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.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
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!
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