Ohhk… So this is what happened today in our information society class. Kinda shows how jobless we guys are!
So basically Sreya was waiting for her turn to give her part of presentation and meanwhile Karmanya was meddling around with her phone. He began giving missed calls to everybody in the class, startled quite a few who kept giving Sreya glances, making her twitchy. One of the missed calls receivers was Ami, who had a slight tiff with Sreya recently, so was puzzled as to why she would keep giving her missed calls and that too, right in the middle of her presentation. Since, Sreya giving her missed calls was out of question, she started looking around to know who could possibly be doing it. She spotted Naimul sitting beside her and immediately drew conclusion that Naim was the one who had given her 5 back-to-back missed calls. She then sent Naimul a message to “stop it” only to receive 3more missed calls. She messaged back saying “you suck!” and got a reply from him asking her if her phone was free as he wanted to play games. So, Ami thought Naim didn’t have enough balance in his cell to call her and ask her for the mobile and that’s why was giving missed calls.
To answer the question as to why Naim didn’t find Ami’s message bizarre, here is the story. Naim exactly at the same time had messaged Swati, asking her to switch on her Bluetooth for transferring some pictures and thought Ami wanted that transfer to be stopped and when that didn’t happen she had said that he sucks.
So comes in picture, Swati, who also got missed calls from Sreya’s cell. Knowing for a reason that her room-mate perpetually has no balance in her cell, she assumed that I was using Sreya’s cell like always and it was me who was was giving her missed calls. So instantly she sent a message saying “Yeah Gayu! Tell, what happened?”
Well, this was all that Karmanya needed: someone to fall into the trap, so that he gets a bakra to fool around with. So he replies, pretending to be me, telling her that I wanted to talk to her urgently about something very serious. When asked what the issue was, Karmanya came up with a wonderful story (guess thinking for stories for TV-production is doing the magic, elsewhere though) of me having a crush on somebody in the class and I had this sudden urge to spill out the beans, come what may. Swati, not believing a word (but believing it was me) thought I was in one of my crazy moods and was pulling up a prank on her or (for the worse) trying hard to be funny. Still, showing concern asked who the person possibly could be. Karmanya tags Gautam in the game. Swati tells this all to Pavi, also adding that I have lost my senses again to pointless humour. Pavi, again, having full faith in my freakish eccentricity, suggests that I would not have meant a word I had written and it was all some sad-joke (which as usual nobody gets).
But this is not where it ends. Right after the class, Karmanya gives Sreya her cell back* and goes over to Swati and asks in a serious, secretive tone if she had got any message from me. When he gets a puzzled nod from Swati, he continues saying that I had messaged him also and told him too that I had a thing for Gautam and since he was such a good friend of his, I wanted him to tell this to Gautam as soon as he gets a perfect chance for it. As an afterthought, he asks Swati, if I was serious about him and whether he should actually go and tell him that. Swati, considering all of it as a sad attempt of humour from my side tells Karmanya that this is what she thinks is going on and not to tell any of this to Gautam. But still she remains befuddled about why I would say such things and even mention this to Karmanya, which makes Karmanya successful in his endeavor.
Well, later she did get to know with a little enquiry here and there that it was Karmanya only, who had been messaging her from Sreya’s cell. I get to know about all of this only later in the evening while having dinner with them. Till then I was blissfully in my own world, with no knowledge that my love-life was being decided and discussed with people believing that I was the one who was talking about it. Someone has correctly said, Ignorance is a bliss. It surely is. But here, I loved the outlandish yet hilarious confusion my jobless classmates were in and nobody realized any of it.
And yes, there is one more point that needs to be noted. Both my room-mates regard two things to be true: my love-life is totally vapid with no chance of sparkle and that I can come with the most absurd, inane, senseless, asinine talks just for kicks and wouldn’t mind making a ridicule of myself for the sake of it. Well, I have only one thing to say about this: they totally know me MAN!!!!!
*Well, here is another funny parable in these series. When Karmanya gave Sreya back her cell, she noticed that she had around 5missed calls from Arkapol who was frantically trying to contact her. It so happened that Arkapol who was supposed to leave Rourkee today in order to come to Manipal for diwali was in a problem. Problem was that the ticket Sreya had booked for him had an error: the gender of Arkapol was referred to as a female, which “HE” is not (HAHAHAHAH!! Found this to be hilarious). Apparently he had his share of struggle with the TT and the problem was resolved after Sreya, who initially cluessless about what to do, went and asked Ruhi’s room-mate for help and luckily her neighbor’s friend’s dad was in railway department and sorted things out. (Ruhi’s roommate’s neighbor’s friend’s dad called Arkapol from the Rashtrapati Bhawan!!!! Big contacts, I say. Now you know whom to contact, in case of troubles!!!!)
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Glee Glee Earth!
For the first time on my blog, I have
A GUEST BLOGGER (!) who wants to post an article he/she/it (that’s a confusion as of now) has written. About the blogger, well, (for convenience sake let us call him a “he”) he is an “alien” with a name that cannot be articulated in a pronounceable sound on earth (as he says it). Anyways, what is in a name? He has been on earth for the past 19years, researching on humans, in a camouflage of a girl. (oh! So should I be mentioning him as a girl?!?!?!? Anyways that’s beside the point) Well, as he says it, there are many fellow-beings from his land, doing research on various other things and he is specializing on humans. So here is a brief introduction of his research. He has promised to give some contributions to my blog whenever I get too busy to not utilize this space. Let’s keep the fingers crossed!!! So, over to him.
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Well, sorry for the inconvenience. It is to tell my fellow beings why I am giving out such confidential information here. I just explained them the bond I share with Gayatri ( no, no, she is not my girlfriend… We don’t have such concepts in our land. Psst: She is all over me all the time and would love to be my girlfriend and that is the reason why she likes mentioning me as a “he”. She is even willing to leave her land and come to our land with me, but that’s not how it works. Don’t worry, nothing like that is happening, not until my land starts accepting this concept. If that happens, I promise, Gayatri will surely be the girl of my tiffkjfh (well, you all call it “life”!)
About my research work, I don’t know how to start. You know, it is weird for me how you people write and type and speak for communication. In our land, the “system” is not as closed as yours. It is quite difficult to make you understand that there is no such thing as a thought-barrier that obstructs you from reading other’s thoughts. I will later on, in my notes, write about this topic in detail. As of now, let me start off my research’s written presentation in brief points. Here is where I begin.
Humans are basically a specific kind of species found on earth who are, in simple terms, of a shape of a sphere connected to a small cylinder which is linked to a flat cuboidal structure (with curved corners) having two cylindrical slightly obelisk extensions on sides and bottom. In case of women (oh! They are classified into two on gender basis: men and women), there are two semi-spheres attached to the upper part of the cuboidal structure (which are absent in the intial stages) whereas in men there is another cylindrical extension near the end of the cuboidal structure. On the whole, a human body resembles the picture I have put across. To name all of them, the sphere is known as the head, the cylinder is the neck, the cuboid is the torso, extensions on the sides are the hands and in the bottom are the legs. There are two more semi-spheres in the back of the body connecting the torso and the legs known as buttocks, colloquially called as bums. This text may seem vulgar to many humans if I name the semi-spheres and the cylinder, so I would like to ‘not’ mention it. &^$7.8”9 and ^^*923@ they are called. This whole structure is covered from head to toe with “skin” and they come in three colours: black, pale white, and pale peach. There are different shades and hints these colours are available in. Also, there are fibrous things found on top of the head, known as hair. Humans like experimenting with the length of their hair so there is no specific length I can mention here. These gristly-looking things are found all over the body in shorter lengths which women tend to remove by various means. So basically, one major differentiation factor can be the length of hair on top (men prefer keeping it short, though trends are changing) and on body. Hair is also available in various shades and colour and also different textures. On basis of texture they can be broadly classified as straight, curly and wavy(a mixture of the previous two).
“What is interesting in a human body is that it isnot made only of this. There are many more organs inside this structure which are hidden. As you will know with further reading that a human system is in many layers and that many things are veiled from direct contact. It goes to such an extent that I believe it might be somebody from our land who would have quoted that looks can be deceiving. So trust me, when you are around humans, there is a lot more going on than you see. Just mentioned it to put you on your guards.
Humans are not eternal and have a mortal span of existence which they call as life. Every life begins with a small body which eventually “grows” into a bigger manifestation of the initial form. But this growth is limited only for a certain period of time, i.e until the age of 18-19years or so. The system was so designed that they grow up to the aforementioned age and then they create another human which starts growing in the very way, so that the process of growth is kept on continuation. But human species have altered the mechanism to growing to that particular age, then having a stagnation period in growth where they focus on other pressing matters (which will be discussed later in my research work) of human life, most often their ‘careers’ for a period varying from 5years to even 13-14years and then carry on to creating other humans for “growth continuation” as I call it. So basically, they opt for their ‘career’ and leave aside their job of life-carrier’ for a certain period. (get the connection? Career-carrier?) This process (not the choosing process but the process of growth-continuation) ensures that the mortal life-span of humans does not hinder their existence on earth. This life-ensuring process is called reproduction and is very complicated in nature to say the least.
The humans in their course of life do various things which may seem strange to us. I would like to point out a few of them now. First of all, their mortality is not their only limitation. They have such limitations on regular basis. To simplify, they have to “sleep” everyday for at least 3-4hours to keep their system working. The mechanism of sleep is something, even the humans aren’t fully sure of. What they do in this method is that they lie down on a flat surface or take the maximum surface area they can get and close their eyes and do “nothing” other than the essential mechanisms needed for living. And in that state, they are semi-conscious and have no clue of what is happening around them. Also, while sleeping, another activity called dreaming is carried out simultaneously. Dreaming is a phenomenon which I relate to sight. In dreaming, one virtually sees different things in his/her mind. It is so wonderful an experience that humans use the term “dreaming” to describe somebody fantasizing something. I personally feel it is one of the most wonderful things a human does which is missing in our land. I spend most of my time enjoying this particular activity.
Oh! Why did I mention this activity in the beginning? Now I feel like doing it NOW. Well, sorry for the abrupt stop. I will surely continue with my notes in the next post here, for there are many more things worth mentioning.
For now, I loved spending time with this blog. I thank Gayatri for everything she has done for me till now. (Only platonically, people! There is nothing between me and Gayatri. We are just friends. Oh about this line too, I would surely like to write about). Chalo then, byyee people.
A GUEST BLOGGER (!) who wants to post an article he/she/it (that’s a confusion as of now) has written. About the blogger, well, (for convenience sake let us call him a “he”) he is an “alien” with a name that cannot be articulated in a pronounceable sound on earth (as he says it). Anyways, what is in a name? He has been on earth for the past 19years, researching on humans, in a camouflage of a girl. (oh! So should I be mentioning him as a girl?!?!?!? Anyways that’s beside the point) Well, as he says it, there are many fellow-beings from his land, doing research on various other things and he is specializing on humans. So here is a brief introduction of his research. He has promised to give some contributions to my blog whenever I get too busy to not utilize this space. Let’s keep the fingers crossed!!! So, over to him.
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Well, sorry for the inconvenience. It is to tell my fellow beings why I am giving out such confidential information here. I just explained them the bond I share with Gayatri ( no, no, she is not my girlfriend… We don’t have such concepts in our land. Psst: She is all over me all the time and would love to be my girlfriend and that is the reason why she likes mentioning me as a “he”. She is even willing to leave her land and come to our land with me, but that’s not how it works. Don’t worry, nothing like that is happening, not until my land starts accepting this concept. If that happens, I promise, Gayatri will surely be the girl of my tiffkjfh (well, you all call it “life”!)
About my research work, I don’t know how to start. You know, it is weird for me how you people write and type and speak for communication. In our land, the “system” is not as closed as yours. It is quite difficult to make you understand that there is no such thing as a thought-barrier that obstructs you from reading other’s thoughts. I will later on, in my notes, write about this topic in detail. As of now, let me start off my research’s written presentation in brief points. Here is where I begin.
Humans are basically a specific kind of species found on earth who are, in simple terms, of a shape of a sphere connected to a small cylinder which is linked to a flat cuboidal structure (with curved corners) having two cylindrical slightly obelisk extensions on sides and bottom. In case of women (oh! They are classified into two on gender basis: men and women), there are two semi-spheres attached to the upper part of the cuboidal structure (which are absent in the intial stages) whereas in men there is another cylindrical extension near the end of the cuboidal structure. On the whole, a human body resembles the picture I have put across. To name all of them, the sphere is known as the head, the cylinder is the neck, the cuboid is the torso, extensions on the sides are the hands and in the bottom are the legs. There are two more semi-spheres in the back of the body connecting the torso and the legs known as buttocks, colloquially called as bums. This text may seem vulgar to many humans if I name the semi-spheres and the cylinder, so I would like to ‘not’ mention it. &^$7.8”9 and ^^*923@ they are called. This whole structure is covered from head to toe with “skin” and they come in three colours: black, pale white, and pale peach. There are different shades and hints these colours are available in. Also, there are fibrous things found on top of the head, known as hair. Humans like experimenting with the length of their hair so there is no specific length I can mention here. These gristly-looking things are found all over the body in shorter lengths which women tend to remove by various means. So basically, one major differentiation factor can be the length of hair on top (men prefer keeping it short, though trends are changing) and on body. Hair is also available in various shades and colour and also different textures. On basis of texture they can be broadly classified as straight, curly and wavy(a mixture of the previous two).
“What is interesting in a human body is that it isnot made only of this. There are many more organs inside this structure which are hidden. As you will know with further reading that a human system is in many layers and that many things are veiled from direct contact. It goes to such an extent that I believe it might be somebody from our land who would have quoted that looks can be deceiving. So trust me, when you are around humans, there is a lot more going on than you see. Just mentioned it to put you on your guards.
Humans are not eternal and have a mortal span of existence which they call as life. Every life begins with a small body which eventually “grows” into a bigger manifestation of the initial form. But this growth is limited only for a certain period of time, i.e until the age of 18-19years or so. The system was so designed that they grow up to the aforementioned age and then they create another human which starts growing in the very way, so that the process of growth is kept on continuation. But human species have altered the mechanism to growing to that particular age, then having a stagnation period in growth where they focus on other pressing matters (which will be discussed later in my research work) of human life, most often their ‘careers’ for a period varying from 5years to even 13-14years and then carry on to creating other humans for “growth continuation” as I call it. So basically, they opt for their ‘career’ and leave aside their job of life-carrier’ for a certain period. (get the connection? Career-carrier?) This process (not the choosing process but the process of growth-continuation) ensures that the mortal life-span of humans does not hinder their existence on earth. This life-ensuring process is called reproduction and is very complicated in nature to say the least.
The humans in their course of life do various things which may seem strange to us. I would like to point out a few of them now. First of all, their mortality is not their only limitation. They have such limitations on regular basis. To simplify, they have to “sleep” everyday for at least 3-4hours to keep their system working. The mechanism of sleep is something, even the humans aren’t fully sure of. What they do in this method is that they lie down on a flat surface or take the maximum surface area they can get and close their eyes and do “nothing” other than the essential mechanisms needed for living. And in that state, they are semi-conscious and have no clue of what is happening around them. Also, while sleeping, another activity called dreaming is carried out simultaneously. Dreaming is a phenomenon which I relate to sight. In dreaming, one virtually sees different things in his/her mind. It is so wonderful an experience that humans use the term “dreaming” to describe somebody fantasizing something. I personally feel it is one of the most wonderful things a human does which is missing in our land. I spend most of my time enjoying this particular activity.
Oh! Why did I mention this activity in the beginning? Now I feel like doing it NOW. Well, sorry for the abrupt stop. I will surely continue with my notes in the next post here, for there are many more things worth mentioning.
For now, I loved spending time with this blog. I thank Gayatri for everything she has done for me till now. (Only platonically, people! There is nothing between me and Gayatri. We are just friends. Oh about this line too, I would surely like to write about). Chalo then, byyee people.
Lameness!!!! But I loveeeeee it!
Hey people, people, pee-pal, pal, pal, al, al, l…..
That was the echo effect because I feel this blog has been pushed to a secluded area for a long time (the echo effect is a result of clashing into old posts). Sorry for that. Lameness, I know. But what to do? So typical of me. Cant part with myself, can I?
Soooo… Well first of all, I had a very happy weekend with my family who had come down to Manipal. Loved every moment I spent with Adarsh and Nikhil whom I declare as the most adorable kids of the world (and yes, extremely good-looking these young chaps are!)
Again family-time. I love talking about my family, in case new people are visiting my blog. I have realized that my family LOVES talking lame. You might think that we have a huge stock of lame topics to discuss about (which we keep updating every now and then), but NO! It just comes to us naturally. Unlimited inner-resource, I say. And yes, that is enough to keep us entertained all day long. A silliest joke can be stretched throughout the day and be laughed at for hours without break. YES! My family is a wonder. TRUE WONDER!
A “jump-cut” to next topic (I am learning TV production, so that’s the reason for the jargon). Well here is a confession. The reason I used to blog a lot was because I always wanted a space where I could express myself and hoped my love-interest would read it with interest and would know me inside-out because of it. I always wanted that special someone to read each of my blog post and remember every single detail. BUT now that I have a person that fits into my frame of crush specifications, I got to know that he isn’t very much into blog-reading. In fact I even doubt that he has ever opened my blog. So I find all my efforts in maintaining the blog wasted and I spend as much time and energy in repeating the same thing all-over again for him to know (which again, I think he hardly pays any attention to: which is quite disappointing. *SIGH*)
Well, again stopping abruptly here I am taking a leap again into another topic. Gosh, I should blog more often. Writing is becoming such an effort these days. Anyways, this is not where I am leaping into. I have more stock of news.
So, what else??? Ok… Now I should began my stock of lame jokes I basically wanted to share. (Embarrassment came when I thought of beginning the post with it. SO basically added pointless things before).
• Ohhkkk.. Hmm… A girl who is ‘pretty’ can also be ‘pretty’ smart. But a girl who is ‘smart’ cannot be ‘smart’ pretty. So now you know, why looks matter! :D:D:D:D:D
• Have you realized that if you do too much of hindi “pee” (drink), you invariably end up doing a lot of English “pee”!!!! (genius, am I not?)
• When you baby-talk(!), good girl is “google” and good boy is “goodbye”. Does that mean that boys who baby talk “google” for good girls and girls, who do the same, say goodbye to “good boys”? Needs some serious decoding here. (pretty confusing na? Wasn’t able to frame this thought in a better way!)
• Yes, swine flu was a major concern sometime back. I pity those, who had their wedding scheduled sometime during the peak of the disease spread. Imagine, the groom and the bride dressed all so nicely also wearing a hideous N-95 swine flu mask on their wedding. And to add to that all the guests too wearing them. Sad, it would have been…. They would never want to see or show their wedding album to anybody. Fancy dress competition it would have looked like.
• Hmm… So I was recently travelling in a chair-train where it was mentioned near every seat, the type of seat it was. That is W (window), M (middle) and A (aisle). Basically WMA. As usual, I had to come up with something really lame so I sat thinking and thought that this could be also interpreted as W (Women), M (men) and A (animal). Imagine a train in which, in every row, a woman is sitting beside a man, who is sitting next to an animal. And different animal on every seat. On some extremely large animals like an elephant or rhinocerous and on some small (kutti) animals maybe like a bug or a lizard. Comical, I pictured it to be. SO! Basically this joke isn’t bad or sad. If you have a good imagination you will find it funny. It depends on you. I know, I know, Nishaan would have made such a nice joke out of this idea. I am not him, am I?
• Ok. This joke may seem a little indecent. But fine. I hardly talk like this. If good jokes come out of such things, I cant help stop myself. (Btw, why I am justifying??????? YUCK!) So basically, once both my room-mates had loose-motions or diarrhea together. When one of them informed the other, she said OMG! Me too. Same pinch. And they went to give a high-five to each other. BUT! Since they were both sick, they were both feeling low, instead of giving a ‘high’-five, shouldn’t they have given a ‘low’-five. Pretty logical, right? Anyways, one of them went on saying that she wants to have dinner at PP (parota point) as she felt like PP that day. AHEM!!!! PP or poopy????? HEHEHEHEHEH.. Yuck, I know. WHATEVER!!!!
• Parents are so innovative when it comes to ways of torturing their children. First of all they have the liberty to name their children whatever they feel like. Some parents go out of their way to give their kids some of the most embarrassing jumble of syllables. I seriously doubt that they really were having a jolly “high” time when they named their kids. Other than this, some parents have more ways of amusing themselves. Like one of my friend’s friend’s mom wanted a girl and not a boy which was born. So, for her amusement, the boy had long hair till his 3rd grade or something and was considered a sardar. And the mother enjoyed combing his hair all the while. Crazy, right. Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want to be alien to such fun. In fact, I want to go beyond them and be a master of it. I am thinking of naming my children mummy and daddy. Such a happy family it will be. Mummy will call mummy mummy and mummy will also call mummy mummy. Same with daddy too. For further innovative ideas of naming your kids, please contact my awesome brother-in-law, Mr. Kushagra Saxena. Well, yesterday I was chatting with my room-mate and she gave me this whole idea of giving drugs to a small baby... Imagine a little baby getting high and doing weird things. He doesn’t have any idea about the “bad” things of the world, so basically it would be a sort of experiment to know the effects of it. NICE, it will be, I feel.
• Well, there is a new movie called “wake up sid” everybody is really looking forward to. So my roomie yesterday said,”Hey! Let’s all go to wake up sid tomorrow!” Well immediately a number of replies sprang in my head. Here I am listing them:
o Reply 1: Hmm… But first let us ask him to sleep now.
o Reply 2: Umm… Shouldn’t we rather buy him an alarm clock?
o Reply 3: I would rather not. He doesn’t like people waking him up.
o Reply 4: Do so many people need to go, just to wake him up? What is he, kumbhakarna?
o (AND THE BEST ONE) Reply 5: Oh! Lets not take all the trouble. He will be up surely. You see, there will be a lot of people who will go for (read: to) wake up sid!
I know it isn’t even lame anymore. It is becoming yucky now. Hmm… BTW, I feel so nice blogging after such a long time. Smiles, smiles.
P.S. Btw have I ever mentioned that I dont like calling 'love' as lowwwwe, laauuu, lauwweee.... EWWW....
That was the echo effect because I feel this blog has been pushed to a secluded area for a long time (the echo effect is a result of clashing into old posts). Sorry for that. Lameness, I know. But what to do? So typical of me. Cant part with myself, can I?
Soooo… Well first of all, I had a very happy weekend with my family who had come down to Manipal. Loved every moment I spent with Adarsh and Nikhil whom I declare as the most adorable kids of the world (and yes, extremely good-looking these young chaps are!)
Again family-time. I love talking about my family, in case new people are visiting my blog. I have realized that my family LOVES talking lame. You might think that we have a huge stock of lame topics to discuss about (which we keep updating every now and then), but NO! It just comes to us naturally. Unlimited inner-resource, I say. And yes, that is enough to keep us entertained all day long. A silliest joke can be stretched throughout the day and be laughed at for hours without break. YES! My family is a wonder. TRUE WONDER!
A “jump-cut” to next topic (I am learning TV production, so that’s the reason for the jargon). Well here is a confession. The reason I used to blog a lot was because I always wanted a space where I could express myself and hoped my love-interest would read it with interest and would know me inside-out because of it. I always wanted that special someone to read each of my blog post and remember every single detail. BUT now that I have a person that fits into my frame of crush specifications, I got to know that he isn’t very much into blog-reading. In fact I even doubt that he has ever opened my blog. So I find all my efforts in maintaining the blog wasted and I spend as much time and energy in repeating the same thing all-over again for him to know (which again, I think he hardly pays any attention to: which is quite disappointing. *SIGH*)
Well, again stopping abruptly here I am taking a leap again into another topic. Gosh, I should blog more often. Writing is becoming such an effort these days. Anyways, this is not where I am leaping into. I have more stock of news.
So, what else??? Ok… Now I should began my stock of lame jokes I basically wanted to share. (Embarrassment came when I thought of beginning the post with it. SO basically added pointless things before).
• Ohhkkk.. Hmm… A girl who is ‘pretty’ can also be ‘pretty’ smart. But a girl who is ‘smart’ cannot be ‘smart’ pretty. So now you know, why looks matter! :D:D:D:D:D
• Have you realized that if you do too much of hindi “pee” (drink), you invariably end up doing a lot of English “pee”!!!! (genius, am I not?)
• When you baby-talk(!), good girl is “google” and good boy is “goodbye”. Does that mean that boys who baby talk “google” for good girls and girls, who do the same, say goodbye to “good boys”? Needs some serious decoding here. (pretty confusing na? Wasn’t able to frame this thought in a better way!)
• Yes, swine flu was a major concern sometime back. I pity those, who had their wedding scheduled sometime during the peak of the disease spread. Imagine, the groom and the bride dressed all so nicely also wearing a hideous N-95 swine flu mask on their wedding. And to add to that all the guests too wearing them. Sad, it would have been…. They would never want to see or show their wedding album to anybody. Fancy dress competition it would have looked like.
• Hmm… So I was recently travelling in a chair-train where it was mentioned near every seat, the type of seat it was. That is W (window), M (middle) and A (aisle). Basically WMA. As usual, I had to come up with something really lame so I sat thinking and thought that this could be also interpreted as W (Women), M (men) and A (animal). Imagine a train in which, in every row, a woman is sitting beside a man, who is sitting next to an animal. And different animal on every seat. On some extremely large animals like an elephant or rhinocerous and on some small (kutti) animals maybe like a bug or a lizard. Comical, I pictured it to be. SO! Basically this joke isn’t bad or sad. If you have a good imagination you will find it funny. It depends on you. I know, I know, Nishaan would have made such a nice joke out of this idea. I am not him, am I?
• Ok. This joke may seem a little indecent. But fine. I hardly talk like this. If good jokes come out of such things, I cant help stop myself. (Btw, why I am justifying??????? YUCK!) So basically, once both my room-mates had loose-motions or diarrhea together. When one of them informed the other, she said OMG! Me too. Same pinch. And they went to give a high-five to each other. BUT! Since they were both sick, they were both feeling low, instead of giving a ‘high’-five, shouldn’t they have given a ‘low’-five. Pretty logical, right? Anyways, one of them went on saying that she wants to have dinner at PP (parota point) as she felt like PP that day. AHEM!!!! PP or poopy????? HEHEHEHEHEH.. Yuck, I know. WHATEVER!!!!
• Parents are so innovative when it comes to ways of torturing their children. First of all they have the liberty to name their children whatever they feel like. Some parents go out of their way to give their kids some of the most embarrassing jumble of syllables. I seriously doubt that they really were having a jolly “high” time when they named their kids. Other than this, some parents have more ways of amusing themselves. Like one of my friend’s friend’s mom wanted a girl and not a boy which was born. So, for her amusement, the boy had long hair till his 3rd grade or something and was considered a sardar. And the mother enjoyed combing his hair all the while. Crazy, right. Well, if that’s the case, I don’t want to be alien to such fun. In fact, I want to go beyond them and be a master of it. I am thinking of naming my children mummy and daddy. Such a happy family it will be. Mummy will call mummy mummy and mummy will also call mummy mummy. Same with daddy too. For further innovative ideas of naming your kids, please contact my awesome brother-in-law, Mr. Kushagra Saxena. Well, yesterday I was chatting with my room-mate and she gave me this whole idea of giving drugs to a small baby... Imagine a little baby getting high and doing weird things. He doesn’t have any idea about the “bad” things of the world, so basically it would be a sort of experiment to know the effects of it. NICE, it will be, I feel.
• Well, there is a new movie called “wake up sid” everybody is really looking forward to. So my roomie yesterday said,”Hey! Let’s all go to wake up sid tomorrow!” Well immediately a number of replies sprang in my head. Here I am listing them:
o Reply 1: Hmm… But first let us ask him to sleep now.
o Reply 2: Umm… Shouldn’t we rather buy him an alarm clock?
o Reply 3: I would rather not. He doesn’t like people waking him up.
o Reply 4: Do so many people need to go, just to wake him up? What is he, kumbhakarna?
o (AND THE BEST ONE) Reply 5: Oh! Lets not take all the trouble. He will be up surely. You see, there will be a lot of people who will go for (read: to) wake up sid!
I know it isn’t even lame anymore. It is becoming yucky now. Hmm… BTW, I feel so nice blogging after such a long time. Smiles, smiles.
P.S. Btw have I ever mentioned that I dont like calling 'love' as lowwwwe, laauuu, lauwweee.... EWWW....
Friday, May 15, 2009
Random Things
Hello dear readers! (if at all there are any) I somehow feel that I have lost even the original set of loyal readers because of my adamancy of writing flippant blog posts. So anyways, if by chance they peep in, here is another reason annoy them. Here is a list of some random secrets about me! (Yippee readers)
1. I have this strange fetish towards all the English words starting with the letter V but I don’t like names beginning with the same letter much. I still have to figure out why.
2. Toilet is my best place for ideas generation.
3. I still get confused between left and right. I usually look at both my thumbs to know which one is right and which one is left (or wrong), otherwise I usually end up mentioning the other one. P.S: I have a small mole on my left thumb and that is how I figure out the correct side.
4. I suffer from DRIS (Delayed response to internal stimulus)… That is, whenever I make up my mind to do even the simplest of things, I procrastinate the work till it loses its importance. Well that reminds, if you are reading this, Vineeth I have been wanting to scrap you since a long time, how is Australia? Pity that Niyati is unaware of my blog, otherwise I would have apologized for not wishing her on her birthday that was on April 2. And yeah, Sanju I really think of replying to your messages every single day. This disease just doesn’t let me.
5. I do crazy things when I have a crush on somebody. And such things hardly would make a difference to my crush. For example, I preferred to not eat onions and garlic when I had a crush on Dhruv who happened to be a Jain. And the diary in which I have written about him is hilarious. Your sides will pain endlessly after reading it. As for my second crush, OOPS, I should better be quiet.
6. Though it would be hardly believable if you see my room, but I really like: folding clothes, putting bedsheets and also packing things in a bag for any journey. This reminds me that whenever I start cleaning my room, folding towels indicates that I am about to finish my cleaning.
7. I want to visit a cemetery on my first date.
8. A good advice from my side: if you have cooked something really good but it was quite less to satisfy everybody, don’t make the same dish again immediately even if everybody asks you to do so. A) You will never be able to make it as delicious as before as hard as you may try. B) Even if you do make it as yummy as the last time, by the time you make it, the hunger would have abated and nobody would be in a mood to eat more. SO it is kind of disappointing.
9. I hate small formal conversations with acquaintances. I hate asking these formal “How are you”, “Whats up”, “Where are you coming from”, “Had dinner?”, “How was your vacation” and all and equally hate answering them. But surprisingly I expect everybody I know to pass me a smile while passing me and really get annoyed when not done so.
10. I have a knack of finding lost things immediately (at least before anybody else does so). I usually find even the least expected things that could be found. And yes, I am an expert in losing things too, so this ability comes handy. And yes, can’t do much about cases where something broke or was stolen. Otherwise I never lose stuff.
11. Killing ants is one of my favourite activities in my room in Manipal.
12. I have a bald patch on my head which is as embarrassing as it is noticeable. WHY??!!??!
13. I really fancy having a monkey as my pet in future!
14. I really used to love collecting the “love is” cut-outs from Times of India when I was a kid. The idea was initially Umakka’s and I would love to find the collection back.
15. My most intelligent answer ever was wrong! I was a kid, maybe two and a half or so and my dad had taught me numbers till 10. I had just learnt to call them in proper order and my dad suddenly asks me if one plus one is two, what would be two plus two. I immediately squealed three. When asked why I said because when you did one ‘plus’ one the result was the immediate next number. So when you add two ‘plus’ two, it should be three, the next number to it. SAD! Such logics don’t make mathematics…
16. Well, I am a writing genius! I mean, I can write a word in eight different ways. Plainly, reverse, Upside-down, upside-down-reverse, Mirror-image-plain, Mirror-image-reverse, mirror-image-upside down, mirror-image-upside down-reverse! Well, if you are confused by this itself, then trust me, writing so if tougher.
17. I HAD this bothersome habit of scratching my scalp wildly and violently every night before sleeping. Apparently it was my way of putting myself to sleep. Good news family, I don’t seem to do it anymore. Only that it has been conveniently replaced by ear-scouring.
18. I love boys with prominent jaw-lines but not girls having so. It is a typical masculine feature and very attractive. Katrina Kaif is the only exception I think who looks look with such a noticeable jaw-line.
19. I think 2-D Snake is the coolest mobile game ever (you get them only in basic nokia sets). Each time I play it, I challenge myself to a score and assume if I reach that score some particular thing will happen. Like, if I reach 3000, I will get into MICA or whatever be the last two digits of my score would be the percentage of my compatibility with my crush or some crazy thing like that. Try it out, it makes it more interesting. Just don’t be silly like me and tell it to the world. It might pose a threat to your sanity.
20. Well, this was a pretext to not study for some time. But seriously I should go and start studying now. Family don’t worry, I will be studying now. You can leave this page now with this assurance.
Others, gullible, my family isn’t it???? :-P… :-D
1. I have this strange fetish towards all the English words starting with the letter V but I don’t like names beginning with the same letter much. I still have to figure out why.
2. Toilet is my best place for ideas generation.
3. I still get confused between left and right. I usually look at both my thumbs to know which one is right and which one is left (or wrong), otherwise I usually end up mentioning the other one. P.S: I have a small mole on my left thumb and that is how I figure out the correct side.
4. I suffer from DRIS (Delayed response to internal stimulus)… That is, whenever I make up my mind to do even the simplest of things, I procrastinate the work till it loses its importance. Well that reminds, if you are reading this, Vineeth I have been wanting to scrap you since a long time, how is Australia? Pity that Niyati is unaware of my blog, otherwise I would have apologized for not wishing her on her birthday that was on April 2. And yeah, Sanju I really think of replying to your messages every single day. This disease just doesn’t let me.
5. I do crazy things when I have a crush on somebody. And such things hardly would make a difference to my crush. For example, I preferred to not eat onions and garlic when I had a crush on Dhruv who happened to be a Jain. And the diary in which I have written about him is hilarious. Your sides will pain endlessly after reading it. As for my second crush, OOPS, I should better be quiet.
6. Though it would be hardly believable if you see my room, but I really like: folding clothes, putting bedsheets and also packing things in a bag for any journey. This reminds me that whenever I start cleaning my room, folding towels indicates that I am about to finish my cleaning.
7. I want to visit a cemetery on my first date.
8. A good advice from my side: if you have cooked something really good but it was quite less to satisfy everybody, don’t make the same dish again immediately even if everybody asks you to do so. A) You will never be able to make it as delicious as before as hard as you may try. B) Even if you do make it as yummy as the last time, by the time you make it, the hunger would have abated and nobody would be in a mood to eat more. SO it is kind of disappointing.
9. I hate small formal conversations with acquaintances. I hate asking these formal “How are you”, “Whats up”, “Where are you coming from”, “Had dinner?”, “How was your vacation” and all and equally hate answering them. But surprisingly I expect everybody I know to pass me a smile while passing me and really get annoyed when not done so.
10. I have a knack of finding lost things immediately (at least before anybody else does so). I usually find even the least expected things that could be found. And yes, I am an expert in losing things too, so this ability comes handy. And yes, can’t do much about cases where something broke or was stolen. Otherwise I never lose stuff.
11. Killing ants is one of my favourite activities in my room in Manipal.
12. I have a bald patch on my head which is as embarrassing as it is noticeable. WHY??!!??!
13. I really fancy having a monkey as my pet in future!
14. I really used to love collecting the “love is” cut-outs from Times of India when I was a kid. The idea was initially Umakka’s and I would love to find the collection back.
15. My most intelligent answer ever was wrong! I was a kid, maybe two and a half or so and my dad had taught me numbers till 10. I had just learnt to call them in proper order and my dad suddenly asks me if one plus one is two, what would be two plus two. I immediately squealed three. When asked why I said because when you did one ‘plus’ one the result was the immediate next number. So when you add two ‘plus’ two, it should be three, the next number to it. SAD! Such logics don’t make mathematics…
16. Well, I am a writing genius! I mean, I can write a word in eight different ways. Plainly, reverse, Upside-down, upside-down-reverse, Mirror-image-plain, Mirror-image-reverse, mirror-image-upside down, mirror-image-upside down-reverse! Well, if you are confused by this itself, then trust me, writing so if tougher.
17. I HAD this bothersome habit of scratching my scalp wildly and violently every night before sleeping. Apparently it was my way of putting myself to sleep. Good news family, I don’t seem to do it anymore. Only that it has been conveniently replaced by ear-scouring.
18. I love boys with prominent jaw-lines but not girls having so. It is a typical masculine feature and very attractive. Katrina Kaif is the only exception I think who looks look with such a noticeable jaw-line.
19. I think 2-D Snake is the coolest mobile game ever (you get them only in basic nokia sets). Each time I play it, I challenge myself to a score and assume if I reach that score some particular thing will happen. Like, if I reach 3000, I will get into MICA or whatever be the last two digits of my score would be the percentage of my compatibility with my crush or some crazy thing like that. Try it out, it makes it more interesting. Just don’t be silly like me and tell it to the world. It might pose a threat to your sanity.
20. Well, this was a pretext to not study for some time. But seriously I should go and start studying now. Family don’t worry, I will be studying now. You can leave this page now with this assurance.
Others, gullible, my family isn’t it???? :-P… :-D
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Religion and stuff...
Note: This post was written on April 2, so quite a lot of it might be outdated.
It is so ironic that people do the most inhumane things in order to prove their community the best. That is, by doing such things you make others doubt in the ideals of your community more rather than making them sing praises for it. If at all there was a group of people that was superior to others and there was a way of proving it, it would be by being more tolerant to others and having a broad mindset and not the other way round.
Still, people use aggressiveness, violence and abuses in order to make their community ‘appear’ the best. I mean, how ridiculous is that?
I don’t need to cite any specific incident in this context; it is just in the air. You can simply feel the tension due to this segregated groupism. Groupism to highlight many differences: differences in gender by feminism, regional differences, religion differences. Reading certain comments on articles, I feel confused about why people are standing up for the oppressed: because they feel what happened was unfair or because they feel what happened was unfair to the ‘people of their community”.
What Varun Gandhi said was atrocious but read the comments to any of the articles about this on internet. Some people affront him by saying his religion worships the genitals and stuff. Is this why what he said was incorrect? Tell me, how is this even connected? Couldn’t you be more offended by the fact that he was trying to split this well-knit community by unnecessary ‘chingaris’ and saying erroneous thing about some section of society? Aren’t you humiliated by the unfair judgement which has been “labeled” as a mass-opinion by a particular group of people against the other? This brings both communities into bad light. The one against which the statements are made are definitely not portrayed good and the community saying so is judged intolerant for making such crude remarks.
Shiv Sena is (was) threatening Anjali Waghmare to quit Kasab’s case(which she did: I had written this long ago). To not comment on the act of idiocy by them, I will talk about the comments on such articles. People again forget the main point and discuss about how bad the other religion is. What Kasab did was wrong, definitely and it has resulted in bringing indignity to his nation. But Anjali’s decision is honouring our nation for standing on its ideals and giving fair judgement. And discussing about the brainwashing by leaders to instill a terrorist in an unassuming person, who is gullible to the exposure of false interpretations and assumptions, is far beyond my range of analysis. Not that I don’t have any opinion, it might be too naïve and amateurish.
I hate this injustice brought by sticking to your section of groups. More than the horrendous acts by certain people, I loathe the general judgement by common people on it. I just want fair verdict to all, and on basis what is wrong rather than on what could be wrong to their community. Why should you be insecure if one among the millions in a community turns out to be a disgrace? Accept it benevolently rather than getting offended or defending their acts.
So one of the most common questions is WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE? As far as I (as an amateur) can analyse this situation, I feel the more you probe into this, the deeper you get entangled. Demanding a revolution and criticizing the evil-doers will only result in making them stick more to their point. Oppressing their ideology will make them feel more compelled to bring it out in open. Increase in either of the extremes will increase the number of extremists in the other end too. These sensitive emotions need to be neutralized and that can be done only if we are tolerant and indifferent towards it. If more and more people grow indifferent to it, they will realize that such acts would not bring the desired results because these people just need a reaction from the crowd: either positive or negative. Any response keeps the fire alit. Writing against them, though might create awareness in many minds, it adds to their already- existing agony. I know, I am contradicting myself by exactly doing so, and which is why I had always been a little resistant in discussing about it, even I needed to express my ideas at least once. I still don’t mean that we should act as if nothing ever happened because that will only deepen the wounds of the victims. Help them and give them the aid they need. Just don’t sensationalize the already hyper-sensitive situation. The more you remind a child that he was hurt, the more he will cry and the more you try punishing the person who has beaten the child, the more that person will develop hatred towards him. That is it. And even if these attempts do neutralize the situation, it will be a forcefully amicable environment. Instead, try making the child realize that you will be there for them in the worst of situations and make the other person realize in a very friendly manner that what he did is totally unacceptable. I know, I know, what I am saying here is invalid to a large extent when you consider the big picture, but I was just trying to simplify things.
In Indian context, we have to make the extremists realize that we are not the people wearing mini-skirts and having highly accented English, but simple traditional Indians wearing Khadi Kurtas who feel concerned about the scenario. It is not that we have no faith in any religion but that we have respect for all religions and receptive to all types of traditions and customs. We have to strike a common chord with them and show that we aren’t being inconsiderate to their feelings or trying to degrade or even look down upon any of their beliefs. We all equally respect our tradition, only without vengeance for other traditions. Celebrating Valentine’s Day will in no way stop us from celebrating Diwali with same vigour. Atheism is not the solution we say, but communal harmony. We are the same hindu who will attend a christian function and also fast for an islamic fast.
Well, ever since people told me that my blog sounds ‘preachy’ I feel very uncomfortable in voicing my opinions. Hence, I have tried making it sound as light as possible. I still fear that I might have sounded too opinionated by now, so I will stop.
It is so ironic that people do the most inhumane things in order to prove their community the best. That is, by doing such things you make others doubt in the ideals of your community more rather than making them sing praises for it. If at all there was a group of people that was superior to others and there was a way of proving it, it would be by being more tolerant to others and having a broad mindset and not the other way round.
Still, people use aggressiveness, violence and abuses in order to make their community ‘appear’ the best. I mean, how ridiculous is that?
I don’t need to cite any specific incident in this context; it is just in the air. You can simply feel the tension due to this segregated groupism. Groupism to highlight many differences: differences in gender by feminism, regional differences, religion differences. Reading certain comments on articles, I feel confused about why people are standing up for the oppressed: because they feel what happened was unfair or because they feel what happened was unfair to the ‘people of their community”.
What Varun Gandhi said was atrocious but read the comments to any of the articles about this on internet. Some people affront him by saying his religion worships the genitals and stuff. Is this why what he said was incorrect? Tell me, how is this even connected? Couldn’t you be more offended by the fact that he was trying to split this well-knit community by unnecessary ‘chingaris’ and saying erroneous thing about some section of society? Aren’t you humiliated by the unfair judgement which has been “labeled” as a mass-opinion by a particular group of people against the other? This brings both communities into bad light. The one against which the statements are made are definitely not portrayed good and the community saying so is judged intolerant for making such crude remarks.
Shiv Sena is (was) threatening Anjali Waghmare to quit Kasab’s case(which she did: I had written this long ago). To not comment on the act of idiocy by them, I will talk about the comments on such articles. People again forget the main point and discuss about how bad the other religion is. What Kasab did was wrong, definitely and it has resulted in bringing indignity to his nation. But Anjali’s decision is honouring our nation for standing on its ideals and giving fair judgement. And discussing about the brainwashing by leaders to instill a terrorist in an unassuming person, who is gullible to the exposure of false interpretations and assumptions, is far beyond my range of analysis. Not that I don’t have any opinion, it might be too naïve and amateurish.
I hate this injustice brought by sticking to your section of groups. More than the horrendous acts by certain people, I loathe the general judgement by common people on it. I just want fair verdict to all, and on basis what is wrong rather than on what could be wrong to their community. Why should you be insecure if one among the millions in a community turns out to be a disgrace? Accept it benevolently rather than getting offended or defending their acts.
So one of the most common questions is WHAT NEEDS TO BE DONE? As far as I (as an amateur) can analyse this situation, I feel the more you probe into this, the deeper you get entangled. Demanding a revolution and criticizing the evil-doers will only result in making them stick more to their point. Oppressing their ideology will make them feel more compelled to bring it out in open. Increase in either of the extremes will increase the number of extremists in the other end too. These sensitive emotions need to be neutralized and that can be done only if we are tolerant and indifferent towards it. If more and more people grow indifferent to it, they will realize that such acts would not bring the desired results because these people just need a reaction from the crowd: either positive or negative. Any response keeps the fire alit. Writing against them, though might create awareness in many minds, it adds to their already- existing agony. I know, I am contradicting myself by exactly doing so, and which is why I had always been a little resistant in discussing about it, even I needed to express my ideas at least once. I still don’t mean that we should act as if nothing ever happened because that will only deepen the wounds of the victims. Help them and give them the aid they need. Just don’t sensationalize the already hyper-sensitive situation. The more you remind a child that he was hurt, the more he will cry and the more you try punishing the person who has beaten the child, the more that person will develop hatred towards him. That is it. And even if these attempts do neutralize the situation, it will be a forcefully amicable environment. Instead, try making the child realize that you will be there for them in the worst of situations and make the other person realize in a very friendly manner that what he did is totally unacceptable. I know, I know, what I am saying here is invalid to a large extent when you consider the big picture, but I was just trying to simplify things.
In Indian context, we have to make the extremists realize that we are not the people wearing mini-skirts and having highly accented English, but simple traditional Indians wearing Khadi Kurtas who feel concerned about the scenario. It is not that we have no faith in any religion but that we have respect for all religions and receptive to all types of traditions and customs. We have to strike a common chord with them and show that we aren’t being inconsiderate to their feelings or trying to degrade or even look down upon any of their beliefs. We all equally respect our tradition, only without vengeance for other traditions. Celebrating Valentine’s Day will in no way stop us from celebrating Diwali with same vigour. Atheism is not the solution we say, but communal harmony. We are the same hindu who will attend a christian function and also fast for an islamic fast.
Well, ever since people told me that my blog sounds ‘preachy’ I feel very uncomfortable in voicing my opinions. Hence, I have tried making it sound as light as possible. I still fear that I might have sounded too opinionated by now, so I will stop.
Manipal and seniors...
This post is dedicated to Manipal and my seniors.
First of all, I love both the above mentioned things. Manipal: It has one of the most happening college-campuses in India. The whole town is filled with students and every day here there is some event or the other in one of the colleges. It is the coolest thing of having so many colleges in the university grounds. I mean, in which other place can you get enough liberty to hold events right in the middle of the road, paint the roads, install speakers and play loud music and importantly get a huge youthful crowd? And these same roads are the famous hang-outs for students even when there is no event taking place. The best place, where you can sit and chat with friends without having to pay for it. Yes, we actually sit on roads here. No need to worry, vehicles are not allowed inside the campus, so it is quite safe. Imagine, we actually own the roads and need not worry about our safety. Everything is soooo conveniently designed with only students in mind.
I think all the colleges might have the same atmosphere but I feel special here. It is not just the campus that is ours, but the whole town itself. We get everything here at subsidized rates, even our sim cards. The student’s offer on sim cards is mind-blowing. It is unbelievably low and we get 100 free local sms everyday!!!!
Being in Manipal, you see only one age-group of people and hardly any older or younger person, except the faculty and shop-keepers and their children. This crowd is so hep and up-to-date as far as fashion is concerned. You see the prettiest of girls here, with amazing outfits, jewellery, accessories, hair-styles with a vast collection of cosmetics and make-up kits. And the place itself is such a wonderful scenic beauty. We are right in the middle of Western Ghats, and the coast is so near. Wow! There are so many beautiful places near Manipal: Malpe, Kaup, Udyavara, Gokarna, Coorg, Hampi, Jog falls,Karkala, Moodbidri, Hanumangundi et cetera.
I feel so safe here, I can actually walk back home at three in the night. With students everywhere, who should I be scared of, students? Now, don’t start mentioning the TISS case. As long as you aren’t in somebody house outside campus, nothing can happen to you, there are security guards everywhere.
Anyways, the best thing I like about Manipal is that more than being designed as a student’s town, it has so beautifully ‘evolved’ a perfect place for college going students. I mean, a simple mess over here is more popular than any of the fancy restaurants. And I just love how so many ‘canteens’ have “maggi noodles” and “cheese maggi” in their menu. It would be so unusual to see it in a menu elsewhere. Here many have no access to any kitchen or even a thing in which something can be boiled; Maggi becomes a favourite choice of students.
And the most unique thing about a campus like ours: this place almost magically becomes empty during semester breaks. That would be so unreal to picture any town or city to have this trait. I cannot even measure how much the localites might miss “its” crowd “twice every year”!!! Also, Manipal being somewhat in the middle of a not-so developed (so-called) city like Udupi, you can clearly see a remarkably extraordinary mixture of cultures. In Manipal, there are many foreign students and NRIs, who are comfortable in going all the way to a beach (via the city) in shorts and spaghetti tops. And on the other hand, you will see localite-girls wearing salwar suits and with nicely oiled and braided hair. It is a bizarre sight if you are a good observer, especially because both the cultures accept the other in a welcoming way and don’t mind the difference.
And also because of this huge range of places from where students migrate, you might not find any particular uniform code of ethics that are followed because you cannot narrow it to some rules as all these various students have different definitions of ethics, of what is wrong and right and of limitations. So, the college lets you free to set your own limitations and define your principles in the way you are comfortable or have been brought up. Fair enough.
Now talking particularly about our college, I can easily say if Manipal itself is the best college (from a teenager’s point of view) then MIC is the best among the best. It is the most chilled out place you can think of. The reasons we have, to go regularly to college are: to socialize with friends in the common room, to spare yourself from the scathing heat outside in the air-conditioned library with comfortable sofas (the library I must mention has an audio-visual room where people go anytime to watch their favourite shows in TV including cricket matches), to have all-day meals in canteen (with the bill in your “account”) where you can see nice videos of typical hindi movie songs and also to organize events for the club you are active in. With maximum of two classes a day, we MICians try making ourselves sooo busy over here. And then even our classes make us do such nice assignments, of done with interest like radio productions, AM plus weekly newspaper work, making our own website, film-analysis (which other course would make you watch movies as a part of curriculum?) or watch cricket and give a detailed report on it, organize events, make television production and a lot more. The best project till now for me was the history assignment, where we had to personally visit a historically important place and write about it. The assignment demanded a trip in itself!! And then, this college has almost given me a paid euro-tour if only I had planned it better. What else can you want from your college?
And now our seniors. I still can’t digest the fact that they will be leaving in less than a month’s period. I will seriously missing many of them. With Ram already gone, I have already started registering his absence. I cant imagine this place without our “leaders” and “inspirers”. Without them, we will be bunch of haphazard people who though might have creative ideas, would be clueless about executing them perfectly. Our seniors were the ones who took the initiatives and we followed. And seriously they make a great batch with soooo many talented people. Raaga (I don’t know why, but I will miss her the most), Ashima, Aashika, Anadi, Ruchika, Kriti, Karishma, Shaz, Sara, Norten, Nida, Anaswara, Ridhima, Bala, Aakruti, Arpitha (di), Bibash are all so good in their field of interest. And I am only mentioning those about whom I know at least a little. There will be many who would be equally talented and I would be unaware of it. If not miss them, I will at least find Manipal very different without these people. And yeah, one more thing: about Raga. I remember at first, when we had just come to Manipal, many of my classmates had rated her, the scariest senior. And now, I am so sure, more than that number there will be people who will be rating her as the most lovable senior!!! She is such a thought-provoking motivating inspiration! Even Ram, he might have scared many with his assertiveness-cum-aggressiveness, he was truly a role-model.
First of all, I love both the above mentioned things. Manipal: It has one of the most happening college-campuses in India. The whole town is filled with students and every day here there is some event or the other in one of the colleges. It is the coolest thing of having so many colleges in the university grounds. I mean, in which other place can you get enough liberty to hold events right in the middle of the road, paint the roads, install speakers and play loud music and importantly get a huge youthful crowd? And these same roads are the famous hang-outs for students even when there is no event taking place. The best place, where you can sit and chat with friends without having to pay for it. Yes, we actually sit on roads here. No need to worry, vehicles are not allowed inside the campus, so it is quite safe. Imagine, we actually own the roads and need not worry about our safety. Everything is soooo conveniently designed with only students in mind.
I think all the colleges might have the same atmosphere but I feel special here. It is not just the campus that is ours, but the whole town itself. We get everything here at subsidized rates, even our sim cards. The student’s offer on sim cards is mind-blowing. It is unbelievably low and we get 100 free local sms everyday!!!!
Being in Manipal, you see only one age-group of people and hardly any older or younger person, except the faculty and shop-keepers and their children. This crowd is so hep and up-to-date as far as fashion is concerned. You see the prettiest of girls here, with amazing outfits, jewellery, accessories, hair-styles with a vast collection of cosmetics and make-up kits. And the place itself is such a wonderful scenic beauty. We are right in the middle of Western Ghats, and the coast is so near. Wow! There are so many beautiful places near Manipal: Malpe, Kaup, Udyavara, Gokarna, Coorg, Hampi, Jog falls,Karkala, Moodbidri, Hanumangundi et cetera.
I feel so safe here, I can actually walk back home at three in the night. With students everywhere, who should I be scared of, students? Now, don’t start mentioning the TISS case. As long as you aren’t in somebody house outside campus, nothing can happen to you, there are security guards everywhere.
Anyways, the best thing I like about Manipal is that more than being designed as a student’s town, it has so beautifully ‘evolved’ a perfect place for college going students. I mean, a simple mess over here is more popular than any of the fancy restaurants. And I just love how so many ‘canteens’ have “maggi noodles” and “cheese maggi” in their menu. It would be so unusual to see it in a menu elsewhere. Here many have no access to any kitchen or even a thing in which something can be boiled; Maggi becomes a favourite choice of students.
And the most unique thing about a campus like ours: this place almost magically becomes empty during semester breaks. That would be so unreal to picture any town or city to have this trait. I cannot even measure how much the localites might miss “its” crowd “twice every year”!!! Also, Manipal being somewhat in the middle of a not-so developed (so-called) city like Udupi, you can clearly see a remarkably extraordinary mixture of cultures. In Manipal, there are many foreign students and NRIs, who are comfortable in going all the way to a beach (via the city) in shorts and spaghetti tops. And on the other hand, you will see localite-girls wearing salwar suits and with nicely oiled and braided hair. It is a bizarre sight if you are a good observer, especially because both the cultures accept the other in a welcoming way and don’t mind the difference.
And also because of this huge range of places from where students migrate, you might not find any particular uniform code of ethics that are followed because you cannot narrow it to some rules as all these various students have different definitions of ethics, of what is wrong and right and of limitations. So, the college lets you free to set your own limitations and define your principles in the way you are comfortable or have been brought up. Fair enough.
Now talking particularly about our college, I can easily say if Manipal itself is the best college (from a teenager’s point of view) then MIC is the best among the best. It is the most chilled out place you can think of. The reasons we have, to go regularly to college are: to socialize with friends in the common room, to spare yourself from the scathing heat outside in the air-conditioned library with comfortable sofas (the library I must mention has an audio-visual room where people go anytime to watch their favourite shows in TV including cricket matches), to have all-day meals in canteen (with the bill in your “account”) where you can see nice videos of typical hindi movie songs and also to organize events for the club you are active in. With maximum of two classes a day, we MICians try making ourselves sooo busy over here. And then even our classes make us do such nice assignments, of done with interest like radio productions, AM plus weekly newspaper work, making our own website, film-analysis (which other course would make you watch movies as a part of curriculum?) or watch cricket and give a detailed report on it, organize events, make television production and a lot more. The best project till now for me was the history assignment, where we had to personally visit a historically important place and write about it. The assignment demanded a trip in itself!! And then, this college has almost given me a paid euro-tour if only I had planned it better. What else can you want from your college?
And now our seniors. I still can’t digest the fact that they will be leaving in less than a month’s period. I will seriously missing many of them. With Ram already gone, I have already started registering his absence. I cant imagine this place without our “leaders” and “inspirers”. Without them, we will be bunch of haphazard people who though might have creative ideas, would be clueless about executing them perfectly. Our seniors were the ones who took the initiatives and we followed. And seriously they make a great batch with soooo many talented people. Raaga (I don’t know why, but I will miss her the most), Ashima, Aashika, Anadi, Ruchika, Kriti, Karishma, Shaz, Sara, Norten, Nida, Anaswara, Ridhima, Bala, Aakruti, Arpitha (di), Bibash are all so good in their field of interest. And I am only mentioning those about whom I know at least a little. There will be many who would be equally talented and I would be unaware of it. If not miss them, I will at least find Manipal very different without these people. And yeah, one more thing: about Raga. I remember at first, when we had just come to Manipal, many of my classmates had rated her, the scariest senior. And now, I am so sure, more than that number there will be people who will be rating her as the most lovable senior!!! She is such a thought-provoking motivating inspiration! Even Ram, he might have scared many with his assertiveness-cum-aggressiveness, he was truly a role-model.
It is...
Tan tanaaa!!!
Feeling freed from a burden of a secret!!!! RELIEVED.
So felt like talking about the burdens connected with secrets. Secrets are such strange things; something that is hidden so that it can be conveniently revealed to someone in such a way that the person is forced to not feel wrong about you. That is, when you do something wrong, you hide it and reveal it to the only person who will be affected and by doing so; you compel the person to not treat you harshly (who would otherwise have done so) because of it. hmm…. quite a puzzling thing it is.
So, SECRETS. So trust me, the best thing to do when you have a secret is to let go of it and free yourself from it. It is the best mantra. Because you usually hide it, when you think it is unacceptable and the more you cling to it, the more it pressurises you. It makes you feel worse about the issue every time you think of it and by doing you, you start considering yourself as a selfish creature to have done such a thing. And which makes you think that that particular thing was an unforgivable mistake. And so on and so forth.
BUT, the moment you share it with someone (even with someone hardly connected to it), the first thing you realise is that there is not anything that cannot be talked about, listened to, discussed about and forgiven. And while doing so, you automatically (because of self defence) come up with justifications for the act and clear your mind for harsh self-judgements. This is when you yourself get answers as to why something happened at the first place. More than knowing that a person has accepted you after knowing it, you feel better by acknowledging that you have finally accepted the fact and are fine with it. Your previously-considered wrong actions make sense to you then and your explanations make you forgive yourself. And I am not talking about BIG secrets here. Even a simple secret like getting to know someone likes someone else makes you hide it is because you aren’t supposed to know about it, until it has been official. It might not be something deplorable but still it is not apt for you to know it in a premature state. You can somewhat say, it might not be politically correct or something.
Again there are some other secrets like you being pregnant or something which you wish to keep to yourself until it is confirmed. These secrets are not what I am mentioning here. That you keep undisclosed because you aren’t sure of it and hence consider it too early and untimely to be told about. these are light, pleasant secrets and I am talking about those heavy secrets which might often give you headaches. Even then, even these kind of secrets have something in common with the secrets I am talking about. these secrets too, aren’t told usually because you are unsure of the situation and thereby might mislead people into expecting something. Which is why, they can also be categorised as incorrect and somehow can be linked to my explanation as to why secrets exist. But clearly there is a difference between these two types of secrets which is almost parallel to the difference between a black lie and a white one.
Hmm…. This makes sense to me, though I am not sure how many will be able to understand it. anyways, the bottom line is that feel free to share your secrets without the fear of being judged. And also that, secrets are good in a way, they give you the freedom to choose the right moment to reveal it to people and make them not condemn you for it. and in a way, it is a way of expressing that you were guilty about doing so or maybe sorry for whatever happened or at least considered it improper to be told at that moment. And yes, MAIN POINT. Don’t hide anything from me na, I would not mind if you told me about it. SO SECRETS PEOPLE…….!!!!!!!!!! Tell me asap! (And yes, don’t be extremely mean and give me horrid details of what you think about me. Such secrets are best kept HIDDEN! And yes, if there are such things, how dare you visit my blog and try knowing what I am up to? Finding more reasons to hate me? Anyways, good for me too. READERSHIP matters!)
Feeling freed from a burden of a secret!!!! RELIEVED.
So felt like talking about the burdens connected with secrets. Secrets are such strange things; something that is hidden so that it can be conveniently revealed to someone in such a way that the person is forced to not feel wrong about you. That is, when you do something wrong, you hide it and reveal it to the only person who will be affected and by doing so; you compel the person to not treat you harshly (who would otherwise have done so) because of it. hmm…. quite a puzzling thing it is.
So, SECRETS. So trust me, the best thing to do when you have a secret is to let go of it and free yourself from it. It is the best mantra. Because you usually hide it, when you think it is unacceptable and the more you cling to it, the more it pressurises you. It makes you feel worse about the issue every time you think of it and by doing you, you start considering yourself as a selfish creature to have done such a thing. And which makes you think that that particular thing was an unforgivable mistake. And so on and so forth.
BUT, the moment you share it with someone (even with someone hardly connected to it), the first thing you realise is that there is not anything that cannot be talked about, listened to, discussed about and forgiven. And while doing so, you automatically (because of self defence) come up with justifications for the act and clear your mind for harsh self-judgements. This is when you yourself get answers as to why something happened at the first place. More than knowing that a person has accepted you after knowing it, you feel better by acknowledging that you have finally accepted the fact and are fine with it. Your previously-considered wrong actions make sense to you then and your explanations make you forgive yourself. And I am not talking about BIG secrets here. Even a simple secret like getting to know someone likes someone else makes you hide it is because you aren’t supposed to know about it, until it has been official. It might not be something deplorable but still it is not apt for you to know it in a premature state. You can somewhat say, it might not be politically correct or something.
Again there are some other secrets like you being pregnant or something which you wish to keep to yourself until it is confirmed. These secrets are not what I am mentioning here. That you keep undisclosed because you aren’t sure of it and hence consider it too early and untimely to be told about. these are light, pleasant secrets and I am talking about those heavy secrets which might often give you headaches. Even then, even these kind of secrets have something in common with the secrets I am talking about. these secrets too, aren’t told usually because you are unsure of the situation and thereby might mislead people into expecting something. Which is why, they can also be categorised as incorrect and somehow can be linked to my explanation as to why secrets exist. But clearly there is a difference between these two types of secrets which is almost parallel to the difference between a black lie and a white one.
Hmm…. This makes sense to me, though I am not sure how many will be able to understand it. anyways, the bottom line is that feel free to share your secrets without the fear of being judged. And also that, secrets are good in a way, they give you the freedom to choose the right moment to reveal it to people and make them not condemn you for it. and in a way, it is a way of expressing that you were guilty about doing so or maybe sorry for whatever happened or at least considered it improper to be told at that moment. And yes, MAIN POINT. Don’t hide anything from me na, I would not mind if you told me about it. SO SECRETS PEOPLE…….!!!!!!!!!! Tell me asap! (And yes, don’t be extremely mean and give me horrid details of what you think about me. Such secrets are best kept HIDDEN! And yes, if there are such things, how dare you visit my blog and try knowing what I am up to? Finding more reasons to hate me? Anyways, good for me too. READERSHIP matters!)
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
I am so JOKEY!!!!
• Ha! A funny thought just lingered in my mind. One of my classmates is from Nepal and her name is Arya. Suppose one of her nepali friends comes here and doesn’t know English at all except our college name. So here is how the conversation might be.
Nepali Friend: MIC?? (Am I ‘C’?)
Me: Maybe. If you say so.
Nepali friend: Arya?? (are ya?)
Me: No, I am definitely not ‘C’. Ask somebody else.
• I wish I could have been an ant. If so I could have carried things 10times of my weight and need not sleep. Moreover, I couldn’t have had an allergy from myself!
• I was recently listening to this song “Urvashi” somewhere. What took my attention was a line where the guy asks the girl if she knows how many ‘akshars’ are there in the word ‘pyar’. And in the following line he pleads her to signal him a yes from her side by saying the ‘two akshars’. Funnily there are two and a half akshars in the word pyar and when he asked her to say only two, there could have not been any other combination but ‘yaar’ (because the other combinations would have had one and a half) which ultimately results in making him her friend and not a romantic boyfriend. He would not have thought how his simple like could be backfired so easily!
• AND here comes the best joke of all. I LOVE MY JOKES and really laugh very hard at each one of them!!!
Nepali Friend: MIC?? (Am I ‘C’?)
Me: Maybe. If you say so.
Nepali friend: Arya?? (are ya?)
Me: No, I am definitely not ‘C’. Ask somebody else.
• I wish I could have been an ant. If so I could have carried things 10times of my weight and need not sleep. Moreover, I couldn’t have had an allergy from myself!
• I was recently listening to this song “Urvashi” somewhere. What took my attention was a line where the guy asks the girl if she knows how many ‘akshars’ are there in the word ‘pyar’. And in the following line he pleads her to signal him a yes from her side by saying the ‘two akshars’. Funnily there are two and a half akshars in the word pyar and when he asked her to say only two, there could have not been any other combination but ‘yaar’ (because the other combinations would have had one and a half) which ultimately results in making him her friend and not a romantic boyfriend. He would not have thought how his simple like could be backfired so easily!
• AND here comes the best joke of all. I LOVE MY JOKES and really laugh very hard at each one of them!!!
My hate list...
• Here is my hate list. Some things which annoy me quite easily:
o Ghost stories: the supposedly horror stories never amuse me. As a speaker, one is either totally convinced with the ghost’s existence (and usually swells his eyes enormously and talks in such a slow dramatic manner like ,”Pataaaaheeee main bilkuuul bhiii jhoooot nahi booool rahiii.. aaaaiiiiisssaaaa sachhhh mein huaaaa thaaaa mere saaaaath!” OMG….) or is basically trying to sound ‘heroic’ by making fun of people who get scared and showing courage in not being afraid. Well, a message to the latter ones: You don’t appear heroic but rather silly to be discussing such issues with such interest.
As far as my view on this is concerned, mostly it is just a game of mind. You visualize the things you think about. So, when you are walking alone in a lonely lane surrounded by tall trees in deep night, your mind is already expecting a ghost to swoosh in. The ghost (if you feel the presence) comes only when it is in demand and asked for. After all, “uski bhi koi izzat hai ya nahi?” (Doesn’t he also have some self-respect?) Anyways, not debating on that, even if the ghost does give his guest appearance, why talk about it? I mean if your chacha ke friend ki bhabhi ki behan ka bêta has seen a ghost: Big deal. I mean, you haven’t seen it till now na? Get scared when you see it. Till then relax. And if you have seen it, you should have been scared when you saw it. Why NOW? Ho gaya na scene khatam? (The scene has ended na?) You are fine now, right? END OF DISCUSSION. Why discuss further then?
Lately I have heard a lot of creepy stories about the place I live in. It seems that it is the favourite hang-out for some ghosts. Till the time I don’t encounter anything, I will not comment. BUT YES! It is quite scary to get back to my room in night. NOOOO! Not because of ghosts but because of more bloodcurdling creatures! Yes! You would have probably guessed it right, if you know me. I am talking about Lizards… of various lengths, colours and sizes (gender, caste, creed, race included)
o Typically feminine traits: Though I am very girlie-girlie, there are certain feminine traits which I particularly abhor. For example: Wanting to look good is perfectly fine. You should be nice and presentable. It is obviously revolting to see a dirty unclean girl scratching her scalp and then putting the same hand in her mouth. But what I despise is that some girls more than just wanting to look pretty want people (especially boys) to compliment them throughout the day. I mean, is this really a measure to know how pretty you are? (Hey, have you heard this annoying hindi song which has this line: “cheeti pahad chale marne ke waste, ladki kare make-up ladko ke waste. Don’t know about the first line but the lyricist surely knew what he was writing in the second line!!) It is also sometimes annoying when girls take extra time to dress up putting different layers of cream and foundation and powder and sunscreen and toner and all of that. You boys! Don’t you dare smirk at us. It is equally irritating when you get ready late even if it is because you were watching some idotic football match or sleeping till 8.30 for a programme that was supposed to be attended at 7.
(Oh yes! Going back to girls, some go further and measure their beauty by counting the number of boys who have asked them out. Seriously girls, I am unsure about the level of beauty it calculates, but I am very certain that is surely is a good way to measure how desperate you are. Well, that is not the point I want to discuss. It will take a lot of space)
Next is that is good to be in love and all of that but some foolhardy girls go out of their way to make someone like them. Well, boys do the same (or maybe more) but the difference is that at least they accept that they do like some particular girl and are chasing her. Girls on the contrary never accept it, go for indirect ways to make someone like them and irritatingly say that it was the boy who was chasing her all the while.
And yes, some girls are strange. What they do is tell all their kutti (tamil one and not the hindi one!!! Tamil kutti means minuscule) problems to their guy friends as if they cannot solve their problems on their own. “Oh! I cant do this, I cant do that!” “I don’t know how to book my railway ticket back home.” Seriously girls, you need to grow up. The one you are complaining to, is the same age as you are. If he knows how to do it, so should you. And if you don’t, better try to learn it rather than making a fool of yourself in front of him by letting him know that you aren’t capable of doing even this much. And this cribbing habit gets beyond tolerance when girls tell about all the little eve-teasing they might have experienced to the guys. All those “He was staring at me”, “He was following me”, “Oh god! Somebody gave me a missed call! Who could that be???” in a tense I-am-not-liking-it kind of expression. But obvious your friend has to show concern and when he does so, you move to cloud nine. And usually more is the chance that the girl might just be assuming things rather than they being true. The most extra-ordinary thing about all of this is that in the end the girl enjoys all the attention: from the stranger and from her concerned friend. Receiving the attention already preplanned! GIRLS!
o Class disobedience: I hate it when students come to college, attend classes and don’t pay attention to the teacher and rather start talking to each other intentionally. It is acceptable that sometimes your mind does get diverted and sometimes there are things that you need to tell precisely at that moment. But otherwise you should at least make an attempt to listen to what your teacher is saying. I even agree that sometimes you are extremely tired and involuntarily doze off in between the class for a moment or so, but some students come to the class with the purpose of socializing and sleeping. I really get bugged by what all happens in my class during lectures. One of my friends (or should I say my only friend) hardly even looks at the teacher in the whole hour. She sleeps, she talks, she ‘sms’es, she sketches, cleans her bag (and occasionally finds some of her lost ear-rings for which she exclaims loudly) and if has nothing else to do stares at her feet than looking up till the lecture ends. Well, I am not talking about Pavamani Sir’s 15-minute lecture (including the ten minute long attendance) In his lecture you hardly would understand a thing even if you pay attention: one because he also gets so easily occupied in out-of-the-topic talks and two because even when he is teaching the whole class makes more noise than his voice in the microphone. No offence meant, he is one of the most adjustable, flexible and student-loving professor I have known. So moving back to the topic, I am not talking about flippant lectures, but the serious ones. I consider that people should pay attention in the lectures if not out of respect for their teachers but for their self-respect. They should respect the choice they have made for their career and pay attention but for their own sake, to respect their decision.
Anyways, let me finish this post. For now, these two points are enough to get me beaten up by many (Including my only friend). I pray God and beg you all to spare me. It is not me, it is SHE who is writing. Remember who? Read this post and you will know.
o Ghost stories: the supposedly horror stories never amuse me. As a speaker, one is either totally convinced with the ghost’s existence (and usually swells his eyes enormously and talks in such a slow dramatic manner like ,”Pataaaaheeee main bilkuuul bhiii jhoooot nahi booool rahiii.. aaaaiiiiisssaaaa sachhhh mein huaaaa thaaaa mere saaaaath!” OMG….) or is basically trying to sound ‘heroic’ by making fun of people who get scared and showing courage in not being afraid. Well, a message to the latter ones: You don’t appear heroic but rather silly to be discussing such issues with such interest.
As far as my view on this is concerned, mostly it is just a game of mind. You visualize the things you think about. So, when you are walking alone in a lonely lane surrounded by tall trees in deep night, your mind is already expecting a ghost to swoosh in. The ghost (if you feel the presence) comes only when it is in demand and asked for. After all, “uski bhi koi izzat hai ya nahi?” (Doesn’t he also have some self-respect?) Anyways, not debating on that, even if the ghost does give his guest appearance, why talk about it? I mean if your chacha ke friend ki bhabhi ki behan ka bêta has seen a ghost: Big deal. I mean, you haven’t seen it till now na? Get scared when you see it. Till then relax. And if you have seen it, you should have been scared when you saw it. Why NOW? Ho gaya na scene khatam? (The scene has ended na?) You are fine now, right? END OF DISCUSSION. Why discuss further then?
Lately I have heard a lot of creepy stories about the place I live in. It seems that it is the favourite hang-out for some ghosts. Till the time I don’t encounter anything, I will not comment. BUT YES! It is quite scary to get back to my room in night. NOOOO! Not because of ghosts but because of more bloodcurdling creatures! Yes! You would have probably guessed it right, if you know me. I am talking about Lizards… of various lengths, colours and sizes (gender, caste, creed, race included)
o Typically feminine traits: Though I am very girlie-girlie, there are certain feminine traits which I particularly abhor. For example: Wanting to look good is perfectly fine. You should be nice and presentable. It is obviously revolting to see a dirty unclean girl scratching her scalp and then putting the same hand in her mouth. But what I despise is that some girls more than just wanting to look pretty want people (especially boys) to compliment them throughout the day. I mean, is this really a measure to know how pretty you are? (Hey, have you heard this annoying hindi song which has this line: “cheeti pahad chale marne ke waste, ladki kare make-up ladko ke waste. Don’t know about the first line but the lyricist surely knew what he was writing in the second line!!) It is also sometimes annoying when girls take extra time to dress up putting different layers of cream and foundation and powder and sunscreen and toner and all of that. You boys! Don’t you dare smirk at us. It is equally irritating when you get ready late even if it is because you were watching some idotic football match or sleeping till 8.30 for a programme that was supposed to be attended at 7.
(Oh yes! Going back to girls, some go further and measure their beauty by counting the number of boys who have asked them out. Seriously girls, I am unsure about the level of beauty it calculates, but I am very certain that is surely is a good way to measure how desperate you are. Well, that is not the point I want to discuss. It will take a lot of space)
Next is that is good to be in love and all of that but some foolhardy girls go out of their way to make someone like them. Well, boys do the same (or maybe more) but the difference is that at least they accept that they do like some particular girl and are chasing her. Girls on the contrary never accept it, go for indirect ways to make someone like them and irritatingly say that it was the boy who was chasing her all the while.
And yes, some girls are strange. What they do is tell all their kutti (tamil one and not the hindi one!!! Tamil kutti means minuscule) problems to their guy friends as if they cannot solve their problems on their own. “Oh! I cant do this, I cant do that!” “I don’t know how to book my railway ticket back home.” Seriously girls, you need to grow up. The one you are complaining to, is the same age as you are. If he knows how to do it, so should you. And if you don’t, better try to learn it rather than making a fool of yourself in front of him by letting him know that you aren’t capable of doing even this much. And this cribbing habit gets beyond tolerance when girls tell about all the little eve-teasing they might have experienced to the guys. All those “He was staring at me”, “He was following me”, “Oh god! Somebody gave me a missed call! Who could that be???” in a tense I-am-not-liking-it kind of expression. But obvious your friend has to show concern and when he does so, you move to cloud nine. And usually more is the chance that the girl might just be assuming things rather than they being true. The most extra-ordinary thing about all of this is that in the end the girl enjoys all the attention: from the stranger and from her concerned friend. Receiving the attention already preplanned! GIRLS!
o Class disobedience: I hate it when students come to college, attend classes and don’t pay attention to the teacher and rather start talking to each other intentionally. It is acceptable that sometimes your mind does get diverted and sometimes there are things that you need to tell precisely at that moment. But otherwise you should at least make an attempt to listen to what your teacher is saying. I even agree that sometimes you are extremely tired and involuntarily doze off in between the class for a moment or so, but some students come to the class with the purpose of socializing and sleeping. I really get bugged by what all happens in my class during lectures. One of my friends (or should I say my only friend) hardly even looks at the teacher in the whole hour. She sleeps, she talks, she ‘sms’es, she sketches, cleans her bag (and occasionally finds some of her lost ear-rings for which she exclaims loudly) and if has nothing else to do stares at her feet than looking up till the lecture ends. Well, I am not talking about Pavamani Sir’s 15-minute lecture (including the ten minute long attendance) In his lecture you hardly would understand a thing even if you pay attention: one because he also gets so easily occupied in out-of-the-topic talks and two because even when he is teaching the whole class makes more noise than his voice in the microphone. No offence meant, he is one of the most adjustable, flexible and student-loving professor I have known. So moving back to the topic, I am not talking about flippant lectures, but the serious ones. I consider that people should pay attention in the lectures if not out of respect for their teachers but for their self-respect. They should respect the choice they have made for their career and pay attention but for their own sake, to respect their decision.
Anyways, let me finish this post. For now, these two points are enough to get me beaten up by many (Including my only friend). I pray God and beg you all to spare me. It is not me, it is SHE who is writing. Remember who? Read this post and you will know.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Bijleee Bola!
Hey readers! I was imagining what it would be like to become our college fest’s mascot! Bijlee-the bulb! It would be so cool. The bright yellow colourful bijlee with a 220watt smile (pun intended). Mr. Bijlee has many reasons to be our mascot. First of all, it spreads light and we as communication students will be spreading the light of knowledge and news through our fest (I am not very certain about this being a reason). Secondly, we have come up with this publicity stunt called “Power-off for an hour” to attract people through social causes. Well, I found it quite ironical to keep our mascot “bijlee-a bulb” and then contradicting ourselves by switching off our mascot. And bulb also being a synonym for dumb fools, we are somehow suggesting that we are as dumb as a bulb. However, since I hardly participate in A-19 meetings (and when I do, I simply remain wordless and not utter a word like an idiot), I should not be critical to those who actually work so hard for it. So anyways, today I was thinking about this bijlee thing and some points struck my mind which I wanted to write about. Hmm.. Well they need to be edited but these are just tentative ideas that could be worked upon and used as a base to build a blog-post in our bijlee blog.
I consider that power-off for an hour will be more of an unbearable nuisance to many to actually appreciate the cause. But we can still get some points by saying, a big star is coming down to share his ‘electrifying personality’ with you and hence you would not be needing power for an hour. The star will be there to illuminate you in his presence and shower the ‘light’ of stardom upon you!!!!
Why will any fan of Rahul Bose have a problem after listening to this rhyme?
Ladies and Gentlemen, Stand on your toes,
And get ready to strike a pose,
Coz here comes Rahul Bose,
You don’t need to get his attention by throwing him a rose,
Just support the cause, Rahul bose chose,
And if you don’t, just blink and there your chance goes.
Then later please don’t come to us with your woes.
And here is another excruciating rhyme. (You don’t have to go through this torture. It is ok if you choose to close my blog now, I would not mind. It is just that I would suddenly develop an inexplicable inability to recognize you and you might just be a victim of few harmless kicks and punches (totally harmless, unless you consider the blue-black marks) but that is all. You know it has no connection to you closing my blog without completing the post. I mean, why would I be offended in such a childish way?!?). Yeah so here goes the rhyme!! I hope you are continuing your read for your own good! (Read it in the tune of the song anjali anjali anjali, china kannmani kanmani kanmani)
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara, Bijlee Bijlee Bijlee
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara, Bijlee Bijlee Bijlee
Iska mooh gola gola
Isne sabka dimag khola khola
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara, Bijlee, Bijlee Bijlee -2
Isko work pressure se hatake zara,
Khidki sabne abhi khola
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara Bijlee Bijlee Bijlee -2
Bijlee khush hua hua,
Usne sabko thank you bola
Jungle Junglee Junglee
Humara bijlee bijlee bijlee!!!! -2
Well this was all written a week ago. Today as we were practicing for our street-play for the power-off stunt, somebody told the person enacting our mascot bijlee, “Eh! You are supposed to be Mr. Bijlee and so you can not dance”. I mused that as a matter of fact he could! Why? Babuji zara dheere chalo, bijli khadi yaha bijli khadi!!! And surely that bijli was able to dance!!!!
Hmm… I know: silly thoughts. I have one more to share with you. But somehow didn’t want to include it with other points. So here it is. Basically I saw the movie “luck by chance” today. Suppose, somebody got trapped in a lift during our power-off thingy, he would be saying “Stuck by chance”! ok… not funny, is it? It is perfectly ok if you don’t find it funny. Perhaps a few broken joints will relocate your sense of humour in place. Laugh. Or else I will have to make you laugh. And you definitely know it is unwanted trouble.
P.S. Got the concept clearly today about our mascot. Actually we are'nt switching off our mascot but pleading people to stop misusing our dear mascot the way they do!
I consider that power-off for an hour will be more of an unbearable nuisance to many to actually appreciate the cause. But we can still get some points by saying, a big star is coming down to share his ‘electrifying personality’ with you and hence you would not be needing power for an hour. The star will be there to illuminate you in his presence and shower the ‘light’ of stardom upon you!!!!
Why will any fan of Rahul Bose have a problem after listening to this rhyme?
Ladies and Gentlemen, Stand on your toes,
And get ready to strike a pose,
Coz here comes Rahul Bose,
You don’t need to get his attention by throwing him a rose,
Just support the cause, Rahul bose chose,
And if you don’t, just blink and there your chance goes.
Then later please don’t come to us with your woes.
And here is another excruciating rhyme. (You don’t have to go through this torture. It is ok if you choose to close my blog now, I would not mind. It is just that I would suddenly develop an inexplicable inability to recognize you and you might just be a victim of few harmless kicks and punches (totally harmless, unless you consider the blue-black marks) but that is all. You know it has no connection to you closing my blog without completing the post. I mean, why would I be offended in such a childish way?!?). Yeah so here goes the rhyme!! I hope you are continuing your read for your own good! (Read it in the tune of the song anjali anjali anjali, china kannmani kanmani kanmani)
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara, Bijlee Bijlee Bijlee
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara, Bijlee Bijlee Bijlee
Iska mooh gola gola
Isne sabka dimag khola khola
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara, Bijlee, Bijlee Bijlee -2
Isko work pressure se hatake zara,
Khidki sabne abhi khola
Junglee Junglee Junglee
Humara Bijlee Bijlee Bijlee -2
Bijlee khush hua hua,
Usne sabko thank you bola
Jungle Junglee Junglee
Humara bijlee bijlee bijlee!!!! -2
Well this was all written a week ago. Today as we were practicing for our street-play for the power-off stunt, somebody told the person enacting our mascot bijlee, “Eh! You are supposed to be Mr. Bijlee and so you can not dance”. I mused that as a matter of fact he could! Why? Babuji zara dheere chalo, bijli khadi yaha bijli khadi!!! And surely that bijli was able to dance!!!!
Hmm… I know: silly thoughts. I have one more to share with you. But somehow didn’t want to include it with other points. So here it is. Basically I saw the movie “luck by chance” today. Suppose, somebody got trapped in a lift during our power-off thingy, he would be saying “Stuck by chance”! ok… not funny, is it? It is perfectly ok if you don’t find it funny. Perhaps a few broken joints will relocate your sense of humour in place. Laugh. Or else I will have to make you laugh. And you definitely know it is unwanted trouble.
P.S. Got the concept clearly today about our mascot. Actually we are'nt switching off our mascot but pleading people to stop misusing our dear mascot the way they do!
belated birthday wishes!
Hey bloggy!!! Am soooo sorry!!!! I didnt wish you on your birthday!!!!
Belated Happy Dappy Birthday! I know am very late but I love you. Sorrrrry....
6th was the day you were born! The best thing about this is you are also an aquarian!! See how similar we are! Look at the compatibilty...
Loadsssss of love!
Gayatri!!!
Belated Happy Dappy Birthday! I know am very late but I love you. Sorrrrry....
6th was the day you were born! The best thing about this is you are also an aquarian!! See how similar we are! Look at the compatibilty...
Loadsssss of love!
Gayatri!!!
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
My Birthday!!!
Yay! It is my birthday today. Have turned 19 now. (Whoa! That’s a big number, isn’t it?) Just a year of teenage left for me now.
However, like always, I was more lost in the past than in the present. Was recalling the days of childhood when birthdays were such a big deal. There was always the craze for going to school: not in regular uniforms but in “birthday dresses”, distributing toffees to your classmates after the birthday song had been sung and then proceeding to distributing toffees to the teachers of the whole school by going to each and every class and also the staff-rooms, with your best friend accompanying you. The best part was you got to bunk the first period completely in this “toffee-distribution ritual”, plus you got to choose between all your friends who gets to come along with you, amidst all their pleading requests to be the “one”!
I still remember super-rich kids used to sometimes give away “dairy-milks” and if we were lucky enough they showered us with goodies like pencil, rubber, scale, sharpener, crayons and sometimes even a compass box! Wow! Imagine: giving such things to the whole class would have cost them a heavy amount. Surely, I will never spoil my kids to this extent. Hmm… Though I would definitely pamper them, but I would not tolerate this kind of distribution in his/her friend circle of goodies that they can easily afford. It is more like a show-off. And definitely I know of better ways of making my kids popular! *wink* *wink*
What I am talking now??? This was not I had begun with. So yeah, birthdays! The birthday gusto doesn’t end there. The over-crowded birthday parties at home, the new dress, birthday cake, blowing the candles, the festoons decorations, the yummy food and of course the GIFTS were always thrilling. As a kid, everyone is fond of gifts, however pointless they might be. The excitement of guessing what might be inside the shiny gift wrapper was so wonderful. I remember secretly forcing other kids to bring gifts for coming to the party. Hehehe! Demands, I say. Even then, the demands used to so innocent and straight from the heart. It is not that kids pretend that they don’t want anything when they do want it. (C’mon, don’t you dare disagree- who doesn’t like gifts and surprises. A well thought of and useful gift shows how much one means to the others; though it is not the only way of expressing it) I feel so funny to think I used to ask for Barbie dolls from my mom for each of my birthdays for such a long time.
Yeah! So much of fun for the whole 24hours when you feel that world spins for you and would stop doing so if you command. And it is not just one self’s birthday that a person enjoys. Going to birthday parties was equally fun.
Hmm… birthdays are so much of fun. Your one special day out of the three hundreds. I have had 19 such special days till now and I love each one of them (even if I don’t remember some). Yes! And to think of my first birthday video! Oh! It was lovely. I want to see it again now. When I watched it a decade ago I cried seeing the little me cry in the video when my ears were being pierced. Now I will have two reasons for watching the video: one is to see what my first birthday was like and second is to relive the memory of the day I cried seeing it some years later and screaming “how could you have done this to me? What was the need of piercing my ears? I don’t need earrings to look pretty. I am as beautiful with them as without them! (Who says my conceit evolved just out of nowhere. It was always there!)
So those who still haven’t wished me, WISH ME!!!! How can you be so shameless to get time to read my blog but not wish me.
However, like always, I was more lost in the past than in the present. Was recalling the days of childhood when birthdays were such a big deal. There was always the craze for going to school: not in regular uniforms but in “birthday dresses”, distributing toffees to your classmates after the birthday song had been sung and then proceeding to distributing toffees to the teachers of the whole school by going to each and every class and also the staff-rooms, with your best friend accompanying you. The best part was you got to bunk the first period completely in this “toffee-distribution ritual”, plus you got to choose between all your friends who gets to come along with you, amidst all their pleading requests to be the “one”!
I still remember super-rich kids used to sometimes give away “dairy-milks” and if we were lucky enough they showered us with goodies like pencil, rubber, scale, sharpener, crayons and sometimes even a compass box! Wow! Imagine: giving such things to the whole class would have cost them a heavy amount. Surely, I will never spoil my kids to this extent. Hmm… Though I would definitely pamper them, but I would not tolerate this kind of distribution in his/her friend circle of goodies that they can easily afford. It is more like a show-off. And definitely I know of better ways of making my kids popular! *wink* *wink*
What I am talking now??? This was not I had begun with. So yeah, birthdays! The birthday gusto doesn’t end there. The over-crowded birthday parties at home, the new dress, birthday cake, blowing the candles, the festoons decorations, the yummy food and of course the GIFTS were always thrilling. As a kid, everyone is fond of gifts, however pointless they might be. The excitement of guessing what might be inside the shiny gift wrapper was so wonderful. I remember secretly forcing other kids to bring gifts for coming to the party. Hehehe! Demands, I say. Even then, the demands used to so innocent and straight from the heart. It is not that kids pretend that they don’t want anything when they do want it. (C’mon, don’t you dare disagree- who doesn’t like gifts and surprises. A well thought of and useful gift shows how much one means to the others; though it is not the only way of expressing it) I feel so funny to think I used to ask for Barbie dolls from my mom for each of my birthdays for such a long time.
Yeah! So much of fun for the whole 24hours when you feel that world spins for you and would stop doing so if you command. And it is not just one self’s birthday that a person enjoys. Going to birthday parties was equally fun.
Hmm… birthdays are so much of fun. Your one special day out of the three hundreds. I have had 19 such special days till now and I love each one of them (even if I don’t remember some). Yes! And to think of my first birthday video! Oh! It was lovely. I want to see it again now. When I watched it a decade ago I cried seeing the little me cry in the video when my ears were being pierced. Now I will have two reasons for watching the video: one is to see what my first birthday was like and second is to relive the memory of the day I cried seeing it some years later and screaming “how could you have done this to me? What was the need of piercing my ears? I don’t need earrings to look pretty. I am as beautiful with them as without them! (Who says my conceit evolved just out of nowhere. It was always there!)
So those who still haven’t wished me, WISH ME!!!! How can you be so shameless to get time to read my blog but not wish me.
The trouble of finding myself speechless
First of all, if you by chance stumbled into this site through google, looking for solutions to cure your stammering problem, I am sorry. I am no Baba Khede with miraculous tricks to help you with your stammering problem. I wish I was of any help, but sadly am not. I hope you get over your stammering soon. Thank you for visiting this site, you increased my readership number. You can continue your search.
Hmm… so other regular readers! Hii.. So here is something you all might already have noticed. But here you can find me accepting it. I have a problem, a BIG PROBLEM actually. Haven’t you noticed that I stammer a lot? I know, I know you are nodding. Well, actually it is not what this post is going to about, I didn’t know how exactly to start writing what I was to write. And the stammering thing, well, I am quite happy with it. My mom says those people who stammer are very lucky. And I can easily see it being true!
So to continue (read: begin) about what I was to write, I just wanted to tell that my stammer is not my real problem. The BIG problem I mentioned earlier. The problem is that I am very poor in updating my vocabulary. No, you have definitely got me wrong. It is that I don’t absorb the new words which gradually come out of nowhere and become very popular. I seem to be stuck with the initial set of words my parents or my sisters taught me. Confused na? Let me clear. It is like, for instance, I might use an outdated word to describe a certain thing and not the word everybody would use. Like, when a girl comes all dressed up or when you see a wonderful car, I would end up saying, WOW! You are looking nice! Or WOW! Lovely car!!! You see, plain words: ‘nice’ ‘lovely’. Other people would make it sound fantabulous by adding words like ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’.
And it is not just with such words which make me embarrassed. I don’t even feel comfortable in using phrases like ‘all that jazz’ and all of that. I don’t know why. You might even laugh if I tell you that I was even embarrassed with the ‘pappu cant dance saala’ song. I was like: “Chee, what a silly song!’
And other abuses? Well, sometimes when I get really very very angry, I sometimes try saying one of those “kutta-kameena” within and then feel so awkward using such words that finally end up feeling guilty. And hi-fi abuses! Well, it might amuse you, but whenever somebody uses such words I hardly mind. Why? Because somehow for me those words still haven’t registered in my mind. So those words would be like any heavy-accented language I don’t know. “Je ne mange pas viande” will sound same to me as those words. (yes, in spite of taking French that is the condition. How do they twist their tongues to much? This language sounds absurd. And people call it one of the most romantic languages?!?!!?HUH?!?!?!)
So far so good. But the problem comes when I get no proper words to describe a particular thing and end up stammering a lot before using an inappropriate word. And this is also the reason for my highly animated talks. I mean, whatever I miss with my words, I try covering it up with expressions and actions. Tell, is anything wrong in that? No na? Good! But yeah, people are quite familiar with MY set of words. Right? Why doesn’t everybody start using my vocabulary for Gayatri’s sake! Yeah. Afterall, being me, I should be given such preferences, isn’t it? Afterall, Gayatri is not everybody. For her, it is a big thing to herself only.
Hmm… so other regular readers! Hii.. So here is something you all might already have noticed. But here you can find me accepting it. I have a problem, a BIG PROBLEM actually. Haven’t you noticed that I stammer a lot? I know, I know you are nodding. Well, actually it is not what this post is going to about, I didn’t know how exactly to start writing what I was to write. And the stammering thing, well, I am quite happy with it. My mom says those people who stammer are very lucky. And I can easily see it being true!
So to continue (read: begin) about what I was to write, I just wanted to tell that my stammer is not my real problem. The BIG problem I mentioned earlier. The problem is that I am very poor in updating my vocabulary. No, you have definitely got me wrong. It is that I don’t absorb the new words which gradually come out of nowhere and become very popular. I seem to be stuck with the initial set of words my parents or my sisters taught me. Confused na? Let me clear. It is like, for instance, I might use an outdated word to describe a certain thing and not the word everybody would use. Like, when a girl comes all dressed up or when you see a wonderful car, I would end up saying, WOW! You are looking nice! Or WOW! Lovely car!!! You see, plain words: ‘nice’ ‘lovely’. Other people would make it sound fantabulous by adding words like ‘hot’ or ‘sexy’.
And it is not just with such words which make me embarrassed. I don’t even feel comfortable in using phrases like ‘all that jazz’ and all of that. I don’t know why. You might even laugh if I tell you that I was even embarrassed with the ‘pappu cant dance saala’ song. I was like: “Chee, what a silly song!’
And other abuses? Well, sometimes when I get really very very angry, I sometimes try saying one of those “kutta-kameena” within and then feel so awkward using such words that finally end up feeling guilty. And hi-fi abuses! Well, it might amuse you, but whenever somebody uses such words I hardly mind. Why? Because somehow for me those words still haven’t registered in my mind. So those words would be like any heavy-accented language I don’t know. “Je ne mange pas viande” will sound same to me as those words. (yes, in spite of taking French that is the condition. How do they twist their tongues to much? This language sounds absurd. And people call it one of the most romantic languages?!?!!?HUH?!?!?!)
So far so good. But the problem comes when I get no proper words to describe a particular thing and end up stammering a lot before using an inappropriate word. And this is also the reason for my highly animated talks. I mean, whatever I miss with my words, I try covering it up with expressions and actions. Tell, is anything wrong in that? No na? Good! But yeah, people are quite familiar with MY set of words. Right? Why doesn’t everybody start using my vocabulary for Gayatri’s sake! Yeah. Afterall, being me, I should be given such preferences, isn’t it? Afterall, Gayatri is not everybody. For her, it is a big thing to herself only.
I still love u bloggy!
Hey dear bloggy! Here is a little confession. I can’t take the guilt anymore. I have hidden something from you.
Since two-three months you have been doubtful about me being away from you. Yes I have been infrequent in attending you. And the reason was, I have another blog. (Background music?!?!)
(In a high pitched voice): Yes! Yes! Yes! Another blog. Which is why I don’t get enough time to be with you. But you can’t call it cheating on you either. It is legal to have more than one blogs. My only fault was hiding it from you, but the reason was I wanted the other blog to be totally personal. “duniya ke qatil nazaro se bachana tha use.” I share things with the other blog which you are completely unaware about. And I want it to be like that. You must understand why, because you know my family and a few friends and it is hence a little risky to tell you everything. Of course I trust you, but you are quite gullible.
But this still doesn’t mean I love you any less. You are as precious to me as you were before. You are my bitter-brains and the other one is my sweet-heart. See, you are quite different from each other isn’t it? One more thing I want to tell you, or more precisely ask your permission for (without your consent I would not do it) about creating one more blog for my poems. I promise I will be more regular with you from now on and you would never be reminded of my other blogs. I just need your support for that. You have to accommodate other blogs and compromise a bit. Better, you should try treating them like your sister. It will become easier for me then. You see, “saali toh hoti hai aadhi ghar-wali.” We can all stay peacefully and happily this way. It would be so good then. I would almost feel like those ancient kings with countless number of wives. Only that, the world has changed in modern times and it is the queen who enjoys such privileges. (and not wives, I am referring to BLOGS!)
Since two-three months you have been doubtful about me being away from you. Yes I have been infrequent in attending you. And the reason was, I have another blog. (Background music?!?!)
(In a high pitched voice): Yes! Yes! Yes! Another blog. Which is why I don’t get enough time to be with you. But you can’t call it cheating on you either. It is legal to have more than one blogs. My only fault was hiding it from you, but the reason was I wanted the other blog to be totally personal. “duniya ke qatil nazaro se bachana tha use.” I share things with the other blog which you are completely unaware about. And I want it to be like that. You must understand why, because you know my family and a few friends and it is hence a little risky to tell you everything. Of course I trust you, but you are quite gullible.
But this still doesn’t mean I love you any less. You are as precious to me as you were before. You are my bitter-brains and the other one is my sweet-heart. See, you are quite different from each other isn’t it? One more thing I want to tell you, or more precisely ask your permission for (without your consent I would not do it) about creating one more blog for my poems. I promise I will be more regular with you from now on and you would never be reminded of my other blogs. I just need your support for that. You have to accommodate other blogs and compromise a bit. Better, you should try treating them like your sister. It will become easier for me then. You see, “saali toh hoti hai aadhi ghar-wali.” We can all stay peacefully and happily this way. It would be so good then. I would almost feel like those ancient kings with countless number of wives. Only that, the world has changed in modern times and it is the queen who enjoys such privileges. (and not wives, I am referring to BLOGS!)
Monday, January 5, 2009
This is the future!!
OMG!!! Congratulate ME!!!! I just noticed that after all the not-so-strenuous, laid-back work, I have finally made half a century of blog posts! Oh my dear bloggy! Happy Golden Jubilee to you! And also Happy New Year!!! I suppose it is a great period for you! So what is your new year resolution bloggy? (You dont like your new name, Ahh... I will change it! How about bloggu? What?? You never seem to appreciate any of the things I do for you) Never mind, the readers will be happy to know about your new year resolutions, why dont you share it with them? Nah! Ohh.. He is too shy of audience. Cant help it, it was me who spoilt my baby! (Now dont you say that you dont approve of this name either?!?! How can it sound so pampered to you? Even so, arent you pampered? You were always a delicate creature. Look at yourself, you arent even confident enough to share your new year resolutions with our scanty audience?)
So anyways, my baby (dont give me those looks) has made a resolution to work harder and complete its century a lot more quicker. And also open up a little bit and make more friends in the blogosphere. I mean other bloggers hardly come to visit him. Never mind.
Anyways as for me, I havent thought of an resolutions yet. I dont stick to year’s end for such things anyways. Many such resolutions are made (though seldom followed) every now and then. For instance, I thought of writing more meaningful posts from now on, but am I doing it? Improving someone as disdainful and pedantic as me is quite a tough job. Oh no! Did you say I am far too perfect for improvisation. Good that you said so, I would not have liked stating it myself.
You by now would have clearly understood that I actually have nothing to write but still doing so. Actually that was to clear off the accusations that I am being ignorant towards my bloggy! (Oh alright my blog)
Hmm... A new year does make you envision your future. How about if I say my imagination went far beyond. I mean, thinking of about two three decades from now or even more. There will be a time (hopefully) a lot more developed than this present day and during such time, I will be reminiscing my days of youth, comparing it with the youth of my grandchildren and telling about the differences. My luxuries would sound merely as days of hardship, difficulty and discomfort to them. Nevertheless, it would rather be amusing. Wasnt it always amusing to hear your grandmother talk of her old days?!?!
Here is how I will go off recalling my golden days. I would say:
“You know in our days, we used to use cycles for transport than for merely reducing weight. Our cycles used to move and were not stationary as they are now.” And those astounded children would be speechless!
“ Internet was a luxury when I was a kid. Only few people had internet with only some of them having it 24X7. In those days, many used to go to the cyber cafes to check their mails.” For that my grandchildren might exclaim with horrified looks.
“In our days, we used to manage with ‘just’ Rs.5000 per month as our pocket money.” They might perhaps faint on hearing this.
“I was given a mobile phone only after I was 14. Some people got it only after joining college! And yeah, earlier there were also mobiles without cameras or music player and sometimes were black and white” I would further explain to clear their unasked question of how I used to communicate with my friends without a mobile and internet by saying “We used to call on landlines meant to be used by the whole family”. They might look at me reverently for being so accommodating and for using a common phone.
“We used to have frequent power-cuts in those days. Sometimes, power-cuts were scheduled for hours together!” and thus enjoy the look of my open-mouthed children, unable to take that fact in.
I would melodramatize it a bit to make it sound a terrible experience and say, “A.Cs were a luxury in our times. Not everybody could afford it. Instead we used to bear the heat with a mere substitute of fans and coolers”. They will surely find it an unfathomable fact!
“In our days a lot of two-wheelers were used and many who didnt have it used to travel in public buses and auto-rickshaws!” I think I shall hear a big and disgusting ewwwwww for it from them.
I shall still continue harking them back to my days and add further astonishing pieces of past saying, “In our country, many did not have a laptop or even a personal computer in their houses or even a whole locality had no access to it.”
“In early times we used to use cameras with reels. Digital cameras came much later for us.” Perhaps they might put up a sympathetic expression for me on such a revelation.
I might even hear a big disagreement or “Really” from them if I tell them that romantic relationships were more often forbidden and children used to hide such relationships from their parents until a reasonable age of marriage. And many a times, parents did not approve of their children’s choice and force him/her with an arranged marriage. Sometimes, in some families girls were restricted from talking to boys too.
They might not even believe that in our times, in some rural areas girls werent literate and were only house-wives. I might even be looked upon as an encyclopedia if I told them about the emancipation of women and related stuffs.
“And you know what! Even in summers we used to wear CLOTHES! Yes, more than just under-garments dear! Long clothes. Ohh not your stringy see-through dress baby! Long clothes which didnt reveal anything. At least not as much. Period. Phew!
“Oh my god! Gays and lesbians were only a joke for us and that too much later in the 21st century. Even then, we used to regard it quite unreal and it was only a source of humour for us. Who knows I would even have to add this “Oh dont give me such rebellious looks boy. I have no problem with your boyfriend.”
“Umm... And you know this language ‘hindi’ was one of the most common language in India and was also our national language.” And with their desperate want to hear me speak the language and much persuasion, I would proudly teach them a few words of Hindi.
“Yes.. Those words which you use in your rap songs like ‘ram’, ‘hare’ and ‘allah’ ‘mary’ were actually considered to be Gods. And we used to have riots everywhere over their faith. For which they would immediately wail, “Oh paati! GOD! Not such superstitions pleeeease!”
“In our generation those flying wings werent invented. The dives of batman, superman or spiderman were for us heroic and something totally unbelievable. As a matter of fact they were done only through animation.
“And yes, we all used to live only in the earth. Living outside the planet was unimaginable to us.”
Well, then a decade later, they wouldnt even listen to any of this. They might say, “Paati,you dont need to tell us all of this. We can go back 40 years back to see how it was if we want!
Well hope this does happen! I know half of it is more than just exaggerated and couldnt possibly happen, but who knows, my successors might laugh at all of us for thinking that it aint possible.
So anyways, my baby (dont give me those looks) has made a resolution to work harder and complete its century a lot more quicker. And also open up a little bit and make more friends in the blogosphere. I mean other bloggers hardly come to visit him. Never mind.
Anyways as for me, I havent thought of an resolutions yet. I dont stick to year’s end for such things anyways. Many such resolutions are made (though seldom followed) every now and then. For instance, I thought of writing more meaningful posts from now on, but am I doing it? Improving someone as disdainful and pedantic as me is quite a tough job. Oh no! Did you say I am far too perfect for improvisation. Good that you said so, I would not have liked stating it myself.
You by now would have clearly understood that I actually have nothing to write but still doing so. Actually that was to clear off the accusations that I am being ignorant towards my bloggy! (Oh alright my blog)
Hmm... A new year does make you envision your future. How about if I say my imagination went far beyond. I mean, thinking of about two three decades from now or even more. There will be a time (hopefully) a lot more developed than this present day and during such time, I will be reminiscing my days of youth, comparing it with the youth of my grandchildren and telling about the differences. My luxuries would sound merely as days of hardship, difficulty and discomfort to them. Nevertheless, it would rather be amusing. Wasnt it always amusing to hear your grandmother talk of her old days?!?!
Here is how I will go off recalling my golden days. I would say:
“You know in our days, we used to use cycles for transport than for merely reducing weight. Our cycles used to move and were not stationary as they are now.” And those astounded children would be speechless!
“ Internet was a luxury when I was a kid. Only few people had internet with only some of them having it 24X7. In those days, many used to go to the cyber cafes to check their mails.” For that my grandchildren might exclaim with horrified looks.
“In our days, we used to manage with ‘just’ Rs.5000 per month as our pocket money.” They might perhaps faint on hearing this.
“I was given a mobile phone only after I was 14. Some people got it only after joining college! And yeah, earlier there were also mobiles without cameras or music player and sometimes were black and white” I would further explain to clear their unasked question of how I used to communicate with my friends without a mobile and internet by saying “We used to call on landlines meant to be used by the whole family”. They might look at me reverently for being so accommodating and for using a common phone.
“We used to have frequent power-cuts in those days. Sometimes, power-cuts were scheduled for hours together!” and thus enjoy the look of my open-mouthed children, unable to take that fact in.
I would melodramatize it a bit to make it sound a terrible experience and say, “A.Cs were a luxury in our times. Not everybody could afford it. Instead we used to bear the heat with a mere substitute of fans and coolers”. They will surely find it an unfathomable fact!
“In our days a lot of two-wheelers were used and many who didnt have it used to travel in public buses and auto-rickshaws!” I think I shall hear a big and disgusting ewwwwww for it from them.
I shall still continue harking them back to my days and add further astonishing pieces of past saying, “In our country, many did not have a laptop or even a personal computer in their houses or even a whole locality had no access to it.”
“In early times we used to use cameras with reels. Digital cameras came much later for us.” Perhaps they might put up a sympathetic expression for me on such a revelation.
I might even hear a big disagreement or “Really” from them if I tell them that romantic relationships were more often forbidden and children used to hide such relationships from their parents until a reasonable age of marriage. And many a times, parents did not approve of their children’s choice and force him/her with an arranged marriage. Sometimes, in some families girls were restricted from talking to boys too.
They might not even believe that in our times, in some rural areas girls werent literate and were only house-wives. I might even be looked upon as an encyclopedia if I told them about the emancipation of women and related stuffs.
“And you know what! Even in summers we used to wear CLOTHES! Yes, more than just under-garments dear! Long clothes. Ohh not your stringy see-through dress baby! Long clothes which didnt reveal anything. At least not as much. Period. Phew!
“Oh my god! Gays and lesbians were only a joke for us and that too much later in the 21st century. Even then, we used to regard it quite unreal and it was only a source of humour for us. Who knows I would even have to add this “Oh dont give me such rebellious looks boy. I have no problem with your boyfriend.”
“Umm... And you know this language ‘hindi’ was one of the most common language in India and was also our national language.” And with their desperate want to hear me speak the language and much persuasion, I would proudly teach them a few words of Hindi.
“Yes.. Those words which you use in your rap songs like ‘ram’, ‘hare’ and ‘allah’ ‘mary’ were actually considered to be Gods. And we used to have riots everywhere over their faith. For which they would immediately wail, “Oh paati! GOD! Not such superstitions pleeeease!”
“In our generation those flying wings werent invented. The dives of batman, superman or spiderman were for us heroic and something totally unbelievable. As a matter of fact they were done only through animation.
“And yes, we all used to live only in the earth. Living outside the planet was unimaginable to us.”
Well, then a decade later, they wouldnt even listen to any of this. They might say, “Paati,you dont need to tell us all of this. We can go back 40 years back to see how it was if we want!
Well hope this does happen! I know half of it is more than just exaggerated and couldnt possibly happen, but who knows, my successors might laugh at all of us for thinking that it aint possible.
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