First of all, sorry for my hiatus, my exodus, my....oh crap, bite me! That's the GRE fever. For those normal people still unfazed by ostentatious words you need to learn, I am sorry for not filling in my blog. Not that I am confident my blog rakes in a commendable number of readers, but yeah, its whatever....I had a bout of mere indolence. And a wee bit of clinomania. Crap again. Swear i will try and keep to my normal trashy vocab.
I have nothing particular to write about. 14th feb is coming up. It is the climax of a series of ludicrously marked days, what I believe is, the itinerary teen couples follow. Chocolate Day. Teddy Day. Smile Day. Promise Day. Propose Day. Whoa!! Every single day, my inbox is filled with "Happy whatever-it-is-today" texts. You want to really wish me? Give me real chocolates. Not the ones sent in texts that are composed of exclamation marks, hyphens and underscores. Its almost like hugging my pillow and thinking of it to be Enrique.
And trust me, the D-day sucks. I get coy texts from friends with "hey, what's the plan for today? ;)". FB sees the greatest exodus of users (2nd to orkut, of course!), most buddies take off for impressing the wannabe. And so, I get super-bored on this day!
Anyways, the V-fever didn't fail to infect my parents.
Today morning, we three sat down for breakfast. (The day before, their friends Anuradha aunty and Ashish uncle had visited)
Ma sipped the tea and said: "I dont know how Ashish liked my tea, to me it tastes like horse-pee"
I almost puked. "Ma", I exclaimed,"Yuck, you-"
She interrupted. "Anyways, I saw a Tanishq ad in the newspaper. There are pretty diamonds on sale, Rs.999/- each. Since 14th Feb is coming, you will gift me na?", she said to Papa.
Papa replied, "And you will get me a pair of trousers, ok? And diamonds at Rs.999/-?? Haha, good joke. Most likely they collect the slurry left over from cutting real diamonds, add water and give it a diamondy shape. But fine, will get you one".
I said, "You both are so shameless! Isnt the gift supposed to be a surprise from the other? And aren't you concerned it might put a negative impact on me?"
Ma said, "Isn't it better than your papa gifting me a cricket bat and I gifting him a jewellery set? And to your second question, well, you are hopeless!"
Wow
I said next, "Ok, enough about your gifts. What are you two giving me?"
Papa said, "Why should we? You are not our valentine!".
I said, "Yeah...but I am your pyaar-ki-nishaani. Shouldn't it be a little different and special for me?"
Ma looked and looked at me and said to papa, "Ok fine. I am giving you our daughter. Trousers out. Diamonds still in though".
Papa protested, "Hey, trousers are far better!"
Hopeless, I took an extra large glob of tamarind sauce and winced as it hit my sensitive tooth.
Papa scolded, "Why do you eat all that when you know its eating up your enamel".
I shot back, "I dont care. I will, as long as I have teeth".
Papa retorted, "No, if you eat this stuff at this rate, I bet you wont be alive till that age".
I turned to Ma, "The truth, Ma!! Am I adopted?"
Papa grinned, "If we had adopted you, it would have been a non-chubby, non-myopic good daughter without a hearing problem".
Oh this is nothing. Being the only kid, I get teased a lot more than this. And in a way I have been threatened not to write about in my blog. And sniff-sniff, noone sympathises!!
My tortoise? Only thing he sympathises is with his 24/7/365(+1) hungry tummy. And he breaks all biological rules: he breaks his hibernation just to have a snack and hibernates again!
My dog? Sympathy??? He is a devil incarnate! Did you know he bit me just because Ma hugged me infront of him? I had to get 4 injections that gave me biceps for 2 days!!
The fish? Oh sure, its soothing at first when they flock to your dipped finger and kiss it but the reality hits soon when they swim away with a look of contempt as they realise your finger is not their daily bit of spirulina.
And for godsakes, I am not having a hearing problem. Its just a bad allergy to something and my ear lobe feels bitten by fire-ants. And it isn't a new thing, I get weird untraceable allergies a lot!
But whatever, I cant live without these things. If I do move away this year, which is inevitable, I don't know how the hell I am going to pull on.
Back to the topic. Have a nice 14th Feb, people I am having a nice spot here......my parents are off for a movie and I'm alone at home. Hey, no sweat! I watched Sanctum with my friends last week and though it does leave a impact, it doesn't deserve a 2nd watch. So I'm blogging, a bit of those words and my fav: bingo achaari masti dipped in a mixture of tamarind pickle, tomato sauce and lime pickle. Super Yummilicious!!!
And if you are in my contact list, expect to be wished a happy-Slap-Day and Happy-Kick-Day when they come up. They are my favs amongst this whole list.
Cheerios!
oops I forgot, by the way, I sympathise with you lovers, GATE was surely scheduled by a sadistic mind, to be held nearabout 14th, right? Poor you! As for me, I am off to nurse my ear-on-fire and my tickling-tooth.
Adios!
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Monday, December 13, 2010
Port Blair!!
(31st october 2010,updated today.....hope this post makes you yearn to visit P/B and if you do, I hope I have charted out the places you must visit)
Hey!! Finally I feel like blogging. The past days have been exhausting and most of all, today. But today was the best day of my life and I want to get it down.
I guess you know that right now I am vacationing at andaman and nicobar. We are at Port Blair actually. So I think I will take you through my adventures here and build up the climax for today
24th Oct- We took the flight from BBSR to Chennai, landing at about 4. Didn't go about in chennai much, retired early because of the early flight next day. And oh yes, avoid Air India flights, the hostesses are old, fat, totally de-glam, rude and wear "hairstyles" that are actually a scanty mass of hair clutched on the middle of the top part of their air-heads
25th Oct- Hmm...the fun began the moment I stepped into the 4.45a.m. flight to Port Blair (I'll use P/B for short). There were the three of us and three more family friends. We were late the time we reached the airport....this time the driver (and not me) did not wake up on time! Anyways the counter was closed and somehow they finally let us in and we rushed into the waiting plane. I still remember, my seat was 4F, away from the rest of the group. I really did not have a problem...I was planning on plugging in my player and catch up on lost sleep anyway. I hate non-window seats. Anyways this guy had his either-gf-or-wife just across the aisle, in 4C and wanted to sit with her. He requested me to exchange my seat with his. I did not mind that either...I just needed a place to doze...until this guy told me he has his seat in the executive class. I was like freaking-what? Bless the guy's sachha pyaar...it made him exchange my economy seat with his exec window seat! I watched the sunrise over the clouds, the clouds were damn beautiful and of course, watching those virgin islands pass below you was surreal. And here's a piece of advice to you- don't really ever waste money on an exec flight, in a line "what's served as white-wine in eco class is served as chardonnay in exec". Same things, but served with wider smiles and lower curtsy while you relax in wider b**t-spaces.
We reached about 8 and moved into small cottages. After breakfast, we went to the Anthropological museum displaying tribal culture details and then Ross Island. It has ruins of those britishers' buildings, a lot of greens and the best part- tame deer and peacocks roaming about, whom you can feed with your hands. Yep and the "daab"-the green coconuts there are famous. But is the taste of coconut somehow influenced by whether they grow in fresh-water or saline water? Because I can swear they tasted just like clear soda water! And we got to see some mind blowing sunsets too
26th Oct- I really prefer wildlife over monuments, so I will rush through my visits to Cellular Jail and those govt shops. In fact, I won't linger much on what monuments I saw, they do not excite me as much as flora and fauna do. And here's another advice, Should you happen to visit P/B, stay at Nigar Inn, just in front of the airport. The rooms are of course great but whats better is the homely atmosphere and the care you are given. Nope, they did not pay me to advertise for them, they (the managers and staff) are actually overwhelmingly nice. Went to carbine's beach (I think thats what they called it)but mama had some inkling and did not let me go into the water. Later we came to know the tsunami had washed away the beach and there was a steep drop down just a few meters from where we were standing and also that lots of people drown there every year!!
27th Oct- Went to samudrika, the navy's collection of corals, fish, shells and all
28th Oct- Went to the best Science Park I have ever visited. And the scenery is beautiful too. Its built on a cliff jutting out into the sea and the building is encased in a womb of rainforest. It was really fun revising the basic principles of science-- I actually forgot my age and embarrassingly...leave it! And by the way, have you seen that ball trick- how they balance a ball on a stream of air from a pipe? I realised there it was based on bernoulli's principle. To think that all those years back, about a decade, I believed that trick to be a copyrighted "magic-trick" only Euroclean vacuum-cleaners could do and hence had ended up making my parents buy something that really wasnt needed.
29th Oct- Had drove down to Chidiatapu this day, probably the best sunset point on the whole island. Since the croc incident at Havelock last year, they have put up boards on every beach saying "Crocodile-Infested Beach". And I think I need not say what effect it had on mama. She did not let me step into the water! Why go on a beach then? And every single log floating in the water made her suspicious that it was a huge crocodile waiting to gulp her daughter!! Grrrr!! Anyways, check out my albums!
30th Oct- Rained a lot so did not move around at all. Had a great seafish cuisine at Megapode resort though. Was thrilled about pure seafish, but most of it tastes like fried chicken with tough flesh and smelling like "sukhua", something I disliked. And that lighthouse--I swear someday I am going to fulfill my wish of spending a night on a lighthouse! Few things tug at me like a solitary beaming lighthouse,on a quiet night does!
31st Oct- And thats today. Did not I say it was the best day of my life yet? We went to Wandoor and from there you are taken via ferries to Redskin island. Redskin is small and famous for corals. You can either opt for going about in glass-bottomed boats or snorkel. I decided on the latter. The guide put a tube around me and under my arms and gave me a set of goggles and that breathing tube. Underwater, it was the most beautiful scene ever. I am warning you, take off now for I am going to describe it in details. There were finger corals, orange in color with just the tips white. He (the guide) picked up a sea cucumber and placed it in my hands. It was black, slimy and soft. And the fish! Remember Nemo? In that movie? An orange and white striped chubby piscean? I saw him!! And a huge fish, larger than a 6-footer's palm, shaped like a triangle and vibrantly striped in yellow and blue. There were butterfly fish and pig fish- sucker mouthed blue flat soccer-ball shaped with yellow fins. And a huge greyish-green fish with white spots. And yes, zebra fish, black and white stripes all through. There were groups of red, blue and fluorescent-green fish that circled about my feet. It was incredible. There were so many colors....and it was just as they show on discovery. Should I decide to describe each fish I saw, this post would take all day! Only when I felt suffocated that I realise I had forgotten to breathe through my tube in awe. I asked my guide to take me to the ocean floor....I wanted to touch them. He flipped off my tube and pulled me down. God damn mind-blowing it was. And I waved about the water-lilies too... greenish-blue fern-type shy creatures. there were more..he pulled me to a sponge, shimmering golden and as I pressed the soft creature, small blue and red fish rushed out from its folds. And there were magnificent brown table-corals and yellow tree-corals and huge white boulder corals too.....there were sea-urchins too. And prussian-blue patches glowed on the ocean floor...he said that they were carved to make pearls too...only when you touch them you get to know they are not patches but a soft mass of what seems like dark-blue glitter...I just went crazy about it, the way colored fishes showed themselves from underneath rocks and weeds and swim about you.....before taking another dive, he told me that he would show me a "sea honeymoon'. I asked him twice and he repeated himself. Anyways, we dived again and he guided me to a sea-anemone. It was orange with white tentacles. It was so freakingly pretty that before I could stop myself, I gasped, pulling in water through my snorkel tube. One more advice- sea water hurts...your eyes and nose and throat feel like they have been set on fire. So should you decide to commit suicide by drowning, go for freshwater please, it will make death a little less painful for you. I feel heaven could not be prettier than this. They were all the colours in all the combinations one could think of. It seemed like god got bored one day and suddenly decided to play with the brightest colors on his pallette and made this marine ecosystem....
We returned....my parents were dazzled like me too...and on the return journey, guess what! We came across a huge crocodile freakishly close to Redskin island!! And we also passed by the "VIP"island, where Kaho-na-pyaar-hai was shot
I am going to Mount Harriet tomorrow, a long drive over hills overlooking the sea. I thought Kashmir was the best place before, but A&N has replaced it now. God made these islands in a good mood!
And by the way, A&N was hit by an earthquake 2 days back, every single supply is flown down from vizak and chennai everyday, land is 10 times costlier but on the good side, petrol's a lot cheaper here, electricity is too, there's no cinema hall or a shopping mall and no robberies either, the people are warm and very friendly and even the main road looked like a drive through a rainforest. This is my perfect definition of "Dreamland"!
Signing off
Hey!! Finally I feel like blogging. The past days have been exhausting and most of all, today. But today was the best day of my life and I want to get it down.
I guess you know that right now I am vacationing at andaman and nicobar. We are at Port Blair actually. So I think I will take you through my adventures here and build up the climax for today
24th Oct- We took the flight from BBSR to Chennai, landing at about 4. Didn't go about in chennai much, retired early because of the early flight next day. And oh yes, avoid Air India flights, the hostesses are old, fat, totally de-glam, rude and wear "hairstyles" that are actually a scanty mass of hair clutched on the middle of the top part of their air-heads
25th Oct- Hmm...the fun began the moment I stepped into the 4.45a.m. flight to Port Blair (I'll use P/B for short). There were the three of us and three more family friends. We were late the time we reached the airport....this time the driver (and not me) did not wake up on time! Anyways the counter was closed and somehow they finally let us in and we rushed into the waiting plane. I still remember, my seat was 4F, away from the rest of the group. I really did not have a problem...I was planning on plugging in my player and catch up on lost sleep anyway. I hate non-window seats. Anyways this guy had his either-gf-or-wife just across the aisle, in 4C and wanted to sit with her. He requested me to exchange my seat with his. I did not mind that either...I just needed a place to doze...until this guy told me he has his seat in the executive class. I was like freaking-what? Bless the guy's sachha pyaar...it made him exchange my economy seat with his exec window seat! I watched the sunrise over the clouds, the clouds were damn beautiful and of course, watching those virgin islands pass below you was surreal. And here's a piece of advice to you- don't really ever waste money on an exec flight, in a line "what's served as white-wine in eco class is served as chardonnay in exec". Same things, but served with wider smiles and lower curtsy while you relax in wider b**t-spaces.
We reached about 8 and moved into small cottages. After breakfast, we went to the Anthropological museum displaying tribal culture details and then Ross Island. It has ruins of those britishers' buildings, a lot of greens and the best part- tame deer and peacocks roaming about, whom you can feed with your hands. Yep and the "daab"-the green coconuts there are famous. But is the taste of coconut somehow influenced by whether they grow in fresh-water or saline water? Because I can swear they tasted just like clear soda water! And we got to see some mind blowing sunsets too
26th Oct- I really prefer wildlife over monuments, so I will rush through my visits to Cellular Jail and those govt shops. In fact, I won't linger much on what monuments I saw, they do not excite me as much as flora and fauna do. And here's another advice, Should you happen to visit P/B, stay at Nigar Inn, just in front of the airport. The rooms are of course great but whats better is the homely atmosphere and the care you are given. Nope, they did not pay me to advertise for them, they (the managers and staff) are actually overwhelmingly nice. Went to carbine's beach (I think thats what they called it)but mama had some inkling and did not let me go into the water. Later we came to know the tsunami had washed away the beach and there was a steep drop down just a few meters from where we were standing and also that lots of people drown there every year!!
27th Oct- Went to samudrika, the navy's collection of corals, fish, shells and all
28th Oct- Went to the best Science Park I have ever visited. And the scenery is beautiful too. Its built on a cliff jutting out into the sea and the building is encased in a womb of rainforest. It was really fun revising the basic principles of science-- I actually forgot my age and embarrassingly...leave it! And by the way, have you seen that ball trick- how they balance a ball on a stream of air from a pipe? I realised there it was based on bernoulli's principle. To think that all those years back, about a decade, I believed that trick to be a copyrighted "magic-trick" only Euroclean vacuum-cleaners could do and hence had ended up making my parents buy something that really wasnt needed.
29th Oct- Had drove down to Chidiatapu this day, probably the best sunset point on the whole island. Since the croc incident at Havelock last year, they have put up boards on every beach saying "Crocodile-Infested Beach". And I think I need not say what effect it had on mama. She did not let me step into the water! Why go on a beach then? And every single log floating in the water made her suspicious that it was a huge crocodile waiting to gulp her daughter!! Grrrr!! Anyways, check out my albums!
30th Oct- Rained a lot so did not move around at all. Had a great seafish cuisine at Megapode resort though. Was thrilled about pure seafish, but most of it tastes like fried chicken with tough flesh and smelling like "sukhua", something I disliked. And that lighthouse--I swear someday I am going to fulfill my wish of spending a night on a lighthouse! Few things tug at me like a solitary beaming lighthouse,on a quiet night does!
31st Oct- And thats today. Did not I say it was the best day of my life yet? We went to Wandoor and from there you are taken via ferries to Redskin island. Redskin is small and famous for corals. You can either opt for going about in glass-bottomed boats or snorkel. I decided on the latter. The guide put a tube around me and under my arms and gave me a set of goggles and that breathing tube. Underwater, it was the most beautiful scene ever. I am warning you, take off now for I am going to describe it in details. There were finger corals, orange in color with just the tips white. He (the guide) picked up a sea cucumber and placed it in my hands. It was black, slimy and soft. And the fish! Remember Nemo? In that movie? An orange and white striped chubby piscean? I saw him!! And a huge fish, larger than a 6-footer's palm, shaped like a triangle and vibrantly striped in yellow and blue. There were butterfly fish and pig fish- sucker mouthed blue flat soccer-ball shaped with yellow fins. And a huge greyish-green fish with white spots. And yes, zebra fish, black and white stripes all through. There were groups of red, blue and fluorescent-green fish that circled about my feet. It was incredible. There were so many colors....and it was just as they show on discovery. Should I decide to describe each fish I saw, this post would take all day! Only when I felt suffocated that I realise I had forgotten to breathe through my tube in awe. I asked my guide to take me to the ocean floor....I wanted to touch them. He flipped off my tube and pulled me down. God damn mind-blowing it was. And I waved about the water-lilies too... greenish-blue fern-type shy creatures. there were more..he pulled me to a sponge, shimmering golden and as I pressed the soft creature, small blue and red fish rushed out from its folds. And there were magnificent brown table-corals and yellow tree-corals and huge white boulder corals too.....there were sea-urchins too. And prussian-blue patches glowed on the ocean floor...he said that they were carved to make pearls too...only when you touch them you get to know they are not patches but a soft mass of what seems like dark-blue glitter...I just went crazy about it, the way colored fishes showed themselves from underneath rocks and weeds and swim about you.....before taking another dive, he told me that he would show me a "sea honeymoon'. I asked him twice and he repeated himself. Anyways, we dived again and he guided me to a sea-anemone. It was orange with white tentacles. It was so freakingly pretty that before I could stop myself, I gasped, pulling in water through my snorkel tube. One more advice- sea water hurts...your eyes and nose and throat feel like they have been set on fire. So should you decide to commit suicide by drowning, go for freshwater please, it will make death a little less painful for you. I feel heaven could not be prettier than this. They were all the colours in all the combinations one could think of. It seemed like god got bored one day and suddenly decided to play with the brightest colors on his pallette and made this marine ecosystem....
We returned....my parents were dazzled like me too...and on the return journey, guess what! We came across a huge crocodile freakishly close to Redskin island!! And we also passed by the "VIP"island, where Kaho-na-pyaar-hai was shot
I am going to Mount Harriet tomorrow, a long drive over hills overlooking the sea. I thought Kashmir was the best place before, but A&N has replaced it now. God made these islands in a good mood!
And by the way, A&N was hit by an earthquake 2 days back, every single supply is flown down from vizak and chennai everyday, land is 10 times costlier but on the good side, petrol's a lot cheaper here, electricity is too, there's no cinema hall or a shopping mall and no robberies either, the people are warm and very friendly and even the main road looked like a drive through a rainforest. This is my perfect definition of "Dreamland"!
Signing off
Late to Bed, Late to Rise!!!
(Forgot the date I wrote this)
"statutory warning----it may be psychologically damaging to some of you, resulting in your getting disgusted about maggi, gupchup, ice-lollies forever"
**this is my most disgusting post ever,so you might want to keep off this**
People who know me well enough are aware of the fact that I am a night-creature.....I prefer working at nights than when the sun is up, my brain works best after the clock strikes 12. Anyways, here I am, its 4.45am and I am totally rejuvenated after my quota of coffee and Top-Ramen (Hey TR is actually better than maggi!)
The best thing about nights is the silence, just punctuated by the occasional owl and tonight, the cry of trains chugging off far away. And until 3, somewhere a radio was spewing out oldies too....and honestly, the static orchestrated "dil ka haal sune dilwala" was something I'd gladly wake up every night to listen to....(yeah, I really get senti over nostalgia). Also, ma's asleep so no more "wear your socks, wear your tracks, pull over your poncho" and the worst "Drink milk".....Papa's asleep too, so there's no-one to tell me "You will go deaf" at my on-spot-hiphopping to the loud decibels from my player. Goldy is asleep too so no more nibbling my feet, running off with my pens or licking my library books. Although I really do miss it! And the best part is coffee and TR. I am more of the microwave-cook and I know a few elaborate dishes only, so TR is the only option post-midnight when I am hungry. And that is another reason why I drive myself to sit up at night....coz otherwise ma doesn't let me have TR at decent meal-times. Here's why
Sometime back, she read some article about why Maggi is harmful. Something about wax-coatings over those strings and MSG in that tastemaker. I tried my best to convince her with an I-know-better-because-I-am-an-engineer looks that it was just a marketing blotch by maggi's competitive brand, but it did not have any effect. So she dissuaded me ever since. Until I resorted to elaborate "Maggi-purification" techniques (ask me if you want to know, I am not going to write about it here). So she tried to make poor innocent Maggi seem disgusting to me by saying they looked like "boiled earthworms floating about in water, speckled with their own shit". But I am a zoologist's daughter- I had nil disgust-factor. So I put up an over-dramatised act of pleasure, saying "Yeah, the sensation of sinking your teeth into that warm soft earthworm body and biting off pieces and feel them slither down your throat- almost rippling with live vitality is the ultimate feeling...mmmmmmm......and they should cultivate these worms and market their shit, its yummy".....I am not reponsible if you stop eating maggi/TR, but ma almost did!
Ma is talented of thinking up weird possible-sources of junk food, hoping someday "the girl inside will wake up, get disgusted by my words and stop eating junk". Hah! I killed her long back. Those ice-dollies and "gola" (at my irresistible list #3), according to her, come from the water corpses were frozen in.....months back. I do not know why or who needs to freeze corpses but I sure did fire back to disgust her even more "were those bodies rotten, because I can swear I got a deliciously tangy non-vegy smell each time I lick it".And she really doesnt understand why I avoid gupchup at home. I told her once that her's weren't as spicy or had that-something that roadside gupchup stalls have. To that she retorted "Know what's that-something? Its the sweat he scraped off his anatomy and snot he picks out from his nose".And I fire back "Do that, then maybe I shall favor your gupchups too". No, I do not feed on blood or carcass at night, that's just my way of demonstrating that no matter what, I will forever be loyal to these roadside stuffs. And anyway, Bear Grylls does inspire me a lot. And i am sure by now you do not want to know what she and I have to say about tamarind chutney and pickles! And hey, ma's sweet, its just that nothing makes an impact on me unless its delivered with a shock or a big dollop of drama!
Hold on....cockroach....
I am back. I hate these roaches. No disgust, but I have a cold and so I might sleep with my mouth open. In that case, I do not want an arthropod to crawl down my foodpipe. Ma doesnt allow non-veg on mondays,you know.....I did not want to put up a show of its innards on my wall, so I refrained from slapping it with with my slipper. I couldn't find the pesticide spray either so I rummaged in my shelf instead, for something that could help me in a clean murder. And I found my Nike deo. I emptied half the can on it....and it died!! Atleast, it had stopped moving; considering the alcohol content in that deo, it might simply have got drunk and passed out. But if it actually did die, what the hell are we using? And hold it, I would not normally think about wasting expensive deos on insects, but this was a >4 years old one that just had the alcohol content left. Maybe someday I will tell you why I needed to retain that can
Back to topic!! Anyways, its breaking dawn and its beautiful. It starts off with a hen crowing raucously. Why do chicks wail so much anyway? ;). Then follow the birds. That's the best part of staying up! Catch up with you on crazier posts later. Right now, i have got to catch up with a beautiful sunrise
keep rocking!
"statutory warning----it may be psychologically damaging to some of you, resulting in your getting disgusted about maggi, gupchup, ice-lollies forever"
**this is my most disgusting post ever,so you might want to keep off this**
People who know me well enough are aware of the fact that I am a night-creature.....I prefer working at nights than when the sun is up, my brain works best after the clock strikes 12. Anyways, here I am, its 4.45am and I am totally rejuvenated after my quota of coffee and Top-Ramen (Hey TR is actually better than maggi!)
The best thing about nights is the silence, just punctuated by the occasional owl and tonight, the cry of trains chugging off far away. And until 3, somewhere a radio was spewing out oldies too....and honestly, the static orchestrated "dil ka haal sune dilwala" was something I'd gladly wake up every night to listen to....(yeah, I really get senti over nostalgia). Also, ma's asleep so no more "wear your socks, wear your tracks, pull over your poncho" and the worst "Drink milk".....Papa's asleep too, so there's no-one to tell me "You will go deaf" at my on-spot-hiphopping to the loud decibels from my player. Goldy is asleep too so no more nibbling my feet, running off with my pens or licking my library books. Although I really do miss it! And the best part is coffee and TR. I am more of the microwave-cook and I know a few elaborate dishes only, so TR is the only option post-midnight when I am hungry. And that is another reason why I drive myself to sit up at night....coz otherwise ma doesn't let me have TR at decent meal-times. Here's why
Sometime back, she read some article about why Maggi is harmful. Something about wax-coatings over those strings and MSG in that tastemaker. I tried my best to convince her with an I-know-better-because-I-am-an-engineer looks that it was just a marketing blotch by maggi's competitive brand, but it did not have any effect. So she dissuaded me ever since. Until I resorted to elaborate "Maggi-purification" techniques (ask me if you want to know, I am not going to write about it here). So she tried to make poor innocent Maggi seem disgusting to me by saying they looked like "boiled earthworms floating about in water, speckled with their own shit". But I am a zoologist's daughter- I had nil disgust-factor. So I put up an over-dramatised act of pleasure, saying "Yeah, the sensation of sinking your teeth into that warm soft earthworm body and biting off pieces and feel them slither down your throat- almost rippling with live vitality is the ultimate feeling...mmmmmmm......and they should cultivate these worms and market their shit, its yummy".....I am not reponsible if you stop eating maggi/TR, but ma almost did!
Ma is talented of thinking up weird possible-sources of junk food, hoping someday "the girl inside will wake up, get disgusted by my words and stop eating junk". Hah! I killed her long back. Those ice-dollies and "gola" (at my irresistible list #3), according to her, come from the water corpses were frozen in.....months back. I do not know why or who needs to freeze corpses but I sure did fire back to disgust her even more "were those bodies rotten, because I can swear I got a deliciously tangy non-vegy smell each time I lick it".And she really doesnt understand why I avoid gupchup at home. I told her once that her's weren't as spicy or had that-something that roadside gupchup stalls have. To that she retorted "Know what's that-something? Its the sweat he scraped off his anatomy and snot he picks out from his nose".And I fire back "Do that, then maybe I shall favor your gupchups too". No, I do not feed on blood or carcass at night, that's just my way of demonstrating that no matter what, I will forever be loyal to these roadside stuffs. And anyway, Bear Grylls does inspire me a lot. And i am sure by now you do not want to know what she and I have to say about tamarind chutney and pickles! And hey, ma's sweet, its just that nothing makes an impact on me unless its delivered with a shock or a big dollop of drama!
Hold on....cockroach....
I am back. I hate these roaches. No disgust, but I have a cold and so I might sleep with my mouth open. In that case, I do not want an arthropod to crawl down my foodpipe. Ma doesnt allow non-veg on mondays,you know.....I did not want to put up a show of its innards on my wall, so I refrained from slapping it with with my slipper. I couldn't find the pesticide spray either so I rummaged in my shelf instead, for something that could help me in a clean murder. And I found my Nike deo. I emptied half the can on it....and it died!! Atleast, it had stopped moving; considering the alcohol content in that deo, it might simply have got drunk and passed out. But if it actually did die, what the hell are we using? And hold it, I would not normally think about wasting expensive deos on insects, but this was a >4 years old one that just had the alcohol content left. Maybe someday I will tell you why I needed to retain that can
Back to topic!! Anyways, its breaking dawn and its beautiful. It starts off with a hen crowing raucously. Why do chicks wail so much anyway? ;). Then follow the birds. That's the best part of staying up! Catch up with you on crazier posts later. Right now, i have got to catch up with a beautiful sunrise
keep rocking!
Bikes!!!!
Bikes. Saw a great hunky one today at the passport office. A red and black suzuki model but since I am not much of a bikes connoisseur, I cant tell you about its name. But a good muscular hot bike does grab my eyeballs. Clarification. I am not the type who goes gaga over the bipeds who ride such bikes, its just the machine that interests me. And I actually find those limbs interrupting my vision annoying. I ogle at this bike until papa pokes me because my number for the passport comes up.
Someday I plan to own a bike. A hunk with lots of black. Those numbers and those alien alphabet permutations like hp,cc,rpm does not matter to me, just the look does!!! If i do retain this craziness when I grow older, I might actually buy one, even if I am 60! And about riding it- if I could do it 8years back as a kid, I certainly can at 60. Old-age is a retrograde childhood right?
Cars? Nope, not crazy over them that much....I prefer the wind and sun beating my face when I go out! So bikes, bikes, bikes!!
Am I going nuts, posting useless crap articles? Maybe......environMENTAL can have that effect
Singing off...
And yes, to answer that question I am sure popped up in your mind, I haven't driven a bike ever since, because I had plonked it hard into a wall on day one.
Goodnight :)
Someday I plan to own a bike. A hunk with lots of black. Those numbers and those alien alphabet permutations like hp,cc,rpm does not matter to me, just the look does!!! If i do retain this craziness when I grow older, I might actually buy one, even if I am 60! And about riding it- if I could do it 8years back as a kid, I certainly can at 60. Old-age is a retrograde childhood right?
Cars? Nope, not crazy over them that much....I prefer the wind and sun beating my face when I go out! So bikes, bikes, bikes!!
Am I going nuts, posting useless crap articles? Maybe......environMENTAL can have that effect
Singing off...
And yes, to answer that question I am sure popped up in your mind, I haven't driven a bike ever since, because I had plonked it hard into a wall on day one.
Goodnight :)
Sunday, October 3, 2010
"Ainvain"
Sorry again for the hiatus. Yep, I have been kind of busy and now there's so much to talk about! My life is seldom boring, Lucky me !!!!!!!!! So I will take on 4 days at a go- 30sept and 1-2-3 Oct.
30 Sept-- Umm...one of my worst dark forgettable days. I wasn't feeling well- my head was kind of jumbled up and confused and buzzing with some hurtfull thoughts....I guess everyone's personal demons resurface occassionally like that! And I lost it. My temper, I mean. First on a class packed with my branch junis and then on two other junis later on in the day. Thanks to 2 of my friends who took control of it, else I might have ended up embarassing myself yet again! The rest of the day was spent in feeling gloomy about it. I admit it happens to all sometimes, but when I resolved to harness my temper no matter whatever the cause might be (Aug, last year), I had planned to adhere to it. And I am proud to say that I have somewhat suceeded except for incidents like these. Anyways, I shall leave the day here. My sole intention of mentioning it was to keep a reminder to myself of my resolution. Whatever....
1st Oct--- This day was great. When Draup and I put up notices about JOGW last week (that reminds me of a major thing I have to write about!!), we expected it to be a complete failure and people to laugh at us. But somehow a group of awesome people came together to form this awesome "club"--a group that simply rocks and by far, is the best team I have worked in and could ever hope to work with. So the morning went by in sorting the resources with this group (or rather what remained of it--the "kaamchor"(s) had taken off to attend classes, after a long vehement lecture about "sacrificing attendance" for this "noble cause". Hah!). AT about 10.30 I went to attend a conference and the day didn't happen much henceforth. Oh yes, except meeting my internship prof, who somehow managed to smile at me!
2nd Oct--- Happy Birthday Bapu!! Nocollege today which means I got up at about 9, but with a bad cold allergy. And the morning goessneezing and wheezing
In the evening, I go with Papa to get a pic of my countenance (hehe..learnt that word yesterday) so that I can apply for my passport.
After we reach the shop, Papa looks at me and says "You look so messy. You didn't even comb your hair. Didn't you know you were going to have your photo taken?"
I say "Yep, but since I look like that always, I don't mind"
There were a full 5mins of irritating "face-a-little-up", "No-you-made-it-too-up-a-little-down", "Little-to-the-right", "Eyebrows-a-little-up", "Smile-madam" and finally a blinding flash at the end. They dothat twice, by the way! I want to scream- I want a pic for my passport, not my FB profile that you need to try so hard to make me look less-ugly! My pic was considered good enough to be processed further.
You know what? I never use flash when I click people. It highlights every hill and crater on your face and your skin ends up looking like Om Puri's
Same happens with me. But this fat old smiling shopkeeper assures me genially- "Don't worry, we are the photo experts"
And I watch as he opens his photo editor and my craters ans hills disappear. Next my squiggly eyebrows get a shape and the lips go pinker. I--sorry, the stranger girl in the pic gets a new hairline...his mouse somehow tucks in magically every wild unkempt strand into place...even the cheeks start glowing like those girl's in that fairness-cream ad.
And here is when I think it fit to say- "Since the pic is to be put up in my passport, isn't it supposed to look like me? I do not wish to get into tiffs with security!"
The man looks at the pic, then at me and then back to his creation and exclaims-- "No, no! It still looks like you!"
I realised later that a self-respecting normal girl should have hit back right then but at that moment all I could think was- 'Hell! If this pic would have indeed looked like me, well buddy, this Ankita Mohapatra would have made it to Gladrags too!"
3rd Oct---Nothing much. Parents are flying to ajmer today and are dumping me at uncle's house. Sad! I love ajmer but I have missed so many classes in past 10 days for that JOGW thing that further if I dare to bunk, I will definitely flunk! Hey that rhymed!! I am too good, right? LOL! Whatever! Got lots of work so signing off now. Cheerios!
30 Sept-- Umm...one of my worst dark forgettable days. I wasn't feeling well- my head was kind of jumbled up and confused and buzzing with some hurtfull thoughts....I guess everyone's personal demons resurface occassionally like that! And I lost it. My temper, I mean. First on a class packed with my branch junis and then on two other junis later on in the day. Thanks to 2 of my friends who took control of it, else I might have ended up embarassing myself yet again! The rest of the day was spent in feeling gloomy about it. I admit it happens to all sometimes, but when I resolved to harness my temper no matter whatever the cause might be (Aug, last year), I had planned to adhere to it. And I am proud to say that I have somewhat suceeded except for incidents like these. Anyways, I shall leave the day here. My sole intention of mentioning it was to keep a reminder to myself of my resolution. Whatever....
1st Oct--- This day was great. When Draup and I put up notices about JOGW last week (that reminds me of a major thing I have to write about!!), we expected it to be a complete failure and people to laugh at us. But somehow a group of awesome people came together to form this awesome "club"--a group that simply rocks and by far, is the best team I have worked in and could ever hope to work with. So the morning went by in sorting the resources with this group (or rather what remained of it--the "kaamchor"(s) had taken off to attend classes, after a long vehement lecture about "sacrificing attendance" for this "noble cause". Hah!). AT about 10.30 I went to attend a conference and the day didn't happen much henceforth. Oh yes, except meeting my internship prof, who somehow managed to smile at me!
2nd Oct--- Happy Birthday Bapu!! Nocollege today which means I got up at about 9, but with a bad cold allergy. And the morning goessneezing and wheezing
In the evening, I go with Papa to get a pic of my countenance (hehe..learnt that word yesterday) so that I can apply for my passport.
After we reach the shop, Papa looks at me and says "You look so messy. You didn't even comb your hair. Didn't you know you were going to have your photo taken?"
I say "Yep, but since I look like that always, I don't mind"
There were a full 5mins of irritating "face-a-little-up", "No-you-made-it-too-up-a-little-down", "Little-to-the-right", "Eyebrows-a-little-up", "Smile-madam" and finally a blinding flash at the end. They dothat twice, by the way! I want to scream- I want a pic for my passport, not my FB profile that you need to try so hard to make me look less-ugly! My pic was considered good enough to be processed further.
You know what? I never use flash when I click people. It highlights every hill and crater on your face and your skin ends up looking like Om Puri's
Same happens with me. But this fat old smiling shopkeeper assures me genially- "Don't worry, we are the photo experts"
And I watch as he opens his photo editor and my craters ans hills disappear. Next my squiggly eyebrows get a shape and the lips go pinker. I--sorry, the stranger girl in the pic gets a new hairline...his mouse somehow tucks in magically every wild unkempt strand into place...even the cheeks start glowing like those girl's in that fairness-cream ad.
And here is when I think it fit to say- "Since the pic is to be put up in my passport, isn't it supposed to look like me? I do not wish to get into tiffs with security!"
The man looks at the pic, then at me and then back to his creation and exclaims-- "No, no! It still looks like you!"
I realised later that a self-respecting normal girl should have hit back right then but at that moment all I could think was- 'Hell! If this pic would have indeed looked like me, well buddy, this Ankita Mohapatra would have made it to Gladrags too!"
3rd Oct---Nothing much. Parents are flying to ajmer today and are dumping me at uncle's house. Sad! I love ajmer but I have missed so many classes in past 10 days for that JOGW thing that further if I dare to bunk, I will definitely flunk! Hey that rhymed!! I am too good, right? LOL! Whatever! Got lots of work so signing off now. Cheerios!
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Just a Normal day......
(written on 17th september, posted on 20th)
This time I was having serious muse issues. Nope, life was happening as usual, but should I dare to reveal any of it here, it would leave behind a trail of suicides and my dead body. Ok fine, the first part of that was exaggerated!! Another major hindrance in blogging was my state of shock over the new species of personalities who have taken to reading my blog- people I classify as A-category (A as in adults). So now I have to take care to tone down my expletives, speak sensibly and intelligibly and draw-at most, tactful tangents to sensitive topics like my college teachers. The very essence of blogging has disappeared (get used to my habit of dramatizing things!!! Winkie!!!)
So what do I write about? The CWG fiasco? Nah, the papers have done that a lot already! That match-fixing? Naxals? I strike a line through all these. Instead, I think I will write a detailed account of what I did today. And should you, reader, by your honest discretion, belong to my A-list, I would like to assure you that this isn't what I do normally everyday, I just wasn't in the mood to study on this fine day!!
05.30---I woke up, to my player blaring out an eminem number into my ears and the remote-control clutched tightly in my hands (yep, papa and I have so different opinions about what to watch, except when its the football season, that we fight over that instrument and guard it like a crystal skull!!). I stared dumbly at the TV- some movie was being aired with a gun-happy guy shooting everyone around him. Not again!! I had slept off on the couch with the TV still on. I tiptoed to the TV, switched it off and plonked down on the couch again. Then it slowly dawned on me that I had my internals tomorrow (today was an off) and I wasn't even aware of the syllabus!! I got cold feet until I realised its Power-Station-Engineering and Environmental. Hah!! Piece of cake! So I hugged my pillow and fell asleep again. The next I woke up, it was-
08.45!!!!---Papa was laying down the breakfast and saying something like " You have your exam tomorrow, how can you sleep so much?"
A major problem with me is, as I pointed out before, I dont have that emotion barrier around me when I am sleepy. Along with that, I tend to be tactlessly honest too!! So I blurt out- "Exams? Nope! Stupid ints. Time-waste". That was my first mistake. Papa, being in the teacing profession himself, takes these things quite seriously. He started off about my callous attitude and that;s when I commit my second sin...
"Pause", I said, "You are hyped about ints. Anyway, I need a book. For tomorrow. Environmental. Resume now"
Definitely wrong timing! I do not remember what papa said next, for I was too too sleepy-my eyes were actually closed and my head lolled over the back of my chair as I munched my sandwiches. I even dozed off twice! If papa is in a good mood, he affectionately shakes me awake, if not, its his sppon that jabs off my sleep. And today? Well, lets say I was lucky there weren't forks or a knives nearby (joking, BTW :P)
{Henceforth, the post is being updated real-time}
09.00---Papa leaves for college and I happily retreat to my bed, setting the alarm for 9.25. I also text my BFF(once again, that means best friends forever) to wake me up in 15mins. And when I woke up, it was---
10.15---I had snoozed 15 times! I called up BFF and hollered- "Why didn't you wake me up, Jerk (censorised)?" and BFF replies- " I fell asleep too". One big sleepyhead family we all are!
{the book was finally purchased, I went to the shop and papa asks "which book do you want? Kiely, as you said before?"
I-No, BK
PAPA- good book?
I-Ultimate!
The book arrives at the counter and Papa stares at it--"Such a thin one?", he asks. Now you see, people like me claim in total grandiose at the beginning of each sem how we intend to study books by foreign authors even for subjects like Environmental, Organisational Behavior, Production & Op management, etc but by 1st internal, we invariably fall back on these pass books}
13.00---Lunch, then Papa and I pause our bickering (over BK) to watch "Taken". Now a good action packed movie is one of the few things we totally agree upon!
16.00---I continue to watch "What Happens in Vegas" and I fall asleep again, unintentionally this time and wake up at 17.45! I just cant believe I am wasting so much time on my pre-int day!
17.45-1800---I am now tensed into a shock for tomorrow until I receive 3 texts, 2 of them saying "What's the syllabus" and the third- "Not started yet, damn (censored)!". Dear God, bless my friends for keeping me away from getting suicidal!!
18.00-18.30---SO my bling is back on and I prance about the house as usual
18.30---Finally, the scoldings of my parents take effect and I open my book. But what's the syllabus?. I text 6 of my friends about it. I get back 2 replies- "Tell me when you know" and 4 come back, each citing different syllabi!! So I waste 15 more minutes in a mental venn diagram and I finally sit down to study the topics covered in the common intersection region of the 4 different syllabus sample space
{BK is so full of grammatical and spelling errors, I feel like banging my head on my table. Maybe that's a hangover of a convent ed that I am allergic to bad english!}
20.00---I take that BK to Mama for a doubt, her face twists as if I served her Toto's poop on a plate
"Get this book away", she almost screams, "If I read a single line of that, I will forget whatever I have been teaching the past 30 years. How can you even read this?"
I say- Mom, what's with you and papa?? It's ints!! This is enough to pass
Ma-But this is crap, how can you even study this? Half of it is incorrigible! What if you get a question from the very portions you haven't understood?
I say- Simple! I scribble up my handwriting real bad, so ma'am won't be able to read it
2100-2230---DInner,TV, football with Goldy until that one phone call--
Caller- Shit (censored), PSE first sitting
I-Damn, will have to study it now. Was relying on the 2hr gap
Caller-course?
I-How the hell do I know?
2245---Finally some brainaic tells me the syll and it is a relief to know most of my close buddies have'nt started yet. Dear god, bless my friends.....I finally start studying, against powerful temptations to shut my book, go to sleep and crash tomorrow (that by the way, is a lingo here..."to crash" means to kidnap a geek classmate, take her/him to a secluded place and extort him/her for a crash course)
2300-2355---Blogging this + half of a wrodlist
2355---I finally start PSE. My brain calculates- 40pages, 8inches by 6.5inches page. 2mins/page. SHould be over by 1.15am max. Then envi. Good enough!
(and now it's crossed 12am and I hail a new day)
0003---Damn. On page 12. The water-cycle diagram, which by the way, is the only user-friendly pic in the whole 1500-paged book, wasted my time. It is horribly drawn....the clouds resemble an upturned egg-carton, the ocean and lake look like hairy tumours hanging down from the soil-skin. So in mute rebel, I set about sketching a water-cycle...how it should look, according to me, so that it does not look so gross. And by the time I have finished, I have wasted thrice the time and I have also ended up with a worthless sketch on a tissue-paper that looks like an ornate blueprint of a Monet landscape. Got to buck up!!
0040---People are worse off1 A buddy is downloading the syll from a BPUT website now! Page 22, yelp!!
0119---Enough! The rest can be finished on the bus-ride tomorrow. What next? Music? FB? HIMYM? TV? Pocket Tanks? Damn! Had forgotten about envi!
0145---Coffee, yummy!
0245---Dear Envi, I abhore thee from the core of my being, from the deepest dregs of my heart! I curse thee, soon thou shall be wiped off the face of our course structure and rot in hell! May thou suffer in eternal damnation!
0300---Enough histrionics, I decide to sleep now. I can't do much about Envi anyway, I know my current status of knowledge about it won't cross me past the pass-line, but I am positive that somehow I will pass!! Yep, mom does say I can be obnoxiously optimistic!
ps--I do not have a problem with Envi, I just hate cram-vomit-forget type subjects. Add to it the fact that someone who isn't aware about the dangerous condition of our environment, will hardly learn it by cramming it up with the sole objective of earning marks!
epilogue--I finish PSE before exam, but when I am served the question paper, I regret that I even studied for it--the questions were that easy, even a newbie would score 100% at it. And at the Envi paper, as soon as the invigilator distributes us the paper, my phone vibrates in my pocket. 2 texts, one is "1b n 3 ka answer bata" and the second one is "I am going to flunk". I have similar thoughts as both of the messages. I feel a little upset, mainly because our junis, the 5th semmers have this paper too and it will be real humiliation if I fail in this one and they pass!
But you know why I am such an optimist? Because I know things always sort out well in the end anyway. Same with Envi. Turned out, 1b was a wrong question- 3marks straightaway!! And I have attempted atleast 5marks correctly, so yippee, I have crossed the pass-line
B+!!!
Keep rocking! :)
This time I was having serious muse issues. Nope, life was happening as usual, but should I dare to reveal any of it here, it would leave behind a trail of suicides and my dead body. Ok fine, the first part of that was exaggerated!! Another major hindrance in blogging was my state of shock over the new species of personalities who have taken to reading my blog- people I classify as A-category (A as in adults). So now I have to take care to tone down my expletives, speak sensibly and intelligibly and draw-at most, tactful tangents to sensitive topics like my college teachers. The very essence of blogging has disappeared (get used to my habit of dramatizing things!!! Winkie!!!)
So what do I write about? The CWG fiasco? Nah, the papers have done that a lot already! That match-fixing? Naxals? I strike a line through all these. Instead, I think I will write a detailed account of what I did today. And should you, reader, by your honest discretion, belong to my A-list, I would like to assure you that this isn't what I do normally everyday, I just wasn't in the mood to study on this fine day!!
05.30---I woke up, to my player blaring out an eminem number into my ears and the remote-control clutched tightly in my hands (yep, papa and I have so different opinions about what to watch, except when its the football season, that we fight over that instrument and guard it like a crystal skull!!). I stared dumbly at the TV- some movie was being aired with a gun-happy guy shooting everyone around him. Not again!! I had slept off on the couch with the TV still on. I tiptoed to the TV, switched it off and plonked down on the couch again. Then it slowly dawned on me that I had my internals tomorrow (today was an off) and I wasn't even aware of the syllabus!! I got cold feet until I realised its Power-Station-Engineering and Environmental. Hah!! Piece of cake! So I hugged my pillow and fell asleep again. The next I woke up, it was-
08.45!!!!---Papa was laying down the breakfast and saying something like " You have your exam tomorrow, how can you sleep so much?"
A major problem with me is, as I pointed out before, I dont have that emotion barrier around me when I am sleepy. Along with that, I tend to be tactlessly honest too!! So I blurt out- "Exams? Nope! Stupid ints. Time-waste". That was my first mistake. Papa, being in the teacing profession himself, takes these things quite seriously. He started off about my callous attitude and that;s when I commit my second sin...
"Pause", I said, "You are hyped about ints. Anyway, I need a book. For tomorrow. Environmental. Resume now"
Definitely wrong timing! I do not remember what papa said next, for I was too too sleepy-my eyes were actually closed and my head lolled over the back of my chair as I munched my sandwiches. I even dozed off twice! If papa is in a good mood, he affectionately shakes me awake, if not, its his sppon that jabs off my sleep. And today? Well, lets say I was lucky there weren't forks or a knives nearby (joking, BTW :P)
{Henceforth, the post is being updated real-time}
09.00---Papa leaves for college and I happily retreat to my bed, setting the alarm for 9.25. I also text my BFF(once again, that means best friends forever) to wake me up in 15mins. And when I woke up, it was---
10.15---I had snoozed 15 times! I called up BFF and hollered- "Why didn't you wake me up, Jerk (censorised)?" and BFF replies- " I fell asleep too". One big sleepyhead family we all are!
{the book was finally purchased, I went to the shop and papa asks "which book do you want? Kiely, as you said before?"
I-No, BK
PAPA- good book?
I-Ultimate!
The book arrives at the counter and Papa stares at it--"Such a thin one?", he asks. Now you see, people like me claim in total grandiose at the beginning of each sem how we intend to study books by foreign authors even for subjects like Environmental, Organisational Behavior, Production & Op management, etc but by 1st internal, we invariably fall back on these pass books}
13.00---Lunch, then Papa and I pause our bickering (over BK) to watch "Taken". Now a good action packed movie is one of the few things we totally agree upon!
16.00---I continue to watch "What Happens in Vegas" and I fall asleep again, unintentionally this time and wake up at 17.45! I just cant believe I am wasting so much time on my pre-int day!
17.45-1800---I am now tensed into a shock for tomorrow until I receive 3 texts, 2 of them saying "What's the syllabus" and the third- "Not started yet, damn (censored)!". Dear God, bless my friends for keeping me away from getting suicidal!!
18.00-18.30---SO my bling is back on and I prance about the house as usual
18.30---Finally, the scoldings of my parents take effect and I open my book. But what's the syllabus?. I text 6 of my friends about it. I get back 2 replies- "Tell me when you know" and 4 come back, each citing different syllabi!! So I waste 15 more minutes in a mental venn diagram and I finally sit down to study the topics covered in the common intersection region of the 4 different syllabus sample space
{BK is so full of grammatical and spelling errors, I feel like banging my head on my table. Maybe that's a hangover of a convent ed that I am allergic to bad english!}
20.00---I take that BK to Mama for a doubt, her face twists as if I served her Toto's poop on a plate
"Get this book away", she almost screams, "If I read a single line of that, I will forget whatever I have been teaching the past 30 years. How can you even read this?"
I say- Mom, what's with you and papa?? It's ints!! This is enough to pass
Ma-But this is crap, how can you even study this? Half of it is incorrigible! What if you get a question from the very portions you haven't understood?
I say- Simple! I scribble up my handwriting real bad, so ma'am won't be able to read it
2100-2230---DInner,TV, football with Goldy until that one phone call--
Caller- Shit (censored), PSE first sitting
I-Damn, will have to study it now. Was relying on the 2hr gap
Caller-course?
I-How the hell do I know?
2245---Finally some brainaic tells me the syll and it is a relief to know most of my close buddies have'nt started yet. Dear god, bless my friends.....I finally start studying, against powerful temptations to shut my book, go to sleep and crash tomorrow (that by the way, is a lingo here..."to crash" means to kidnap a geek classmate, take her/him to a secluded place and extort him/her for a crash course)
2300-2355---Blogging this + half of a wrodlist
2355---I finally start PSE. My brain calculates- 40pages, 8inches by 6.5inches page. 2mins/page. SHould be over by 1.15am max. Then envi. Good enough!
(and now it's crossed 12am and I hail a new day)
0003---Damn. On page 12. The water-cycle diagram, which by the way, is the only user-friendly pic in the whole 1500-paged book, wasted my time. It is horribly drawn....the clouds resemble an upturned egg-carton, the ocean and lake look like hairy tumours hanging down from the soil-skin. So in mute rebel, I set about sketching a water-cycle...how it should look, according to me, so that it does not look so gross. And by the time I have finished, I have wasted thrice the time and I have also ended up with a worthless sketch on a tissue-paper that looks like an ornate blueprint of a Monet landscape. Got to buck up!!
0040---People are worse off1 A buddy is downloading the syll from a BPUT website now! Page 22, yelp!!
0119---Enough! The rest can be finished on the bus-ride tomorrow. What next? Music? FB? HIMYM? TV? Pocket Tanks? Damn! Had forgotten about envi!
0145---Coffee, yummy!
0245---Dear Envi, I abhore thee from the core of my being, from the deepest dregs of my heart! I curse thee, soon thou shall be wiped off the face of our course structure and rot in hell! May thou suffer in eternal damnation!
0300---Enough histrionics, I decide to sleep now. I can't do much about Envi anyway, I know my current status of knowledge about it won't cross me past the pass-line, but I am positive that somehow I will pass!! Yep, mom does say I can be obnoxiously optimistic!
ps--I do not have a problem with Envi, I just hate cram-vomit-forget type subjects. Add to it the fact that someone who isn't aware about the dangerous condition of our environment, will hardly learn it by cramming it up with the sole objective of earning marks!
epilogue--I finish PSE before exam, but when I am served the question paper, I regret that I even studied for it--the questions were that easy, even a newbie would score 100% at it. And at the Envi paper, as soon as the invigilator distributes us the paper, my phone vibrates in my pocket. 2 texts, one is "1b n 3 ka answer bata" and the second one is "I am going to flunk". I have similar thoughts as both of the messages. I feel a little upset, mainly because our junis, the 5th semmers have this paper too and it will be real humiliation if I fail in this one and they pass!
But you know why I am such an optimist? Because I know things always sort out well in the end anyway. Same with Envi. Turned out, 1b was a wrong question- 3marks straightaway!! And I have attempted atleast 5marks correctly, so yippee, I have crossed the pass-line
B+!!!
Keep rocking! :)
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
All About Being 21!!!!
(should have been published on 12th)
I am almost embarrassed to write again. When I started this blog, I promised to be regular about it and so here I am, almost a month later!!
Nope, i wasn't busy. And I certainly didn't have "proper muse" issues. Just that I had too much thinking to do (umm....and too many FB apps to try out). This year has been somewhat incredible. Life was a cruel teacher and why not? I realise now I had to learn certain things before I turned 21, things that challenged and changed my so very stupid maxims. I am saving the details now, in case someday I become a huge celeb, "successful" enough to lose the last of my wits and pen down a "tell-all". Hah, what a PJ!! ;)
So finally, I turned 21, the magical age for me. I believed this age certified real maturity, sincerity, real understanding, real blah-blah....maybe because I am out of the decade that bracketed my schooling years and have moved over to the "job" decade. So am I mature now? Hell knows! All I know, I'd happily make faces and stick out my tongue behind my boss' back, even after 8 years from now! But anyways I am happier than usual, I am "biiiiiiiig" now and my birthday was perfect
I skip into my parents' room and declare "I am finally a grown-up now, yiipppeeee"
Ma chuckles "Indeed....will you really ever grow up?"
Pa gives off an exaggerated laugh, "Tell that to me after you clean your room all by yourself"
But then he sighs and says "True, you have grown up too fast, If I had my wish, I'd forever freeze you in your KG age"
Ugh. And learn cat,bat,mat over and over again?? No ways!!! But I give them a hug anyway and skip out.
I call up my bro next
"Bhai, I am 21!!", I almost scream, hysterically happy.
"So, does that make any difference? You will be the same I know"
I slam down the phone
Then someone comments next "I cant believe you are 21, you are more like a teen"
I hear that from most callers on my birthday.
I start sulking. Noone takes me seriously!!!
A girl-friend also exclaims "Anki, you are getting older and you are happy??"
Darn right I am!! I don't care about getting old and wrinkly and all. I just want to fast forward life and unwrap all surprises it has in store for me!!!!
21 means being so responsible. It is my last year of BTech and I have to seriously give a thought about how to shape my life next
And that reminds me this conversation between a friend and me, too interesting to be skipped out. I might add, he was preparing for CAT before going for his internship at Bangalore. This took place after he returned
F: I am like really confused and don't know what to do.
I: What's up?
F: Hard to explain. Its like......I was in love with a girl before I came to bangalore but now I like somebody else
I: Keep the new one
F: You don't understand!! I feel like a casanovist. And I really cant get over the previous one and its hampering my relationships with the current one
I: My advice: dump both, go for the firangi chick, seems best now
F: Good one.... I think I will
Mom sees this convo and exclaims: "F is with a girl?? And who is this foreign girl in the picture??"
I grinned, "Ma, its an engineer's analogy. No real girls. Girl before bangalore is MBA, after it is MTECH and the foreign one is MS. Happens. An internship can scramble your brains and suddenly make you fall in love with engineering."
See? See? I told you 21 is such a serious age!! Career decisions now start substituting real babes in conversations!!
And see? I told you I did not have "muse" issues. I can blab on about a stupid age!!
But now I am really dead. While I was blogging, Goldy sneaked up behind me and licked my Soft Computing book. Its corner is now almost dripping wet and dog-eared. And its a library book!!!!!!!!!!!! Major oops!! Lets see if being 21 gives me the intelligence too to concoct a nice excuse and somehow save my skin from that Vampire-Hitler (parents please read 'Librarian')!!!
Till my next post, KR n KS!!
:)
I am almost embarrassed to write again. When I started this blog, I promised to be regular about it and so here I am, almost a month later!!
Nope, i wasn't busy. And I certainly didn't have "proper muse" issues. Just that I had too much thinking to do (umm....and too many FB apps to try out). This year has been somewhat incredible. Life was a cruel teacher and why not? I realise now I had to learn certain things before I turned 21, things that challenged and changed my so very stupid maxims. I am saving the details now, in case someday I become a huge celeb, "successful" enough to lose the last of my wits and pen down a "tell-all". Hah, what a PJ!! ;)
So finally, I turned 21, the magical age for me. I believed this age certified real maturity, sincerity, real understanding, real blah-blah....maybe because I am out of the decade that bracketed my schooling years and have moved over to the "job" decade. So am I mature now? Hell knows! All I know, I'd happily make faces and stick out my tongue behind my boss' back, even after 8 years from now! But anyways I am happier than usual, I am "biiiiiiiig" now and my birthday was perfect
I skip into my parents' room and declare "I am finally a grown-up now, yiipppeeee"
Ma chuckles "Indeed....will you really ever grow up?"
Pa gives off an exaggerated laugh, "Tell that to me after you clean your room all by yourself"
But then he sighs and says "True, you have grown up too fast, If I had my wish, I'd forever freeze you in your KG age"
Ugh. And learn cat,bat,mat over and over again?? No ways!!! But I give them a hug anyway and skip out.
I call up my bro next
"Bhai, I am 21!!", I almost scream, hysterically happy.
"So, does that make any difference? You will be the same I know"
I slam down the phone
Then someone comments next "I cant believe you are 21, you are more like a teen"
I hear that from most callers on my birthday.
I start sulking. Noone takes me seriously!!!
A girl-friend also exclaims "Anki, you are getting older and you are happy??"
Darn right I am!! I don't care about getting old and wrinkly and all. I just want to fast forward life and unwrap all surprises it has in store for me!!!!
21 means being so responsible. It is my last year of BTech and I have to seriously give a thought about how to shape my life next
And that reminds me this conversation between a friend and me, too interesting to be skipped out. I might add, he was preparing for CAT before going for his internship at Bangalore. This took place after he returned
F: I am like really confused and don't know what to do.
I: What's up?
F: Hard to explain. Its like......I was in love with a girl before I came to bangalore but now I like somebody else
I: Keep the new one
F: You don't understand!! I feel like a casanovist. And I really cant get over the previous one and its hampering my relationships with the current one
I: My advice: dump both, go for the firangi chick, seems best now
F: Good one.... I think I will
Mom sees this convo and exclaims: "F is with a girl?? And who is this foreign girl in the picture??"
I grinned, "Ma, its an engineer's analogy. No real girls. Girl before bangalore is MBA, after it is MTECH and the foreign one is MS. Happens. An internship can scramble your brains and suddenly make you fall in love with engineering."
See? See? I told you 21 is such a serious age!! Career decisions now start substituting real babes in conversations!!
And see? I told you I did not have "muse" issues. I can blab on about a stupid age!!
But now I am really dead. While I was blogging, Goldy sneaked up behind me and licked my Soft Computing book. Its corner is now almost dripping wet and dog-eared. And its a library book!!!!!!!!!!!! Major oops!! Lets see if being 21 gives me the intelligence too to concoct a nice excuse and somehow save my skin from that Vampire-Hitler (parents please read 'Librarian')!!!
Till my next post, KR n KS!!
:)
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