..........Write It Out...........

Joy Forever ... Really ?

2012-01-20T08:19:00.000-08:00

A very wise man once told me that a guy should always always go for a girl whom he finds beautiful rather than the girl whom he respects for what she is. I call that man wise for two reasons - first he actually is very wise , second - what he said might just be correct .

What exactly is the deal with beauty - is it not transient , can it be invested , can it give you a cup of tea when you need it the most .. there has to be something about it , has to be - else why would people buy diamonds(but they have been advertised to last forever) or buy the latest benz available(again a car is supposed to have something called horsepower to make is laudable) but there is a class of people who do buy Swarovski cystals. I really cant think of anything other than those enticing crystals which is viable only because of its beauty - ohh yes i can - Women. is it ?

Once I chanced upon a site - www.tiffany.com . I saw things so beautiful , they actually made me want to cry , did I want them - Yes , will I actually go the length of buying them with international shipping - No . So the thing is when a girl so in love with all the good things in life can resist , can apply her better judgment in selecting a jwellery , how can these wise , educated men fail to look beyond the obvious .They actually consider themselves smart to have hooked up with a pretty girl. :O

I cannot conclude this because its not my place to conclude , maybe someday I will understand , come back recall my password for this blog and finish it ... but it is not this day , it is not this day. For Frodo !! - and i got carried away :D

Its Snowy !!

2012-01-16T13:09:00.000-08:00

When you ring the bell of flat no. 2*0(privacy very important :P) , u will hear some ferocious barking , some scratching and banging of the main door, you will recheck the address you have , and that written on the door, count the number of floors you have climbed, question the numbering system of my building , i will come to answer the bell - along with a ball of fur . Yes I have a dog now , visitors beware - of the excessive licking of your feet that will follow along with the demands for attention by our little , no actually a little fatso Snowy .

There are dogs and there are dogs , but we still call them dogs right ? Not our Snowy , calling him a dog actually , actually feels like we are abusing him :O you ask why ? I tell you why -

* He has eyes like that of a deer.

* He is as white as snow and wears a coat as red as blood. He is yet to meet his dwarfs though.

* He has had a single love interest , which went in vain , he hasn't even looked at another bitch since (feels so good to use this word without getting a few eyebrows raised ) .

* He is always ready for a duel with the only other dog in my building - a doberman - twice the size of Snowy. This proves that he has an inflated sense of self , found very commonly in a particular sex of one other species :P

*He is extremely jealous of a soft toy named Tuffy and is on a constant look out to destroy it.

* He barks whenever we say the word "watchman" either telling us that he is one or defying his being a dog so completely as to hate the word watchman itself.

*He will not eat until cajoled, patted and ran after even if he has been hungry for the entire day.

A pet can change your life in ways you never imagined . Mine did and I hope I never have to be without a pet ever .

What Changed

2012-01-16T11:01:00.000-08:00

Yes I am back - a little wiser, a lot dumber , clueless as ever . What I did these two and a half years - no didn't get a chance to watch two and a half men , yes learnt to crack PJ's , broke some beliefs, formed few new ones , still (Amitabh Bacchan style) angry with God .
And turned twenty and five . I know !!

Something borrowed:

I have a new pet now , its not mine but I wish it was . I never knew that I could love an animal so much , but I do , I do .

The huge collection of dresses that I have never worn stacking up in my almirah , just like Andy's toys waiting and waiting.

Something blue:

Gained a few kgs. Wasnt this what all of you wanted me to do ? Then why in heaven's name did you girls join gyms and become thin .. in front of my very eyes .. all this while i was so trustingly hogging cheese spread and mayonnaise . Like I said karma is a bitch.

Something old:

Bangalore :) it is still the one I love, forever and for always .

My addiction for TV series and hollywood movies . I have turned to more soul searching types - i.e chick-flicks.

The rise and the rise of the price of petrol.

Morons - they have a new name now - workaholics.

Something new :

Apple made an Ad saying - if u don't have an Iphone you dont have a life , got into controversies and changed it to some dumb recursive logic stating - If U dont have an Iphone, You don't have an iphone. Well I dont have an Iphone but I did have a very active facebook account(the next best thing to iphone somehow) , which I deleted, sorry deactivated, today. So basically I dont have a life (half life perhaps ? I cudnt find any unicorn to slay though) anymore.

An Anna Hazare fought for some Anti - corruption bill , won and lost , became Anti-Baazigar and earned the coveted position of the new-ghandhi. Swami Ramdev showed that yoga does not cure jealously.

Aishwarya rai gave birth to a girl at thirty-eight (yay !).Hope she gets her looks and brains , wishing the same for any boys she gives birth to too .

Obama won a Nobel peace award , and I didn't - life is really unfair.

India Won the World Cup - it DID . No jokes here . Music, cricket and food thats all we have got .

Kingfisher went bankrupt. I still love their theme tune though - ulla la la le oo la la la ee oo . Wonder what will guys look forward to now while boarding our Air-india flights.

And I use Kajal now. Not the actresses Kajal , but of course you got that !!

Well that was the "Something borrowed , something blue , something old and something new" in my life , and a little around me. Though for almost four of my best friends this will be the year they tie the knot . Me ? I will continue to mock the wrong side of twenty-five and look twenty-one always.

No reasons at all....

2009-09-01T02:47:00.000-07:00

* Getting to watch a not seen before episode of FRIENDS despite of watching it thrice over...
* Meeting an old friend and sharing a secret laughter...
* Making new friends and discovering that they love the same book as you
* Drinking water after consuming 4 cups of caffeine
* Seeing 10 miss calls of real people on ur cell(by real people it was meant non-advertisement calls)
* Splurging money on something just because you find it cute.. ;)
* When a particular smell takes you down the memory lane and when a song reminds you of a long forgotten event that took place at a certain time while that song played
* An acquaintance telling you how sensible you are and your friends swearing on more than its opposite...
* The feeling when you go home after a long time or just the anticipation of it..
* SHOPPING !!
* Finding a reprint edition of a long wished very "out-of-your meager-pocket-range" novel...
* Sleeping after a long and exhausting journey...

-- and somebody said "all good things in life are free"...

Bangalore Diary 2 : No matter how busy,sick,tried,engaged i am ,i vl always be ready for it

2009-08-18T23:18:00.001-07:00

There are a few places in India that can truly be called Shopper's Paradise. janpath in Delhi,kullu market in himachal pradesh,chor bazar(that reminds me of chor bazari song in love aaj kal-simoply awesome) in mumbai,Johari bazar in Jaipur,Park street in kolkatta(i hope i have spelled it right- i know too many kolkattans by now to know that this can be a grave unforgivable mistake),Bara Bazar in shillong and so many others little known but great places..having seen and shopped in all these places and more i was a little less than keen on shopping in Bangalore..mostly because it has a greater mall culture than any other place and the brands u can get in any mall in any place(or so i thought)..but i was more than pleasantly surprised when i actually ventured to explore the city for places where i can shed some of the little cash i had(notice the past tense :P )..
My first sting was needless to say with the much hyped malls of Bengaluru - Forum,Garuda,Central,Lifestyle,Shoppers Stop- i dragged my poor cousin to all of these in a span of 24 hrs and even he got hooked to them at the end and actually shopped more than i did .. as a side note i liked forum the best basically coz it had Landmark(book lovers would know that they can spend their entire life there aka the "young man" in The Bet hopefully without going thru the complete metamorphosis of irreversible detachment..I liked Shoppers Stop next..great prices , cool brands..and a CCD..well enough on malls now, i am sure the elite personage reading this would know more about brands than i ever will(about brand awareness-reminds me to advise u to read how opal mehta got kissed.. vl make u a guru before u reach halfway through it)..
i had this opportunity of visiting the JayaNagar complex,had a pretty good combination of local and international stuff..worth a visit if u have to shop for bags,junk jewellery,casual footwear
and also if u want to experience that special flavour of being in a southern city..the golgappe there are good and do try the ice-gola guaranteed to take your fatigue(from the incessant shopping) away..
For having a taste of the "metropolitan" bangalore a walk through the brigade raod is a must..here u will see it all-immaculately dressed girls(:P),Planet M(only one person can understand y i mentioned it out of a hundread brands on display there),more brands than seen in even all the malls of gurgaon combined,a colorful ambiance,great eateries and prices that can be afforded only when its "Aaj pheli taariq hai"..
Commercial Street is a place to be if u have to do some heavy duty purchasing of clothes..i can bet a year in captivity in landmark that you will be laden will bags before u could cross even one fourth of the street,saaries,kurtis,suit pieces,tops,jeans - u vl get them all in styles u have wanted all along so easily that it actually takes some of the fun out of shopping.. :P.. do worth a visit even if u don't have to shop at all..coz u vl anyways do it..

Bangalore diary 1

2009-08-12T23:53:00.000-07:00

I had been to this place twice before so i wasnt expecting a marvel while coming here..there are a lot of places like this, true..but this place has an uncanny ability to make u feel as if u belong here..it makes u feel the power of human creation and innovation..trust me ..u have to be here to feel this overpowring sense of well being..blore is not just the malls..neither its just the parks..the call of this city goes to a more visceral level..u can see a little of urself everywhere..the clouds when they come down to greet u .. when the little child down the street smiles at u and says something in a language alien to u but still u feel that connection..when u switch on the radioand hear hindi songs playing..little insignificant things..but those are that touch the strings somewhere and makes u want to make this place ur home...

Slumber

2009-08-12T23:39:00.000-07:00

Like players have warm up sessions after a big match..likewise this is purely intended to be a warming up to blogging again blog .. i dont know the reasons behind my long absentism..maybe i have been busy but mostly i had too much going on in my life to find time to write it out..incidentally after joing here i find that i can resume my much wanted-to-be developed hobby..ya thats it..thats enough..a bangalore diary vl shortly follow..

Back In Time

2008-11-05T09:59:00.000-08:00

I pressed the trigger and zap…I was transported to the i-don’t-know-what century BC…
Here the rules for falling in love are a wee bit different..you would contradict that there are actually no rules for falling in love ya you live in today but back then there were rules or should I say “people” thought that you were committed when any one of the following happened-
1. You grab a cup of coffee(ya coffee has been in existence for centuries) with a guy from your gurukul. Ohh yes that’s all it takes for you to be madly in love with the one you are drinking coffee with.

Or
2. You go on a chariot ride to the local market with a friend of yours who happens to be a guy and ohh my…it became the latest buzz of the town…things ought to be serious if you can go shopping with a guy.hey what did u say- you are just friends…:haha(ooops you wont know it its an invention of our century- it means rolling on the floor with laughter)…

Or
3. You are supposed to be happy with the bundle of friends of your own sex that you come to know..what !! you actually like to talk to guys … just tell me what kind of a girl you are .. have u no morals…what the hell is wrong with you..
Or

4. You have a best friend who is a guy…who are you kidding girl..tell me when is the red letter day…are we all invited?? Definetly we are , it was after all us who made you believe that a guy and a girl cannot be friends for more than a month…
Or

5. Hey hey … do u think we don’t know anything about love…and where did u read the crap you are talking about – you say that love doesn’t grow out of drinking coffees,or shopping, or talking rather its something you experience probably once or if u are unlucky and then lucky again then maybe twice in a lifetime(did u time travel and watch kuch kuch hota hai)..no my dear you are in love when we see you hanging out with your friend..and hey what are you doing girl..how could you even talk to some other guy when we are so sure that you are commited to the one we saw you going shopping with…seriously what kind of a girl you are…

Horrified I pressed the trigger to transport me back to my time…but hey the time machine was a hoax…I hadn’t gone anywhere back in time…

I-ilusions

2008-10-26T12:14:00.000-07:00

There are a few occasions in life when one has to go through a complete metamorphosis of certain beliefs and ideals. It happens when something inconsequencial to you becomes a stark reality slapping you hard acrosss the face or when sometimes something you accord as reverent becomes inconsequential to you...either ways a tender strand of faith in the holy grail or karma or whatever you believe in is ripped...rarely does it happen that a concept,a dream,a value you could give your life to protect is just taken away from you and in the rarest of rare and most disillusionating circumstances do you
realize that it was all actually a figment of your imagination...
It is said that never deprive a person of his dreams because maybe thats the only thing he has..and so when your imagination fades in the face of reality it doesnt leave a scar to tend to, but it leaves or takes something intangible with it which would make you wish for a thousand of scars in exchange..like harry had to had an uncalled for scar in exchange of voldermont’s prowess, you have to sacrifice one little thing to get over it , which maybe your unfailing stamina to trust, or your ability to dream, or of your heart not skipping a beat anymore now,or that you can no longer be hurt by anything or anyone by growing a skin several centimetres thick,knowing yet not feeling the change
in you, it is when any or all of the things happen to you then you might
know that the Atlas shrugged for you..

Out Of Touch

2008-09-15T08:21:00.000-07:00

It was about five years ago..the five of us sitting on the stairs of the Mary Ward building of our school..it seemed that time that come what may, there could not be anything so potent so as to effect even a single strand of our friendship..now five years later, two days ago I passed my school building while going somewhere and then I wondered that nothing big had to happen to effect our friendship …but from phone calls every day,to mails every weekend, to get togethers once in four-five months we seemed to have drifted apart..and though four years have passed since we left our Alma mater it pained me to acknowledge the apparent loss of four people who once were more or less the beginning and end of my days…but that was before we were introduced to the hostels in lucknow, vellore and allahabad…that was before we knew what it means to be with your friends throughout the day..engrossed in our hostel life and new frnds we slowly drifted apart so much so once one of us forgot to wish another one of us on her birthday..ohk the another one of us was me..and that hit me hard…not talking for months was ok with me but my friend forgetting my bday would never be..so I consoled myself that maybe friends are like the teddy bear I used to carry around in my childhood..so very dear when we are around them but we have to grow out of them some time or the other..

Today I was proved wrong by a phone call from one of them. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t remember when I had last met her..but when we talked it seemed that the distance , the time apart has melted to pave the way for our friendship as strong and nurturing as it was years before..we talked continuously for an hour and it was like high school revisiting us..i realized that if we don’t communicate for months and even years we will never grow out of each other, that we will always have things to tell(and that includes every interesting and non-interesting details of our lives), that we will seek each other out in times of needs, that their presence is enough to bring a smile on my face, that I have people who will never judge me even if I did something directly opposite to their moral code, that as long as I live the word ‘friend’ will remind me(along with a very few others) of these four darlings even if they forget to wish me on my birthday for all the remaining of my birthdays. For they have done something far more important – they have given me a reason to celebrate each day of my life. Touchwood.

Good Morning

2008-08-25T08:33:00.000-07:00

I have a software engineering test tomorrow but the subject is so mundane that I am searching for excuses to not study it..neways as I was nightdreaming while attempting to rattofy the subject my memory wandered back to a few days ago which was probably the most memorable morning I can recall..it was the day when one of my best friends ot scheduled ie got a job…lets call her kahani for now..the news came at 3 o clock in the morning and I was awakened frm my dream when I had begun to assimilate the voices that I was hearing outside my rooms into the events of my dreams..so then as per the ritual we had a bucket party and as per the new ritual I was drenched as a complimentary activity by everyone .. so after this me , kahani and one other friend hmm lets call her tima for now decided to hav a night out..i had fallen out with tima just a day ago so things were somewhat strained between us..yet the happy tidings had more or less made things normal again..so we searched the kings treasure – dc ++ for movies and finally singled out ‘Bridget jone’s diary’ basically because ardent movie fans that all three of us are, between us we hav watched almost all the .avi’s of dc..neways the sound wasn’t the right wavelength for our ears so we downloaded a .srt file as well..hmm so after this elaborate requirement analysis(see I do care bout my exam tomorrow) of about half an hour we watched the moive with ample amount of sighing over the ohh so gorgeous Hugh Grant and I fell alsleep for the last 15 mins after it was discovered that this eye candy was playing the shade grey..

It was around 5:30 after the movie and the heroine of the day kahani fell asleep though I after waking up engaged in something I undoubtedly excel…trust me it is morally impossible to tell what all tima and I gossiped bout that morning..then we shoved kahani awake and decided to go for a walk(a first for me !!) in the colony..so with tea glasses in hands(which btw we are unauthorised to take to our rooms but since we were taking then outside the hostel it wasn’t actually breaking the code was it??)..neways we headed for a much untrodden lane(by us students) of the colony..i would not bore u by describing the extraordinary number of parrots chirping away on a singular tree nor would I tell you about the guy who seemed so cute a distance away but actually turned out to be horror movie star material and his dog that barked at its owner..and yes the lane we had chosen turned out to be the residential area of almost all the profs of our department and we were wondering if a certain dear prof would come out of his home to holler at us here as well…

So after returning to the hostel and depositing the glasses at the mess kitchen(me and kahani are in the mess committee )..i went to my room only to receive a call frm a frnd who had gone home that time..lets call her chika…she asked me to pour buckets of water on her behalf on the recently employed frnd..needless to say I did it and got drenched again…I changed and then got drenched again..it was indeed a good good morning…

Eighteen Going On Nineteen

2008-05-30T10:47:00.000-07:00

Phew…the exultation of reaching this coveted destination is what is being tried to be defined hereby in words(yes - everything can be described in words)!!..Nineteen .. have wanted to be here ever since the onset of my unprecedented college life..when one of the seniors basking in the same glory that I am in today, roared somewhat victoriously “This is our nineteenth set of tests – we don’t have to worry about it”..whereas we - a bunch of fledgling first semesters were mortified at the mere thought of giving our first exam here.To my delight I didn’t have to exert myself at all during the first semester probably because I had a propensity towards those subjects..Thus I carried an illusion that faring well here was a piece of cake.

Then came the second semester-by now most of us had grown roots here and some of us had even developed wings, the trauma of not getting into an IIT had subsided and the hostility( the first yrs in that era were expected to be seen not be seeing and ofcourse not heard-the good old days they were) of the new environment had evaporated.Bloated by a false pride I procrastinated everything to the last moment.I still remember the nights before the class tests when I and another soul(pun intended) like me used to take turns to wake each other up all through the night-spending only a quarter of the night studying, rest trying to stay awake.I have a fond belief that my not getting marks in the class tests was jinxed like the post of the the ‘defence against dark arts teacher’ in you know where.Anyways eager to learn from my mistakes I spent the entire mid sem break studying.To my dismay the papers that time were set to test the memorizing skills rather than the concepts I thought I had mastered.Hence I flunked again (and I deleted my first orkut account)
The next time I decided not to study at all since my ten days stint didn’t pay-off well..this didn’t change anything, (I deleted my second orkut account).My strategy for the next class test was to memorize the recondite portions and develop concepts where required..nothing changed again(I tore a poster of Hrithik basically because it was the cheapest destructible article in my room and it had been years since KNPH )..though I consistently did exceptionally bad in the class tests I always more than made up for it in the end semesters..but that didn’t in any extent ease the precarious situation where an A became a B by a tenuous margin.
After many class tests and few end semesters or so I had become inured to the fact that I am not cut the right way to score well in the ct’s(so are they fondly called)..still undaunted I formulated another strategy(no I haven’t picked this word up from Snehashish.)..I decided to haunt the dwelling of the electronics branch of this cllg-the library…maybe I thought doping would do its part(ask any1 frm tronics for the def of doping if u r bothered at all)..The ambience there had a soporific effect on me so it didn’t alter my academic performance though I assimilated lots of information that falls in the category of gossip for most.(I deleted my third orkut account).Then I started to put up the points - to - remember on the walls of my room which later metamorphosed into points - I - could – never – learn – even – if – they – are – hung – up – on- room - all – the - time..My next game plan was to study on a regular basis-which ofcourse was thwarted at its culmination.(I deleted my fourth orkut account).
Once I tried studying with a very good friend of mine and a consistent 10 pointer..The only problem here was that she went to sleep(the whole course revised-twice)even before I had gathered the full notes of a particular subject.(I deleted my fifth orkut account)So time glided-hey did I mention that I used to cry before almost all exams during my second year here and drove my already insane blockmates totally insane(had to put this in as a not so humble tribute to their patience and insanity)
All I could do now to pray that the paper was set to test the understanding and not the :ghoting abilities..I had also understood that castigating myself by deleting orkut accounts(I stopped keeping count after the fifth sacrifice :) ) and tearing up posters would not counter the specious jinx-it has to be a jinx nothing else can explain this level of consistency from me ..
Finally now after crossing the the eighteenth mark I feel so liberated that I have painstakingly written an account of my journey till here…and I am happy to announce that my present orkut account has survived approx eight months-maybe I would throw a bash on its anniversary!!

If Only

2007-10-30T10:30:00.000-07:00

“.Its the same with every life…Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been .Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the link on one memorable day”…
Hmm does it ring a bell…maybe those who were not too immersed in differential equations and theory of relativity to care a tad bout the English course in their senior secondary would remember having studied these unforgettable lines by Dickens …

Don’t really know y I am writing this…maybe because the significance of these words strike me again and again in my humdrum course of events called life…

Maybe we are perpetually standing at a crossroad and its our own discretion which road to take-that life is actually a ‘need for speed’ drive where making the right turns to avoid the collisions makes u the winner.
Ever regretted not being able to attend that crucial call on that fateful day ,not being present in school when u were going to be awarded an important charge, screwing up that test, answering back when u should have done well keeping your mouth shut, punishing a best friend for something she didn’t have the power to avoid, not trusting your instinct, following your scheming head instead of ur heart, avoiding a dream for the fear of losing it, not speaking up when u had to…the list can go on.
Here is something surprising, I may have well enumerated so many incidents, I regret none of them –I only wonder…..
I might have been studying fashion designing instead of software engineering, may have gone to become an author if I cud have grabbed that job of the editor of school magazine ,would have faced that best friend looking in her eyes, would have had that one thing I desired most….I can only wonder…if only…

..........My Heart Will Go On.........

2007-10-30T10:27:00.000-07:00

note: wrote it almost four years ago for my school magzine...this article and its issue has always been close to my heart...do bear with any loss of standards coz i was only a child when this was written [:)]

I closed my eyes,took a deep breath and entered my Alma-Mater,St. Mary’s Convent Allahabad.It has been a long long time since I entered my scholl.i breathed in the scent of the place and looked around for signs of familiarity.
A whole lot of memories came flooding back to me as I walked inside.I happened to notice the cycle stand.it had definetly grown to twice its size but it still reminded me of the dear place where we used to share secrets,eat whatever was left in our tiffins,where we had many liquid moments and emotional reconciliations.
I walked on and came into my view the dear buildings,the old trees,the basket ball court…
I looked at the field and remembered how we used to play “sky mountain river sea” when we were in the primary clases. I also remembered how we used to practice marching to the beats of the drum.As I stood there I could almost hear the long forgotten sounds floating in the air “doom doom dashy,dashy dashy doom”.i turned away frm there to stop the flow of ters.
Nostalgia crept into my heart when I peped inside one of the classrooms.it looked hauntingly familiar.as I looked inside I could see me sitting and listenting to a lecture attentively.All of a sudden I slipped a toffee inside my mouth and the teacher chose that moment to ask me a question.I then saw a very subdued myself going out to spit the toffee in the bin.
By and by I came to the mary ward building.this was the place where I had spent two most significant years of my school life,or should I say my entire life.yes,this was the place where I spent the college section of my life.i looked inside and instinvely recognized it as the room where I spent my class twelve,I peeped in and there was I again copying a sum feverishly,badgering our teacher with questions,teasing one of our studious classs mates,eating tiffin in the middle of a classs,trying to run out of the class in the duration between two lectures,gossiping…I was woken from my trance by my daughter.She came inside the empty room and reminded me that I was there actually to witness the prize distribution ceremony of her passing out year.
The ceremony reflected the same SMC spirit which I had learnt , cherished and treasured.i almost expected Sr.christina who was our principal then to end the show in her usual wittingly inspiring style.
The show was over and I had to return.as I was walking back I realized that this was the place where I once belonged,but this sense of belonging has not ended with time;instead it has increased.I came across the new office building and saw two gigantic bards hanging at the entrance.in it was engraved the names of the teachers who had done their unforgettable service here.a scanned the lost and came acrss a lot of names that were not names to me.these were the teachers who besides teaching me how to use the pencil properly and differencial equations ,, had also taught me valuable values which have helped me emerge out of any situation as a winner.i murmured a silent thanx to all my teachers who have contributed a great deal to shaping my character and making me what I am today.

As I was crossing the threshold of the school.i don’t know how these lines crept into my mind-
“I have had playmates,I have had companions
In my days of childhood,in my joyful school days.
All,all are gone,the old familiar faces”
….but they will live in my heart always.