(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
Monday, December 13, 2010
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!!
:)
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Umm, I did it.....
(drafted at 2.30 in the mornin of 22nd july)
Its my last night at IITD. It is a good thing because it means soon I will be flying back to my folks at home whom I have missed like hell. And by folks, I mean my pets too!!! And it is a bad thing because I'll miss this place and also I do not have the slightest idea on how to finish my report, get it printed, bind it and submit it tomorrow, all within a time frame of 10hours
I walk again to the reception I mentioned in my last post, with a fat book, hoping desperately it will tell me how to get perfect uniform sinusoids out of the mess I have created, which looked like I have put together every simulink block that impressed me without understanding what it really did. My first output was like a 2 year child's sketch across a wall--jagged colourful RYB current waveforms that had taken the liberty to go wherever they wished to on my scope screen. The starting transients sure would have blown off the top of a generator....I was glad I was working on a virtual platform. Anyways, I tweaked my model, doing major desperate replacements like using a PID instead of a hysterisis controller. That helped somewhat and I got something this time that looked like- atleast a distant relative of a sinusoid! Happy, I tweaked it even more and this time, it was a straight line- fixed at zero. I ran the model again and again, with silent prayers, harnessing a wild hope that as it happens with the hero's heartbeat line in typical bollywood movies, my model's straight line would give a blip and transform into a beautiful 50Hz 1pu sinusoid. But I guess Mathworks didn't have time for mushy bollywood stuff.
Fact is, Electrical Machines, my project area, does not interest me much, so I deviated. But that is a different story!
So I stretch out on the couch with my book but I am hardly in the mood to study. So I check out the IEEE newsletter, which features an interview of Gordon Day and Joseph Lillie, candidates for 2011 IE3 presidentship. It is boring like hell, the only small ha-ha line was when Day was asked about his favourite college memory and he replied "Visiting the college library to talk to the librarian (I married her)". Ha-aah-yawwwwn!!!
I switch over to IE3 spectrum and read about a "barbecue savior"- a thing that uses 8 cameras and powerful lasers that tracks and zap down mosquitoes. My tired mind calculates that the thing costs roughly about--10lakhs or more. What shit! If people came to my barbecue party I would do no more than giving out cheap fly swatters!!
I decide what to do next. I have already had my coffee, finished TOI, HT and Hindu, IE3 newsletters, todays' sudoku. Even the stream of babes returning to hostel has thinned (oh, please, stop thinking what you are thinking--beauty should be appreciated anyway). Even the female night guard here is taciturn. I am bored. So why the hell am I up, right? No, I am not trying to "seep in iitd". Fact is, I want to get that Jen look again. I want to look pitiable to my prof tommorrow as I make a helpless-puppy face and beg for my certificate. If that doesn't help, I don't know what else will!!
Its my last night at IITD. It is a good thing because it means soon I will be flying back to my folks at home whom I have missed like hell. And by folks, I mean my pets too!!! And it is a bad thing because I'll miss this place and also I do not have the slightest idea on how to finish my report, get it printed, bind it and submit it tomorrow, all within a time frame of 10hours
I walk again to the reception I mentioned in my last post, with a fat book, hoping desperately it will tell me how to get perfect uniform sinusoids out of the mess I have created, which looked like I have put together every simulink block that impressed me without understanding what it really did. My first output was like a 2 year child's sketch across a wall--jagged colourful RYB current waveforms that had taken the liberty to go wherever they wished to on my scope screen. The starting transients sure would have blown off the top of a generator....I was glad I was working on a virtual platform. Anyways, I tweaked my model, doing major desperate replacements like using a PID instead of a hysterisis controller. That helped somewhat and I got something this time that looked like- atleast a distant relative of a sinusoid! Happy, I tweaked it even more and this time, it was a straight line- fixed at zero. I ran the model again and again, with silent prayers, harnessing a wild hope that as it happens with the hero's heartbeat line in typical bollywood movies, my model's straight line would give a blip and transform into a beautiful 50Hz 1pu sinusoid. But I guess Mathworks didn't have time for mushy bollywood stuff.
Fact is, Electrical Machines, my project area, does not interest me much, so I deviated. But that is a different story!
So I stretch out on the couch with my book but I am hardly in the mood to study. So I check out the IEEE newsletter, which features an interview of Gordon Day and Joseph Lillie, candidates for 2011 IE3 presidentship. It is boring like hell, the only small ha-ha line was when Day was asked about his favourite college memory and he replied "Visiting the college library to talk to the librarian (I married her)". Ha-aah-yawwwwn!!!
I switch over to IE3 spectrum and read about a "barbecue savior"- a thing that uses 8 cameras and powerful lasers that tracks and zap down mosquitoes. My tired mind calculates that the thing costs roughly about--10lakhs or more. What shit! If people came to my barbecue party I would do no more than giving out cheap fly swatters!!
I decide what to do next. I have already had my coffee, finished TOI, HT and Hindu, IE3 newsletters, todays' sudoku. Even the stream of babes returning to hostel has thinned (oh, please, stop thinking what you are thinking--beauty should be appreciated anyway). Even the female night guard here is taciturn. I am bored. So why the hell am I up, right? No, I am not trying to "seep in iitd". Fact is, I want to get that Jen look again. I want to look pitiable to my prof tommorrow as I make a helpless-puppy face and beg for my certificate. If that doesn't help, I don't know what else will!!
"Have a nice day"
(ps-- this draft was actually written at 3.30 in the morning)
Life is a mean teacher. It taught me 2 things today. First, to stop being a lazy carefree idiot. Second, the claim by windows 2007 about perfect autosaves and recovery, one-touch recovery and other such fancy technical blah-blah is just bullshit. Yesterday, my prof gave me a piece of assignment to write. I said I would do it and get it the next day,to which he refused. "Get it when I come next, I am going to Chandigarh". The big lazy sloth that I am, I take off the whole day, I read a novel, take an extra long coffee break and so on.
Next day when I crossed this prof's room, I saw he was in...the heavy rains had cancelled his chandi trip. Shit.Shit. Shit. Damn me. I could see a "you-are-just-wasting-your-time" scolding coming my way. Scoldings are ok with me, what feels far lot worse is when he shrugs his shoulder and smiles at me and says "okay, when you have the time"---i feel like a total disappointment. I had it once and I didn't want that anymore.
I slam down my satchel, whip out my lappy and get working like crazy. Shit. I had left the algo paper back at my room. It was 10.30 I think when I recovered from shock and mustered enough wits to start writing from scratch. I had an appointment with the Asso. Dean too. And bank work. Priya ma'am forces me to go with her for lunch--she is the latest in the long line of people who reprimand me for my unhealthy fooding habits. But somehow I convince her I'll survive one more day on coffee and sandwiches.
I reached the AD's office right on time. "He is in a meeting" his assistant tells me. I was irritated...."my time's precious too" I wanted to scream. I had been so many times to the deans' section here, I perhaps knew every single spider and his home on every single corner of the walls. But when it is with the boss, you just cant just protest verbally. So a firm resolve not to go back without meeting him this time, I set down my things right in front of his office, sit down on the floor myself and start working (I had to finish the damn thing too, boo-hoo!). AD comes out with his meeting group and they stare at me. I stand up and say "Goodafternoon everyone, A*** Sir?" I ask. A small kind and calm looking gentleman, who seemed most surprised of the lot nods and ushers me in. Gandhigiri rocks!! I almost burst out in a grin when he says "you shouldn't be so stressed for work. You are in delhi, enjoy!" And he gives me a list of must-sees in delhi. You have no idea, sir....hadn't I been in a race to save my skin, I probably would have been chatting away in the lab and trying stupid Facebook applications.
Anyways, the job is finished at 15.30 and I am pleased. I happily report to my prof. "Run the prog" he says. I then realise I am so hungry I could eat my nails. "Uhh, can I have my lunch first please?" I ask. Another scolding ending in "kama paen pagala heluni, jaa ebe bhala se khaiki aa (you are going crazy for work, go and eat properly)". Sandwich again. That would be 4 slices of bread and 3 cups of coffee since morning.
Back at hostel, I got a new roomy today!! Well, nothing compared to my former sweetheart, but she is an awesome shiny different coin anyway. Tough, pretty, smart and great attitude....she exudes it all as I shake hands with her and welcome her.....back from my guide days, I have stuck to the habit of sometimes using my left hand for a first-time handshake. She looks flustered at first, then realises why I offered her my left hand. "I am glad" she grins. I wish I had something to offer her, she sure must be hungry. But the sole occupant of my food boxes is last-week's chilla that fungus had already feasted upon. It then dawns upon me that I had forgotten to brush again today. Dont pucker up your nose, reader, I have a perfect alibi for it: Su's absence. Almost everyday she went through a verbal checklist, verifying that I hadn't forgotten the mundane under work pressure. "Brush kiya? Nahaaya? Khaana khaya?" This kiya and that kiya. If I had forgotten anything, she would start shouting at me till I had finished doing it. The hostel is brimming over with new students and it really feels nice to watch them...happiness glows bright on their and their parents' faces for making it into the premier institute of the country. So I just wander about watching them until I reach the basement. I see this sweet little all-smiles girl dragging about a mattress alone. I help her, and we start chatting. Whoopie...another nice friend, the types I knew I would love to hang out with!! But damn, I am here for less than 2 days more.
I come back to my room and I start simulating my program- a crazy 20 variable function optimisation with something like 1000 iterations. My phone beeps, it is an unexpected call and before I can stop myself, I slam down the lid of my lappy. It was after the call that I begin to comprehend what I had done....too late. The program was corrupted now and useless. I start swearing until I realise I am not alone in the room. I end up squeaking "What the f-ell" but no use lamenting over that caller's bad timing!! . So I move out to the reception, sink into a comfy couch and start all over again. I even dozed off...the hostel night-shift female guard I chat with every night after my coffee trip wakes me up, hands me a bed-sheet and says "beta, sofa pe hi so jao, bahot thak gaye ho". In a strong wave of emotion, typical of me when I am sleepy, I feel like giving her a hug for the gesture but I feel too lazy to get up from the couch and do that. How I wish I could sleep on that incredibly soft couch but I cant and tell her so. So she says "achha, aap kaam karo, khatam ho jaae toh mujhe utha dena beta". So well...right now I am manning her desk for her (And working. And blogging too) until the control room sends a dispatch for checking (:D) while she sleeps peacefully on the couch.....chances are that she is going to get lucky enough and have a full night's sleep today.....The 3rd lift of the lift shaft nearby has gone bonkers and the mechanical female voice says over and over again "have a nice day". It is so irritating that I get up and walk to the lift, jab at the 7th floor button and kick its door hard. That set it right I guess and it whooshes up the shaft, its parting voice echoing down "have a nice day"....I curse again. Hah! Nice day...my eyes look like a racoon's, my hair is in a worse mess than usual, my face almost reminds me of that hungry-Jen-face in Jennifer's body and I am actually hungry (not for human innards though). But I love what I am doing, I am happy, I have great company and I guess that's all that matters....so yep, I am having nice days (without the sarcasm this time)
Life is a mean teacher. It taught me 2 things today. First, to stop being a lazy carefree idiot. Second, the claim by windows 2007 about perfect autosaves and recovery, one-touch recovery and other such fancy technical blah-blah is just bullshit. Yesterday, my prof gave me a piece of assignment to write. I said I would do it and get it the next day,to which he refused. "Get it when I come next, I am going to Chandigarh". The big lazy sloth that I am, I take off the whole day, I read a novel, take an extra long coffee break and so on.
Next day when I crossed this prof's room, I saw he was in...the heavy rains had cancelled his chandi trip. Shit.Shit. Shit. Damn me. I could see a "you-are-just-wasting-your-time" scolding coming my way. Scoldings are ok with me, what feels far lot worse is when he shrugs his shoulder and smiles at me and says "okay, when you have the time"---i feel like a total disappointment. I had it once and I didn't want that anymore.
I slam down my satchel, whip out my lappy and get working like crazy. Shit. I had left the algo paper back at my room. It was 10.30 I think when I recovered from shock and mustered enough wits to start writing from scratch. I had an appointment with the Asso. Dean too. And bank work. Priya ma'am forces me to go with her for lunch--she is the latest in the long line of people who reprimand me for my unhealthy fooding habits. But somehow I convince her I'll survive one more day on coffee and sandwiches.
I reached the AD's office right on time. "He is in a meeting" his assistant tells me. I was irritated...."my time's precious too" I wanted to scream. I had been so many times to the deans' section here, I perhaps knew every single spider and his home on every single corner of the walls. But when it is with the boss, you just cant just protest verbally. So a firm resolve not to go back without meeting him this time, I set down my things right in front of his office, sit down on the floor myself and start working (I had to finish the damn thing too, boo-hoo!). AD comes out with his meeting group and they stare at me. I stand up and say "Goodafternoon everyone, A*** Sir?" I ask. A small kind and calm looking gentleman, who seemed most surprised of the lot nods and ushers me in. Gandhigiri rocks!! I almost burst out in a grin when he says "you shouldn't be so stressed for work. You are in delhi, enjoy!" And he gives me a list of must-sees in delhi. You have no idea, sir....hadn't I been in a race to save my skin, I probably would have been chatting away in the lab and trying stupid Facebook applications.
Anyways, the job is finished at 15.30 and I am pleased. I happily report to my prof. "Run the prog" he says. I then realise I am so hungry I could eat my nails. "Uhh, can I have my lunch first please?" I ask. Another scolding ending in "kama paen pagala heluni, jaa ebe bhala se khaiki aa (you are going crazy for work, go and eat properly)". Sandwich again. That would be 4 slices of bread and 3 cups of coffee since morning.
Back at hostel, I got a new roomy today!! Well, nothing compared to my former sweetheart, but she is an awesome shiny different coin anyway. Tough, pretty, smart and great attitude....she exudes it all as I shake hands with her and welcome her.....back from my guide days, I have stuck to the habit of sometimes using my left hand for a first-time handshake. She looks flustered at first, then realises why I offered her my left hand. "I am glad" she grins. I wish I had something to offer her, she sure must be hungry. But the sole occupant of my food boxes is last-week's chilla that fungus had already feasted upon. It then dawns upon me that I had forgotten to brush again today. Dont pucker up your nose, reader, I have a perfect alibi for it: Su's absence. Almost everyday she went through a verbal checklist, verifying that I hadn't forgotten the mundane under work pressure. "Brush kiya? Nahaaya? Khaana khaya?" This kiya and that kiya. If I had forgotten anything, she would start shouting at me till I had finished doing it. The hostel is brimming over with new students and it really feels nice to watch them...happiness glows bright on their and their parents' faces for making it into the premier institute of the country. So I just wander about watching them until I reach the basement. I see this sweet little all-smiles girl dragging about a mattress alone. I help her, and we start chatting. Whoopie...another nice friend, the types I knew I would love to hang out with!! But damn, I am here for less than 2 days more.
I come back to my room and I start simulating my program- a crazy 20 variable function optimisation with something like 1000 iterations. My phone beeps, it is an unexpected call and before I can stop myself, I slam down the lid of my lappy. It was after the call that I begin to comprehend what I had done....too late. The program was corrupted now and useless. I start swearing until I realise I am not alone in the room. I end up squeaking "What the f-ell" but no use lamenting over that caller's bad timing!! . So I move out to the reception, sink into a comfy couch and start all over again. I even dozed off...the hostel night-shift female guard I chat with every night after my coffee trip wakes me up, hands me a bed-sheet and says "beta, sofa pe hi so jao, bahot thak gaye ho". In a strong wave of emotion, typical of me when I am sleepy, I feel like giving her a hug for the gesture but I feel too lazy to get up from the couch and do that. How I wish I could sleep on that incredibly soft couch but I cant and tell her so. So she says "achha, aap kaam karo, khatam ho jaae toh mujhe utha dena beta". So well...right now I am manning her desk for her (And working. And blogging too) until the control room sends a dispatch for checking (:D) while she sleeps peacefully on the couch.....chances are that she is going to get lucky enough and have a full night's sleep today.....The 3rd lift of the lift shaft nearby has gone bonkers and the mechanical female voice says over and over again "have a nice day". It is so irritating that I get up and walk to the lift, jab at the 7th floor button and kick its door hard. That set it right I guess and it whooshes up the shaft, its parting voice echoing down "have a nice day"....I curse again. Hah! Nice day...my eyes look like a racoon's, my hair is in a worse mess than usual, my face almost reminds me of that hungry-Jen-face in Jennifer's body and I am actually hungry (not for human innards though). But I love what I am doing, I am happy, I have great company and I guess that's all that matters....so yep, I am having nice days (without the sarcasm this time)
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Dedicated to the new people I met, who made my life even more beautiful...
"Smile, though your heart is aching
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by....."
--Michael Jackson (Smile,2006)
Smile, even though it's breaking
When there are clouds in the sky
You'll get by....."
--Michael Jackson (Smile,2006)
I sometimes can't help wondering stupidly if the decisions I make are a gamble, an independent choice of a thread to which my life gets tethered henceforth or did I choose that because "fate" had it written down, as they say? I do not quite warm up to this concept, as I claim, quite boisterously- that I do not want something else to be in control of my life when I am working so hard at it.
Anyways, I wonder now what would have been the alternate course of events (chucking you aside, Fate) if I had turned down this internship (if truth be told, I actually didn't want to, but people forced me to, until I got quite irritated and landed here). Simple. I wouldn't have met such wonderful people and gone through the phase, that I can feel are changing my life.
Su went home today. I haven't known a more selfless, sweeter, warm and dedicated person before. I can't heelp grinning at my poor pillow, massacred in the pillow fight with her. At this time, she would have pinged me from her lab with her "miss u, love u, muah" and hearts. When I go back to our room, she would have started her weird activities, just to get a kick and a hug. And late at night, she would have woken up and said "So jao na ab, tabiyat bigadoge". She was the perfect little sis to me. I walked back to my room yesterday and stared at the empty cot and table opposite. No more of her clothes are strewn all over the room: even on my chair and bed. The room feels deserted and dead. It's then that I start feeling lonely and upset. I knew she had to go someday but now that I am actually alone and realise I don't have a single friend here, I feel really pissed. Missing her apart, unless by choice, I hate being alone. It was a terrible sinking feeling.
I have a queer habit of drinking lots of water whenever I go through any strong emotion. I walk out to fill my bottle and my thoughts are interrupted by a voice behind me..."Shundor kurti....where did you get it?' I turn around, it is a couple of pretty research scholars back from my lab, Papiya Ma'am and Priya Ma'am, people I hadn't chatted with much before. "Lajpat", I reply. And we start chatting there. New friends...yippeee!! Soon enough, they invite me to go out with them...and at dinner, we swap stories over peals of loud laughter (typical to us bengalis) as if we were acquainted since years.
Half an hour later, there is a knock on my door--Papiya Ma'am. She had brought me a pretty bracelet and a chocolate bar. I reprimand her for the formality and she replied "I want you to remember me, it is a token of my love and affection". Who would forget a sweet and warm pretty lady like her anyway? But I am touched...I just love these fast strong bondings (I do not have enough patience to follow the dheere-dheere-dosti-badhegi ideology ). She folds up her legs on my bed and we chat for about an hour. At last she goes back, saying "tumi khoob mishti bolo, khoob bhalo laglo tomaar shonge kotha hoe".....right back at you ma'am.....(this morning as I wrote this, I had a nice long chat with Priya didi too....she is damn innocent, both of us were scared of our mentor-the same scary prof and lastly clutched hands and went to him together). I feel blessed. Really. Somehow I always meet people who make me smile and keep me happy. It's small incidents like these that keep reminding me happiness is always lurking nearby....just hold on!!
I hear a rumble and walk out for a coffee. The night is cool and windy. I dont actually need it but I want to refresh those moments with friends. On the way, I chat with another new friend who is exceptionally talented but still maintains his modesty somehow (if I prefix 'geek' too, I guess you will scold me again :( :P ), who in his gentle and polite manner teaches me the importance and pleasure of being humble and remembering your roots always. In the short span of knowing him, strangely enough, he has successfully motivated me back to focus and eased my tension about the future......And P. sir too, who is god-sent for me.....
I sit at the same place where 2 weeks back, Su Khu and I got wet in the rain, sipping coffee. I then walk down the road where Anshu, Vipul, Kiran Di and I spent beautiful moments together. The vision of the day comes back to me clearly, when we shared our lives and sandwiches while I sketched caricatures. We almost shed tears laughing!!!
I look above and smile to myself. A single drop of cold drain falls on my smile. Tathastu, I interprete.
I want to thank you all for teaching me a little something by your memorable personas.......for making me glad that I chose the right thread......for making my life beautiful......for making me smile.......for sharing my life......for make me want to ask the big gamer in the heavens above to somehow let me re-live all those moments with you......for making me almost want to break out in a chant--"Encore, Life!!!"
Anyways, I wonder now what would have been the alternate course of events (chucking you aside, Fate) if I had turned down this internship (if truth be told, I actually didn't want to, but people forced me to, until I got quite irritated and landed here). Simple. I wouldn't have met such wonderful people and gone through the phase, that I can feel are changing my life.
Su went home today. I haven't known a more selfless, sweeter, warm and dedicated person before. I can't heelp grinning at my poor pillow, massacred in the pillow fight with her. At this time, she would have pinged me from her lab with her "miss u, love u, muah" and hearts. When I go back to our room, she would have started her weird activities, just to get a kick and a hug. And late at night, she would have woken up and said "So jao na ab, tabiyat bigadoge". She was the perfect little sis to me. I walked back to my room yesterday and stared at the empty cot and table opposite. No more of her clothes are strewn all over the room: even on my chair and bed. The room feels deserted and dead. It's then that I start feeling lonely and upset. I knew she had to go someday but now that I am actually alone and realise I don't have a single friend here, I feel really pissed. Missing her apart, unless by choice, I hate being alone. It was a terrible sinking feeling.
I have a queer habit of drinking lots of water whenever I go through any strong emotion. I walk out to fill my bottle and my thoughts are interrupted by a voice behind me..."Shundor kurti....where did you get it?' I turn around, it is a couple of pretty research scholars back from my lab, Papiya Ma'am and Priya Ma'am, people I hadn't chatted with much before. "Lajpat", I reply. And we start chatting there. New friends...yippeee!! Soon enough, they invite me to go out with them...and at dinner, we swap stories over peals of loud laughter (typical to us bengalis) as if we were acquainted since years.
Half an hour later, there is a knock on my door--Papiya Ma'am. She had brought me a pretty bracelet and a chocolate bar. I reprimand her for the formality and she replied "I want you to remember me, it is a token of my love and affection". Who would forget a sweet and warm pretty lady like her anyway? But I am touched...I just love these fast strong bondings (I do not have enough patience to follow the dheere-dheere-dosti-badhegi ideology ). She folds up her legs on my bed and we chat for about an hour. At last she goes back, saying "tumi khoob mishti bolo, khoob bhalo laglo tomaar shonge kotha hoe".....right back at you ma'am.....(this morning as I wrote this, I had a nice long chat with Priya didi too....she is damn innocent, both of us were scared of our mentor-the same scary prof and lastly clutched hands and went to him together). I feel blessed. Really. Somehow I always meet people who make me smile and keep me happy. It's small incidents like these that keep reminding me happiness is always lurking nearby....just hold on!!
I hear a rumble and walk out for a coffee. The night is cool and windy. I dont actually need it but I want to refresh those moments with friends. On the way, I chat with another new friend who is exceptionally talented but still maintains his modesty somehow (if I prefix 'geek' too, I guess you will scold me again :( :P ), who in his gentle and polite manner teaches me the importance and pleasure of being humble and remembering your roots always. In the short span of knowing him, strangely enough, he has successfully motivated me back to focus and eased my tension about the future......And P. sir too, who is god-sent for me.....
I sit at the same place where 2 weeks back, Su Khu and I got wet in the rain, sipping coffee. I then walk down the road where Anshu, Vipul, Kiran Di and I spent beautiful moments together. The vision of the day comes back to me clearly, when we shared our lives and sandwiches while I sketched caricatures. We almost shed tears laughing!!!
I look above and smile to myself. A single drop of cold drain falls on my smile. Tathastu, I interprete.
I want to thank you all for teaching me a little something by your memorable personas.......for making me glad that I chose the right thread......for making my life beautiful......for making me smile.......for sharing my life......for make me want to ask the big gamer in the heavens above to somehow let me re-live all those moments with you......for making me almost want to break out in a chant--"Encore, Life!!!"
Friday, July 16, 2010
Dedicated to.....
I step into the night,
And you are such a beautiful sight...
Speckled over your black gown,
The stars shine down...
I know you are there,
By the way you play with my hair...
Someday I'll come to you I promise
But I must see a thousand more sun,
Before my job here is done......
ps: i still claim I am not a sentimentalist. That was just being impulsive....well, yesterday night was incredibly beautiful.....clear, breezy and quiet......
Speckled over your black gown,
The stars shine down...
I know you are there,
By the way you play with my hair...
Someday I'll come to you I promise
But I must see a thousand more sun,
Before my job here is done......
ps: i still claim I am not a sentimentalist. That was just being impulsive....well, yesterday night was incredibly beautiful.....clear, breezy and quiet......
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
More Than I Ask For----as usual!!
The past few days have been a crazy cocktail of emotions. Ok, I am not the senti kind but you know- I am not a mannequin either. So here goes:
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Smiles came trough small things. Like spending the weekend with bhaiya and bhabhi, finally getting the kind of ear-rings I have been searching for something like 5 years, maybe more, half of the bitchy program code was finally making sense, my momo being extra yummy and henceforth. The highlight should be that it rained again and we (roomy and I) got wet like never before. It was raining with so much thundering- we were on the 7th floor terrace of our hosty and we watched the rain beat us in powerful waves. Beneath us, the trees swayed like paper streamers. The wild wind even gave me a nice mod spiky hair-style! We also watched as a bolt of lightning struck down a transformer. In fact, we saw 2 transformers and one transmission line blowing away. It was beautiful- the things burst out in bright green flames and then yellow-orange sparklers. Yup, dangerous weather to be out, but it was so beautifully addictive that we didn’t give a thought that we could be next to burst into flames! Didn’t I tell you once that coffee and rain make a great combo? Well, so does hot spicy bhutta- corn cobs and rain!! I realized that yesterday; try it sometime too
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You know I don’t go to labs anymore. It looks as if run over by zombies. My lab friends are gone, now there are just a couple of Rassis or so. And among them, I have never seen Noddy or Mr.Nerd show any emotion (intros later). But the worst was when I was going to insti and I saw a small baby mynah being attacked violently by 6 or so grown up mynahs. It had been so brutally attacked that its scalp was missing- there was a deep wound in its head, that bled so badly, its back was covered in blood. I picked it up-it didn’t have the will to protest but it snuggled up in my hands anyway. By the time I reached insti I feared it was already dead, it was so quiet and its head had rolled to one side. A kind sir helped me give it some first aid and the next I knew, it was hopping about cheerfully. I was so happy!! Until this cat jumped on her and took it away. There are 2 kind of animals I hate- cats and snakes. And this is why. I swear if I see that cat ever again, I’ll kill it. So I was upset when I met my prof…he kept on asking me what was wrong, why I looked so upset and why I had turned so pale. Obviously, I couldn’t say, he would think me foolish and a senti wreck. So finally had to blurt out-“low bp”
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Well, nothing new except those crazy codes again. Somehow miraculously I'm holding my temper a lot nowadays!
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Yeah, that happened too. The lesser insignificant was when I was in the ATM. There was a senior citizen and in toothless English he told me that he didn’t know how to get out money from an ATM. The guard offered to help. For 10-15mins,he lectured the old-timer. Finally they reached to where you press the button to make the machine spit out your cash. He shouted- “no, stop”. The guard asked “babaji, apko paise ni nikalni?”. The old dude says “Ni, kaha na mujhe ATM chlaani ni aati, toh sikhni thi”. And we were standing there so hungry, that we were ready to delve into the dustbins and eat the cash slips!!
The second was well- I don’t know what. I had set out my nightclothes to dry in the hosty laundry room. And when I wore them next, I saw someone had written what seemed to be like this with a black marker on the inside of my Tee: “Email ur PHOTO”. What???!!!!?? I mean, a guy asks you to that, it’s normal- they are despos. But bloody hell, I was in a girl’s hosty and if that happens here, it’s a major UH-OH. So I now never step out of my room at night!! And also, if you are reading this, Ms. Psycho, sorry I didn't, you didn't leave behind your email id, smarty!
:) :) :) :) :)
Smiles came trough small things. Like spending the weekend with bhaiya and bhabhi, finally getting the kind of ear-rings I have been searching for something like 5 years, maybe more, half of the bitchy program code was finally making sense, my momo being extra yummy and henceforth. The highlight should be that it rained again and we (roomy and I) got wet like never before. It was raining with so much thundering- we were on the 7th floor terrace of our hosty and we watched the rain beat us in powerful waves. Beneath us, the trees swayed like paper streamers. The wild wind even gave me a nice mod spiky hair-style! We also watched as a bolt of lightning struck down a transformer. In fact, we saw 2 transformers and one transmission line blowing away. It was beautiful- the things burst out in bright green flames and then yellow-orange sparklers. Yup, dangerous weather to be out, but it was so beautifully addictive that we didn’t give a thought that we could be next to burst into flames! Didn’t I tell you once that coffee and rain make a great combo? Well, so does hot spicy bhutta- corn cobs and rain!! I realized that yesterday; try it sometime too
:( :( :( :( :(
You know I don’t go to labs anymore. It looks as if run over by zombies. My lab friends are gone, now there are just a couple of Rassis or so. And among them, I have never seen Noddy or Mr.Nerd show any emotion (intros later). But the worst was when I was going to insti and I saw a small baby mynah being attacked violently by 6 or so grown up mynahs. It had been so brutally attacked that its scalp was missing- there was a deep wound in its head, that bled so badly, its back was covered in blood. I picked it up-it didn’t have the will to protest but it snuggled up in my hands anyway. By the time I reached insti I feared it was already dead, it was so quiet and its head had rolled to one side. A kind sir helped me give it some first aid and the next I knew, it was hopping about cheerfully. I was so happy!! Until this cat jumped on her and took it away. There are 2 kind of animals I hate- cats and snakes. And this is why. I swear if I see that cat ever again, I’ll kill it. So I was upset when I met my prof…he kept on asking me what was wrong, why I looked so upset and why I had turned so pale. Obviously, I couldn’t say, he would think me foolish and a senti wreck. So finally had to blurt out-“low bp”
:X :X :X :X :X
Well, nothing new except those crazy codes again. Somehow miraculously I'm holding my temper a lot nowadays!
:O :O :O :O :O
Yeah, that happened too. The lesser insignificant was when I was in the ATM. There was a senior citizen and in toothless English he told me that he didn’t know how to get out money from an ATM. The guard offered to help. For 10-15mins,he lectured the old-timer. Finally they reached to where you press the button to make the machine spit out your cash. He shouted- “no, stop”. The guard asked “babaji, apko paise ni nikalni?”. The old dude says “Ni, kaha na mujhe ATM chlaani ni aati, toh sikhni thi”. And we were standing there so hungry, that we were ready to delve into the dustbins and eat the cash slips!!
The second was well- I don’t know what. I had set out my nightclothes to dry in the hosty laundry room. And when I wore them next, I saw someone had written what seemed to be like this with a black marker on the inside of my Tee: “Email ur PHOTO”. What???!!!!?? I mean, a guy asks you to that, it’s normal- they are despos. But bloody hell, I was in a girl’s hosty and if that happens here, it’s a major UH-OH. So I now never step out of my room at night!! And also, if you are reading this, Ms. Psycho, sorry I didn't, you didn't leave behind your email id, smarty!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Hii again...nothing's much happened since the last post. Except an outing to Sarojini market and another rain coffee. Well, I am a little offed today...not angry or anything, just because all my close friends would be leaving soon. Vipsteen left yesterday. We all miss those stupid lugaai-comments we used to pass on him. All we could give him was a couple of juice tetras, sandwiches and like that (the cafe nearby doesnt sell anything else)...but that was too less compared to what he gave us....lots of smiles and laughter on boring grey days.
Anshu, my guy-rating partner will b going tomorrow or the-day-after. I would miss her a lot too...apologies to you gal for teasing you with "psycho". Even as I am writing this she sits beside me, wagging her head and saying "sarojini market acha hai na"....And I'll never forget what happened today either. We were waiting outside's the prof's chamber for some work. A guy passed by and spontaneously, Anshu and I rated him. So this another friend, a guy, looks at us with round saucer eyes through his specs and says "girls rate too??". Darn right they do, buddy just that they whisper it out while pretending to read a book or something, they dont scream like junglees. A studious sincere guy like you would never know...infact few guys would:P. Funnier thing was, the same guy asks "what would you rate me if I walk by....2-3?" Ummmm......
And there's KiDdy too....I have never met a person in my life who uses lower decibels than her. Or well- anyone slimmer than her. And she survives totally on her cups of coffee--upto 15 a day.,,,see? Totally a drug-addict. Thanks for tolerating me all throughout, when you had to repeat the same sentence again and again when i couldn't catch what you said and kept replying "hain? kya?". Admit it: at some time you sure must have thought I am totally retarded. But galti aapki hai..Just for you, even my voice has dropped down by a score of decibels-something my parents wished for since my birth....n thanks for helping me with those stupid simulink proj. She is leaving tomorrow too. And Khu...I'll miss her sweet cute puppy expression when I slapped her right in the middle of the road with people watching and slammed my book on her back. And her awesomely sweet smile.
And the way we fought over-well----I'll leave that out...it will spoil my image back at coll. But sun le, wo laal 9-waali ab bhi meri hai, teri peeli waali. She'll leave on 10th I'll write more about more of my friends when its time for them to leave too....will miss you a lot friends....I really hope we meet again....<3
Anshu, my guy-rating partner will b going tomorrow or the-day-after. I would miss her a lot too...apologies to you gal for teasing you with "psycho". Even as I am writing this she sits beside me, wagging her head and saying "sarojini market acha hai na"....And I'll never forget what happened today either. We were waiting outside's the prof's chamber for some work. A guy passed by and spontaneously, Anshu and I rated him. So this another friend, a guy, looks at us with round saucer eyes through his specs and says "girls rate too??". Darn right they do, buddy just that they whisper it out while pretending to read a book or something, they dont scream like junglees. A studious sincere guy like you would never know...infact few guys would:P. Funnier thing was, the same guy asks "what would you rate me if I walk by....2-3?" Ummmm......
And there's KiDdy too....I have never met a person in my life who uses lower decibels than her. Or well- anyone slimmer than her. And she survives totally on her cups of coffee--upto 15 a day.,,,see? Totally a drug-addict. Thanks for tolerating me all throughout, when you had to repeat the same sentence again and again when i couldn't catch what you said and kept replying "hain? kya?". Admit it: at some time you sure must have thought I am totally retarded. But galti aapki hai..Just for you, even my voice has dropped down by a score of decibels-something my parents wished for since my birth....n thanks for helping me with those stupid simulink proj. She is leaving tomorrow too. And Khu...I'll miss her sweet cute puppy expression when I slapped her right in the middle of the road with people watching and slammed my book on her back. And her awesomely sweet smile.
And the way we fought over-well----I'll leave that out...it will spoil my image back at coll. But sun le, wo laal 9-waali ab bhi meri hai, teri peeli waali. She'll leave on 10th I'll write more about more of my friends when its time for them to leave too....will miss you a lot friends....I really hope we meet again....<3
Monday, July 5, 2010
4th july....I day I messed up :(
Yesterday started off good, but finished in the worst way I could imagine...I had gone over to one of my brother's place at Noida and the weekend was awesome (barring Argentina losing to Germany). It started to rain on Sunday evening, just as we were setting out back to my hostel. Anyways, we reached my hostel at about 11. My friends I mentioned in my last post- Su and Khu were waiting up for me. In the awesome rain, in our pajamas we took a walk through the couple-strewn streets. By the time we reached the all-night coffee house, we were totally wet and our legs till the knees were brown-black from splashing through every single dirty puddle en route.
Anyone, who has a longing for "good life" should try a coffee in a rain shower....the feeling is awesome- the cold water drops gently caressing your face and hands and the hot tasty coffee slowly snaking and spreading its warmth through your oesophagus...oops!! I guess that spoils a nice romantic feel-line, but then again, I'm not much of a writer anyway or a romanticist either!!
Anyways, at about 12.04am, my phone beeped. It was from (the B at the last stands for Bhai- brother). "Check the date now" the message read. "What? 5th July, 00.04, y?" I typed back. And then it struck, his birthday had just passed by....and I hadn't wished. Its not that I didn't remember his birthday...it was that I had forgotten that what date it was.....I do that a lot, even forgot my parents' anniversary once. I am bad with dates, I keep forgetting them (even forgot yours, SS, sorry, and my apologies to a handful of other people :( ). And I felt more guilty than after my power electronics sem paper (that I didn't study well for an easy paper). I swear I could do anything to go back just a few hours....but that wasn't to be. So finally my guilt lessened a little after I had made him promise that he would forget my birthday too and wish me when I asked him to on 00.04 on 13th....and I really beg you to stick to that, B....I do not wish to add to your list of things which "prove" I'm "stupid"...:(:(....
So its 5th and raining again...
Anyone, who has a longing for "good life" should try a coffee in a rain shower....the feeling is awesome- the cold water drops gently caressing your face and hands and the hot tasty coffee slowly snaking and spreading its warmth through your oesophagus...oops!! I guess that spoils a nice romantic feel-line, but then again, I'm not much of a writer anyway or a romanticist either!!
Anyways, at about 12.04am, my phone beeped. It was from (the B at the last stands for Bhai- brother). "Check the date now" the message read. "What? 5th July, 00.04, y?" I typed back. And then it struck, his birthday had just passed by....and I hadn't wished. Its not that I didn't remember his birthday...it was that I had forgotten that what date it was.....I do that a lot, even forgot my parents' anniversary once. I am bad with dates, I keep forgetting them (even forgot yours, SS, sorry, and my apologies to a handful of other people :( ). And I felt more guilty than after my power electronics sem paper (that I didn't study well for an easy paper). I swear I could do anything to go back just a few hours....but that wasn't to be. So finally my guilt lessened a little after I had made him promise that he would forget my birthday too and wish me when I asked him to on 00.04 on 13th....and I really beg you to stick to that, B....I do not wish to add to your list of things which "prove" I'm "stupid"...:(:(....
So its 5th and raining again...
Friday, July 2, 2010
Life @ IITD
Damn! Its been ages since my last post, more so because I promised myself that I would post everyday, even more so since I had a computer with free internet about 15 hours a day!! Truth is, I was (and am) too wrapped up in my life here....I didn't even fill in about the second half about my pets, but honestly, life's more happening right now!!
I landed here on a hot night with papa. Soon enough, I shifted to hostel. My rumy is a pretty amusing little girl (Su). I owe her a lot for waking me up on time, else I would have ended up missing my breakfast everyday....people here prefer early dinners, at about 7.30. And the tummy starts bawling again at 1.30-2. I'll never forget how we guzzled down all those packets of junk food late at night while we had those movie-marathons. That day, I think it was 29th june, I met an old Ajmer friend (Khu). Since then, Su,Khu and mu (oriya for me) hang out everyday for meals and stuff...and all that craziness we did....rating guys,ragging Su (she's a year junior) and more, getting lost 10metres away from hostel and stuff I cant reveal here.
At my workplace (my lab), there are a bunch of awesome people too....besides anyone else, there are 3 people I like being with most: Vipsteen (no, not his name, his password, that I tease him about), Anshu**** and Ki***Di (Lets say, KiDdy). V is from Jallandhar, Anshu-meerut and KiDdy's from here. Anshu goes off early after that V, KiDdy and I work till late at night, about 1.Yeah, life's strenuous, but awesome....no restrictions, nothing. My prof gave me a nice fat book and said "don't sleep today, finish by tomorrow, give me a 'talk' at 10". So after finishing lab at 1:05 am, we three went to a popular hang-out place, called WindT yesterday. I don't remember what nonsense we talked, but it certainly wasn't about wind turbines (my topic). But I remember the awesome cups of coffee we had and the horrible sandwiches too, but who cares when you are really thirsty and hungry? We returned about 4.30 and we had to walk fast with heads bowed...to avoid the suspicious glares from the first batch of morning walkers :(. Then I studied till 5.30 or so until my rumy begged me to sleep (bless her!) and woke up at 10.30, watched some movie till 11.30, slept again and woke up at 1.30 when Khu dragged me with her for lunch (bless her too). Its when I came back to my room and saw my dry brush on my bed, I realized I had forgotten to brush today!! Who cares? Paalak paneer would have given my mouth the same stink anyway!!
And so life carries on....I'll keep updating for sure....got lots to tell, but there's a lot of work to do...
I landed here on a hot night with papa. Soon enough, I shifted to hostel. My rumy is a pretty amusing little girl (Su). I owe her a lot for waking me up on time, else I would have ended up missing my breakfast everyday....people here prefer early dinners, at about 7.30. And the tummy starts bawling again at 1.30-2. I'll never forget how we guzzled down all those packets of junk food late at night while we had those movie-marathons. That day, I think it was 29th june, I met an old Ajmer friend (Khu). Since then, Su,Khu and mu (oriya for me) hang out everyday for meals and stuff...and all that craziness we did....rating guys,ragging Su (she's a year junior) and more, getting lost 10metres away from hostel and stuff I cant reveal here.
At my workplace (my lab), there are a bunch of awesome people too....besides anyone else, there are 3 people I like being with most: Vipsteen (no, not his name, his password, that I tease him about), Anshu**** and Ki***Di (Lets say, KiDdy). V is from Jallandhar, Anshu-meerut and KiDdy's from here. Anshu goes off early after that V, KiDdy and I work till late at night, about 1.Yeah, life's strenuous, but awesome....no restrictions, nothing. My prof gave me a nice fat book and said "don't sleep today, finish by tomorrow, give me a 'talk' at 10". So after finishing lab at 1:05 am, we three went to a popular hang-out place, called WindT yesterday. I don't remember what nonsense we talked, but it certainly wasn't about wind turbines (my topic). But I remember the awesome cups of coffee we had and the horrible sandwiches too, but who cares when you are really thirsty and hungry? We returned about 4.30 and we had to walk fast with heads bowed...to avoid the suspicious glares from the first batch of morning walkers :(. Then I studied till 5.30 or so until my rumy begged me to sleep (bless her!) and woke up at 10.30, watched some movie till 11.30, slept again and woke up at 1.30 when Khu dragged me with her for lunch (bless her too). Its when I came back to my room and saw my dry brush on my bed, I realized I had forgotten to brush today!! Who cares? Paalak paneer would have given my mouth the same stink anyway!!
And so life carries on....I'll keep updating for sure....got lots to tell, but there's a lot of work to do...
Monday, June 21, 2010
Large family--happy family (part 1)
Our family has 20 members. And before you think something else, let me clear up that out of these, just 3 are homosapiens (mama calls me a donkey, but still....), the rest are an assortment of different creatures. They are not just dumb animals, but if you spend time with them as I have, you'll learn they are far more than that.
The oldest in our family has to be the tortoise. Its been about since 7 years or so. Even now as I am writing about her (she's a female) she is busy rubbing her head against me. She is more of the gimme-my-food-and-get-lost type. The story of how she came to live with us is a little...well...read for yourself. Since I was a kid, I had always begged for a dog. So one fine day Papa brought home a box and told me "Here's what you wanted". Over-excited and anticipating a puppy, I opened the box, but inside there was something that looked like a soldier's helmet with feet and a silly looking smiling snake-head sticking out from underneath. "A tortoise?" I shrieked,"I wanted a pup". Papa replied "what's the difference? It has 4 legs, 2 eyes, a nose too". I answered "this is a REPTILE, puppies are mammals, being a zoologist, how could you even think that?" Mama and the tortoise made a female-bonding with each other and so she stayed. Ma is her favorite, so its hardly surprising she is the only person in the family Toto doesn't pee on. Yeah, she does that a lot on me, she sneaks on me from behind and before I realize, my skirt is all wet. Often I think she has a vendetta against me, maybe for not giving her puppy status all those years back. But still, i miss her during her long hibernations but she makes up for it when she wakes up---she is too hyperactive. I am sure this one would have won any race without the rabbit dozing off. I do not know how much intelligence god has bestowed upon these reps but it sure is more than we think. She rushes in to the kitchen and claws at the fridge when she is hungry, she'll rush to the nearest door when it rains and sit there staring out quietly, even when three of us are together-its always ma she snuggles up with. They say torts can live up to 300 years which means, judging by her size, there might be a good chance that she's older than papa and she'll live out the three of us.
The next to come in were two parrots. Never really liked them because first I don't like the idea of caged birds and second they were noisy aggressive fighters. I wasn't surprised when 3 days later they successfully murdered each other. On the day we had decided to set them free.
The next after them were two rabbits, who were baptized Digi(tal) and Ana(log) with respect to my two favorite subjects. They were the cutest pets I had. If Toto favored mama, these two favored me. At night they could climb on to my lap and fall asleep or they would sneak into ma-pa's room and doze just below the a/c. Spoilt brats they were--they had to sit on the couch,they hated bathing and I remember they used to spit the water right at my face. Yuck. And they nibbled at anything and everything...they were finally caged after we had to get a new keyboard, slippers, mouse scanner and modem cords. Since they ate a lot, well--they acted like two shit generating machines too, until ma got frustrated and tied little nappies around them. What a damn funny scene that was!! But one day, they died. I wont elucidate on how, but it was a bad heat-stroke. As I mentioned, animals have far more understanding than we think them to be capable of. Our usually playful G sat gloomy and refused food until the next day. And so did I. I really hope there is a heaven for rabbits with all the things they would want to nibble and an a/c and a lap to sleep in. Also the baby rabbits, that Ana was pregnant with....
The oldest in our family has to be the tortoise. Its been about since 7 years or so. Even now as I am writing about her (she's a female) she is busy rubbing her head against me. She is more of the gimme-my-food-and-get-lost type. The story of how she came to live with us is a little...well...read for yourself. Since I was a kid, I had always begged for a dog. So one fine day Papa brought home a box and told me "Here's what you wanted". Over-excited and anticipating a puppy, I opened the box, but inside there was something that looked like a soldier's helmet with feet and a silly looking smiling snake-head sticking out from underneath. "A tortoise?" I shrieked,"I wanted a pup". Papa replied "what's the difference? It has 4 legs, 2 eyes, a nose too". I answered "this is a REPTILE, puppies are mammals, being a zoologist, how could you even think that?" Mama and the tortoise made a female-bonding with each other and so she stayed. Ma is her favorite, so its hardly surprising she is the only person in the family Toto doesn't pee on. Yeah, she does that a lot on me, she sneaks on me from behind and before I realize, my skirt is all wet. Often I think she has a vendetta against me, maybe for not giving her puppy status all those years back. But still, i miss her during her long hibernations but she makes up for it when she wakes up---she is too hyperactive. I am sure this one would have won any race without the rabbit dozing off. I do not know how much intelligence god has bestowed upon these reps but it sure is more than we think. She rushes in to the kitchen and claws at the fridge when she is hungry, she'll rush to the nearest door when it rains and sit there staring out quietly, even when three of us are together-its always ma she snuggles up with. They say torts can live up to 300 years which means, judging by her size, there might be a good chance that she's older than papa and she'll live out the three of us.
The next to come in were two parrots. Never really liked them because first I don't like the idea of caged birds and second they were noisy aggressive fighters. I wasn't surprised when 3 days later they successfully murdered each other. On the day we had decided to set them free.
The next after them were two rabbits, who were baptized Digi(tal) and Ana(log) with respect to my two favorite subjects. They were the cutest pets I had. If Toto favored mama, these two favored me. At night they could climb on to my lap and fall asleep or they would sneak into ma-pa's room and doze just below the a/c. Spoilt brats they were--they had to sit on the couch,they hated bathing and I remember they used to spit the water right at my face. Yuck. And they nibbled at anything and everything...they were finally caged after we had to get a new keyboard, slippers, mouse scanner and modem cords. Since they ate a lot, well--they acted like two shit generating machines too, until ma got frustrated and tied little nappies around them. What a damn funny scene that was!! But one day, they died. I wont elucidate on how, but it was a bad heat-stroke. As I mentioned, animals have far more understanding than we think them to be capable of. Our usually playful G sat gloomy and refused food until the next day. And so did I. I really hope there is a heaven for rabbits with all the things they would want to nibble and an a/c and a lap to sleep in. Also the baby rabbits, that Ana was pregnant with....
Friday, June 18, 2010
ODE TO BOND---
Preface: This was written on 07/10/08 in the elec community, orkut. And this isnt about James Bond, but his alter-ego in our coll, our nemesis...now you know I guess ;). Till now only my elec friends were aware of it, but I'm sharing it with everyone today. Also, I suggest that you do not read it until you know our Mr. Bond well enough.......
With his MOONRAKER subject
He is the perfect DR. NO,
Who always wants mo'
Coz for him,
Even THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH
(Atleast the college isnt)
Oh! He has such a proud puff,
For he has a godfather-
FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE,
(U know what I mean,
Too far obvious it has been!)
His labs a THUNDERBALL
Where those merciless questions fall,
No answer, or one with no sense,
And you get a death sentence..
YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE
When its not his class & when you dont cheat,
Else you are like dead mice...
Seems to be on HER MEJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE,
N carries forth The majesty's (read BPUT)
Own anti-student warfare...
His questions paper exclusively
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY,
With A VIEW TO KILL....
His proximity can scare
THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of anyone
Even of those for whom fear is rare,
For he possesses A LICENCE TO KILL,
So runs the gossip-mill
He has a GOLDENEYE,
That spots all who cheat,
No what, No why,
Just a straight DC--ah! So neat,
So hail THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN GUN
(Fool! Its a pun
for the DC,
Cant you see??)
For him, TOMORROW NEVER DIES,
A new prospect of torture every new day,
Coz his motto is LIVE AND LET DIE,
But in vain!!
For our motto is,
NEVER SAY NEVER AGAIN!!
So as they say,
DIE ANOTHER DAY...
And so with him around,
Forget all about A QUANTUM OF SOLACE
With as much hair as CRAIG,
Age of CONNERY,
Pretensions like that of BROSNAN,
(But a flop like NIVEN)
Dont ask where and when,
But all girls JINX him,
And when he woos,
(A girl obviously, no matter whose)
The results are more dangerous than-
Even a peg of methylated booze,
For instance,
Even stupid MIRANDA FROST him,
So he still has to search,
A TRACY BOND,
Who'll marry him; atleast before-
Drowning him in a pond....
Till then GOODNIGHT,
Until MAYDAY!!
P.S.-
4 dose who r little less bondy than me, the last para has the names of bond actors n bond girls, while d rest b4 it are bond movies released till date
With his MOONRAKER subject
He is the perfect DR. NO,
Who always wants mo'
Coz for him,
Even THE WORLD IS NOT ENOUGH
(Atleast the college isnt)
Oh! He has such a proud puff,
For he has a godfather-
FROM RUSSIA WITH LOVE,
(U know what I mean,
Too far obvious it has been!)
His labs a THUNDERBALL
Where those merciless questions fall,
No answer, or one with no sense,
And you get a death sentence..
YOU ONLY LIVE TWICE
When its not his class & when you dont cheat,
Else you are like dead mice...
Seems to be on HER MEJESTY'S SECRET SERVICE,
N carries forth The majesty's (read BPUT)
Own anti-student warfare...
His questions paper exclusively
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY,
With A VIEW TO KILL....
His proximity can scare
THE LIVING DAYLIGHTS out of anyone
Even of those for whom fear is rare,
For he possesses A LICENCE TO KILL,
So runs the gossip-mill
He has a GOLDENEYE,
That spots all who cheat,
No what, No why,
Just a straight DC--ah! So neat,
So hail THE MAN WITH THE GOLDEN GUN
(Fool! Its a pun
for the DC,
Cant you see??)
For him, TOMORROW NEVER DIES,
A new prospect of torture every new day,
Coz his motto is LIVE AND LET DIE,
But in vain!!
For our motto is,
NEVER SAY NEVER AGAIN!!
So as they say,
DIE ANOTHER DAY...
And so with him around,
Forget all about A QUANTUM OF SOLACE
With as much hair as CRAIG,
Age of CONNERY,
Pretensions like that of BROSNAN,
(But a flop like NIVEN)
Dont ask where and when,
But all girls JINX him,
And when he woos,
(A girl obviously, no matter whose)
The results are more dangerous than-
Even a peg of methylated booze,
For instance,
Even stupid MIRANDA FROST him,
So he still has to search,
A TRACY BOND,
Who'll marry him; atleast before-
Drowning him in a pond....
Till then GOODNIGHT,
Until MAYDAY!!
P.S.-
4 dose who r little less bondy than me, the last para has the names of bond actors n bond girls, while d rest b4 it are bond movies released till date
Waka Waka Woof Woof---Just another day at work...for everyone!!
(T)
Football is pretty addictive.It didn't spare us either.This morning, again, Papa, me and our pet dog, G had a nice round of football (albeit with a tennis-ball, but yeah-whatever!). Well, honestly, what papa and I was playing seemed more like it, but G had his own signature style that he desperately demonstrated. Prob was, we normal bipeds did not quite warm up to the idea of transforming into quadrupeds, then run about crazy with the ball in our mouths, Zidane-ing everyone else.
The part of the town I live in is peaceful and pretty much the same, since- at least since papa was a kid. There are no malls, supermarkets; even if there would have been , I'm sure few would have given a hoot about it. People would have stuck to the little crammed homely shops. I went out yesterday. Papa was purchasing some stuff and I was perched on his bike, watching people cross the thin lane.
The shop opposite was one of those shops that make you wonder how they even, so as to say-"make their ends meet". This one was small, just enough for one person to sit in. It was of blue wood with a pay-phone hanging in front, jars with cheap cookies and insignificant this and that I was sure no-one would ever waste money on. The shop owner, say Mr. X had a nice calm poise, his eyes were closed and was totally engrossed as he sang along with a melodious oriya song on his radio. I couldn't catch the lyrics but I thought then it sounded a lot like an oriya version of Rabindra Sangeet. As before, i started wondering how he even afforded his dinner. At that moment, I got my answer. his eyes still shut, his body swaying with the music, his tawny thin hand reached up to one of his jars and I watched in mild surprise as he nibbled down his own cookies.
Back home, mama tsked at the incident "what loss to have to eat what you intend to sell".
Either that or he eats a couple of cookies then goes home and says to his wife "I am not hungry" and so saves on a meal. Thinking about that kind peaceful brown old face, I know which it would be
Football is pretty addictive.It didn't spare us either.This morning, again, Papa, me and our pet dog, G had a nice round of football (albeit with a tennis-ball, but yeah-whatever!). Well, honestly, what papa and I was playing seemed more like it, but G had his own signature style that he desperately demonstrated. Prob was, we normal bipeds did not quite warm up to the idea of transforming into quadrupeds, then run about crazy with the ball in our mouths, Zidane-ing everyone else.
The part of the town I live in is peaceful and pretty much the same, since- at least since papa was a kid. There are no malls, supermarkets; even if there would have been , I'm sure few would have given a hoot about it. People would have stuck to the little crammed homely shops. I went out yesterday. Papa was purchasing some stuff and I was perched on his bike, watching people cross the thin lane.
The shop opposite was one of those shops that make you wonder how they even, so as to say-"make their ends meet". This one was small, just enough for one person to sit in. It was of blue wood with a pay-phone hanging in front, jars with cheap cookies and insignificant this and that I was sure no-one would ever waste money on. The shop owner, say Mr. X had a nice calm poise, his eyes were closed and was totally engrossed as he sang along with a melodious oriya song on his radio. I couldn't catch the lyrics but I thought then it sounded a lot like an oriya version of Rabindra Sangeet. As before, i started wondering how he even afforded his dinner. At that moment, I got my answer. his eyes still shut, his body swaying with the music, his tawny thin hand reached up to one of his jars and I watched in mild surprise as he nibbled down his own cookies.
Back home, mama tsked at the incident "what loss to have to eat what you intend to sell".
Either that or he eats a couple of cookies then goes home and says to his wife "I am not hungry" and so saves on a meal. Thinking about that kind peaceful brown old face, I know which it would be
Thursday, June 17, 2010
You are an earhole--part 2
The part one of this true story got a nice comment from a reader, who thought about my (apparent) deafness and as he said, was so touched that he swore to keep away from his headphones. That's when I contemplated not writing the 2nd part. If it would help some-one, why not? But sorry M,had to,2 reasons: first,people might start sympathizing with me and second, turn themselves sore by shouting at me when they wanted to make conversation (and so might actually turn me deaf)
So what happened next was quite obvious.The headphones were blamed mercilessly and were shelved. I went to this nice pretty ear-doc (I say that because I never came about to learning the spelling of that term). She examined my ear and gave her verdict: something I realized was embarrassing enough to make it to the 2nd position of the world's-most-disgusting-disorders (according to me)--ear wax clog. Ewww!! Mama said she would disown me if she could (she was joking of course). What the hell- I would disown my ears if I could (and I'm NOT joking, of course!). They were the instrument of my public embarrassment, its still a joke in the family! Anyways had it cleaned of all the ear-poop and so got back my normal auditory receptions.
Back home, as I wiped the dust off my player and plugged back the headphones, I said casually to papa, with a smug smile: "Anyhow you see this and that as related?".
"Sure", he said, "It was a self-protection mechanism of your ears to block out the terrible music you listen to and call rock".
Yes, you cant win an argument with parents. But since this story is over, I wonder why I chose this obviously-disgusting topic to write about (I asked A how was it, pat comes the reply : "yuck" :( ). But who cares? This is my blog n I'm a 4th year ;). Tc till next
So what happened next was quite obvious.The headphones were blamed mercilessly and were shelved. I went to this nice pretty ear-doc (I say that because I never came about to learning the spelling of that term). She examined my ear and gave her verdict: something I realized was embarrassing enough to make it to the 2nd position of the world's-most-disgusting-disorders (according to me)--ear wax clog. Ewww!! Mama said she would disown me if she could (she was joking of course). What the hell- I would disown my ears if I could (and I'm NOT joking, of course!). They were the instrument of my public embarrassment, its still a joke in the family! Anyways had it cleaned of all the ear-poop and so got back my normal auditory receptions.
Back home, as I wiped the dust off my player and plugged back the headphones, I said casually to papa, with a smug smile: "Anyhow you see this and that as related?".
"Sure", he said, "It was a self-protection mechanism of your ears to block out the terrible music you listen to and call rock".
Yes, you cant win an argument with parents. But since this story is over, I wonder why I chose this obviously-disgusting topic to write about (I asked A how was it, pat comes the reply : "yuck" :( ). But who cares? This is my blog n I'm a 4th year ;). Tc till next
You are an earhole--part 1
Wow,technology...what next? Everything's moving so fast...even those little round sound-boxes....the headphones...
My first encounter with them was when papa got his radio.Then my phone had them, the same small round flat porous button like things with stalks at the other end. It progressed to my mp3 player's newly and strangely styled bullet-shape- half hard-plastic, the other half some soft-rubber that went into my ear....so deep as if they were made to bypass the ear-canal and inject the music directly into my eardrums. I squirmed at first but eventually got used to them.
I thought they would be cool but turned out embarrassing instead. They scooped out so much ear-wax that mama wouldnt let me touch my mp3 again until I had cleaned my ear and the earphones as well. That was when I reached a conclusion: ears were as disgusting as a certain other hole...they secreted icky brown stuff too and well...nah! No more..I wouldnt want to keep off girls. but anyway, since I have pointed this out maybe it will catch on; and after my vacs at my next fight with P, she might swear at me : "Mar ja, ear-hole"
Back to the story. So one day, somehow, my right ear stopped working. All blank. When someone on my right side spoke, I had to get up, turn 180 degrees and had to beg to repeat. the deafness earned me a nice scolding from papa and mama at a decibel enough to deafen the other one. I contemplated this as a tempting option....maybe my parents would feel sorry for the scolding, maybe I would finally be able to skip that boring friend's chatter, maybe I would then not get scolded in class for not paying attention, maybe...maybe...so many nice maybes....then it striked...maybe my best friend would say bad about me in front of me and I wouldn't be able to know, maybe Enrique would release his next album that would top the charts and I wouldn't have a clue.....noooooo....that was when I started crying. U don't realize the importance of something until you lose it. I had lost my hearing capability and now I knew what my ear meant to me. Shit
My first encounter with them was when papa got his radio.Then my phone had them, the same small round flat porous button like things with stalks at the other end. It progressed to my mp3 player's newly and strangely styled bullet-shape- half hard-plastic, the other half some soft-rubber that went into my ear....so deep as if they were made to bypass the ear-canal and inject the music directly into my eardrums. I squirmed at first but eventually got used to them.
I thought they would be cool but turned out embarrassing instead. They scooped out so much ear-wax that mama wouldnt let me touch my mp3 again until I had cleaned my ear and the earphones as well. That was when I reached a conclusion: ears were as disgusting as a certain other hole...they secreted icky brown stuff too and well...nah! No more..I wouldnt want to keep off girls. but anyway, since I have pointed this out maybe it will catch on; and after my vacs at my next fight with P, she might swear at me : "Mar ja, ear-hole"
Back to the story. So one day, somehow, my right ear stopped working. All blank. When someone on my right side spoke, I had to get up, turn 180 degrees and had to beg to repeat. the deafness earned me a nice scolding from papa and mama at a decibel enough to deafen the other one. I contemplated this as a tempting option....maybe my parents would feel sorry for the scolding, maybe I would finally be able to skip that boring friend's chatter, maybe I would then not get scolded in class for not paying attention, maybe...maybe...so many nice maybes....then it striked...maybe my best friend would say bad about me in front of me and I wouldn't be able to know, maybe Enrique would release his next album that would top the charts and I wouldn't have a clue.....noooooo....that was when I started crying. U don't realize the importance of something until you lose it. I had lost my hearing capability and now I knew what my ear meant to me. Shit
Hello
Well,first things first....why am I blogging, people would ask.If not anyone,mama certainly would.Honestly,I wanted to be a writer, since long back.....I wrote a lot until I ended up in engineering and electrical screwed up my mind so much that all of the stories were in danger of ending up like love story 2050....and it became obvious there would be no Harper Collins or Penguin or whatever for me
So instead of fading into oblivion, I decided to blog- well, there would at least be a handful of poor blessed friends I could force to read my blog (:P).
What I will write here will mostly be true, until it is one of my stupid stories/poems. I'll indicate that at the beginning as true/fictional. Also, I have a simple request I'd like to stick to--"do not try to know more than I would tell you". So no questions/nagging about who or why or what, please. But comments are welcome
p.s-Real persons shall be addressed by either their initials or any combination of alphabets that I'll choose.
tc :)
So instead of fading into oblivion, I decided to blog- well, there would at least be a handful of poor blessed friends I could force to read my blog (:P).
What I will write here will mostly be true, until it is one of my stupid stories/poems. I'll indicate that at the beginning as true/fictional. Also, I have a simple request I'd like to stick to--"do not try to know more than I would tell you". So no questions/nagging about who or why or what, please. But comments are welcome
p.s-Real persons shall be addressed by either their initials or any combination of alphabets that I'll choose.
tc :)
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