You know, one ideal role for me would be - playing cupid.(I said role.. !)
Its a good position. Work would be highly satisfying (yeah).
The in hand component would not be very high, but the benefits are great.(good opportunity to learn flying)
Work environment is good. (golden bows and arrows)
And the work is highly challenging. Very tough actually. Lots of obstacles.
Fact 1: Majority of the girls have a soft corner for a guy who professes his feelings for them.
Fact 2: Majority of the guys get scared ****less at the very thought of proposing a girl. The strong type merely experience profuse sweating ,increased hearbeats and an unexplainable stammering which eventually turns everything they say into incoherent rantings. Others avoid the girl with a 200 yard stick.
Fact 3: The girls hate it when the guy acts cowardly - the pining-lover-who-doesnt-say-anything type.
See.. lots of obstacles.. A really challenging job indeed.
Inference - If you like someone - go and tell them. Will make the job easier.
Post exams emptiness.. Lots of work to do. But the momentum's missing :|
The new term begins on Monday. Doesn't feel so though. I still have to clear out last term's notes from my folder. I think I am going to stick to my loose pages notes practice. Feels grown up. yeah right.. I know I border on being totally nuts..
Watched a really stupid movie yesterday. Surprisingly enjoyed it. Not bad for a 4.6 on IMDB. And that is the first time I ever liked high cheek bones on a guy. He looked great. I guess that's where the business suit wearing semi-mobster look originated. :)
And yes.. we have almost dropped the idea for now. Arpita said it pains more in winters. So, later.. I gave it a lot of thought and found that I am not even sure I am going to like it. I guess I just want some change.. hehe. But for now, no piercings..
The decision to not go out for dinner was a conscious one. I know they are innocent. But, I just couldn't think of a reason to go. Tath is different. I know her. That's not the case here. I cant stand indifference anymore.
Daily ritual now: Pick up the newspaper, get even more angry and frustrated, throw it away.
Every girl, regardless of occupation, interests or age, once in a while, behaves as the stereotyped girl. And enjoys it immensely.
Yes.. M thinking of a haircut again. I vaguely remember myself declaring sometime ago that i wanted long hair.. Well.. the memory is pretty vague.. so :)
Well.. this is the regular kind of dilemma that comes every now and then. The other big question in front of me is pretty big.
You see, I have always wanted to pierce my ears. Again I mean, so that i have two piercings in every ear. Since I have such a stupid small face, I guess a two studs would look better.
But being the idiotachuimui kind of girl that I am, I can never muster up the courage to actually take the plunge. Once, along with a friend, I even went to the piercing place(That tiny shop at MG Road with wonderful silver stuff) . But couldnt bring myself to cross the threshold.
I dont think the plan is gonna succeed even this time. But then.. fantasizing never hurt anybody..
Watching guys dance is fun. I mean a real treat to the eyes..
They are so full of energy.. it wonderful.
Come to think of it.. My first crush.. was Nick.. from the Backstreet boys (yeah :| )
And it happend because of that stupidest song and the stupidest dance sequence.. You are my fire indeed.. :(
hmm.. Anyways.. the pattern didnt change much with time. One of my earliest crushes in college was a senior(initials R.S ;) ) .. Ohh he danced so well. It was awesome to watch him dancing on stage. He would never practice beforehand. And he looked absolute cutie glancing around and copying the steps.. right on the stage!! In competitions. :D [got over this crush really fast. Ran into him in the department.. not so much fun off stage ;) ]
and then.. there was the camaraderie party. saw ksh dancing. I thought ohh wow.. what cool steps.. hehe.. Later on I found out those were the only ones he knew.. lols..
ok ok lets not move away fro the topic.. dancing guys.. hmm.. Have you seen those russian people jumping and twirling, or those tap dancers, or that supra awesome guy in that havana video.. In my next birth, I want to be reincarnated as a guy who dances.
Finally a choreographed dance on stage.. after almost 3 years :D
There are people who in their free time stay slouched in front of their televisions and stare into nothingness(literally). Some find excuses to not stir a limb, I bet they gather moss after a while.
But then there are people - Experts who can take the art of lazying around to new levels - These poeple are students.
An unaccustomed eye would not be able to tell a lazying student from the one who is actually studying. They will always appear engrossed in work - any kind of work. Wont be free at any time of the day.
And yet, at the end of the day the net output will be zero.
And yes, some choose to spend their times blogging.
आजकल में ही कहीं पढ़ा था- क्यों हम हिन्दी में कुछ लिखने से इतना कतराते हैं? क्यों एक विदेशी भाषा इतनी आसन लगती है? क्यों जब हम अपनी भाषा में लिखने की कोशिश किसी करते हैं, तो शब्द ही नही मिलते? ऐसा नही है की हमने हिन्दी पढ़ी नही. पढ़ी है, अच्छे से. और उस ज़माने में हिन्दी अच्छे से आती भी थी. फिर अब क्या हो गया? कोई जवाब है इसका?
It is hilarious the way that Indians behave in presence of foreigners. Specially if they are caucasians.
And more so if they are in India..
However, this particular blog does not cover reasons/repercussions of this trait of ours. Would do so in another post. In detail :D
Today I am going to talk about the so called eye-tonics currently on campus. Scientists have found out that when you see a person from a foreign race, the "danger/flee" part of your brain lights up as the first reaction. The signal for "no danger" comes a bit later.
That does not explain anything at all. Anyways, the point that I wanted to make was, after a while the eye tonics lose their charm.
You become used to them, see their flaws.. and suddenly they are not awesome anymore.
I've been spending way too long checking my tongue in the mirror And bending over backwards just to try to see it clearer My breath fogged up the glass And so I drew a new face and laughed I guess what i'ma saying is there ain't no better reason
To rid yourself of vanity and just go with the seasons It's what we aim to do Our name is our virtue
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love for your dream for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon... I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain mine or your own without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy mine or your own if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure yours and mine and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Generally i dream about some of the weirdest stuff on the planet.. But today it was different.
I dreamt about teabags today. All shapes and types. And I was being really fussy about which teabag I wanted to buy. Then I saw one, cute small and really elegant teabag. I wanted to buy it. But the shopkeeper said it is not a good one as it can only make half a cup of tea. I still bought it.
And after watching Drona, I have started respecting him. It must have taken a lot of courage to act in such a movie. Only the most confident of the lot can dare to be a part of such pityful sucking piece of bollywood crap.
To start with, the story itself is stolen (inspired?) from the Da Vinci Code. With very disappointing results.
Some movies waste good actors, but this one - misuses them. I cant comprehend why the Bacchan mother-son duo agreed to act in this one.
Another great actor - KK Menon has been reduced to a C grade villain. His character obviously has some unresolved childhood issues - he is obsessed with babytalk and is surrounded by puppets.
The only saving grace of the movie is the Junior B himself - when he is not talking, because the dialogues are aweful. Whatever happens, he looks great in those white sequin studded funny costume - as edible as ever :)
I have nothing on my agenda today.. well a couple of things which wont take more than 2 hours.. So today is a breather. And I dont know what to do now.
Tushi always says that I like making lists. Well I do. And thats it.. I just love making lists. I dont always follow them :)
I had a good morning. Talked to a couple of old friends. It feels great to have even a couple of words - a hello. You know, with some people how it doesnt matter how long you have not talked? The connection you have with them is so strong that it does not need periodic doses of communication.
Its a bit like unconditional love - Unconditional friendship.
Remember when I talked about making tiny little changes in people's lives that makes them perhaps a bit happier?
Most probably not. Because I havent talked about it yet.
In pune, I used to take the bus to the office. My agenda for the 30 minutes ride would be to make one person- smile. I did succeed most of the times. And it just takes a flick and a smile on your part. Really easy.
And it makes you happy. Used to set the tone for the day.
I think its high time I admitted something really foolish..
In fact I have just realized it and its .. funny and silly.. I am infatuated with the british(or the so called/potrayed in movies) countryside. Totally. Yeah i know, I am saying all this from what i have gathered watching movies and reading books. But still..
Oh.. Its so silly.. Its like i am ageing backwards and subsequently my brains are getting reduced to that of a teenage schoolgirl.
haha.. that would be fun of course.
(Gigi dear.. I am so sorry.. I tried writing abt what u said. I cant. You see, I am still a schoolgirl. Have a lot of growing up to do.)
Finally here.. again. This time I made the journey all alone =) and quite well I should add.
Found excellent avenues to dine(ohh ok, breakfast), see and shop. Met interesting people and learnt equally interesting things (for e.g. I should be a Sri Lankan and could be a model : )
Went for a hike today. A place called Labi. There is a small waterfall and a 2 km hike before that. It was a picnic- all Indian families. And as usual, towards the end, people started playing antakshari !! I let everybody down (i am the freshest arrive from India, they expected me to be fluent in bollywood songs) by not coming up with even a single song :) I m not too good at this.
As a punishment i was made to sing a solo.. Yeah I know. It was horrible. What's even funnier is that one person, the good sport he is (bless him), he even danced to the song !! Believe me, it was good fun.
Needless to add, the trek was awesome. Untouched rain forests. I collected some leaves. And sadly they got spoiled since i forgot to take them out of my jeans pocket. Anyways, what reamins is the memory. And that i have.
Its Happy Bday time.. :) of my favorite Deity.. The coolest and the most awessome one.
Exams going one.. 3 down, 4 to go. And ohh my God, I wrote so much today.. It was insane.. I took two extra sheets and my handwriting was so bad I was ashamed of myself. but then, had to keep up the speed.
And I miss MNIT so much. Specially during this time. it was so much more fun there. :
We had the Dahi Handi here in the hostel in the morning. yeah I wonder why they chose that time. People were not even up. But, I do love it so much. Saw it once in Pune. Too bad I missed it this time.
And I have started making a list of all the stuff I have to buy. And this time I will remember to carry the list with me when I go shopping..
Had breakfast in bed(got it myself of course..i guess then it doesnt qualify. does it?), with newspaper and while it was drizzling outside. Excellent combination. I love the drizzle breeze. Cool and .. foresty. hmm.. i guess it does remind me of Nazira.
In this feeling of well being, I decided to miss the class :D Well.. one can afford such luxuries at the end of the term if your attendance is not in the threat zone.
Exams starting tomorrow. Its strange. With each term, we are getting used to exams. So much so, that the rigor(!) during exams is much less than that during regular classes. A far cry from the first term when I developed muscle cramps from stress.
Looking forward to 28th. Not even a week left now. :)
Got up late today.. Really late. and ahh.... It feels so wonderful..
The best sleep is the one you get after the alarm goes off.
Gives you the same feeling that you get while eating something you ought not too(mmm those luxurious chocolate cakes,sizzling brownies is my sin food) or nick food ( hehe.. yeah you NMP n EMP uncles) even if you are eventually going to give it away to some classmate hungrier than thou.
Yeah.. so, the point I wanted to make was that I am happy.. coz I slept. :)
Hope i retain this happy feeling. We have two quizzes scheduled today. : Gotta study now.
As usual, i was thinking, contemplating, analysing things totally unrelated to me.
Today, I was thinking about popular books. Now, I consider I enjoy reading two kinds of books.. or rather, i enjoy them at two levels. One are the ones which are deeper, more intense and intellectual.. In simpler words - serious fiction like say Marquez, Gibran. The other one would be light reads like Segal, Koehlo. Lighter ones like Christie and Sheldon. Or my childhood favorite.. yeah Enid Blyton.
Enid Blyton was voted Britain's most popular author of all times. Above Rowlings. Might be something to do with the sheer volume of books she wrote (which i loved. and still have a soft corner for), or maybe britishers do love her more. if somebody asked me, I wouldne be able to rate them. I feel its cruel. Each one of them (the list had Roald Dahl, Tolkein, Christie, Austen) is unique in their own way. Come on now, its unfair.
Yeah, so back to my musings. Thinking about Enid Blyton always makes me think about one thing - A hearty meal. And a thoroughly english one (any comments Bhave?? She never mentioned the bland fish an chips)having bacon and eggs, cup cakes, juice, sandwiches, steaks and so on.. (Might be something to do with the fact that I missed breakfast today. Was realllly hungry in the class). Think about it. Dont you remember that ? She used to mention food everywhere. And.. i m hungry again..
According to MKS, Essentials are those things in life that shape your life. Like your attitude towards difficulties, work, people skills, sanity, rational, ability to love ( yes.. not everybody is able to love unconditionally), ability to trust, optimism..
And essentials are what one should focus on. Rest everything follows..
But the problem is that even though people kind of know this, seldom does anybody follow the principle.
And, I cant tell them to. You see, i am not yet fully qualified to confront people i love. I am still learning.
And yes, as i discovered recently.. The affection I have for some people is one sided. It kind of bothered me for a while.. But then.. I know my essentials..
It was written by Shekhar Kapoor for his daughter..
My wealth lies more in the faliures of my life than my succeses. My wealth lies in people I have known and lost. My wealth lies in the pain and the heartache of living. My wealth lies in the memories of those moments of love that were given to me. And given by me. But my wealth also lies in letting those joyous moments and people go. My wealth lies in all those unfullfilled dreams. In all those longings that aroused my passions. My wealth lies in all the passions I have ever felt and expressed. And those not expressed. My wealth lies in every moment of guilt that I carry for actions done or imagined. That burden too is my wealth. My wealth lies in every breath that I have ever breathed. Each imbued with doubts and questions and hopes and dreams. And fears. All this wealth I bequeath to you. For you to squander to the winds..
Sunahu tat yeh akath kahani, Samajhau banat, na jaat bakhani.
And then she begins narrating stories. Stories about women.
About women who were wronged. About women who found the courage to stand for their believes. Women who rebeled. About those who wrote their own rules and were brave enough to be burned for it. With unmistakable twinkle of pride in their eyes. About the women who suffered and survived. On their own terms. Who gained strenghts and proved that a woman wronged is the most fearsome power on earth. About Shakti..
A couple of days ago I saw the movie Pride and Prejudice. Ever since I havent been able to shake off the image of Mr. Darcy. ohh... he is so handsome, serious, passionate yet silent types..
I keep ranting on and on about him. I am afraid I have bored my friends with his talks ( yeah.. even guy friends..)
Watched the movie again just now. It must have been the only movie I have voluntarily watched again. Alone. With the sole purpose of drooling over a guy.
See.. I even made a collage of his pics.. my drool tool.. (no dirty connotations plz)
Ohh.. how I wish I could go to the era of quiet life, when you didnt have to study for so long, work didnt eat up so much of your time, people were at their disposal to talk, to take long walks, lived in quiet countryside... When romance could be a reality..
I have always believed I was born in the wrong era..
Just what I was craving for since last 3 months.. A weekend without any travel plans, meetings, appointments etc. etc.. Since end of march I havent had a weekend when I havent travelled.. All of them ( well ok, some were only from Mumbai from Thane.. but then it took me 2 hours !!)
And now that I have it, I am at a loss as to what to do. had planned to indulge in drawing and make some things for my room. Its only friday night, and I have already done it!!
Am also rather happy with what I made.. :) Enjoyed :D
Statement 1 : People are only as good as they behave Statement 2: The same person can be good for some and bad for others
People are not good or bad. They are just people. its the relationships. Relations are either good or bad. That is how a person who can only be described as self centered in one relationship can turn into the most amicable one in other circumstances.
I was really surprised at some of the experiences i heard. I am going to have a nice time trying to spot people telling the truth. It will be fun.
Next time somebody asks my hobby, i am going to tell them the truth - I watch people.
I had one of the most memorable weekends ever. Those weeks - starting with a monday full of happy afterthoughts. Three days - tuesday, wednusday and thursday somehow flying away while i wait for friday. And friday- spent planning( plans that never materialized :) thankfully.. )
And then came the weekend.. those glorious 2 days.. sigh.. it wont ever be the same again..
Got this as a forward.. Read for a few laughs. ------------------------------------ An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him, was in prison.
The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his situation:
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like Iwon't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me, if you weren't in prison.
Shortly, the old man received this telegram: "For Heaven's sake, Dad, don't dig up the garden!! That's where I buried the GUNS!!"
At 4 a.m. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what happened, and asked him what to do next.
His son's reply was: "Go ahead and plant your potatoes,Dad..................
........ It's the best I could do for you from here."
Mumbaikars have a pretty good, honest image among most of us. And it is correct upto a certain extent. Well, not so if you are at the airport. Be ready to be fleeced by the taxiwallahs here.
A bunch of them are honest about the fact that they charge you extra. However, if you happen to ask for a taxi with meter fare.. they literally take you for a ride. Happened with me today morning. A uniform clad security person (apparently) approached me and said - madam meter se jaana hai kya? I said yes and he directed me to a taxi parked there. The taxi took me to worli old passport office as i had asked. But wait, the meter read 180 which amounted to 380 bucks !! Now any person who has lived in mumbai will know it is more than double the appropriate amount.
It is downright cheating and shameful for the honest mumbai ..
And ironically yesterday was the most rotten day yet. traveled alone in local train, taxi, walked on roads so damn crowded they can give canned tuna a close competition.
Past month has been ... I dont know.. i dont have a word for it - upsetting ? enlightening ? happy ? tragic ? I dont know. I have found time to think. I thought and found I have made some funny mistakes which are probably gonna stick with me throughout my life. I found I dont have to take so seriously all the time. There is nothing time cant heal. There is nothing on earth that can parallel being close to ur loved ones.
And yes.. once again i found THE truth of life - It is tough to shed weight !!
Finally, we had the much awaited HR summers party.. Funny timing if u ask me.. here we are neck deep in projects and with the exams approaching and with most of us headed home for Holi this weekend.. but we went.. and we danced.. and we danced..
It was fun..
And I also learned one more thing today.. What looks like a hppy twosome on the surface need not be so. And it always helps to talk..
They closed down Appu Ghar on 17th Feb 2008. I know their logic holds good - an amusement park from the pre liberalization era had become too obsolete in today's ultra modern- european themed parks.
But for people like me who grew up in the 90's, Appu Ghar held an iconic place. As kids we used to discuss its handful of rides. And mind you, I grew up in Ahmedabad, hundreds of miles away from the capital. Whenever somebody came back from a visit to Delhi, we usually serenaded her/him with requests for narrating the experiences. So much so that we could practically count and recount the rides without having visited Appu Ghar even once.
I finally did get a chance to visit it when I was about 12. It was every bit as promised. I still have fond memories of the bhoot bangla and the small clay modelling toy that mom would not buy for me.
What was once a heaven for kids( and for grown ups too i presume. Who doesnt like to have fun?) would now give way for the metro project. And an extention of the supreme court's premesis. But Appu Ghar will live in our memories.
I have always been more active in everything other than studies. And these activities reach their peak during exam time :D During last exams i remember making and putting up posters in my hostel room. I have planned room layouts, designed dresses, written poetry ( read poetry), drwan pictures, etc etc during exams. This time I took up photography. Took pictures of my campus. mm well.. not the campus sctually.. Just some flowers. The best part of winter if u ask me. Anyways.. winters are going so i decided to take the pics before the flowers go too. Posting some of them here..
Me is not saying this .. its the leitmotif in fashion.. the whole universe (its a figure os speech dearie.. U dont have to take it literally) is filled with this chant..
Ok Ok.. Let me explain.. I think Spring is coming =)
Yippie.. yeah.. It was sunny today.. Hurrah Hurrah.. And some more Hurrah..
I have this incredibly irritating habit of not writing everything..
Let me fill in in short :
Gigi got married. We went. The trip was beautiful (an understatement actually). met some wonderful people there - Hasan, Clint, Kumar and tath.. didnt feel I was meeting them for the first time though :) .. You know these annual trips are like some kind of tonic for me.. Whenever i am down or something , i just remember the trip and voila - happy again :)
Yup. I turned 24 yesterday. Had a wondersul time. Most wonderful experience kal was something that reinforced my belief in the cosmic joker. When i thought everything was about to be ruined.. Things started falling into place and whoo.. they did. thank you Bhagwaanji..