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!!!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
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!
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