Have you ever heard of a proposition where you pay money and get yourself tortured in return...?? well not in all cases but in most cases....
If you havent, then welcome to the girl's world of beauty salons....now even the man's...
As a teenager I used to going to the salon like plague. My mum was tired of goading me to make a trip....No way....
Apart from the once-in-a- while haircuts, I refused to go to the salon. But such are nature s ways that I did have to start making those trips once in a while....
Sometimes I wonder, what sort of a genius must have been the person(s) who started this whole concept of salons.....In the same breath I also think it must have been one grave accident which gave the person this bright spark of idea.....
coming to think of it how else can one explain the whole grand idea of pouring hot wax on oneself and ripping it off with plastic...!!!!!!!!
Men....you complain about removing bandaids from hand....Imagine this....
Shouldnt we also blame the evolution of thinking which left people thinking that body hair on men is macho while on women it is disgusting!!!!!!!!
Going to think of it, its just the human mind which is the basis of everything.....
economy is based on the human wants and behaviour, supported by cognitive psychology which believes that there aint no such as the environment...its all in the head....
okie enough digression.....back to hot wax.....
if that isnt painful enough you can choose to have a thread rolled over your face, like ants biting at a continous rate....Then you can also try to get your nose stabbed with a thin steel rod, have ammonia smelling bleach applied all over your face, a contraption running over your face trying to remove those harmless but ugly worts. If all this is not enough you can go down the path of paying through your nose to have a chemical applied all over your hair which would make your hair(or rather whatever hair is left after the chemical has been washed off) straight......
My friend went in for this process and had tears in her eyes when she was promptly handed over a huge clump of hair to save for posterity...Now her hair looks like a 80's film stars hair do(the one where they used buns for the heightened look)....
Another friend of mine was called in for a complimentary change of hair color programme and they turned her hair blonde..... Ashwathi monroe....what a personality....!!!!!
But of course not all of it is bad, the pedicures can create miracles to ones feet...They can convert cracked feet looking like a topography map of africa to a aerial view of the pyrenees......Also the hair washes can be relaxing , but i can do all those myself....!!!!!!
Adding to all this , it comes with the additional benefit of highly trained/skilled personnel who can make you look excited for weeks to come with just one wrong move of a thread over your eye brows.
They also offer microdermaabrasions(God save my skin), skin polishing etc etc.....
Dandruff trouble??? not to worry.....they will run a contraption that will give slight shocks if your hair is oily or too frizzy and also kill the dandruff......
Everytime I get my upperlips waxed i ask the gal.."is there no way i can do away with this forever?" for am not lucky like a few good souls have no trace of hair on face, hands and legs.....
Maybe i should just get myself laser-ed....i would have ...if only i could afford it.....Rs 10,000 can get you hair free hands thanks to laser.... Rs1500*3 sittings for upperlip....
all the hair is gone...FOREVER!!!!
If all this aint enough for you, salons also offer to pierce body parts.... how interesting is that.....
Earlier we could afford to wear just normal clothes to salons. Now,the lady who waxes my hand wears better clothes than i do.....
And everytime my hairdresser cuts my hair he goes "tch...tch....dandruff".
....hello am just human!!!!!!!!!! let us see your hair for split ends, greys....how nice would that be.....
so added to the pain I also get humiliated.....
But as Dylan said The times they are a changing(wrong situation but nevertheless love quoting Dylan) Now i cant stop fussing over the lenght of my eye brows, the right shape, the curves etc etc....
And at the end of a session when i am left a few hundred notes dearer, I look at myself.....devoid of body hair, a body piercing, silky smooth hair....a glance to the mirror i reassure myself--money well spent
....it is all worth it for that one second of satisfaction you get when you look at yourself....
As a friend said....."tough being us" ...isnt it...???
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Thursday, March 23, 2006
bid farewell to a magical city...and some magical times
I was sitting in my desk...listening to Josh Groban's version of Starry starry nights..... writing my strategy assignment.....
I suddenly felt a lump in my throat......tears trickled down ....dropped heavy on the mintzberg classic that i was holding........
end of some magical times here at tiss, i thought to myself....
I am running away home today with no time to even realise...it s all over.....
my tears rolled down steady.....i chose to let them.....i chose to let that feeling sink in....
i chose to drown myself in that one moment of undescribable emotion......
the people i met, the good times i shared, the not so happy times flashed past.....i felt like some movie where all this was running in slow motion in the back ground......
i felt myself sink deeper into that quirky feeling.....
I got to know myself.....spent time with myself..... here in this place.....
and here i was leaving this place which was my home for close to two years.....
I met some magical people in the course of these 2 years.....some i lost.......
and yet another cliched line of how am going to carry a piece of everything experienced these two years with me....wherever i go.....
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey'
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
GOODBYE MUMBAI....good bye tiss....
bye to all the lovely times....
I suddenly felt a lump in my throat......tears trickled down ....dropped heavy on the mintzberg classic that i was holding........
end of some magical times here at tiss, i thought to myself....
I am running away home today with no time to even realise...it s all over.....
my tears rolled down steady.....i chose to let them.....i chose to let that feeling sink in....
i chose to drown myself in that one moment of undescribable emotion......
the people i met, the good times i shared, the not so happy times flashed past.....i felt like some movie where all this was running in slow motion in the back ground......
i felt myself sink deeper into that quirky feeling.....
I got to know myself.....spent time with myself..... here in this place.....
and here i was leaving this place which was my home for close to two years.....
I met some magical people in the course of these 2 years.....some i lost.......
and yet another cliched line of how am going to carry a piece of everything experienced these two years with me....wherever i go.....
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and grey'
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land
GOODBYE MUMBAI....good bye tiss....
bye to all the lovely times....
Saturday, March 11, 2006
Indian Idol!
Have been in Mumbai for the past two years. In this time span I have had a variety of experiences....ranging from falling off running trains in Bandra station to wading through knee deep water to witnessing gigantic human pyramids.......
But I never even thought i would be party to an event which defines Mumbai- the tinsel town....
ya thats right- a tv show shoot!!!!
I have seen shootings before in Mumbai, just one of those passing by shoots which happened to happen in front of my fieldwork office, which happened to have naseeruddin shah, who happened to look delicious in his salt and pepper+ and cargo pants look. I am digressing from the main topic or rather getting distracted;)!
SCENE 1:
Well, this was, i should say freak of an incident. I had already made plans of watching syriana with a friend when my cousin priya(who is as crazy is as me) called up and asked me
" hey akki....where the hell are you??(thatz the eternal question all my local guardians ask me the minute they pick up the phone)
after all the niceties etc, priya asked me if I wanted to accompany her to see the shooting of Indian idol. She had a couple of passes for the shooting(thanks to some phone in radio show) and wanted to know if i was game,.........
hmmmmm indian idol vs. Syriana
One was a show which i hardly followed, while the other one was a political thriller, a movie i had been waiting for, and well, had george clooney in it...do i need any other reason to even think twice.....Syriana I thought....
Suddenly there was a thought triggerred in my brain. "I am going to be in Mumbai for hardly another 10-15 days,...and where the hell am i going to see a shooting again???"
so making a mental note to say sorry to clooney and then to sushant with whom i was supposed to watch the movie with, I agreed to go with priya!!!!!!!
We agreed to meet outside pheonix mills the next day.
SCENE 2:
Me outside phoenix mi(a)lls:.....had missed breakfast, had caught the bus just in time to reach the mall...was famished.....
Priya,the loving gal that she is,had packed aloo parathas for me(wah.....made another mental note to be as nice as she is when i become a mum)! We found out way to kamala studio and said "phew, here we are at last...now some entertainment"!
We joined the bee line to get in.....I was pretty surprised that the whole set up was pretty well organized. We were taken into another waiting area. There was water passed around for all of us. We waited for an hour before they opened the door. But in this one hour, it was pretty good fun to observe people.
The first thing that i noticed was : I and priya were blushing!!!
the second thing that i noticed was : everyone who walked in after us was also blushing....
third thing: there were people who were as vela(vetti, job-less) as I and priya were !!!!
think they were also shooting virgins;)!
Both of us were startled to know that they even served lunch for all of us: roti, dal, sabji and rice and it tasted pretty good too(i just tasted a morsel from priya's plate)
After about 45 minutes, they let the extras in...these are the guys who get paid for being in the audience!!! what a nice way to earn some pocket money huh!!!
finally after almost 1.5 hours they let us into the main shooting area. God, decently dressed uncles and aunties surprised us by rushing to get the centre seats!!!! I also met a lady (who i think does no work apart from visiting shootings) who knew how everything worked. She had come in with her sons(who also dont go to school and accompany their mother everywhere;)!) and a neighbour(i assume;))!
She said that for a half hour serial with dialogues it takes four hours to shoot...when i heard that i started regretting my decision!!!!
Me and priya got a decent view from were we were.....We were passed on some placards and photographs of participants. Both of us completely avoided that and even coaxed people sitting next to us to not get it so that the camera does not loom anywhere near us.
One of the organizers went on stage and asked audience to hold up its placards for each participant and cheer and this was recorded......
After all the tamasha....the hosts mini mathur and aman varma walked in with the least of fanfare...
Then came the judges-- anu malik, sonu nigam and farah khan and special judge Dia Mirza...
Being the cynics that both of us are ...we were quite sure that the whole show was rigged. But were pleasantly surprised to know that the whole thing was almost seamless except for a few breaks.....
The participants were mediocre except for one guy, who was too good!!!
To our delight/discomfort, this was a special show where all the participants sang two songs...
The crowd was divided into halves: the ones who were sitting behind the judges and the ones in front of the judges....
the ones in front of the judges did all the hard work....they had to stand up everytime the singers came near by. Sit at the cue of the directors, have fun when the directors asked them to........
I bet if anu was there she would have dragged me to the front area!!!!
Before the show started I asked Priya..." priya I want these boards which say applause....silence, awwwwwwwwwwww.... for me to emote"!!!! priya just silently pointed to an electronic board nearby which blinked applause every time we had to behave like the audience!!!!
I mean just applause???.....just plain calpping of hands???,......is that all that was required of me????!
anyways....the show got over pretty quick, but they had forgotten to shoot Dia Mirza's entry scene....and this being the holi episode, there was the chewed and flogged to death idea of men with dhols to accompany dia's grand entry. Just when i thought that, the dhols went off and the men started dancing with such amazing grace, i couldnt help but sympathize why the directors fall prey to this idea time and again!!!!
There were some technical snags and the shoot was getting delayed. Audience started getting impatient and there was this husband and wife who started shouting at the organizers. I had been noticing them. They had come with friends of theirs(couples again)...
Suddenly this lady got angry and dragged her husband till the exit point and started fighting with the organizers.....she reasoned that she had a kid and so did the other woman and she was getting worried about the kids and the husband said that "Mera kudh ka dhandha hai...Indian idol mera kaam nahin hai...aapne bola 3:30 aur ab che bajh gaye hain...hamey jaana hai!!"......
I found it extremely funny. here was this guy who had left his Dhandha to come and watch a stupid shooting of Indian idol with his friends and didnt have a problem till the minute the show was officially over and he couldnt wait because his kid was waiting...???! the shoot was already delayed by almost 3 hours (although we were not told any timing, we just assumed 12-3) and suddenly he realised his kid was alone????????!!!!!!
and the uncle in question a few paragraphs back, was suddenly impatient to go home....and started enquiring" all the judges have gone....all the participants have gone...why should i stay back?"....I thought to myself "you fool....at 12... when none of the judges were there....none of the participants had arrived why did you arrive "
The crew members were really nice and thanked the audience....Me and priya found our way out. abandoned our shopping plans and just decided to go home......
When we got back home, priya and me had dinner and she dozed off immediately on the couch. On being questioned by uncle(priya's dad) i said " oh uncle, me and priya are very tired" and he looked at me quizzically and said" what did you guys do...just sit and watch right???"!!!!!!!
Well that brought us to the end of an interesting day, I did one other thing that was not in my list of things to do before i left mumbai...(btw i have progressed quite a distance in that list)!!!!
Will miss my arbit life in Mumbai!
Good night and Goodluck!!!!!!!
Btw the show happens on sony Tv on monday evening at 9:00 plz...watch...and vote for K-A-R-U-N-Y-A to 2525.....
AND YA WHEN YOU HEAR THOSE CLAPS, YOU KNOW WHO WAS THERE DOING SUCH AN AWESOME JOB!!!!!!!!!!!
But I never even thought i would be party to an event which defines Mumbai- the tinsel town....
ya thats right- a tv show shoot!!!!
I have seen shootings before in Mumbai, just one of those passing by shoots which happened to happen in front of my fieldwork office, which happened to have naseeruddin shah, who happened to look delicious in his salt and pepper+ and cargo pants look. I am digressing from the main topic or rather getting distracted;)!
SCENE 1:
Well, this was, i should say freak of an incident. I had already made plans of watching syriana with a friend when my cousin priya(who is as crazy is as me) called up and asked me
" hey akki....where the hell are you??(thatz the eternal question all my local guardians ask me the minute they pick up the phone)
after all the niceties etc, priya asked me if I wanted to accompany her to see the shooting of Indian idol. She had a couple of passes for the shooting(thanks to some phone in radio show) and wanted to know if i was game,.........
hmmmmm indian idol vs. Syriana
One was a show which i hardly followed, while the other one was a political thriller, a movie i had been waiting for, and well, had george clooney in it...do i need any other reason to even think twice.....Syriana I thought....
Suddenly there was a thought triggerred in my brain. "I am going to be in Mumbai for hardly another 10-15 days,...and where the hell am i going to see a shooting again???"
so making a mental note to say sorry to clooney and then to sushant with whom i was supposed to watch the movie with, I agreed to go with priya!!!!!!!
We agreed to meet outside pheonix mills the next day.
SCENE 2:
Me outside phoenix mi(a)lls:.....had missed breakfast, had caught the bus just in time to reach the mall...was famished.....
Priya,the loving gal that she is,had packed aloo parathas for me(wah.....made another mental note to be as nice as she is when i become a mum)! We found out way to kamala studio and said "phew, here we are at last...now some entertainment"!
We joined the bee line to get in.....I was pretty surprised that the whole set up was pretty well organized. We were taken into another waiting area. There was water passed around for all of us. We waited for an hour before they opened the door. But in this one hour, it was pretty good fun to observe people.
The first thing that i noticed was : I and priya were blushing!!!
the second thing that i noticed was : everyone who walked in after us was also blushing....
third thing: there were people who were as vela(vetti, job-less) as I and priya were !!!!
think they were also shooting virgins;)!
Both of us were startled to know that they even served lunch for all of us: roti, dal, sabji and rice and it tasted pretty good too(i just tasted a morsel from priya's plate)
After about 45 minutes, they let the extras in...these are the guys who get paid for being in the audience!!! what a nice way to earn some pocket money huh!!!
finally after almost 1.5 hours they let us into the main shooting area. God, decently dressed uncles and aunties surprised us by rushing to get the centre seats!!!! I also met a lady (who i think does no work apart from visiting shootings) who knew how everything worked. She had come in with her sons(who also dont go to school and accompany their mother everywhere;)!) and a neighbour(i assume;))!
She said that for a half hour serial with dialogues it takes four hours to shoot...when i heard that i started regretting my decision!!!!
Me and priya got a decent view from were we were.....We were passed on some placards and photographs of participants. Both of us completely avoided that and even coaxed people sitting next to us to not get it so that the camera does not loom anywhere near us.
One of the organizers went on stage and asked audience to hold up its placards for each participant and cheer and this was recorded......
After all the tamasha....the hosts mini mathur and aman varma walked in with the least of fanfare...
Then came the judges-- anu malik, sonu nigam and farah khan and special judge Dia Mirza...
Being the cynics that both of us are ...we were quite sure that the whole show was rigged. But were pleasantly surprised to know that the whole thing was almost seamless except for a few breaks.....
The participants were mediocre except for one guy, who was too good!!!
To our delight/discomfort, this was a special show where all the participants sang two songs...
The crowd was divided into halves: the ones who were sitting behind the judges and the ones in front of the judges....
the ones in front of the judges did all the hard work....they had to stand up everytime the singers came near by. Sit at the cue of the directors, have fun when the directors asked them to........
I bet if anu was there she would have dragged me to the front area!!!!
Before the show started I asked Priya..." priya I want these boards which say applause....silence, awwwwwwwwwwww.... for me to emote"!!!! priya just silently pointed to an electronic board nearby which blinked applause every time we had to behave like the audience!!!!
I mean just applause???.....just plain calpping of hands???,......is that all that was required of me????!
anyways....the show got over pretty quick, but they had forgotten to shoot Dia Mirza's entry scene....and this being the holi episode, there was the chewed and flogged to death idea of men with dhols to accompany dia's grand entry. Just when i thought that, the dhols went off and the men started dancing with such amazing grace, i couldnt help but sympathize why the directors fall prey to this idea time and again!!!!
There were some technical snags and the shoot was getting delayed. Audience started getting impatient and there was this husband and wife who started shouting at the organizers. I had been noticing them. They had come with friends of theirs(couples again)...
Suddenly this lady got angry and dragged her husband till the exit point and started fighting with the organizers.....she reasoned that she had a kid and so did the other woman and she was getting worried about the kids and the husband said that "Mera kudh ka dhandha hai...Indian idol mera kaam nahin hai...aapne bola 3:30 aur ab che bajh gaye hain...hamey jaana hai!!"......
I found it extremely funny. here was this guy who had left his Dhandha to come and watch a stupid shooting of Indian idol with his friends and didnt have a problem till the minute the show was officially over and he couldnt wait because his kid was waiting...???! the shoot was already delayed by almost 3 hours (although we were not told any timing, we just assumed 12-3) and suddenly he realised his kid was alone????????!!!!!!
and the uncle in question a few paragraphs back, was suddenly impatient to go home....and started enquiring" all the judges have gone....all the participants have gone...why should i stay back?"....I thought to myself "you fool....at 12... when none of the judges were there....none of the participants had arrived why did you arrive "
The crew members were really nice and thanked the audience....Me and priya found our way out. abandoned our shopping plans and just decided to go home......
When we got back home, priya and me had dinner and she dozed off immediately on the couch. On being questioned by uncle(priya's dad) i said " oh uncle, me and priya are very tired" and he looked at me quizzically and said" what did you guys do...just sit and watch right???"!!!!!!!
Well that brought us to the end of an interesting day, I did one other thing that was not in my list of things to do before i left mumbai...(btw i have progressed quite a distance in that list)!!!!
Will miss my arbit life in Mumbai!
Good night and Goodluck!!!!!!!
Btw the show happens on sony Tv on monday evening at 9:00 plz...watch...and vote for K-A-R-U-N-Y-A to 2525.....
AND YA WHEN YOU HEAR THOSE CLAPS, YOU KNOW WHO WAS THERE DOING SUCH AN AWESOME JOB!!!!!!!!!!!
had to post this one
Was in the process downloading a Joan Baez mp3 when i stumbled upon this error message:
kinda found it weird!!
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NOFRA: NAVAL OFFICERS RESIDENCE AREA.....
kinda found it weird!!
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Tuesday, February 28, 2006
one of those days
Its one of those days
when I completely hate the human race
when i completely hate the human race an ounce more than my last statement......
when I am not trying to do a oh-so-cute blog coz i just dont feel like it....
Dont you think the human beings are weird....Sometimes you cant do without them and sometimes you just dont want to be anywhere near them......
one of those days when my creative juices aint flowing thanx to the rotten human being(s)
One of those days i feel obstinate....
one of those days when i blog when i have a research thesis submission the next day....
one of those days when two people in a row thought i was trying to be funny with my blog( last straw that broke my heart)
one of those days when i am searching for music to soothe my brain and cant find anything that sounds just rite...........
one of those days when you feel the whole world has ganged up against you
one of those days when you feel that paulo coelho kinda thing...the whole universe conspiring against you.....thats rite conspiring against me......
one of those days which you think should pass soon and good things happen to you immediately.....
one of those days when i crib too much......
I think Rudyard kipling must have felt like this when he wrote :
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you.......
with(out) his permission i change it to
If only neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
when I completely hate the human race
when i completely hate the human race an ounce more than my last statement......
when I am not trying to do a oh-so-cute blog coz i just dont feel like it....
Dont you think the human beings are weird....Sometimes you cant do without them and sometimes you just dont want to be anywhere near them......
one of those days when my creative juices aint flowing thanx to the rotten human being(s)
One of those days i feel obstinate....
one of those days when i blog when i have a research thesis submission the next day....
one of those days when two people in a row thought i was trying to be funny with my blog( last straw that broke my heart)
one of those days when i am searching for music to soothe my brain and cant find anything that sounds just rite...........
one of those days when you feel the whole world has ganged up against you
one of those days when you feel that paulo coelho kinda thing...the whole universe conspiring against you.....thats rite conspiring against me......
one of those days which you think should pass soon and good things happen to you immediately.....
one of those days when i crib too much......
I think Rudyard kipling must have felt like this when he wrote :
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you.......
with(out) his permission i change it to
If only neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you
Friday, February 24, 2006
things 2 do b4 i leave Mumbai!
Things to do before I leave Mumbai……
Pack my books and send them home….(how uninteresting)
Shop for down rightly cheap skirts and tops
Do a night out in marine drive
Do another night out at band stand
Do yet another night out in town area
Get someone to buy me breakfast at taj lands end…(koachie…….)
Do every Sunday morning breakfast at le café….(hmmm all the muffins, toast…yummmm juice)
Eat as much pani puri as I can…(oh ya jhama sweets too and drink dubey dughdalaya buttermilk…!!!!)
Make noise in the hostel in the no noise time….
Jam sessions with sanju, shiva to irritate every1….
Night time chai….no sutta !!
Tell my hostel warden that hostel meetings are the biggest waste of time on earth…
Go to my local guardians house and tell them am alive and kicking and leaving
Keep up my promise of going to cravings in ghatkopar
Say no to a eunuch when he/she asks me money….(am shit scared of them)
Get back to reading the books I have left half way( gerald durrel is funny…)
Get up everyday at 6:30 ….not going to waste my last few days in mumbai sleeping….
Irritate all my social work friends by doing all this!!!!
Pack my books and send them home….(how uninteresting)
Shop for down rightly cheap skirts and tops
Do a night out in marine drive
Do another night out at band stand
Do yet another night out in town area
Get someone to buy me breakfast at taj lands end…(koachie…….)
Do every Sunday morning breakfast at le café….(hmmm all the muffins, toast…yummmm juice)
Eat as much pani puri as I can…(oh ya jhama sweets too and drink dubey dughdalaya buttermilk…!!!!)
Make noise in the hostel in the no noise time….
Jam sessions with sanju, shiva to irritate every1….
Night time chai….no sutta !!
Tell my hostel warden that hostel meetings are the biggest waste of time on earth…
Go to my local guardians house and tell them am alive and kicking and leaving
Keep up my promise of going to cravings in ghatkopar
Say no to a eunuch when he/she asks me money….(am shit scared of them)
Get back to reading the books I have left half way( gerald durrel is funny…)
Get up everyday at 6:30 ….not going to waste my last few days in mumbai sleeping….
Irritate all my social work friends by doing all this!!!!
go goa!
Been wanting to write this for a long time... dint shape up too well...!!! but herez to our goa trip! Go GOA!!!!!!!!!!will upload the pics with the blog sometime soon.....
GO GOA:
It was a lazy Sunday morning when Anu and me were taking a walk to the shop peeche.
All of a sudden anu started budgeting for our forever-in-the-pipeline Goa trip. The beaches, sand, the paragliding…all the fun…..how many times me and anu had had this conversation. I was sick. We needed to do something. We decided to just go. We went to the girls hostel only to be greeted by maddy. I said “ want to go to goa?”. She was blown away…Goa..(In the typical maddy way) I think it didn’t strike her till we actually boarded the bus…!!!!
The next victim was Vini who threw a small tantrum saying she wanted to get her parents permission( hmmmmmm…..). Then anu sent an sms to adi(the charming guy of our class according to sarla rao) which went like” planning a trip to goa…plz say yes” and we got an equally smart reply---”yes”….how much we cheered. Adi joined us shortly reasoning that he wanted to come to Goa was because it was in his KRA s for the fourth sem. The next round of sms-es went to Vinay and gang. We roped in Sandy who tried to resist by giving reasons like research…but we got the better of her. So off we went to book tickets.
When we returned , Anu suddenly realized that the two day trip we had planned would be too short. But I had my Rem Mgmt ppt on Monday….devil and the deep sea…(quite literally…tissians would know what I meanJ) Finally we decided to just have max fun in 2 days at Goa. We counted days till 26th jan. We prepared like never before, dresses to wear, sunglasses, moisturizer, bags, money…the endless list….
But unfortunately vini had to drop out…we missed you vini….
So the jing bang of AKILA, ANU, MADDY, SANDY, DIVI, SANGHA, VINAY, HEMANT, ADI, ANIKET set out for GOA!
We waited eagerly…hmmmmm actually just whiled away our time till the day arrived;)!
Boarded the Volvo and reached panjim.
Anu naturally glided into the troop leader’s role thanks to her innumerable visits to Goa. While she went to get some bikes(yes we rode all over goa in bikes) me, maddy, sandy, divi, sangha waited for them in the bus stop. And of course we had the women’s man hemant to give us company. We picked up the bikes and off we went to Calangute. Did I mention we had no place in mind to stay…we just followed the road and our hearts….
Once in Calangute we luckily got a nice resort to stay in. We quickly changed into our beach wear;)(esp sandy). Sandy showcased a completely different side of her personality in Goa. Sandy is a very classy person who doesn’t indulge in juvenile acts(like many of us) and dresses to the same taste. But that day sandy turned pinky with her pink scarf and wait….best of all…..pink bangles….But she remained sexy as ever!!!! And she didn’t stop with that…she roped in maddy for her hunt for a sarong…so me and anu took the wise route…We ditched them!!!!!!!!
We found this really nice breakfast place….had brunch and set out for the calangute beach…..Now now where r the guys we suddenly thought…..they had taken the easy way out and gone to the beach on their own….(never mind !)
Had a rollicking time in the beach…hemant did his Baywatch moves in the water with his glasses and floaters on, anu refused to get out of the water except for once to have a breezer, sandy was too busy taking snaps, sangha gave anu company, divi in the water with her cap and full sleeve on lest she lose her hair and complexion!!! adi aniket vinay maddy played Frisbee and where was i…??! I was lost……lost in my thoughts, in knee deep water, thoroughly enjoying myself, shrieking like I had lost my marbles, having fun like no one else was watching…..went on the water scooter(refer previous entries;))!
It was around 2:30 we realized we had spent half a day doing almost nothing…so we decided to get back , get dressed and explore Goa….I couldn’t wait to get onto the ACTIVAS we had rented…so off we went….
We reached Baga and took a de tour to Vagator and by the time we reached the DCH fort , it was too late….so we ditched the attempt and went back to baga beach……
In baga I tasted my full fledged alcohol laced drink- breezer!!!:)) I know….i know…breezer aint alcohol, you need 16 breezers to get high….but whos bothered….
We went to brittos for dinner…..some awesome Italian food, stomachz full, hearts contented with the day we decided to head back…..
While the guys got up next morning and claimed to have gone jogging….we woke up just in time to make full use of our last day in Goa…we decided to head towards the DCH fort again….i was already scared….i hate anything that is even remotely inclined, slightly slippery but nevertheless……the ride was awesome….maddy and me were biking partners…adi tried to take as many pictures as possible with his mean biker look but he dint look remotely mean from any angle I looked at!!! Maddy and me got lost and when we got back on track we saw our very own angels adi and hemant waiting at the turn for us…..and the ingrates we were, we zoomed by waving a bye to them…..adi later remarked “ the gals looked so happy getting lost!!” reached the fort…a small trek and the fort was there in all its….ahem…..okie ….glory….
Well when I saw the shot of the fort in the movie Dil Chahta Hai… I was blown….actually am just exaggerating…It looked good…. But in real it wasn’t so gr8….we met these two guys who were selling cool drinks in the fort, overpriced cool drinks I should say….we took walks along the fort…I stayed on the ground while rest of them walked on the wall…..( I am such a coward….but blimey on a rickety wall for thrills…..no I’d rather stay on ground!!!!) saw some downright cheap guys who lived up to their reputation, reminded me of my KCT days( my engg college) ….Hemant and divi were on their own trip making portfolios of themselves by taking turns posing for the photographs…While the whole crowd opted to climb down the hill to the beach me and maddy chose to drive down….!!!! So we went back, picked up the vehicle to meet the crowd at vagator beach…..On the way maddy caught up some awesome breakfast at this place called the mango tree which had a huge flat screen and played movies every night!
While maddy ate her beans and toast I did a bit of shopping….haggled for a set of 5-6 hairbands…..was very pleased with the deal I got and caught with the gang at the beach….We ate some of the best food in a shack…..awesome French toast, pan cakes….juice….I think breakfast is the best meal of the day…hate lunch, hate dinner love breakfast though it was almost lunch time by the time we had food!!
The guys decided to take to the water again…frolicked…wrote my name on the sand….tasted prawn sandwich(just a bite)….
We then decided to get back to calangute beach….4 guess what?? Parasailing…..
Oh God I had been watching the junta parasailing the other day….it looked so good from far off but when I got near those gigantic things I was shit scared…..I am not afraid of heights…just inclined things make me go hay wire…..But I thought…IF NOT NOW…WHEN??! so 6 of us signed up….me and adi….sangha and hemant…..maddy and sandy…..sangha and hemant made purfffect landing…..and next was my turn……I was shocked when I saw the form I was signing….i paid 500 bucks and signed a form which said I knew swimming perfectly well and could save myself….!!!ya rite…..i cant walk straight let alone swim and save myself…..!! nevertheless…..
We got ourselves strapped and off we went………
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I think those moments in air single handedly takes the pride of place amongst my most cherished moments ever……me and adi just shut up….it’s strange….you cant hear a word... you are there……the sun on ur face…..the water below you…..I didn’t close my eyes lest I miss any moment…..and before you know its all over…and your back to the cacophony….but you can never forget that moment when you were with just yourself……up in the air…..
The beauty of physics strikes you when you are done with it…..junta plz do this…itz just awesome….
Headed back to panjim….tanned to the core….sun burnt…..but very happy…..
As usual we promised to do this once every year…in the back of our minds we all knew it might never happen……..
As I sat in the bus….i just thought…Its all over…..my days as a student….all the careless fun filled days….living off parents and brothers money……but this goa trip I let myself loose……my assignments took a back seat….research was forgotten….and I had done a lot of things that I would have never done otherwise….tasted prawns….drank what is remotely alcohol….. ……played in the water like there aint no tomorrow(double negative…..i cant help it….just once!!) got lost and felt happy for as tolkien said “ not all who wander are lost”
GO GOA:
It was a lazy Sunday morning when Anu and me were taking a walk to the shop peeche.
All of a sudden anu started budgeting for our forever-in-the-pipeline Goa trip. The beaches, sand, the paragliding…all the fun…..how many times me and anu had had this conversation. I was sick. We needed to do something. We decided to just go. We went to the girls hostel only to be greeted by maddy. I said “ want to go to goa?”. She was blown away…Goa..(In the typical maddy way) I think it didn’t strike her till we actually boarded the bus…!!!!
The next victim was Vini who threw a small tantrum saying she wanted to get her parents permission( hmmmmmm…..). Then anu sent an sms to adi(the charming guy of our class according to sarla rao) which went like” planning a trip to goa…plz say yes” and we got an equally smart reply---”yes”….how much we cheered. Adi joined us shortly reasoning that he wanted to come to Goa was because it was in his KRA s for the fourth sem. The next round of sms-es went to Vinay and gang. We roped in Sandy who tried to resist by giving reasons like research…but we got the better of her. So off we went to book tickets.
When we returned , Anu suddenly realized that the two day trip we had planned would be too short. But I had my Rem Mgmt ppt on Monday….devil and the deep sea…(quite literally…tissians would know what I meanJ) Finally we decided to just have max fun in 2 days at Goa. We counted days till 26th jan. We prepared like never before, dresses to wear, sunglasses, moisturizer, bags, money…the endless list….
But unfortunately vini had to drop out…we missed you vini….
So the jing bang of AKILA, ANU, MADDY, SANDY, DIVI, SANGHA, VINAY, HEMANT, ADI, ANIKET set out for GOA!
We waited eagerly…hmmmmm actually just whiled away our time till the day arrived;)!
Boarded the Volvo and reached panjim.
Anu naturally glided into the troop leader’s role thanks to her innumerable visits to Goa. While she went to get some bikes(yes we rode all over goa in bikes) me, maddy, sandy, divi, sangha waited for them in the bus stop. And of course we had the women’s man hemant to give us company. We picked up the bikes and off we went to Calangute. Did I mention we had no place in mind to stay…we just followed the road and our hearts….
Once in Calangute we luckily got a nice resort to stay in. We quickly changed into our beach wear;)(esp sandy). Sandy showcased a completely different side of her personality in Goa. Sandy is a very classy person who doesn’t indulge in juvenile acts(like many of us) and dresses to the same taste. But that day sandy turned pinky with her pink scarf and wait….best of all…..pink bangles….But she remained sexy as ever!!!! And she didn’t stop with that…she roped in maddy for her hunt for a sarong…so me and anu took the wise route…We ditched them!!!!!!!!
We found this really nice breakfast place….had brunch and set out for the calangute beach…..Now now where r the guys we suddenly thought…..they had taken the easy way out and gone to the beach on their own….(never mind !)
Had a rollicking time in the beach…hemant did his Baywatch moves in the water with his glasses and floaters on, anu refused to get out of the water except for once to have a breezer, sandy was too busy taking snaps, sangha gave anu company, divi in the water with her cap and full sleeve on lest she lose her hair and complexion!!! adi aniket vinay maddy played Frisbee and where was i…??! I was lost……lost in my thoughts, in knee deep water, thoroughly enjoying myself, shrieking like I had lost my marbles, having fun like no one else was watching…..went on the water scooter(refer previous entries;))!
It was around 2:30 we realized we had spent half a day doing almost nothing…so we decided to get back , get dressed and explore Goa….I couldn’t wait to get onto the ACTIVAS we had rented…so off we went….
We reached Baga and took a de tour to Vagator and by the time we reached the DCH fort , it was too late….so we ditched the attempt and went back to baga beach……
In baga I tasted my full fledged alcohol laced drink- breezer!!!:)) I know….i know…breezer aint alcohol, you need 16 breezers to get high….but whos bothered….
We went to brittos for dinner…..some awesome Italian food, stomachz full, hearts contented with the day we decided to head back…..
While the guys got up next morning and claimed to have gone jogging….we woke up just in time to make full use of our last day in Goa…we decided to head towards the DCH fort again….i was already scared….i hate anything that is even remotely inclined, slightly slippery but nevertheless……the ride was awesome….maddy and me were biking partners…adi tried to take as many pictures as possible with his mean biker look but he dint look remotely mean from any angle I looked at!!! Maddy and me got lost and when we got back on track we saw our very own angels adi and hemant waiting at the turn for us…..and the ingrates we were, we zoomed by waving a bye to them…..adi later remarked “ the gals looked so happy getting lost!!” reached the fort…a small trek and the fort was there in all its….ahem…..okie ….glory….
Well when I saw the shot of the fort in the movie Dil Chahta Hai… I was blown….actually am just exaggerating…It looked good…. But in real it wasn’t so gr8….we met these two guys who were selling cool drinks in the fort, overpriced cool drinks I should say….we took walks along the fort…I stayed on the ground while rest of them walked on the wall…..( I am such a coward….but blimey on a rickety wall for thrills…..no I’d rather stay on ground!!!!) saw some downright cheap guys who lived up to their reputation, reminded me of my KCT days( my engg college) ….Hemant and divi were on their own trip making portfolios of themselves by taking turns posing for the photographs…While the whole crowd opted to climb down the hill to the beach me and maddy chose to drive down….!!!! So we went back, picked up the vehicle to meet the crowd at vagator beach…..On the way maddy caught up some awesome breakfast at this place called the mango tree which had a huge flat screen and played movies every night!
While maddy ate her beans and toast I did a bit of shopping….haggled for a set of 5-6 hairbands…..was very pleased with the deal I got and caught with the gang at the beach….We ate some of the best food in a shack…..awesome French toast, pan cakes….juice….I think breakfast is the best meal of the day…hate lunch, hate dinner love breakfast though it was almost lunch time by the time we had food!!
The guys decided to take to the water again…frolicked…wrote my name on the sand….tasted prawn sandwich(just a bite)….
We then decided to get back to calangute beach….4 guess what?? Parasailing…..
Oh God I had been watching the junta parasailing the other day….it looked so good from far off but when I got near those gigantic things I was shit scared…..I am not afraid of heights…just inclined things make me go hay wire…..But I thought…IF NOT NOW…WHEN??! so 6 of us signed up….me and adi….sangha and hemant…..maddy and sandy…..sangha and hemant made purfffect landing…..and next was my turn……I was shocked when I saw the form I was signing….i paid 500 bucks and signed a form which said I knew swimming perfectly well and could save myself….!!!ya rite…..i cant walk straight let alone swim and save myself…..!! nevertheless…..
We got ourselves strapped and off we went………
…………………………………………………………………………….
I think those moments in air single handedly takes the pride of place amongst my most cherished moments ever……me and adi just shut up….it’s strange….you cant hear a word... you are there……the sun on ur face…..the water below you…..I didn’t close my eyes lest I miss any moment…..and before you know its all over…and your back to the cacophony….but you can never forget that moment when you were with just yourself……up in the air…..
The beauty of physics strikes you when you are done with it…..junta plz do this…itz just awesome….
Headed back to panjim….tanned to the core….sun burnt…..but very happy…..
As usual we promised to do this once every year…in the back of our minds we all knew it might never happen……..
As I sat in the bus….i just thought…Its all over…..my days as a student….all the careless fun filled days….living off parents and brothers money……but this goa trip I let myself loose……my assignments took a back seat….research was forgotten….and I had done a lot of things that I would have never done otherwise….tasted prawns….drank what is remotely alcohol….. ……played in the water like there aint no tomorrow(double negative…..i cant help it….just once!!) got lost and felt happy for as tolkien said “ not all who wander are lost”
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
i cant take it anymore!
Just when i was thinking that no one reads my blog.... ppl pop up with comments...hallelujah!!!!thanx guys....!!!
Was kind of flattering to hear junta say nice things abt me(rather my blog...!) so was just thinking what were the nicest compliments i have got in sometime now......
Me was never the kind who felt nice when someone complimented me on my looks(which was one of those rare occassions when i cared to dress nicely) But i would feel on top of the world when some1 said something close to me being intelligent, or easy to talk to etc etc.... so here are my most cherished compliments......
1) When Ashwin calls up asking my opinion on which books he should be buying with his gift vouchers...(thanx ash;)!)
2) When rajesh said i was easy to talk to....in downrite local tamil!!!!
3) When Dinup said talking to me was easy....as easy as talking to a male friend of his....!(thanx D but stop swearing at me when i call)!!!
4) When my 5th std science teacher sanjana tells me I havent changed.....(is that good or bad i wonder)(btw sanju is one of my best friends)!!!!
5)When my classmates pronounced me funny enough to write something on my own for the year book!!!
6) When my roommates made a crown for me reading"queen of brats" for my birthday(Thanx payal arpit lakyn ruby divi and mishra!!)
PS: notice gals never compliment much!!!!! Probably this is what Seinfeld meant when he told Elaine that she was a "Man's woman"!! Still not sure if thatz a compliment or not..!!!!
Was kind of flattering to hear junta say nice things abt me(rather my blog...!) so was just thinking what were the nicest compliments i have got in sometime now......
Me was never the kind who felt nice when someone complimented me on my looks(which was one of those rare occassions when i cared to dress nicely) But i would feel on top of the world when some1 said something close to me being intelligent, or easy to talk to etc etc.... so here are my most cherished compliments......
1) When Ashwin calls up asking my opinion on which books he should be buying with his gift vouchers...(thanx ash;)!)
2) When rajesh said i was easy to talk to....in downrite local tamil!!!!
3) When Dinup said talking to me was easy....as easy as talking to a male friend of his....!(thanx D but stop swearing at me when i call)!!!
4) When my 5th std science teacher sanjana tells me I havent changed.....(is that good or bad i wonder)(btw sanju is one of my best friends)!!!!
5)When my classmates pronounced me funny enough to write something on my own for the year book!!!
6) When my roommates made a crown for me reading"queen of brats" for my birthday(Thanx payal arpit lakyn ruby divi and mishra!!)
PS: notice gals never compliment much!!!!! Probably this is what Seinfeld meant when he told Elaine that she was a "Man's woman"!! Still not sure if thatz a compliment or not..!!!!
Thursday, February 09, 2006
the happy nut
Just thought I should pen down my feelings of the past few days. Have you ever been on a water scooter? I think it is an amazing feeling. You are right there in the front. The trainer sits behind you and your partner sits behind him. The trainer holds the steering and brakes very often to scare you. But when you go i think it is just an awesome moment. The vast expanse of the ocean staring at you. Nothing but water for as far as you can see……just plain greenish blue and the sun…..You have nothing to fear….the wind on your face…..exhilarating…..
And for the past few days I have been feeling just the same…. Happy with me as a person….enjoying the last few days of my college life….just plain fun…..
One of my guys remarked” gal you are taking up a job in a few months time…when the hell are you going to change”….well should I?!!! isn’t it nice being like this…
He calls me “nut”….ya thatz what I am – the happy nut….
And for the past few days I have been feeling just the same…. Happy with me as a person….enjoying the last few days of my college life….just plain fun…..
One of my guys remarked” gal you are taking up a job in a few months time…when the hell are you going to change”….well should I?!!! isn’t it nice being like this…
He calls me “nut”….ya thatz what I am – the happy nut….
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
bc suttah to u all!
I was listening to this song “ BC Suttah” by a Pakistani band called Zeest. Hmmmmm what should I say. Well I am a person who doesn’t swear. Bloody being the max I get…. I don’t smoke, the max I have got with alcohol with is cranberry breezer and taking occasional sips of drinks from others. Ya..yaya….i know definition of a complete tam gal!!! do I regret it? No…. am I looking forward to changing myself to a cool yo types!!! Definitely not!!! But when I heard this song I just couldn’t help enjoying myself. I just couldn’t get enough of it….the song is all about how a guy gave up smoking first due to parents then next to girlfriend and finally because of marriage. It ends with a liberal sprinking of BC MC!!!! PPL u have to listen to this song….. So when my friend saw me enjoy this song so much…..he just remarked…” Gal, there is a person in you who wants to break free and just swear at every1!!!” I think he just caught a glimpse of me….actually each one of us who just wants to break free from the mundane stuff, just thoroughly soak ourselves in all the arbit stuff in the world, doing just the things that which we enjoy…no HR, no marketing no assignments, just plain life…listen to music, read…..and of course endless campus fun….. I cant help but remember the eagles say…”hate growing up so fast!!!”
that lucky dress
The stuff in life which is so normal that people have stopped noticing it.
Now now...letz see one issue...-lucky dresses!!!
all U girls out there I am sure there must be atleast a couple of going "OH ya!!!"
well I started thinking about it this morning.Why the thought?! well I had my project presentation.so whatz my fave dress got to do with my project presentation?!well just that I didnt have a clue as to what my project was.So i left my logical side of the brain home and thought " Well if nothing is going to get me past this ppt atleast this dress will!!!" so there i go with favourite salwar.(Ya thatz ite we can wear only salwar to college...but letz consider that issue for another day)!My lucky dress happens to be a green salwar which i bought in my first year of college...Ya Ya it still fits me.I stopped growing long back.The dress is now faded and is crying it's heart out.My mom sees me come downstairs and realises that I am in a do or die situation the do standing for my salwar;)!
So off I go with my dress least bothered about the project.
But how long can i keep my brain from working.So it popps out once in a while and reminds me "Gal this is just a dress...it wont u answer ur questions on Microcontrollers...." i shut it back in and continue with my various useless activities in college.
I enter college expecting to be blasted my project mates..LO! they are late!!!Good going i think to myself.
Just when i think that there arrives Ms.B and Ms.L...they are my project mates and are not exactly my favourite things currently!
So I go about the usual stuff until my project time!!!!
But is theluck running out....lets see...Looks like coz i heard my HOD was the main examiner!!!OOps....My confidence took a nose dive. But i put on my brave face and think "HERE I COME PPL"!
me enters hall:
I see my friend BOO presenting her project wearing her lucky salwar.From the far end my friend VR waves to me wearing her lucky salwar which she claims got her into WIPRO!!!!
I turn to my right to find my batch mate Ms.K wearing her blue salwar which she claims has got her short listed in every damn aptitude test she wrote wearing that!
Now what has my salwar done for me.I can still remember that balmy day.Oh crap...i mean one of those horrible afternoons where I amwaiting outside My dept.Headz room waiting for him to sign my leave letter(I know I am in college:(((()))
So he calls me in and says congrats and I go." what??!"! Guess what I got a prize in the District level essay competition.So he grants me half a day off for the awards function.Hurray!!!!I am back after a 3 day vacation and here he is giving me another day off...Ya thatz rite I was wearing my green salwar for the first time!!!!
Engg.mechanics exams,lab exams, class tests, competitions, the salwar has always been there to save me..
So now back to my project presentation!
Enter Project presentation hall.!!my project ppt gets advanced by almost half an hour,Is my darn luck running out?!
or is the salwar losing it's charm.Letz wait and watch.
Next team on stage "B& co" goes the announcer with my heart thumping!
And as we rise i envisaged a miracle.I saw my HOD rise and leave for his class.Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!!
So we rush through our presentation lest my Hod comes back! and with such great going i was positive that no one was going to question us!and as i turn around to the audience I see a million hands in air...( u know i mean a handful)!
My batchmates cower in fear. Me the braveless picks up the mic and answers the questions...Future advancements in my project---well if someone could tell me what my current project is i would be grateful
what are the disadvantages? ya rite duh!!!
and the best question... my project deals with remote data entry and a person asks me when it is going to be implemented in the urban area...DUHHHHH!!!!!
Anyways my brains thinks overtime(Thanx to my friend hari's useless gyan) I cook up a story abt a gsm chip, a sms and motor control!!!!!!!surprise surprise people are pleased.I passed.I am happy!!!!OOps...Thanx to my lucky dress!!!
every dress has itz bad day and mine was the XAT and CAT this year!!!!!
Whatever!!!!
Now now...letz see one issue...-lucky dresses!!!
all U girls out there I am sure there must be atleast a couple of going "OH ya!!!"
well I started thinking about it this morning.Why the thought?! well I had my project presentation.so whatz my fave dress got to do with my project presentation?!well just that I didnt have a clue as to what my project was.So i left my logical side of the brain home and thought " Well if nothing is going to get me past this ppt atleast this dress will!!!" so there i go with favourite salwar.(Ya thatz ite we can wear only salwar to college...but letz consider that issue for another day)!My lucky dress happens to be a green salwar which i bought in my first year of college...Ya Ya it still fits me.I stopped growing long back.The dress is now faded and is crying it's heart out.My mom sees me come downstairs and realises that I am in a do or die situation the do standing for my salwar;)!
So off I go with my dress least bothered about the project.
But how long can i keep my brain from working.So it popps out once in a while and reminds me "Gal this is just a dress...it wont u answer ur questions on Microcontrollers...." i shut it back in and continue with my various useless activities in college.
I enter college expecting to be blasted my project mates..LO! they are late!!!Good going i think to myself.
Just when i think that there arrives Ms.B and Ms.L...they are my project mates and are not exactly my favourite things currently!
So I go about the usual stuff until my project time!!!!
But is theluck running out....lets see...Looks like coz i heard my HOD was the main examiner!!!OOps....My confidence took a nose dive. But i put on my brave face and think "HERE I COME PPL"!
me enters hall:
I see my friend BOO presenting her project wearing her lucky salwar.From the far end my friend VR waves to me wearing her lucky salwar which she claims got her into WIPRO!!!!
I turn to my right to find my batch mate Ms.K wearing her blue salwar which she claims has got her short listed in every damn aptitude test she wrote wearing that!
Now what has my salwar done for me.I can still remember that balmy day.Oh crap...i mean one of those horrible afternoons where I amwaiting outside My dept.Headz room waiting for him to sign my leave letter(I know I am in college:(((()))
So he calls me in and says congrats and I go." what??!"! Guess what I got a prize in the District level essay competition.So he grants me half a day off for the awards function.Hurray!!!!I am back after a 3 day vacation and here he is giving me another day off...Ya thatz rite I was wearing my green salwar for the first time!!!!
Engg.mechanics exams,lab exams, class tests, competitions, the salwar has always been there to save me..
So now back to my project presentation!
Enter Project presentation hall.!!my project ppt gets advanced by almost half an hour,Is my darn luck running out?!
or is the salwar losing it's charm.Letz wait and watch.
Next team on stage "B& co" goes the announcer with my heart thumping!
And as we rise i envisaged a miracle.I saw my HOD rise and leave for his class.Hallelujah!!!!!!!!!!
So we rush through our presentation lest my Hod comes back! and with such great going i was positive that no one was going to question us!and as i turn around to the audience I see a million hands in air...( u know i mean a handful)!
My batchmates cower in fear. Me the braveless picks up the mic and answers the questions...Future advancements in my project---well if someone could tell me what my current project is i would be grateful
what are the disadvantages? ya rite duh!!!
and the best question... my project deals with remote data entry and a person asks me when it is going to be implemented in the urban area...DUHHHHH!!!!!
Anyways my brains thinks overtime(Thanx to my friend hari's useless gyan) I cook up a story abt a gsm chip, a sms and motor control!!!!!!!surprise surprise people are pleased.I passed.I am happy!!!!OOps...Thanx to my lucky dress!!!
every dress has itz bad day and mine was the XAT and CAT this year!!!!!
Whatever!!!!
kanyakumari
KANYAKUMARI.KANYAKUMARI-The southern most tip of India(technically it is Indira point. in Nicobar islands),from kashmir to kanyakumari.The euphemisms for Kanyakumari are endless.But to me it is simple-The closest thing i ever had to a native place)I really dont remeber my first trip but the one i consider my first is the time when my dad sent me and my brother for a vacation during my cousin Sundar's upanayanam function.I had never been out my house until then on my own.The family at Kanyakumari welcomed us and treated us as their own.It was the first time i was spending time with so many people at a time.We have always been a small family.I dont really have any cousins neither have i been a part of any boisterous giant family.I have never seen my paternal grandparents.So initially it was kind of a rude shock to see so many people but i blended in gardually.Since then kanyakumari has been really special to me.Our house(my grandmother's younger sis's house;)!) is located right on the main road leading to the famous kanyakumari temple.I proudly used to say that we have an ocean at the back of the house.It was a fairly large building.One of the very few houses left unsold on the SANNADHI STREET.My relatives owned a couple of handi crafts shop.My periappa (dad's cousin bro)used to stay in the adjacent house.It was the month of may and the scene almost looks like a stolen scene from one of RK NARAYAN'S fictional place -malgudi. Except that it was flooded with tourists.My cousins arrived one by one.Got acquainted with them slowly.Day began slowly in kanyakumari.It seemed almost in slow motion in the early morning.Getting up late was almost a unsaid rule.My brother the kumbhakarnan of the family would seem rooted to his bed.Breakfast was always sumptous with my auntz and thevu akka(thatz my grand momz sis) churning out one delicacy after the other.This would be only till around 930 when the shops open and the tourists start pouring in.My uncle owned a book shop so we kids used to go and sit there and read up every comic we could lay hands.We gobbled as many books as we could(we cudnt afford archies then...we still cant;)!))Mornings used to be pretty hot.We used to stay indoors and read mostly or just play around aimlessly.My relatives owned a house which was situated on the top floor of the handi crafts shop.Almost always strewn around with books and handi crafts it had a musty smell to it but neverthless seemed very creepy because no one really used it.We played our endless games there.Lunch was a thorough south indian affair with avial kootu there almost everyday!!!!!An afternoon siesta after a bit of reading lead us to the most fun part of the day-the evening.Evenings are interesting and very colorful.With endless tourists ambling in and out of the shops the atmosphere was almost festive.My uncles used to take us (the children) to the beach and there we would all have BEACH BATH.....well it was never really a bath we used to frolick in the beach for hours together.The beach was a very dirty place but we had our fun.Gandhi statue,,,,endless beach kadlai.......it was on our agenda everyday.The salt of the water darkened the complexion of all the kids..The walk back home used to be fun.All of us completely drenched and careless...On reaching home we all rushed to bathrooms to wash the salt off our skin.With just two bathrooms we used to end up with two bathrooms in one bathrooms(oh come on we were kids and we did stupid things)!)The trips to vattakottai and manalkunnu are almost frozen in memory.As the evening wore on the fun never stopped.We used to sit on the doorstep of the shop watching the various people enter and leave....reading our books sometimes.In the night our MURALI CHITAPPA used to tell us scary stories of how families committed suicide and and how the neighbouring hotel was haunted.It was the time when people were not corrupted by soap operas on tv.Dinner was slow and enjoyed by one and all...and we went to bed reading our books.My favourite spot in the whole of kanyakumari is a spot in the terrace under the water tank.I used to climb the wall of the house to and reach there with a book in hand.Once i was there reading"man woman and child" when i fell asleep with the book in hand lulled by the breeze.In the night the spot was almost unblemished.It gave a full view of the ocean.With just the star lit sky above your head and the whole arabian sea indian ocean and bay of bengal ocean in front of you ,you feel humbled.The Vivekananda rock stares at you from one end..and now a thiruvalluvar statue does too.....You cant help but think of Swami Vivekanda who must have swam the very ocean in front of you and must have sat on the very rock that stares at you.The moon plays a game with the waves by shifting in and out of the clouds.And my brother used to tell me tales about his dead classmate and how his spirit haunted his hostel and to think i got scared by all that.I can still remember how my brother explained about the ghost which came and told my brother of all people "vaaaaaaa"( cooommmmeeee with all the sound effects)!!!!It was chilling with all the sea and moon in front of you!!!!But these days i grow very depressed when i go to Kanyakumari.The family u now know is no longer ur own.They are not my grandparents.It is not my house and neither they are my own cousins....I leave there with a longing for a family of my own.Somebody i could call my grandparents.Someone who spoils with me gifts.Never does a trip go by without the mention of my grandparents.How i resemble my grandmother---how my grandfather would speak for hours together on shakespeare....But Kanyakumari still holds it s charm and gave me something close to my childhood memories in my native place.....So the next time you go down to kanyakumari remember that room no 101 in Hotel SAMUDRA is haunted!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, August 21, 2004
onam celebrations
well onam is coming near....and all the malluz(mallz) have started their prep and in the process they have dragged me also. The only high point of the mall celeb is the food.There is pappadam avial inji curry!!! but the low point(s) i have to drape a mall sari and pretend to be a mall for sometime...so how adept am I at that?
Letz go down memory lane....while at school i was surrounded by mallu nuns and kids...It was christian missionary convent so while i was young i was forced to believe that i was a mall myself esp because i used to wear" chandanam" on my forehead after dadz pooja...
then when i started realising i did not speak mall at home i decided enough is enough and i broke free of the mall cadre;)!
My mom has stayed all her life in kerala...and is a pseudo mall.She lives on mall channles like surya and asianet....and celebrates onam religiously every year,....and enjoys everything that is mallu! while here i am born in coimbatore....knowing mallu becoz i watched mall movies....
and as regards my dad he is from travancore which is more confusing as he was earlier in Kerala and now in Tamilnadu....
and my bro...well thatz an interesting part to talk abt.Born in mallu land thatz his closest association with mallz.... he can say some words like" podi patti....endha sugam thanne alle;)!"
so where does that leave me?? thatz rite nowhere.....here the mallz call me pseudo mall for want of help in celebration....Infact they r outsourcing their celebs;)!
so who r these mallz...there are some mallz who speak worse mallu than i do....
"ninakku kitty oh?"
on the agenda is " KAI KO TTI KA LI" TO be prnounced with an anglicized accent....
saddhi...with pal payasam...
ofcourse the mall set saree which my mum is couriering for me....
and ya then there are some tam brahms who r confused....
srividhya my senior- tam brahm whose mum is from kerala....but they speak marathi at home and she knows neither mall or tam props!!!!tri partite agreement!!!!!
and then there is Ms.X
a tam brahm from chennai who tries as much as possible to spoeak mallu so that she is accepted in the mall crowd!!! reminds me of my classmate annu...(which shall dealt as a separate topic)!
So there i go this september singing " dhithara thaga thai dithai thaga thai thai thom"!!!!!!!!!!!
Letz go down memory lane....while at school i was surrounded by mallu nuns and kids...It was christian missionary convent so while i was young i was forced to believe that i was a mall myself esp because i used to wear" chandanam" on my forehead after dadz pooja...
then when i started realising i did not speak mall at home i decided enough is enough and i broke free of the mall cadre;)!
My mom has stayed all her life in kerala...and is a pseudo mall.She lives on mall channles like surya and asianet....and celebrates onam religiously every year,....and enjoys everything that is mallu! while here i am born in coimbatore....knowing mallu becoz i watched mall movies....
and as regards my dad he is from travancore which is more confusing as he was earlier in Kerala and now in Tamilnadu....
and my bro...well thatz an interesting part to talk abt.Born in mallu land thatz his closest association with mallz.... he can say some words like" podi patti....endha sugam thanne alle;)!"
so where does that leave me?? thatz rite nowhere.....here the mallz call me pseudo mall for want of help in celebration....Infact they r outsourcing their celebs;)!
so who r these mallz...there are some mallz who speak worse mallu than i do....
"ninakku kitty oh?"
on the agenda is " KAI KO TTI KA LI" TO be prnounced with an anglicized accent....
saddhi...with pal payasam...
ofcourse the mall set saree which my mum is couriering for me....
and ya then there are some tam brahms who r confused....
srividhya my senior- tam brahm whose mum is from kerala....but they speak marathi at home and she knows neither mall or tam props!!!!tri partite agreement!!!!!
and then there is Ms.X
a tam brahm from chennai who tries as much as possible to spoeak mallu so that she is accepted in the mall crowd!!! reminds me of my classmate annu...(which shall dealt as a separate topic)!
So there i go this september singing " dhithara thaga thai dithai thaga thai thai thom"!!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, August 14, 2004
one day at a time in tiss
Lush green treees, stone walls, a building out of time but right on the highway! That is TISS for U! and just like the mismatch of location we are the error in the college-PMIR STUDENTS! in a social work school!
My journey to tiss was almost a mistake and i thought so till the end of first week in college when u feel that everything thatz happening to you is wrong... You fall ill,u fall down and hit ur head and every one is new and ya u hate the loos! but then now itz almost my home.... The safe precincts of tiss.....
It almost gets u wondering how you can change so fast.From a spoilt brat to ahem an almost responsible person.But then u also start wondering if u will ever be a part of home again in the very sense of it.
I can still remember how my mom used to wait for me at the doorstep while i walked from the bustop(which was jus opp. to my house)! Incase she was missing i would go really mad.Now u have no one to welcome U.Just blank dull walls and ur dirty table....
No one to give u mango juice but jus watery tea in Dining Hall(DH).
But the truth lies in the fact u no longer think of it as a mistake. i have actually stopped cribbing and started enjoying my work.I am amazed at the fact that I have actually started doing my own assignments.All my life in engg there has not been one assignment which i wrote on my own! Things change and u change along with it...who started the change....thatz like who came first the egg or the chicken!
But itz almost like a hallucination for me.I am here watching my life go by and i wonder what I am going to be doing the next part.What more changes are going to take place.Itz almost like and end of a chapter.Itz dream like to see your friends move on with their life.You know itz true but you still have not come to terms with it.
after all I AM JUST A DREAMER..... I DREAM MY LIFE
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
My journey to tiss was almost a mistake and i thought so till the end of first week in college when u feel that everything thatz happening to you is wrong... You fall ill,u fall down and hit ur head and every one is new and ya u hate the loos! but then now itz almost my home.... The safe precincts of tiss.....
It almost gets u wondering how you can change so fast.From a spoilt brat to ahem an almost responsible person.But then u also start wondering if u will ever be a part of home again in the very sense of it.
I can still remember how my mom used to wait for me at the doorstep while i walked from the bustop(which was jus opp. to my house)! Incase she was missing i would go really mad.Now u have no one to welcome U.Just blank dull walls and ur dirty table....
No one to give u mango juice but jus watery tea in Dining Hall(DH).
But the truth lies in the fact u no longer think of it as a mistake. i have actually stopped cribbing and started enjoying my work.I am amazed at the fact that I have actually started doing my own assignments.All my life in engg there has not been one assignment which i wrote on my own! Things change and u change along with it...who started the change....thatz like who came first the egg or the chicken!
But itz almost like a hallucination for me.I am here watching my life go by and i wonder what I am going to be doing the next part.What more changes are going to take place.Itz almost like and end of a chapter.Itz dream like to see your friends move on with their life.You know itz true but you still have not come to terms with it.
after all I AM JUST A DREAMER..... I DREAM MY LIFE
You may say Im a dreamer,
but Im not the only one,
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