! It was one such day when I was extremely late for school (it was 7.25 already and I was still home), that I told my mom (rudely :( ) that I don’t have enough time to drink milk. My sister half-sleeping heard that and got very angry at me (first of all for being rude to momma and secondly for not drinking milk). So she came to me and ordered me to drink milk before going. I was infuriated because she wasn’t understanding that I was getting late for school and would eventually miss the bus if I stopped there anymore. In all the quarrel my sister got so angry that she threw all the milk on me as I was darting down. All my hair were a mess and with big tears rolling down my eyes, I went up and washed it quickly with just water. I didn’t even try going to the bus stand, knowing well that the bus would have gone for sure. So mom dropped me to school and till then my hair had dried and unfortunately the milk had not properly been washed, making my hair all sticky! Curious people asked me the reason for it and I said that I spilled some milk while drinking as I was getting late, leaving them in wild imagination of how I could spill milk on my head! It was only wise to let them) wonder how in the world do I drink milk?!?
My mornings in Manipal (first semester):
7.30- my first alarm goes off until Ruhi switches it off. Me, sound asleep would not even move a centimeter.
7.30-7.35-7.40-7.45-7.50-7.55-8.00 : series of my timed alarm start pestering Ruhi until she finally decides to wake up.
8.00: Ruhi tries waking me up, but I brush her off asking her to take a bath and saying I would get up by then.
8.25-8.30: ruhi enters the room after bathing only to find me still asleep. I look at her with sleepy eyes and startled get up immediately. Quickly rush to the bathroom with a bucket filled with tooth-paste, toothbrush, soap, rin and my dress.
8.45-8.50: hurry back to the room and quickly comb my hair and wear sandals. Till then, Ruhi would have left for the mess.
8.50: I enter the mess to find Ruhi ready with a plate of breakfast for me. I grab the two pieces of toast and start walking towards the college.
9.05: enter the college late by just 5minutes!
NOTE: the roles often inter-changed between Ruhi and me. So the rule was, whoever got ready first would leave for the mess and prepare breakfast for both.
My mornings in Germany:
(on days when we had a lecture at 9.00) 8.25: Vikarn would come upstairs and knock at Aparna’s and my door. Aparna would lazily open the door and Vikarn would come inside (already dressed up), look around and tell us that it is already 8.25 and we should get ready in 5minutes.
8.30: me and Aparna would slowly get out of our beds, decide that it is too late to take a bath now, so just go up, brush our teeth and change our night dresses.
8.35: we climb down the stairs, all ready with our hair combed! Naim and Vikarn would be there waiting for us, royally eating breakfast or in Naim’s case, maybe playing guitar. We would leave the house together.
8.40-8.45: Catch tram no.4 going towards borgfeld/falkenberg or sometimes to horn-lehe.
8.50-8.55: Get down at station “Wilhelm-Kaisen-Brucke” and proceed to our college!
Well, that is all. I still have to come up with a routine for my third semester. I will surely update you all once I get a regulat routine there.
Saturday, July 26, 2008
the proud indian traffin honking!
In India, honking horns while driving is not just a signal of annoyance, but it conveys a lot more. To be truthful, the traffic remains chaotic, so honking horns comes in no use to regulate it. And you should know that the person in front of you will make no efforts to even budge, although he would know very well that you are having a trouble while driving. So it is best to make you own way in the traffic. However, the creativity of India finds ways to use “horns” to its optimum! It is a way to let out almost all the possible feelings of the world, be it pleasure, anger (not on traffic but maybe the person sitting behind), excitement, love and what not!
People find it a source of entertainment when they have nothing else to do while driving. So, they come up with amazing tunes to keep the whole traffic entertained. Plus, there is a wide range of extra-loud horns in the market for the “youths” who want to make their presence “heard” in the chaos! Plus these creative minds toot horns to eve-tease girls and who knows?!?! It could be a start for several Indian love stories.
And the fascination for honking is not just restricted to the youths of my country! It enthralls one and all irrespective of their age. The traffic is lifeless and dull without the noise around.
The most interesting thing about this its promotion by trucks and heavy-load vehicles! I mean, the colourful boards which convey other fellow drivers to honk, saying “HORN PLEASE!” are seriously eye-catching! And who would not obey the repetitive instructions when everybody finds it rather enjoyable to do.
It makes me feel that every Indian is born with the right to honk and finds ultimate delight in doing so. Is it still not a fundamental right of the citizens??? I hardly doubt it!
P.S: Well, I have to admit, you somehow get an inexplicable pleasure in doing so, a surge of happiness that makes you believe that you own the road and the city. Hehehe… So have a happy honking time folks!
Editted to add: I was just listening to some random hindi songs when I came across a Govinda song with some weird lyrics like, "maine paidal se ja rahi thi, unhe auto se aa rahi thi, kiya ting ting ka ishara, mujhe badnam kiya na!" YUCK.... But it clearly gives the evidence that horns surely are one of the most important objects of keeping the traffic entertained!
People find it a source of entertainment when they have nothing else to do while driving. So, they come up with amazing tunes to keep the whole traffic entertained. Plus, there is a wide range of extra-loud horns in the market for the “youths” who want to make their presence “heard” in the chaos! Plus these creative minds toot horns to eve-tease girls and who knows?!?! It could be a start for several Indian love stories.
And the fascination for honking is not just restricted to the youths of my country! It enthralls one and all irrespective of their age. The traffic is lifeless and dull without the noise around.
The most interesting thing about this its promotion by trucks and heavy-load vehicles! I mean, the colourful boards which convey other fellow drivers to honk, saying “HORN PLEASE!” are seriously eye-catching! And who would not obey the repetitive instructions when everybody finds it rather enjoyable to do.
It makes me feel that every Indian is born with the right to honk and finds ultimate delight in doing so. Is it still not a fundamental right of the citizens??? I hardly doubt it!
P.S: Well, I have to admit, you somehow get an inexplicable pleasure in doing so, a surge of happiness that makes you believe that you own the road and the city. Hehehe… So have a happy honking time folks!
Editted to add: I was just listening to some random hindi songs when I came across a Govinda song with some weird lyrics like, "maine paidal se ja rahi thi, unhe auto se aa rahi thi, kiya ting ting ka ishara, mujhe badnam kiya na!" YUCK.... But it clearly gives the evidence that horns surely are one of the most important objects of keeping the traffic entertained!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
LOVEEEE!!!
This love!!! It is such a litigious and discordant thing! I mean it looks all sugary and appealing but to a large extent is abhorrent. What makes the whole concept sound foul is the truth that people expect love in return for loving a person. And love meets an end when the other person expected to love back fails to do so! A very tragic end for a powerful word called love. One can’t keep on loving others after knowing that there can possibly be no more to it than that. Expectations are normal to come into picture and it is only human to demand back love but it is somewhat depressing for me to let the fact sink in. I find it so disheartening that when you fail in love there are only two ways for you. Either be a devdas and wait endlessly for your love to come to you (which hardly happens and you end up wasting your life lamenting) or forget your past and find someone else to live with. One would ask me now that what could be any other solution to it. I know there is nothing else one could do and these are the only (if not only, the most common and known) solutions.
What I mean to convey here is that you love only when it is appreciated. Otherwise you don’t care and decide to shower the love on someone more worthy! The only condition for loving someone is that he values your love. If not, he does not deserve it. And being intelligent, pretty and lovable; all are superficial and inane concerns after that. Who would keep on loving a superstar beauty with brains if she does not even bother about it? NOBODY. Ha! People become so helpless if the person they love doesn’t even notice it. What else can they do??!!!?? Tragic, very tragic!
And for that reason, love is not as chaste as people frame it to be. You love, love for a purpose. And the purpose is to make the other person notice your love and return it to you. And things get fishy when you choose a person on his/ her abilities, talent and beauty, love them so that they can love you back!!! Of course there are many reasons for falling in love as I have mentioned in one of my previous posts that you fall in love for a reason (that is the first stage) but all become pointless in the subsequent level when you need to get back your love! If you don’t, you try looking for the same qualities in others or sometimes compromise with your demands. Hehehe…confusing concept. That is why I told in the beginning that it is such a litigious and discordant thing. If at all there could have been an option of not having to wait for receiving love in return, the root of all miseries would have vanished!
Anyways the bottom line is to appreciate the love you are given. So here, I thank everybody who loves me (god you too, I know you love me excessively). And please appreciate those who care for you because that is the only way you can be contented in your life! (or else they wont love you naaaa!!!!)
Ahh.. I got all confused when I read this in order to edit it before posting it. So I am simply posting it without debating further with myself and anyways my lethargic mind is in no mood to take any more pains.
What I mean to convey here is that you love only when it is appreciated. Otherwise you don’t care and decide to shower the love on someone more worthy! The only condition for loving someone is that he values your love. If not, he does not deserve it. And being intelligent, pretty and lovable; all are superficial and inane concerns after that. Who would keep on loving a superstar beauty with brains if she does not even bother about it? NOBODY. Ha! People become so helpless if the person they love doesn’t even notice it. What else can they do??!!!?? Tragic, very tragic!
And for that reason, love is not as chaste as people frame it to be. You love, love for a purpose. And the purpose is to make the other person notice your love and return it to you. And things get fishy when you choose a person on his/ her abilities, talent and beauty, love them so that they can love you back!!! Of course there are many reasons for falling in love as I have mentioned in one of my previous posts that you fall in love for a reason (that is the first stage) but all become pointless in the subsequent level when you need to get back your love! If you don’t, you try looking for the same qualities in others or sometimes compromise with your demands. Hehehe…confusing concept. That is why I told in the beginning that it is such a litigious and discordant thing. If at all there could have been an option of not having to wait for receiving love in return, the root of all miseries would have vanished!
Anyways the bottom line is to appreciate the love you are given. So here, I thank everybody who loves me (god you too, I know you love me excessively). And please appreciate those who care for you because that is the only way you can be contented in your life! (or else they wont love you naaaa!!!!)
Ahh.. I got all confused when I read this in order to edit it before posting it. So I am simply posting it without debating further with myself and anyways my lethargic mind is in no mood to take any more pains.
ME AGAIN!!
Hey!!!! Smiles, smiles and lots of smiles!!
Don’t know why I wrote this, just felt like! Life is such a great thing, and I truly treasure mine!!!!
Umm… seriously, as I always say, I am very lucky to be me! No particular reason for that statement…
Hmm… today I met one of our directors from brainsmiths and felt so glad after seeing him. He himself called out to me. Then surprisingly enquired whether I had been outside India for the past 4months. I nodded yes and immediately asked him how he got to know about it (obvious curiosity). For which he said that he had been reading my blog and from there got to know my whereabouts. I was so pleased to know that and am soo glad that more than handfuls read my blog and are genuinely interested to know about me! Well, that reminds me to thank Denish anna and Shivu anna for reading my blog and also commenting on my posts. Thanks everybody. For me, this is a great accomplishment.
Apart from that, I am finally having fun in Indore and am very pleased to see Indore in its original form. Met many of my friends in the two days I have been here or at least talked to them on phone. I arrived late in the evening day before yesterday so had time just to meet Simran and Ruhi (because they live nearby). But yesterday met Sanjana, Niyati and Abhishek! And today am going to meet Sonal and Vairali. And tomorrow Mayank, Amrit, Divya and Apoorva are lined up! It is so much fun to be here and to realize that so many people are eager to meet you since so long with so many stories waiting to be told! It feels wonderful to know that there are people who actually miss your presence and feel incomplete without telling you what’s been going in their life!
Hmm… just remembered that I had forgotten to mention some names in my thank you list. First of all, Rathi family who were the best neighbours in my lifetime. I feel so ashamed to have not mentioned them in my list. How could I have forgotten their names when I had even mentioned the silliest people in the world. Anyways, I really had a nice time with Kriti when she was a baby. I liked pampering her and acting to be her caretaker.
Hmm… apart from them, Zarin didi for spending some wonderful time with me even though you were Vidya akka’s friend. Ankita, for being a distant but supportive friend always.
Other than that what need to be told (need not be told if you meet me in person, because is pretty noticeable) is that I have become double the size I was three months earlier. Not a big feat though (hey don’t be suspicious I am not gaining weight because of any other reasons than food!!! I just re-read what I had written and the way I had specified 3moths was hilarious!). however I am not very body-conscious till now, still people embarrass me all the time frequently mentioning that I might have gained at least 5-10kgs. Some try putting the same thing with a flattering phrase saying, “pehle se achhi ho gayi hai!” but trust me it feels no better to hear that either. What really bugs me is that none of my clothes fit me anymore and now I am somehow managing with my sister’s old outfits. Today I got tired of wearing faded worn-out clothes so went out alone and shopped a little. Even that didn’t help much. It was frustrating to buy a bigger size than usual and then find myself at least 3-4 inches fatter whenever I surveyed myself in the mirror after putting on a new outfit! Ahh… no big deal. I will get used to this or to put it properly people will get used to see me like this because I am (like always) very comfortable under my skin! So no rona-dhona from my side!
Hahaha… this can easily be suitable for a would-be-momma to write.. everything written is so appropriate for it. Anyways don’t worry, long time before that happens!!
And yes, we are (again) shifting! And this time it is me who has to manage everything and take care that everything is transferred properly and then arrange everything there. So am quite busy for the next few days!
nothing else for now.. have to rush home... byeee!!
Don’t know why I wrote this, just felt like! Life is such a great thing, and I truly treasure mine!!!!
Umm… seriously, as I always say, I am very lucky to be me! No particular reason for that statement…
Hmm… today I met one of our directors from brainsmiths and felt so glad after seeing him. He himself called out to me. Then surprisingly enquired whether I had been outside India for the past 4months. I nodded yes and immediately asked him how he got to know about it (obvious curiosity). For which he said that he had been reading my blog and from there got to know my whereabouts. I was so pleased to know that and am soo glad that more than handfuls read my blog and are genuinely interested to know about me! Well, that reminds me to thank Denish anna and Shivu anna for reading my blog and also commenting on my posts. Thanks everybody. For me, this is a great accomplishment.
Apart from that, I am finally having fun in Indore and am very pleased to see Indore in its original form. Met many of my friends in the two days I have been here or at least talked to them on phone. I arrived late in the evening day before yesterday so had time just to meet Simran and Ruhi (because they live nearby). But yesterday met Sanjana, Niyati and Abhishek! And today am going to meet Sonal and Vairali. And tomorrow Mayank, Amrit, Divya and Apoorva are lined up! It is so much fun to be here and to realize that so many people are eager to meet you since so long with so many stories waiting to be told! It feels wonderful to know that there are people who actually miss your presence and feel incomplete without telling you what’s been going in their life!
Hmm… just remembered that I had forgotten to mention some names in my thank you list. First of all, Rathi family who were the best neighbours in my lifetime. I feel so ashamed to have not mentioned them in my list. How could I have forgotten their names when I had even mentioned the silliest people in the world. Anyways, I really had a nice time with Kriti when she was a baby. I liked pampering her and acting to be her caretaker.
Hmm… apart from them, Zarin didi for spending some wonderful time with me even though you were Vidya akka’s friend. Ankita, for being a distant but supportive friend always.
Other than that what need to be told (need not be told if you meet me in person, because is pretty noticeable) is that I have become double the size I was three months earlier. Not a big feat though (hey don’t be suspicious I am not gaining weight because of any other reasons than food!!! I just re-read what I had written and the way I had specified 3moths was hilarious!). however I am not very body-conscious till now, still people embarrass me all the time frequently mentioning that I might have gained at least 5-10kgs. Some try putting the same thing with a flattering phrase saying, “pehle se achhi ho gayi hai!” but trust me it feels no better to hear that either. What really bugs me is that none of my clothes fit me anymore and now I am somehow managing with my sister’s old outfits. Today I got tired of wearing faded worn-out clothes so went out alone and shopped a little. Even that didn’t help much. It was frustrating to buy a bigger size than usual and then find myself at least 3-4 inches fatter whenever I surveyed myself in the mirror after putting on a new outfit! Ahh… no big deal. I will get used to this or to put it properly people will get used to see me like this because I am (like always) very comfortable under my skin! So no rona-dhona from my side!
Hahaha… this can easily be suitable for a would-be-momma to write.. everything written is so appropriate for it. Anyways don’t worry, long time before that happens!!
And yes, we are (again) shifting! And this time it is me who has to manage everything and take care that everything is transferred properly and then arrange everything there. So am quite busy for the next few days!
nothing else for now.. have to rush home... byeee!!
Friday, July 11, 2008
my little dictionary!!
Hmm… so here let em introduce you all to my selected vocabulary of strange and unique words which you would frequently notice me saying.
• Hmmm : well this a perfect word when you have no opinion of yours or when you need more time to think about something. Can be used in different tones to convey different meanings. Also used when a person is lost dreamily in his or her own world. Even can be used to show anger in a very suppressed way (like my sisters used this word –hmm veryt firmly-to scold me in front of their friends.)
• Uff : a great word which can be used in times when something does not go the way you wanted or to deal with an unpleasant surprise!
• Ajeeb: when you are at a loss of words to describe a feeling or an object, this word comes for your rescue. When cornered and asked what is wrong, look around blankly and say kuch toh ajeeb hai and that is all.
• Hadhh hai: literal translation would mean crossing of limits. No more to be said about this word.
• Patahe: an ideal word to develop listener’s interest in what you are saying and making your talk spound very interesting and worth listening. Can be used before the beginning of a story or a tale.
• Ahhhh: can be used in different tones to express different feelings. Best used for expressing pain and irritation.
• Aha: just an addition ‘a’ and now the word can be used to expess interest or liking for an object.
• Naaa...: used to underline the word prior to it and to pressurize it. example: theek hai naaaa….
• Baba: again used for the same reason as the word above. Can also be used with naaa… example: theek hai naaaaa baba… note: this word can be interpreted by others as losing of patience.
• Areee yaar!!: this can be a typical indore word used in every other sentence! Kya yaar, aree yaar…
• Buddhu: usually used to refer the other person as dumb but can also be used (as I usually do) when there is excess flow of love! (when I am in extreme lovey-dovey mood I say,” buddhu dhor* dhakkan! Use toh naaa pakkad ke maaro!!) I know it sounds scary but those who know me very well are used to hearing this line.
• Waise: cant find proper words to describe this one. Hmmm…. Aree yaar! Uff!!! Haadh hai…. I am not explaining now.. khud samjh jao naaaa baba….
• Kuch bhi!!: can be generously used (two three times back to back)when you want to cut out other person’s talk if you find it pointless or irrelevant!
• Chotu baaaabbbby : (the word baby to be stretched in a high pitched voice till your throat aches): when you find somebody extremely cute or innocent. Can be followed by chunnu-munnu-jigli-migli-tikli-pikli-chona-mona-bimbili………………-baaaaaabbbbbby!!!
• Kuch nahi!: when you aren’t in the mood to talk, you can easily put an end to the conversation by saying this word for every question asked!
• Patanahi: can be used instead of patanahi, in relation to the context. Patanahi sounds more innocent than the previous word.
• Besharam: can be used to embarrass the other person. I know it sounds a little rude, but again if you know me well, you would not be offended.
• Batameezi: can be used in a sentence like, “ kyaaaa (stretched in high pitched voice) batameezi hai??? I use it with my friends when I am a little irritated in a fun way, (not much irritated-when I am extremely irritated I harldy open my mouth).
Okay. That is all I can remember now. I might edit this one, if I remember any other words which I liberally use!!!
* learnt this word from apoorva!
• Hmmm : well this a perfect word when you have no opinion of yours or when you need more time to think about something. Can be used in different tones to convey different meanings. Also used when a person is lost dreamily in his or her own world. Even can be used to show anger in a very suppressed way (like my sisters used this word –hmm veryt firmly-to scold me in front of their friends.)
• Uff : a great word which can be used in times when something does not go the way you wanted or to deal with an unpleasant surprise!
• Ajeeb: when you are at a loss of words to describe a feeling or an object, this word comes for your rescue. When cornered and asked what is wrong, look around blankly and say kuch toh ajeeb hai and that is all.
• Hadhh hai: literal translation would mean crossing of limits. No more to be said about this word.
• Patahe: an ideal word to develop listener’s interest in what you are saying and making your talk spound very interesting and worth listening. Can be used before the beginning of a story or a tale.
• Ahhhh: can be used in different tones to express different feelings. Best used for expressing pain and irritation.
• Aha: just an addition ‘a’ and now the word can be used to expess interest or liking for an object.
• Naaa...: used to underline the word prior to it and to pressurize it. example: theek hai naaaa….
• Baba: again used for the same reason as the word above. Can also be used with naaa… example: theek hai naaaaa baba… note: this word can be interpreted by others as losing of patience.
• Areee yaar!!: this can be a typical indore word used in every other sentence! Kya yaar, aree yaar…
• Buddhu: usually used to refer the other person as dumb but can also be used (as I usually do) when there is excess flow of love! (when I am in extreme lovey-dovey mood I say,” buddhu dhor* dhakkan! Use toh naaa pakkad ke maaro!!) I know it sounds scary but those who know me very well are used to hearing this line.
• Waise: cant find proper words to describe this one. Hmmm…. Aree yaar! Uff!!! Haadh hai…. I am not explaining now.. khud samjh jao naaaa baba….
• Kuch bhi!!: can be generously used (two three times back to back)when you want to cut out other person’s talk if you find it pointless or irrelevant!
• Chotu baaaabbbby : (the word baby to be stretched in a high pitched voice till your throat aches): when you find somebody extremely cute or innocent. Can be followed by chunnu-munnu-jigli-migli-tikli-pikli-chona-mona-bimbili………………-baaaaaabbbbbby!!!
• Kuch nahi!: when you aren’t in the mood to talk, you can easily put an end to the conversation by saying this word for every question asked!
• Patanahi: can be used instead of patanahi, in relation to the context. Patanahi sounds more innocent than the previous word.
• Besharam: can be used to embarrass the other person. I know it sounds a little rude, but again if you know me well, you would not be offended.
• Batameezi: can be used in a sentence like, “ kyaaaa (stretched in high pitched voice) batameezi hai??? I use it with my friends when I am a little irritated in a fun way, (not much irritated-when I am extremely irritated I harldy open my mouth).
Okay. That is all I can remember now. I might edit this one, if I remember any other words which I liberally use!!!
* learnt this word from apoorva!
Indoreeee!!!
Continued…
Hmm… so finally reached indore!!! Par yeh kya??? Maine jaise socha tha, indore was nothing like that. Dhum!!!! I had anticipated indore to be the same indore, sweet indore!!!
But the day I landed, was the first day of the week long curfew in Indore! :(
Kyaaaa yaar… haadh hai. Mera pyara indore!
Was soooo disappointed and depressed to see indore like that. Indore is not the city for riots! It is thw city where you just to enjoy life!
I had always thought that people in indore can do nothing else but EAT.. with all those chat streets which have incomparable unbeatable chats! People were always so peaceful (if not peaceful, atleast dumb to create havoc with pointless riots). Achanak kya huaaaaaa????
And that too, for an issue which was least connected to Indore. If the riot was for that amaranth-jammu issue, why was Indore even be bothered by it??? Why was my city reacting so aggressively to an issue which wasnt even remotely related to it while there were riots nowhere else. And religion was never a problem in Indore. Muslims were never focused much; all the attention was taken by the huge population of jainis and marathis living there.
What could be the reason??? Well, some say it is politics. Indore wants to be in spot light!!! Ahh….. nooooooo……. Don’t say that! Elections are close by!!! Or maybe there is too much of migration of illiterate people from nearby villages and small towns.
Whatever the reason maybe, it was really painful to see indore like that. Plus I felt even sad to see messages on orkut that said people are bored of the curfew. Ahh… curfews or no curfews- everything is not just for your entertainment. I am sad not because I am bored that I couldn’t do anything for a week, but sad because it hurts to see my own city coming in bad light. Please indore be the very indore I want it to be when I go back this time.. love u lots and lots mera pyalaaaa pyalaaaa indore!!
Hmm… so finally reached indore!!! Par yeh kya??? Maine jaise socha tha, indore was nothing like that. Dhum!!!! I had anticipated indore to be the same indore, sweet indore!!!
But the day I landed, was the first day of the week long curfew in Indore! :(
Kyaaaa yaar… haadh hai. Mera pyara indore!
Was soooo disappointed and depressed to see indore like that. Indore is not the city for riots! It is thw city where you just to enjoy life!
I had always thought that people in indore can do nothing else but EAT.. with all those chat streets which have incomparable unbeatable chats! People were always so peaceful (if not peaceful, atleast dumb to create havoc with pointless riots). Achanak kya huaaaaaa????
And that too, for an issue which was least connected to Indore. If the riot was for that amaranth-jammu issue, why was Indore even be bothered by it??? Why was my city reacting so aggressively to an issue which wasnt even remotely related to it while there were riots nowhere else. And religion was never a problem in Indore. Muslims were never focused much; all the attention was taken by the huge population of jainis and marathis living there.
What could be the reason??? Well, some say it is politics. Indore wants to be in spot light!!! Ahh….. nooooooo……. Don’t say that! Elections are close by!!! Or maybe there is too much of migration of illiterate people from nearby villages and small towns.
Whatever the reason maybe, it was really painful to see indore like that. Plus I felt even sad to see messages on orkut that said people are bored of the curfew. Ahh… curfews or no curfews- everything is not just for your entertainment. I am sad not because I am bored that I couldn’t do anything for a week, but sad because it hurts to see my own city coming in bad light. Please indore be the very indore I want it to be when I go back this time.. love u lots and lots mera pyalaaaa pyalaaaa indore!!
MY JOURNEY BACK TO INDIA!
Hey people!!!
Hii.. long time since I posted anything!!!! But seriously I really had no time at all to write anything though million of thoughts kept running in my mind which I wanted to write about. Hmm… first of all I am back from Germany and surprisingly missing it a lot! Ahh… !!! Maybe one of the reasons could be that I had nothing much to do there but here because of my sister’s wedding had to run around a lot! Hmm… wow! My sister’s wedding. Well I have much to write about it so I will write a separate post for it!
So, I mentioned that I have been missing Germany since I came back. Actually nothing much but it is just that I still keep converting Ruppees into Euros and Euros into Rupees, going back three and a half hours whenever I look at the watch. Now that I am back in india I don’t have to wash the plates after my meals but whenever I put my dirty plates in the wash basin I feel extremely uncomfortable to not wash it myself. But the funniest incident was a couple if days ago when I was walking on the road, apparently lost. And then, I look up to glance at the Punjab National Bank in the corner. As soon as I looked at it, I bounced excitedly, shouting, “Wow! Dekho yaha bhi Punjab National Bank hai” , much to everybody’s amusement. Then Deepti Didi mused that “ Yes! Punjab National Bank sirf Punjab mein nahi hai par throughout India hai. Hmm.. Actually I was so lost in my thoughts that when I looked at Punjab National Bank, I still had in mind that I was in Germany and got excited to see an Indian bank’s branch there. !!! hehe… well inertia of mind I suppose! And considering the big fat mind I have, it will take some time to move on.
Well... as soon as I landed in India I had a really tough time. Actually I had a connecting flight to Indore in 2hours after I landed in Mumbai. And in that little time, I had to get down from the plane, clear the immigration jhanjhat, collect my luggage (which took quite some time), and then take a taxi to the domestic airport. And seriously the mumbaiya people made it almost impossible for me to get there on time. Unfortunately I was seated very far from the exit, so even getting out of the airplane took 15minutes. Plus I had a heavy guitar bag, a heavier hand-luggage and a handbag which made me halt in every 10steps I took. So limping all my way to the immigration office with the three luggages (and yes two jackets which refused to fit in my bags) I waited for another 15minutes for my turn to come (there was a long long queue ahead). Then I hurried to collect my another 25kg bag (which unluckily was boarded early in the flight so came late). So then I wanted to rush out of the international airport as soon as possible. But then, the next bus to the domestic airport was after 30minutes so I had to take a prepaid taxi. Being a careless girl, I just had 40rs as Indian currency, rest all in euros. And the prepaid raxi counter refused to take a credit card. So then I had to hurry and exchange some euros for rupees go back to the counter (my luggage was still a major problem and consumed more of my time than needed) took a taxi and hurried outside. 7.40 already and my flight was at 8.30am.
I spotted my taxi and asked him to take me to the domestic airport at the earliest to which he said it will at least take 30minutes to reach there!!!! OMG!!!! By then it would be 8.10 and the check in would have stopped. Still I told him to take me to the airport (afterall I had paid for it) while I weeped miserably in the back seat. Reached there at 7.50!!!! thank you jee bhaiya! Hurried to the check in for kingfisher-deccan airways and (well. I forgot to mention one thing. I could have taken the connecting bus from international airport to the domestic one but I had misplaced my flight tickets. And they don’t let you get inside unless you show them a ticket of a national flight. So I had gone to the kingfisher office there to get another print-out of my ticket but ha, there was an extremely dumb lady sitting at the counter who knew nothing about getting things done. So I was stuck with her for nearly 20minutes before she told me that she wasn’t able to trace my ticket details. Furious with my luck, I took the taxi).
Hmm… so, I reached the airport, hurried to the kingfisher-deccan airways counter, got my ticket print out done and hurried inside to check in my luggage! Not the end of the story dear readers (Readers!!! Hahaha… only my sisters read my blog, and two of them already know the story, so this one is exclusively for you u V akka!!!!) since I had an international flight prior to it, my luggage weight exceeded the amount of weight I could carry in national flights. But usually if you show them an international floght ticket, they don’t chare you for the additional baggage. But the lady charged me 1200rs for the excess weight! 1200rs (20eu!!).. I was determined not to pay that amount of money (because I didn’t have that much). I just had (hehehehe sheepish smile) 250rs. So I told the lady that I wasn’t carrying 1200rs but only 600rs.(I wasn’t lying, I thought I had 600rs) so she asked me to pay at least 600rs. (time: 7.55-8.05). I quickly opened my wallet to see only 250rs there. She was agitated when I told her that I had just 250rs but I quickly offered to pay 600rs by credit card! So she said if I am paying by credit card then I should be paying 1200rs. Whatever! Just let me get into the flight now. I am too tired to argue. I went to pay at a separate counter with my credit card and luckily the credit card machine wasn’t working. Though at that moment I thought it to be the worst thing to happen and started crying not knowing what else to do. (uaaaa uaa uaaa, I will be missing my flight now!!!) but finally the other lady, seeing me cry just charged me 200rs and told me to keep atleast 50rs for later use. Aha! I was finally not going to miss the flight. I went to the security check in and there the lady suspected my guitar bag and asked me to open it. I opened it as fast as I could (time: 8.10- 8.15 I suppose) and assured her that there was nothing illegal inside. Still hahaha she wanted to break open the guitar for confirmation!!! Zaroor se!! no problem at all.. after all it wasn’t my guitar!!! even though I always said that I will give back the guitar in pieces ti naim, I didn’t mean it. I was responsible to take it back properly. Hmm… whatever. I stared scarily at that lady forcing her to let me go with no more problems. Finally boarded the flight and and and rrrrreeeeeeaaaaaaccccchhhhhheeeeeeeeedddddd INDORE!!!! Indore indore indore!!!! My love indore!!!!
NEXT POST coz I have something really important to say!
Hii.. long time since I posted anything!!!! But seriously I really had no time at all to write anything though million of thoughts kept running in my mind which I wanted to write about. Hmm… first of all I am back from Germany and surprisingly missing it a lot! Ahh… !!! Maybe one of the reasons could be that I had nothing much to do there but here because of my sister’s wedding had to run around a lot! Hmm… wow! My sister’s wedding. Well I have much to write about it so I will write a separate post for it!
So, I mentioned that I have been missing Germany since I came back. Actually nothing much but it is just that I still keep converting Ruppees into Euros and Euros into Rupees, going back three and a half hours whenever I look at the watch. Now that I am back in india I don’t have to wash the plates after my meals but whenever I put my dirty plates in the wash basin I feel extremely uncomfortable to not wash it myself. But the funniest incident was a couple if days ago when I was walking on the road, apparently lost. And then, I look up to glance at the Punjab National Bank in the corner. As soon as I looked at it, I bounced excitedly, shouting, “Wow! Dekho yaha bhi Punjab National Bank hai” , much to everybody’s amusement. Then Deepti Didi mused that “ Yes! Punjab National Bank sirf Punjab mein nahi hai par throughout India hai. Hmm.. Actually I was so lost in my thoughts that when I looked at Punjab National Bank, I still had in mind that I was in Germany and got excited to see an Indian bank’s branch there. !!! hehe… well inertia of mind I suppose! And considering the big fat mind I have, it will take some time to move on.
Well... as soon as I landed in India I had a really tough time. Actually I had a connecting flight to Indore in 2hours after I landed in Mumbai. And in that little time, I had to get down from the plane, clear the immigration jhanjhat, collect my luggage (which took quite some time), and then take a taxi to the domestic airport. And seriously the mumbaiya people made it almost impossible for me to get there on time. Unfortunately I was seated very far from the exit, so even getting out of the airplane took 15minutes. Plus I had a heavy guitar bag, a heavier hand-luggage and a handbag which made me halt in every 10steps I took. So limping all my way to the immigration office with the three luggages (and yes two jackets which refused to fit in my bags) I waited for another 15minutes for my turn to come (there was a long long queue ahead). Then I hurried to collect my another 25kg bag (which unluckily was boarded early in the flight so came late). So then I wanted to rush out of the international airport as soon as possible. But then, the next bus to the domestic airport was after 30minutes so I had to take a prepaid taxi. Being a careless girl, I just had 40rs as Indian currency, rest all in euros. And the prepaid raxi counter refused to take a credit card. So then I had to hurry and exchange some euros for rupees go back to the counter (my luggage was still a major problem and consumed more of my time than needed) took a taxi and hurried outside. 7.40 already and my flight was at 8.30am.
I spotted my taxi and asked him to take me to the domestic airport at the earliest to which he said it will at least take 30minutes to reach there!!!! OMG!!!! By then it would be 8.10 and the check in would have stopped. Still I told him to take me to the airport (afterall I had paid for it) while I weeped miserably in the back seat. Reached there at 7.50!!!! thank you jee bhaiya! Hurried to the check in for kingfisher-deccan airways and (well. I forgot to mention one thing. I could have taken the connecting bus from international airport to the domestic one but I had misplaced my flight tickets. And they don’t let you get inside unless you show them a ticket of a national flight. So I had gone to the kingfisher office there to get another print-out of my ticket but ha, there was an extremely dumb lady sitting at the counter who knew nothing about getting things done. So I was stuck with her for nearly 20minutes before she told me that she wasn’t able to trace my ticket details. Furious with my luck, I took the taxi).
Hmm… so, I reached the airport, hurried to the kingfisher-deccan airways counter, got my ticket print out done and hurried inside to check in my luggage! Not the end of the story dear readers (Readers!!! Hahaha… only my sisters read my blog, and two of them already know the story, so this one is exclusively for you u V akka!!!!) since I had an international flight prior to it, my luggage weight exceeded the amount of weight I could carry in national flights. But usually if you show them an international floght ticket, they don’t chare you for the additional baggage. But the lady charged me 1200rs for the excess weight! 1200rs (20eu!!).. I was determined not to pay that amount of money (because I didn’t have that much). I just had (hehehehe sheepish smile) 250rs. So I told the lady that I wasn’t carrying 1200rs but only 600rs.(I wasn’t lying, I thought I had 600rs) so she asked me to pay at least 600rs. (time: 7.55-8.05). I quickly opened my wallet to see only 250rs there. She was agitated when I told her that I had just 250rs but I quickly offered to pay 600rs by credit card! So she said if I am paying by credit card then I should be paying 1200rs. Whatever! Just let me get into the flight now. I am too tired to argue. I went to pay at a separate counter with my credit card and luckily the credit card machine wasn’t working. Though at that moment I thought it to be the worst thing to happen and started crying not knowing what else to do. (uaaaa uaa uaaa, I will be missing my flight now!!!) but finally the other lady, seeing me cry just charged me 200rs and told me to keep atleast 50rs for later use. Aha! I was finally not going to miss the flight. I went to the security check in and there the lady suspected my guitar bag and asked me to open it. I opened it as fast as I could (time: 8.10- 8.15 I suppose) and assured her that there was nothing illegal inside. Still hahaha she wanted to break open the guitar for confirmation!!! Zaroor se!! no problem at all.. after all it wasn’t my guitar!!! even though I always said that I will give back the guitar in pieces ti naim, I didn’t mean it. I was responsible to take it back properly. Hmm… whatever. I stared scarily at that lady forcing her to let me go with no more problems. Finally boarded the flight and and and rrrrreeeeeeaaaaaaccccchhhhhheeeeeeeeedddddd INDORE!!!! Indore indore indore!!!! My love indore!!!!
NEXT POST coz I have something really important to say!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Is it just me?
Is it just me?!?!
Or do you also remember our endless talks for many sleepless nights,
And our conversations which used to end up in silly love fights.
Do you miss the times when we held each other’s hands?
Or the sunshine when we walked on rough sands.
Have you kept the poems I had written for you,
Or cherish the memories of our relationship which we thought was everlasting and true!
Do you remember the smile on my face whenever you were around?
And when I call out to you loud, do you hear faintest of the sound?
Do you miss me when you look at the twinkling stars in the sky?
Or sometimes desperately feel to give ‘us’ another try!
Do you ever look at the photos of us together and silently smile?
Or feel incomplete without having me in your life?
Do you lose track of time while blankly staring at the wall?
Or wait for long hours near the phone, expecting my call?
Do you ever listen to the songs you had dedicated to me under the mango tree?
And does this silence pain you as much as it pains me?
Do you ever miss playing with the locks of my hair?
Do you ever get lost in the crowd, hoping to find me somewhere?
Do you ever dream to see the sunset with me again?
Or long to curl up with me whenever it rains?
Do you ever wish to hold me tight on a windy weather?
Do you also pray every second for us to be together?
Or is it just me?
Or do you also remember our endless talks for many sleepless nights,
And our conversations which used to end up in silly love fights.
Do you miss the times when we held each other’s hands?
Or the sunshine when we walked on rough sands.
Have you kept the poems I had written for you,
Or cherish the memories of our relationship which we thought was everlasting and true!
Do you remember the smile on my face whenever you were around?
And when I call out to you loud, do you hear faintest of the sound?
Do you miss me when you look at the twinkling stars in the sky?
Or sometimes desperately feel to give ‘us’ another try!
Do you ever look at the photos of us together and silently smile?
Or feel incomplete without having me in your life?
Do you lose track of time while blankly staring at the wall?
Or wait for long hours near the phone, expecting my call?
Do you ever listen to the songs you had dedicated to me under the mango tree?
And does this silence pain you as much as it pains me?
Do you ever miss playing with the locks of my hair?
Do you ever get lost in the crowd, hoping to find me somewhere?
Do you ever dream to see the sunset with me again?
Or long to curl up with me whenever it rains?
Do you ever wish to hold me tight on a windy weather?
Do you also pray every second for us to be together?
Or is it just me?
Sunday, June 15, 2008
when haryana meets tamilnadu!
Well, everybody doubts whether I am mentally normal or not. Here is a proof that I am not!!! Today, vikarn and I had totally lost our minds somewhere. Here is the result of it... Our conversation!
vikarn: oi ladeeeej...whats is ups
GAYATRI...: hehehehe......... hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii vikarn!!!!
chinimini mummmmu muu....
bada shona bada pyara hai tu....
isliye aaj kehti hu i love u
kaha na love u ab u love me too...
vikarn: love u toooooooooooooooooooooo...threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...fourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, fiveeeeeeeeee, aur countin na aave mujhe
GAYATRI...: uffff..pyar kiya kaise gavar se!!!
vikarn: to chori aur ke bolooon hum? hum tumse lub karte hain hehehe
GAYATRI...: mishtake ho gayee jee.......
hum aapko nahi jante....
aapka proposal hum nahi mante....
vikarn: nahiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn tum humre saath aisi sainsafi nahin kar sakat. hum tumhaari rapat likwaaaooonga
GAYATRI...: ayyyyyyooooo raaamaaaa....
yennadaaa rascal!!!! mind it!!
vikarn: haye, isi ada par to hm mar jaavat hoon...aur tum, dokheeebaaj, dil toda maaahara
GAYATRI...: ayooo tum kawun jee? hum nai jaaanta tumko..
tum humko tang nahi kar sakta ayise,,, samjha tum.....
vikarn: haye meri janwa..tum hi to ho meri gulaab jamunwa..kaise chodoon hum
GAYATRI...: humko dar lagta... kashtakalomein..... ayo rama... muruganaaaaaa.... tum nahi samjhta. humari shadi ho gayi.. hum kuch nahi kar sakta.... muthuswami pasand nahi karta tumko..
vikarn: hum apni bhaise ki kasam khaakar bolat hain, hum lub karte hain, kuchh bhe kar sakat hain, muthu ya jo bhi tum bolat ho, humko ok, jusht shay yesh
GAYATRI...: ayooo..... yas... yas.... i lowe you.... yell wo we yeee wala love !!!
vikarn: ke bolat ho humri jaan, ke angreji jhaadat ho? humko na samajh aaye ye bade logon ki bhaasa
GAYATRI...: wohhh mai goud!!
hum kehta ki hum pyar karta tumko....
vikarn: gooodz...gratz. haan baiby, hum bhi angreji bolat hain, samjha ke hai tumne. chalo letsh goz aur bhivaah karat hain
GAYATRI...: woh ke.... woh ke....
vikarn: oi ladeeeej...whats is ups
GAYATRI...: hehehehe......... hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii vikarn!!!!
chinimini mummmmu muu....
bada shona bada pyara hai tu....
isliye aaj kehti hu i love u
kaha na love u ab u love me too...
vikarn: love u toooooooooooooooooooooo...threeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...fourrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, fiveeeeeeeeee, aur countin na aave mujhe
GAYATRI...: uffff..pyar kiya kaise gavar se!!!
vikarn: to chori aur ke bolooon hum? hum tumse lub karte hain hehehe
GAYATRI...: mishtake ho gayee jee.......
hum aapko nahi jante....
aapka proposal hum nahi mante....
vikarn: nahiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn tum humre saath aisi sainsafi nahin kar sakat. hum tumhaari rapat likwaaaooonga
GAYATRI...: ayyyyyyooooo raaamaaaa....
yennadaaa rascal!!!! mind it!!
vikarn: haye, isi ada par to hm mar jaavat hoon...aur tum, dokheeebaaj, dil toda maaahara
GAYATRI...: ayooo tum kawun jee? hum nai jaaanta tumko..
tum humko tang nahi kar sakta ayise,,, samjha tum.....
vikarn: haye meri janwa..tum hi to ho meri gulaab jamunwa..kaise chodoon hum
GAYATRI...: humko dar lagta... kashtakalomein..... ayo rama... muruganaaaaaa.... tum nahi samjhta. humari shadi ho gayi.. hum kuch nahi kar sakta.... muthuswami pasand nahi karta tumko..
vikarn: hum apni bhaise ki kasam khaakar bolat hain, hum lub karte hain, kuchh bhe kar sakat hain, muthu ya jo bhi tum bolat ho, humko ok, jusht shay yesh
GAYATRI...: ayooo..... yas... yas.... i lowe you.... yell wo we yeee wala love !!!
vikarn: ke bolat ho humri jaan, ke angreji jhaadat ho? humko na samajh aaye ye bade logon ki bhaasa
GAYATRI...: wohhh mai goud!!
hum kehta ki hum pyar karta tumko....
vikarn: gooodz...gratz. haan baiby, hum bhi angreji bolat hain, samjha ke hai tumne. chalo letsh goz aur bhivaah karat hain
GAYATRI...: woh ke.... woh ke....
Thursday, June 12, 2008
A page from Jennifer's diary!
I was heart-broken and shattered when I had failed to find love for me in the eyes of the one I loved. I felt insecure and exposed to the harsh world. I wanted to protect myself from getting hurt in love. I thought the best way for it would be to hibernate, to cover myself in a tough shell, a shell of protection around me which ensured that nobody could get close enough to hurt me.
But maybe pain is inevitable. The shell around me started diluting in Peter’s presence. Instead of being the tough girl I was, I started being delicate whenever he was around, for him to take care of me. I considered him to be special and magical to have been able to break my wall of insecurity.
I never knew or realised but in no time I had totally linked myself to him. He was the only reason for my happiness and his happiness was my only concern. And gradually he became my weakness. Maybe he realised it too. Unaware or aware of it, he started using this for his advantage, for his convenience.
Initially I had no problem with it. I just wanted to be with him. But as time went on, it became really hard for me to manage his mood shifts and work accordingly. I was losing my identity. I was not an individual anymore, everything I had was his. “I” was his! Completely.
The worst part of the situation was that he knew that I was nothing without him and I knew that I was nothing for him. It was a painful comprehension. He started becoming increasingly agitated at simple things and I constantly felt like a burden on him. It was as if I was pleading him to stay with me while he was merely doing me a favour by being there. What hurt the most was that whenever I tried voicing it out I was entirely blamed for all the spats in our relationship. I was accused guilty for all the quarrels and distances.
I constantly suffered for not being me, for always stopping myself to let out my feelings, for persistently trying to somehow work out the relationship and for continually failing to do so.
Maybe I had overdone it when he was not prepared for it. Or maybe it was the other way round.
Whatever the case was, we had failed to reach out to each other as we had expected and had left a gap in between us which was almost impossible to fill in. We were falling apart. Both of us were helpless. We had to separate our ways. It was really painful. By that time he had become a part of me without whom I was incomplete. I was difficult for me to tear myself away from him.
I lost count of the days after that when I hibernated myself before I could move on. I could not stop tears from rolling out of my eyes. My own tears felt like burning flames on my cheeks and like bullets when the dropped off from the bottom of my chin after clinging there for a long time. As each day passed, I felt completely drained out with no hope to get my life going. That was an abrupt unexpected pause in my life and everything around me seemed static.
I was wounded when I first fell in love but Peter had given me hope that it would not happen again. Peter had healed me from my first wound only to be again scathed, ripped apart, leaving me more miserable than before. When I had somehow adjusted myself to the loneliness, he came into my life to show me the wonders of love, giving me a reason to live and then suddenly shattered all my dreams to bitter truth.
I still am grateful to Peter for lifting me up when I had fallen from great expectations of my first love but he always made me realise the fact that he was the reason for my happiness. He took credit for all my happiness. I was sensitive to his regular reminders that I was incomplete without him.
But all that is past. I have come over all of it now. There is again warmth inside my heart. I have learnt to live life now. I have removed all the barriers, all the walls around me which had previously restricted me to trust people and connect to them. Now I make sure that there is never only one person I am attached to, only one reason for my happiness. I have learnt to occupy myself with more than one person so that there is always support beneath me. Moreover I have learnt to support myself.
I have realised that I should not lean entirely on a single being making it difficult for him to bear the weight.
More importantly I have forgiven Peter for whatever happened in the past, because it was partly his fault and partly mine. So we should share the blame too.
But maybe pain is inevitable. The shell around me started diluting in Peter’s presence. Instead of being the tough girl I was, I started being delicate whenever he was around, for him to take care of me. I considered him to be special and magical to have been able to break my wall of insecurity.
I never knew or realised but in no time I had totally linked myself to him. He was the only reason for my happiness and his happiness was my only concern. And gradually he became my weakness. Maybe he realised it too. Unaware or aware of it, he started using this for his advantage, for his convenience.
Initially I had no problem with it. I just wanted to be with him. But as time went on, it became really hard for me to manage his mood shifts and work accordingly. I was losing my identity. I was not an individual anymore, everything I had was his. “I” was his! Completely.
The worst part of the situation was that he knew that I was nothing without him and I knew that I was nothing for him. It was a painful comprehension. He started becoming increasingly agitated at simple things and I constantly felt like a burden on him. It was as if I was pleading him to stay with me while he was merely doing me a favour by being there. What hurt the most was that whenever I tried voicing it out I was entirely blamed for all the spats in our relationship. I was accused guilty for all the quarrels and distances.
I constantly suffered for not being me, for always stopping myself to let out my feelings, for persistently trying to somehow work out the relationship and for continually failing to do so.
Maybe I had overdone it when he was not prepared for it. Or maybe it was the other way round.
Whatever the case was, we had failed to reach out to each other as we had expected and had left a gap in between us which was almost impossible to fill in. We were falling apart. Both of us were helpless. We had to separate our ways. It was really painful. By that time he had become a part of me without whom I was incomplete. I was difficult for me to tear myself away from him.
I lost count of the days after that when I hibernated myself before I could move on. I could not stop tears from rolling out of my eyes. My own tears felt like burning flames on my cheeks and like bullets when the dropped off from the bottom of my chin after clinging there for a long time. As each day passed, I felt completely drained out with no hope to get my life going. That was an abrupt unexpected pause in my life and everything around me seemed static.
I was wounded when I first fell in love but Peter had given me hope that it would not happen again. Peter had healed me from my first wound only to be again scathed, ripped apart, leaving me more miserable than before. When I had somehow adjusted myself to the loneliness, he came into my life to show me the wonders of love, giving me a reason to live and then suddenly shattered all my dreams to bitter truth.
I still am grateful to Peter for lifting me up when I had fallen from great expectations of my first love but he always made me realise the fact that he was the reason for my happiness. He took credit for all my happiness. I was sensitive to his regular reminders that I was incomplete without him.
But all that is past. I have come over all of it now. There is again warmth inside my heart. I have learnt to live life now. I have removed all the barriers, all the walls around me which had previously restricted me to trust people and connect to them. Now I make sure that there is never only one person I am attached to, only one reason for my happiness. I have learnt to occupy myself with more than one person so that there is always support beneath me. Moreover I have learnt to support myself.
I have realised that I should not lean entirely on a single being making it difficult for him to bear the weight.
More importantly I have forgiven Peter for whatever happened in the past, because it was partly his fault and partly mine. So we should share the blame too.
Monday, June 9, 2008
what is new?!?!
Ahh… so long since i posted anything…. I had sooooo many things to write about but I guess I was too busy or maybe lazy.
Well….. hmmm…. I am actually confused what to write about, so many thoughts running in my mind… actually making a mess out there!
Ok… today I will be writing more than a post… so here is a quick review of what all I will be writing today ( and that will help me in getting a better view and deciding what to write first!)
Ahh… I want to write a small little silly poem…. Then, a post about what all has changed because of me coming to Germany and then there is also a story I wrote long ago, still waiting to be posted. Other than that I want to write about the frustration I had gone through some time ago and also about one irritating thing which I think I will be careful enough not to mention on my blog but mail it to my family! Hmm…
Hehehe… so maybe I will start off with the easiest thing and that is the poem! Ahh… well… please don’t bang your heads after reading this one!
“There is a guy, I like him a lot!
Maybe he loves me too, maybe he does not!
Or maybe in his mind he has the same thought,
Maybe she loves me maybe she does not!
Hehehehe……
More such poems are still there to be uploaded…. Some other time maybe, I don’t want to torture my readers away!
Ok… so now comes the list of things which for me have changed (maybe because of my trip to Deutschland). It also includes the things I have learnt here.
Hmm…
• First of all, I got an international experience in every way. Got to know so much not only about Germany, but also (thanks to intercultural management classes) about Mexico, France, Poland, china, Tibet, Indonesia and many other countries.
• Ahh….. Germany Germany Germany…. I know every single thing about it. The history, geography (including the 16states) and also politics. Nowadays I am also reading a book or paperwork on Deutschland (which is not a part of my course) for my own curiosity and also to be able to answer the brainstorming questions from the geniuses of my family about the country. I know my family is surely expecting me to come back home knowing the country A-Z… don’t worry I will be prepared. Ask me anything and you will be the one who will suffer!!!! Muaahhhaaaaaahaaahaaahaaaa!!!
• And people, I know a new language…. Not completely but still atleast I can understand if not talk myself! And I am proud to tell you all that I have quite a decent vocabulary!!!
• Hmm…. Now I know all the rules of fussball, football for all fools who don’t know deutsch!!! Hehehe
• Also got to visit the country side which was extremely interesting!
• Ahh…. The next two points are really interesting! PAY ATTENTION! I can now identify the flags of germany, Poland, italy, mexico, china, france!!! Well that is a big achievement for me, considering that I am extremely poor at GK!
• Hmm… the best part! Ahh… now my crush list goes international with me having a crush on a Mexican, an Egyptian and also a polish!!! Hehehe
• And well, I have gone in several barbeque parties by now!!! Enjoyed partly because all I had to eat was bread and salat… occasionally sheep-cheese and last time I had potatoes which had no flavour to it.
• Hmm… I won 70eu in a COOKING COMPETITION!!! Beat that!
• I got to see soooo many places!!! My photo album is now amazing and worth people’s envy! Hmm… I have become a pakka wala tourist now. Can stay without food for days, walk for miles, sleep at some dingy place and take as many photos as you can… and also READ A MAP!!!!
• I totally got the experience of living alone. Even in hostels everything was taken care of. Here you have to do it all by yourself…. Plus you have to buy all the stuff for kitchen and actually cook whenever you are hungry! The way we talk at home is totally like the way uncles and aunties would!! Sounds so funny!
• Hey how can I forget! I got a new lovely name here!! GYESLI!!! Ahh…. I love that name… adds to my list of nick-names!
• Ahh… and I got introduced to the best thing in the world!! CHOCO NUSSA!!!! Whoever invented that must have lived for more than 100years… hundert jahre alt!!
• Got as many treats as never before...!!! Bless pavam neeta ma’am!
• And yes…. I got myself adjusted to the deutsch keyboard!!! Guess I will have some problems after coming back! Things have certainly changed!
• I got the opportunity to finally buy something for my family! All my life it has always been them who got me things! Now is my chance to show how much they mean to me!!! Well, don’t expect a treasure in my bag…. It is the love you will have to manage with… nothing else, ok?!?!?
• Well, and finally the most important point. It made me connect with my family better. When I landed here, I was too excited that I mailed everybody mentioning the tiniest of detail. I never used to do that in India. And I was extremely happy with their positive response too. Guess, they also might have been equally surprised by that mail. And the mail-sessions still continue…. I now feel restless if I don’t update them about every single thing. And I also have realised how much I talk about them. I usually have no other topic to talk about. Earlier, my videshi sisters never had an idea about what was happening in my life so usually panicked about my life. Now that they know everything they are a huge support!!!
• And well, lets not forget, it gave me topic to write on, right?!?! Richtig?!?!?
Das ist alles!!!! No other point I can think of for now….. no tchus, because I still have two more posts to write (how can you forget what I had written in the beginning?!!?1 you are such a bad reader!!!!)
Well….. hmmm…. I am actually confused what to write about, so many thoughts running in my mind… actually making a mess out there!
Ok… today I will be writing more than a post… so here is a quick review of what all I will be writing today ( and that will help me in getting a better view and deciding what to write first!)
Ahh… I want to write a small little silly poem…. Then, a post about what all has changed because of me coming to Germany and then there is also a story I wrote long ago, still waiting to be posted. Other than that I want to write about the frustration I had gone through some time ago and also about one irritating thing which I think I will be careful enough not to mention on my blog but mail it to my family! Hmm…
Hehehe… so maybe I will start off with the easiest thing and that is the poem! Ahh… well… please don’t bang your heads after reading this one!
“There is a guy, I like him a lot!
Maybe he loves me too, maybe he does not!
Or maybe in his mind he has the same thought,
Maybe she loves me maybe she does not!
Hehehehe……
More such poems are still there to be uploaded…. Some other time maybe, I don’t want to torture my readers away!
Ok… so now comes the list of things which for me have changed (maybe because of my trip to Deutschland). It also includes the things I have learnt here.
Hmm…
• First of all, I got an international experience in every way. Got to know so much not only about Germany, but also (thanks to intercultural management classes) about Mexico, France, Poland, china, Tibet, Indonesia and many other countries.
• Ahh….. Germany Germany Germany…. I know every single thing about it. The history, geography (including the 16states) and also politics. Nowadays I am also reading a book or paperwork on Deutschland (which is not a part of my course) for my own curiosity and also to be able to answer the brainstorming questions from the geniuses of my family about the country. I know my family is surely expecting me to come back home knowing the country A-Z… don’t worry I will be prepared. Ask me anything and you will be the one who will suffer!!!! Muaahhhaaaaaahaaahaaahaaaa!!!
• And people, I know a new language…. Not completely but still atleast I can understand if not talk myself! And I am proud to tell you all that I have quite a decent vocabulary!!!
• Hmm…. Now I know all the rules of fussball, football for all fools who don’t know deutsch!!! Hehehe
• Also got to visit the country side which was extremely interesting!
• Ahh…. The next two points are really interesting! PAY ATTENTION! I can now identify the flags of germany, Poland, italy, mexico, china, france!!! Well that is a big achievement for me, considering that I am extremely poor at GK!
• Hmm… the best part! Ahh… now my crush list goes international with me having a crush on a Mexican, an Egyptian and also a polish!!! Hehehe
• And well, I have gone in several barbeque parties by now!!! Enjoyed partly because all I had to eat was bread and salat… occasionally sheep-cheese and last time I had potatoes which had no flavour to it.
• Hmm… I won 70eu in a COOKING COMPETITION!!! Beat that!
• I got to see soooo many places!!! My photo album is now amazing and worth people’s envy! Hmm… I have become a pakka wala tourist now. Can stay without food for days, walk for miles, sleep at some dingy place and take as many photos as you can… and also READ A MAP!!!!
• I totally got the experience of living alone. Even in hostels everything was taken care of. Here you have to do it all by yourself…. Plus you have to buy all the stuff for kitchen and actually cook whenever you are hungry! The way we talk at home is totally like the way uncles and aunties would!! Sounds so funny!
• Hey how can I forget! I got a new lovely name here!! GYESLI!!! Ahh…. I love that name… adds to my list of nick-names!
• Ahh… and I got introduced to the best thing in the world!! CHOCO NUSSA!!!! Whoever invented that must have lived for more than 100years… hundert jahre alt!!
• Got as many treats as never before...!!! Bless pavam neeta ma’am!
• And yes…. I got myself adjusted to the deutsch keyboard!!! Guess I will have some problems after coming back! Things have certainly changed!
• I got the opportunity to finally buy something for my family! All my life it has always been them who got me things! Now is my chance to show how much they mean to me!!! Well, don’t expect a treasure in my bag…. It is the love you will have to manage with… nothing else, ok?!?!?
• Well, and finally the most important point. It made me connect with my family better. When I landed here, I was too excited that I mailed everybody mentioning the tiniest of detail. I never used to do that in India. And I was extremely happy with their positive response too. Guess, they also might have been equally surprised by that mail. And the mail-sessions still continue…. I now feel restless if I don’t update them about every single thing. And I also have realised how much I talk about them. I usually have no other topic to talk about. Earlier, my videshi sisters never had an idea about what was happening in my life so usually panicked about my life. Now that they know everything they are a huge support!!!
• And well, lets not forget, it gave me topic to write on, right?!?! Richtig?!?!?
Das ist alles!!!! No other point I can think of for now….. no tchus, because I still have two more posts to write (how can you forget what I had written in the beginning?!!?1 you are such a bad reader!!!!)
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Random thoughts!!
Some very silly things that really took me by surprise and somehow amazed me:
° Vikarn and I were talking about a photo of ours and he mentioned it as a green photo. I didnt quite understand the statement and remebered it to be a purple photo. Only when we saw the photo did we realise that we both were correct. Actually he had worn a green t-shirt in the photo and therefore referred it as a green photo. And since I was wearing a purple jacket I remembered the photo being purple. Strange how we cling to things that we are related to and forget to take in the rest of the details!!!
° Well, I was walking to the tram station from my college and since it was not a very short walk, deicided to listen to music. While I was walking I heard some strange noise coming from nearby. I turned back twice to check whether anybody was following me but failed to know the source of the noise. Immediately I turned my music player off and realised that it was only me that was making that noise while walking.Hmm... Strange that when we are too engrossed in other things, we fail to realise what we are doing and suspect the world for it!!
° The other time, I was waiting for the pedestrain signal to turn red for me to cross the road and go to the college. And near me, there was a huge scary dog. I was quite scared of being beside him and decided to cross the road even though the signal was red. As soon as I crossed the road, the signal turned green and the excited dog (hund)started running towards me. I got very scared and screamed out loud. To my surprise, the dog owner was very relaxed and didnt react at all to my screams. And when it was an inch away from me I got paralysed and started making plans to visit the hospital with a dog-bite. But to my amazement it kept on running, past me, into the garden. I was speechless. It was too late that I realised that it was not chasing me at all but was excited about going to the garden near our college. Very strange, how people raise their voices, complain and criticize about the world and dont realise that it is their inner fear that is making them feel subjugated!!
° Well.... The other day I was talking with y flat-mate Lin(from China) about my family and found her to be quite interested in my sisters. Then I asked her about her siblings, to which she told me she is the only child of her parents because in China you are not allowed to have more than one child. Hmm.. I had known it for so long but never thought much about it until that day when she told me about it. Till then life seemed to be empty without siblings!
° Vikarn and I were talking about a photo of ours and he mentioned it as a green photo. I didnt quite understand the statement and remebered it to be a purple photo. Only when we saw the photo did we realise that we both were correct. Actually he had worn a green t-shirt in the photo and therefore referred it as a green photo. And since I was wearing a purple jacket I remembered the photo being purple. Strange how we cling to things that we are related to and forget to take in the rest of the details!!!
° Well, I was walking to the tram station from my college and since it was not a very short walk, deicided to listen to music. While I was walking I heard some strange noise coming from nearby. I turned back twice to check whether anybody was following me but failed to know the source of the noise. Immediately I turned my music player off and realised that it was only me that was making that noise while walking.Hmm... Strange that when we are too engrossed in other things, we fail to realise what we are doing and suspect the world for it!!
° The other time, I was waiting for the pedestrain signal to turn red for me to cross the road and go to the college. And near me, there was a huge scary dog. I was quite scared of being beside him and decided to cross the road even though the signal was red. As soon as I crossed the road, the signal turned green and the excited dog (hund)started running towards me. I got very scared and screamed out loud. To my surprise, the dog owner was very relaxed and didnt react at all to my screams. And when it was an inch away from me I got paralysed and started making plans to visit the hospital with a dog-bite. But to my amazement it kept on running, past me, into the garden. I was speechless. It was too late that I realised that it was not chasing me at all but was excited about going to the garden near our college. Very strange, how people raise their voices, complain and criticize about the world and dont realise that it is their inner fear that is making them feel subjugated!!
° Well.... The other day I was talking with y flat-mate Lin(from China) about my family and found her to be quite interested in my sisters. Then I asked her about her siblings, to which she told me she is the only child of her parents because in China you are not allowed to have more than one child. Hmm.. I had known it for so long but never thought much about it until that day when she told me about it. Till then life seemed to be empty without siblings!
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
FOOOOOOD!!!! HUNGRY ME!!!
I am craving for all of these:
GHAR KE KHAZANE SE:
• Sabudana khichdi
• Dal khichdi
• Alu paratha
• Gobhi paratha
• Achar/Jeeravan paratha
• Adai
• Phuskura
• Pongal- venpongal and sakarapongal
• Palak paneer
• Baigan bharta
• Matar paneer
• Bhindi sabzi
• Matar ki sabzi
• Sabudana vada
• Matar pulav or jeera rice with boondi raita
• Phodhani bhat
• Bhel
• Pav bhaji
• Idli vada dosa with sambar and many chutneys
• Thepla
• Khandvi
• Khamand
• Gajar ka halwa
• Nimbu sewai
• Vethukozumba/ pulikachal
• Thokku with rice
• Bread/paneer/onion/potato pakora
• Aam panna
• Upma
• Geela sabudana
• Puranpoli
• Khakra (the way I make it)
• Kadi with rice
• Dal makhani
• Rajma
• Sandwich (bread with butter and mint chutney, cucumber and tomatoes)
INDORI ZAYAKA:
• Bhutta
• Bhutte ke khees
• Samosa
• Kachori
• Alu kachori
• Dahi vada
• Dahi puri
• Pani puri
• Johnny hot-dog
• Ragda patties (alu/chole tikiya)
• Chole bhature
• Poha jalebi
• Garadu
• Daal bati
• Moong halwa
• Cornflakes mixture
• Makke ki roti
• Paneer chila
• MAKHIJANI AUNTY`S BAJRE KI ROTI
• RUHI KI MUMMY`S BESAN LADDU AND CHIWDA
OTHERS:
• Lasagne
• Pasta
• Cheese chilly toast
• Baked vegetables
• Sweet corn soup
• Garlic bread with cheese
• Babycorn/gobhi Manchurian
• MAGGI
• Corns (plain salted with lots of butter)
• Candy floss
• Good-day biscuits / hide n´seek
• 5star chunky / Dairy milk / Dairy milk Crackle
• Confectionery: mango bite, coffee bite, mentos(lime), kachha aam, ravelgon, paan pasand and kachha aam
• Cadbury bytes
• Jeera goli, aam-pachak, tamarind sweets
SWEETS/ DESSERTS
• Rasmalai
• Rasgulla
• Gajar ka halwa
• Cookies from cookieman
• Devil´s own or chocolate fantasy from CCD
• Hot chocolate fudge
• Chocolate sundae
• Rich and creamy kulfi
• Baraf ka gola (orange, khus and cola)
• Orange candy
• Vanilla ice-cream with lots of chocolate sauce and nuts
• Moong halwa
• Kheer
• Mysore pak
• Sohan halwa
• Gajak
• Meetha paan
LIQUIDS / JUICES:
• Nariyal pani
• Aam ras
• Aam panna
• Jaljeera
• Orange juice
• Nimbu pani
• Strawberry milkshake
• Chickoo milkshake
• Watermelon juice
• Sugarcane juice
FRUITS:
• Orange
• Pomegranate
• Papaya
• Water-melon
• Grapes (black and green)
• Peach
• Pear
• Chickoo
• Jamun
• Seetafal
• Banana
THAT IS ALL FOR NOW. HAPPY MUNCHING AND CHOMPING OF SUMPTUOUS FOOD!!!
GHAR KE KHAZANE SE:
• Sabudana khichdi
• Dal khichdi
• Alu paratha
• Gobhi paratha
• Achar/Jeeravan paratha
• Adai
• Phuskura
• Pongal- venpongal and sakarapongal
• Palak paneer
• Baigan bharta
• Matar paneer
• Bhindi sabzi
• Matar ki sabzi
• Sabudana vada
• Matar pulav or jeera rice with boondi raita
• Phodhani bhat
• Bhel
• Pav bhaji
• Idli vada dosa with sambar and many chutneys
• Thepla
• Khandvi
• Khamand
• Gajar ka halwa
• Nimbu sewai
• Vethukozumba/ pulikachal
• Thokku with rice
• Bread/paneer/onion/potato pakora
• Aam panna
• Upma
• Geela sabudana
• Puranpoli
• Khakra (the way I make it)
• Kadi with rice
• Dal makhani
• Rajma
• Sandwich (bread with butter and mint chutney, cucumber and tomatoes)
INDORI ZAYAKA:
• Bhutta
• Bhutte ke khees
• Samosa
• Kachori
• Alu kachori
• Dahi vada
• Dahi puri
• Pani puri
• Johnny hot-dog
• Ragda patties (alu/chole tikiya)
• Chole bhature
• Poha jalebi
• Garadu
• Daal bati
• Moong halwa
• Cornflakes mixture
• Makke ki roti
• Paneer chila
• MAKHIJANI AUNTY`S BAJRE KI ROTI
• RUHI KI MUMMY`S BESAN LADDU AND CHIWDA
OTHERS:
• Lasagne
• Pasta
• Cheese chilly toast
• Baked vegetables
• Sweet corn soup
• Garlic bread with cheese
• Babycorn/gobhi Manchurian
• MAGGI
• Corns (plain salted with lots of butter)
• Candy floss
• Good-day biscuits / hide n´seek
• 5star chunky / Dairy milk / Dairy milk Crackle
• Confectionery: mango bite, coffee bite, mentos(lime), kachha aam, ravelgon, paan pasand and kachha aam
• Cadbury bytes
• Jeera goli, aam-pachak, tamarind sweets
SWEETS/ DESSERTS
• Rasmalai
• Rasgulla
• Gajar ka halwa
• Cookies from cookieman
• Devil´s own or chocolate fantasy from CCD
• Hot chocolate fudge
• Chocolate sundae
• Rich and creamy kulfi
• Baraf ka gola (orange, khus and cola)
• Orange candy
• Vanilla ice-cream with lots of chocolate sauce and nuts
• Moong halwa
• Kheer
• Mysore pak
• Sohan halwa
• Gajak
• Meetha paan
LIQUIDS / JUICES:
• Nariyal pani
• Aam ras
• Aam panna
• Jaljeera
• Orange juice
• Nimbu pani
• Strawberry milkshake
• Chickoo milkshake
• Watermelon juice
• Sugarcane juice
FRUITS:
• Orange
• Pomegranate
• Papaya
• Water-melon
• Grapes (black and green)
• Peach
• Pear
• Chickoo
• Jamun
• Seetafal
• Banana
THAT IS ALL FOR NOW. HAPPY MUNCHING AND CHOMPING OF SUMPTUOUS FOOD!!!
Thursday, May 8, 2008
hmm... hmm.... read on to know what it is about...
Umm.. I wanted to write about this since ages now, but was always unsure to voice out my opinions. People might consider me a naïve person knowing nothing and would not appreciate my comments. But come on, who is asking anybody to publish it in a magazine or praise me for my opinions. It’s my blog, I can write whatever I want to. So here is a very negative opinion about feminism and if you don’t like my view let me know (but only with a strong answer, pleeeeaaasssee)
Ohhhk… so the world is filled with staunch feminists protesting for female rights. Even I would have considered myself as one if I wouldn’t have been introduced to the flood of strong feminists in Manipal. I reconsidered my position and realised that I am nowhere close to being one.
And then after realising it, I started disliking the whole concept of it. I mean, stop cribbing. For me it is purely pessimism. How much of a gender bias have my female colleagues faced to voice it out so strongly? Excuse me, if you come up with absurd points such as the words used to describe females in some idiotic song, then I wont be able to tolerate it. If that is what is repulsive to you, come to think of it, males aren’t even praised in any Indian songs. Indian songs are always singing high about the looks of females. Well, you should be happy about it!! It should be the men who should be complaining that their looks are always ignored.
Secondly, some raise their irritating voices in the middle of an interesting history class wherein the professor would be telling us about how females were looked down in the past. And then, interrupting in between, spoiling the entire mood will come pointless whines about this not being fair. Hello!!! Wake up! It might not be fair, but that won’t change the history. It is a fact, better accept it as one. You can’t shout out to change the history. Be practical and take it in a good studying spirit (if at all there is one such thing).
Then there are some who will be cribbing about gender inequality in some corner of the world. Don’t want to argue with them, really! First of all, how concerned are they about other concerning issues? How much do they care about the starving kid near their house to show concern to a greater number just for the reason that you share a common link of the same gender? Ohhk… that was not the argument. That was quite stupid on my side. Ok, a little more logical point. Firstly, none of your shouting here will help them in anyway. People amongst whom you are shouting are already well aware of the situation. Try of a better way of helping them and actually making a difference.
Hmm.. and if at all there was discrimination of any kind, consider it as a harm done to the whole of human kind and just not a specific gender. If something wrong was done, try not labelling a specific gender against the other one. Treat it as a crime of a bad person against a good one. And leave it just to an individual level and not drag the whole gender into it. That is like playing with one’s identity as a representative of that gender.
And yes, who says there are no rape cases anywhere. I am not ignorant. But that is clearly because males possess more power than females and (lets not go into details) are capable of doing it. I suppose, if females were capable of doing it (and I think they can, I read somebody saying that) then they would have done it and then there would have been rape cases of men too. I know it is very wrong and cannot be justified, but you cannot blame the whole group because of it. Whoever does it, fight them, for what they did was wrong. But again fight for the cause and not for the people/gender involved. Fight because what happened with the other person was not right. It should be a fight for the innocent against the guilty and not the whole gender of the one who is guilty.
It is something like God gave birds the ability to fly and not humans. So birds fly and one out of ten drops their shit on us. Of course, we should not tolerate such things but that doesn’t mean we should kill all the birds or cage them or load them with accusations and make some humanist movement against birds just because they can stay (fly) higher than us. Yes, we can definitely make some laws, which the government has already done. So still if the birds drop their shit on us, then the whole community of birds shouldn’t be blamed, because they cant cut down their wings for others. Instead punish only the one who dropped the shit for his wrong doing and better not accuse the whole community. I know, I make no sense but I am trying very hard to make others understand something which is absurd in many ways.
And then again, some shout out that women are not treated well in the society. Whoa whoa whoa!!! Maybe they are blind, insensitive and have a poor nervous system. Females are over-privileged. Everywhere it is the men who are subjected to ill treatment because they are considered to be strong enough to bear the pain. The entire ladies quota, special reservation for ladies everywhere are some of the examples. How can one even say that we are ill-treated. That is too greedy a statement. Just because you get a simpler way through this, you keep on demanding more!!! Heights!!!!
And lastly my views on a ridiculous statement. On Women’s Day, one extreme feminist was back in action. Her view was that Women’s Day makes no sense. (For once I thought that she finally made some sense, ofcourse Women´s day makes no sense. Why do we need a special day. We are just the same as men. Why treat us better than them??) but no.. I was quite wrong. Ofcourse she used the same words but in a very different way as if again protesting for gender rights. I was taken aback. This was the limit. On one hand, she fights, she shouts and does everything possible for the so-called female betterment and when people acknowledge such so-called efforts from others and give us a special day to celebrate she is still not happy. All we asked for was equality! Why just give us one day out of the 365 days as if it was a charity. My god!!! People misunderstand genuine intentions also. Its definitely not charity!! It is respect. And there is a difference between respect and pity. (By the way, we don’t even need the additional respect we are getting). And it is not that the rest of the 364days are dedicated to men and men rule over us. Those 364days are days of equality, where men and women are considered one and you have been given one additional day just to celebrate who you are. If that is the case, then you should fight against friendship’s day, Valentine’s Day (light topics) and also Independence Day and republic day. Does that mean our Independence is a result of pity? And that 364 days we are considered as slaves and only once a year independent? Well… now that independence and dependence are getting better hold of me (which are my favourite topics) I should better stop. Or else, I really don’t know how long this post will get!!
Till then… Byee…. Be happy being what you are!!! And let others also be happy being what they are!!!!!!
Love you all!!!
Ohhhk… so the world is filled with staunch feminists protesting for female rights. Even I would have considered myself as one if I wouldn’t have been introduced to the flood of strong feminists in Manipal. I reconsidered my position and realised that I am nowhere close to being one.
And then after realising it, I started disliking the whole concept of it. I mean, stop cribbing. For me it is purely pessimism. How much of a gender bias have my female colleagues faced to voice it out so strongly? Excuse me, if you come up with absurd points such as the words used to describe females in some idiotic song, then I wont be able to tolerate it. If that is what is repulsive to you, come to think of it, males aren’t even praised in any Indian songs. Indian songs are always singing high about the looks of females. Well, you should be happy about it!! It should be the men who should be complaining that their looks are always ignored.
Secondly, some raise their irritating voices in the middle of an interesting history class wherein the professor would be telling us about how females were looked down in the past. And then, interrupting in between, spoiling the entire mood will come pointless whines about this not being fair. Hello!!! Wake up! It might not be fair, but that won’t change the history. It is a fact, better accept it as one. You can’t shout out to change the history. Be practical and take it in a good studying spirit (if at all there is one such thing).
Then there are some who will be cribbing about gender inequality in some corner of the world. Don’t want to argue with them, really! First of all, how concerned are they about other concerning issues? How much do they care about the starving kid near their house to show concern to a greater number just for the reason that you share a common link of the same gender? Ohhk… that was not the argument. That was quite stupid on my side. Ok, a little more logical point. Firstly, none of your shouting here will help them in anyway. People amongst whom you are shouting are already well aware of the situation. Try of a better way of helping them and actually making a difference.
Hmm.. and if at all there was discrimination of any kind, consider it as a harm done to the whole of human kind and just not a specific gender. If something wrong was done, try not labelling a specific gender against the other one. Treat it as a crime of a bad person against a good one. And leave it just to an individual level and not drag the whole gender into it. That is like playing with one’s identity as a representative of that gender.
And yes, who says there are no rape cases anywhere. I am not ignorant. But that is clearly because males possess more power than females and (lets not go into details) are capable of doing it. I suppose, if females were capable of doing it (and I think they can, I read somebody saying that) then they would have done it and then there would have been rape cases of men too. I know it is very wrong and cannot be justified, but you cannot blame the whole group because of it. Whoever does it, fight them, for what they did was wrong. But again fight for the cause and not for the people/gender involved. Fight because what happened with the other person was not right. It should be a fight for the innocent against the guilty and not the whole gender of the one who is guilty.
It is something like God gave birds the ability to fly and not humans. So birds fly and one out of ten drops their shit on us. Of course, we should not tolerate such things but that doesn’t mean we should kill all the birds or cage them or load them with accusations and make some humanist movement against birds just because they can stay (fly) higher than us. Yes, we can definitely make some laws, which the government has already done. So still if the birds drop their shit on us, then the whole community of birds shouldn’t be blamed, because they cant cut down their wings for others. Instead punish only the one who dropped the shit for his wrong doing and better not accuse the whole community. I know, I make no sense but I am trying very hard to make others understand something which is absurd in many ways.
And then again, some shout out that women are not treated well in the society. Whoa whoa whoa!!! Maybe they are blind, insensitive and have a poor nervous system. Females are over-privileged. Everywhere it is the men who are subjected to ill treatment because they are considered to be strong enough to bear the pain. The entire ladies quota, special reservation for ladies everywhere are some of the examples. How can one even say that we are ill-treated. That is too greedy a statement. Just because you get a simpler way through this, you keep on demanding more!!! Heights!!!!
And lastly my views on a ridiculous statement. On Women’s Day, one extreme feminist was back in action. Her view was that Women’s Day makes no sense. (For once I thought that she finally made some sense, ofcourse Women´s day makes no sense. Why do we need a special day. We are just the same as men. Why treat us better than them??) but no.. I was quite wrong. Ofcourse she used the same words but in a very different way as if again protesting for gender rights. I was taken aback. This was the limit. On one hand, she fights, she shouts and does everything possible for the so-called female betterment and when people acknowledge such so-called efforts from others and give us a special day to celebrate she is still not happy. All we asked for was equality! Why just give us one day out of the 365 days as if it was a charity. My god!!! People misunderstand genuine intentions also. Its definitely not charity!! It is respect. And there is a difference between respect and pity. (By the way, we don’t even need the additional respect we are getting). And it is not that the rest of the 364days are dedicated to men and men rule over us. Those 364days are days of equality, where men and women are considered one and you have been given one additional day just to celebrate who you are. If that is the case, then you should fight against friendship’s day, Valentine’s Day (light topics) and also Independence Day and republic day. Does that mean our Independence is a result of pity? And that 364 days we are considered as slaves and only once a year independent? Well… now that independence and dependence are getting better hold of me (which are my favourite topics) I should better stop. Or else, I really don’t know how long this post will get!!
Till then… Byee…. Be happy being what you are!!! And let others also be happy being what they are!!!!!!
Love you all!!!
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