So I was reading the papers and came across the feature which spoke about all the toppers.
The state topper was a quintessial iyengar with a namam that looked like he had drawn it with a drafter which he had bought in advance for his engineering drawing classes. He wanted to become an engineer and then do his management degree from an IIM. I went on to the next rank holder's statement.
He wanted to become.....Just then I went back to the earlier line what????????
An engineering degree then a management degree???! what has happened to the world???
He had just shattered the quintessial tam brahm dream of being an engineering and pursuing an MS or maybe he was reshaping the to be tam brahm dream!!!! He wanted to take up ECE...phew there was hope still....
When i suggested to my parents that I wanted to do Literature after school I got a response which sounded like " Oh Lord forgive her for saying that". I think currently the business to be in is the education business. Pretty easy I should say.
I am planning to start my own college.
ARUL MIGU AAL MARATHADI ARUNACHALA ENGINEERING COLLEGE( AMAMAEC)
Get a building, get some out of job engineers and ADVERTISE!!
100% PLACEMENT IN TOP MNC'S LIKE QUIPRO, GEETEEYESS, PINGOSYS.
WE OFFER COURSES IN COMP.SC, ECE, IT, EEE, MECHANICAL.
FIRST COME FIRST SERVE BASIS .
95% SEATS RESERVED FOR MGMT QUOTA
3% RESERVED FOR INTERNATIONAL STUDENTS
REST SEATS WILL BE ALLOTTED ON MERIT BASIS(SEE FOLLOWING PAGE OR OUR ADMISSION TEST FORMS)
INTERNATIONAL QUALITY IN TEACHING.
EXTRA COACHING FOR STUDENTS FOR PERSONALITY DEVELOPMENT BY THOUGHT LEADER EKAMBARAM(rS.1500/HOUR)
FREE LAPTOPS FOR ALL STUDENTS IN ORDER TO AID THEM WATCH EDUCATIONAL MOVIES.
I am sure there will be takers for this college. I am also planning to start engineering coaching right from eleventh standard. Like they teach 10th std syllabus in 9th std and 12th portion in 11th std. Anyways we are going to reach the hallowed portals of an engineering college. Might as well not waste time. This will facilitate enough time for students to study for TOEFL in first year and GRE in second year.
For the lesser mortals who have taken up civil engg and textile engg. I plan to schedule extra classes after college timing for training in C and C++ so that they can pursue a software job after graduation.
I also aim to provide a safe and sound atmosphere for students to study. Boys are not allowed to talk to girls both within and outside the campus premises. The phone lines will be tapped. I will also provide separate buses for boys and girls, separate canteen for boys and girls. Hostels will be far apart from each other. Girls can wear any dress to college as long as it is a salwar kurta and has a dupatta which is pinned on both shoulders. They are also requested to walk with one hand at the back and a finger on the lip for their well being.
My college will aim at a rigourous academic curriculum which any mani pani shani can pass by studying the previous years question papers. Since the first batch will not have this privilege the final exam question paper will be given as one of the revision exam papers. Students will not be told which revision exam paper is likely to come as the final paper.
Students who dont get placed in the final year or who have 2 or more arrears will be given an opportunity to teach the junior batches. My college will accept no donation.
Our fee structure is very realistic.
tuition fee: 30000
development fees :6000
internet fee: 1000
placement fees: 5000
breakage charges of hostels when students get irate with mgmt fee: 1000
hostel fees: 4000
Alla marathadi arunachala co-operative bank will help all students realise their great Indian engineering dream by disbursing educational loans.
I also have plans on the anvil to start a dental college, MBA college, two other engineering colleges- one in the name of my son aal marathadi pithambaram and one in the name of my daughter aal marath adi rajinieshwari.
COME JOIN US.... BECOME AN ENGINEER AND LIVE UP TO THE DREAM OF A QUINTESSENTIAL AVERAGE INDIAN. BE ANOTHER ONE TO BITE THE DUST
Thursday, May 25, 2006
soul patrol!
I have always hated the time difference between regions. It asks of me to stop thinking for a sec, calculate what time it would be for my brother before i Decide to wake him up for a silly request!
But this is one reason why I love the time zone thing!!!!I got to know who won American idol without having to watch a 2 hr special interspersed with more ads than the actual programme!!!
Taylor Hicks won American Idol 6!!!!!!!!
I havent heard much of his own music and I was rooting for Chris Daughtry. It is definitely a well deserved break from PYT KAT Mcphee!!!!!!
Herez to soul patrol....Kind of like the word....SOUL PATROL!!!
oops....!!!
My cousin from Nagercoil was at home for a couple of days. She was here to get admission into one of the engineering colleges(which claims to be a deemed university).
The 12th std results were out only a couple of days back and there has been a ruling already saying that tamil would be compulsory from the next batch onwards. I immediatley thanked my stars for having been born earlier than the current batch. Phew.....
I learnt tamil on my own because my friends would make fun of me saying I cant read and write tamil. I learnt from "LEARN TAMIL IN 30 DAYS". My dad refused to let me travel by the town bus after that because I was apparently reading gandhipark as gandhipuram and getting into wrong buses!
And this one time ( at band camp;)) okie thatz not funny...sorry) we were travelling by our car and i was testing my tamil reading skills by reading every billboard I could see. In front of us was a lorry which had a message written on it at the back. This was weird. I read it aloud. I didnt understand it. My dad kept saying shut up but i wouldnt stop. Turned out it was an ad advicing men to wear condoms!!!!!
The 12th std results were out only a couple of days back and there has been a ruling already saying that tamil would be compulsory from the next batch onwards. I immediatley thanked my stars for having been born earlier than the current batch. Phew.....
I learnt tamil on my own because my friends would make fun of me saying I cant read and write tamil. I learnt from "LEARN TAMIL IN 30 DAYS". My dad refused to let me travel by the town bus after that because I was apparently reading gandhipark as gandhipuram and getting into wrong buses!
And this one time ( at band camp;)) okie thatz not funny...sorry) we were travelling by our car and i was testing my tamil reading skills by reading every billboard I could see. In front of us was a lorry which had a message written on it at the back. This was weird. I read it aloud. I didnt understand it. My dad kept saying shut up but i wouldnt stop. Turned out it was an ad advicing men to wear condoms!!!!!
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
yet another arbit day!
After two days of marathon movie sessions, just before I could proclaim on my blog that I was self confessed tv junkie, my folks made me run errands the whole day so that I dont laze around at home.
The last two days I watched
* salaam namaste, ddlj, aasai,nandanam(already seen movies)
** gramophone, stolen summer(new movies)
*** desp housewives, lost, sex and the city , charmed( sit coms/serials)
**** and lots of other stuff which I cant seem to remember.
all in one crazy pace. As though I was running out of time.
Just as we returned back from a place where for the first time I saw a thing that is called odyanaum in tamil weighing 1 kilo, fully studded with diamonds. (Supposedly just the making charges is about 6 lakhs!!!what a joke!)okie useless piece of info!
I saw a parcel on our doorstep. It had a coke wrapper on it. I grew suspicious....
It was addressed to my parents name(curioser)!
Dad jumped at it and opened it. The wrapper gave way to a case (nice one at that) that said COCA-COLA- first few sips.
Ah, I had heard that somewhere!!! It was the concept of the induction programme for my summer induction!!!!! damn they are using the same for the mgmt trainee programme too!!!
The case contained 6 cans of diet coke with a letter which welcomed my MUM AND DAD into the folds of the coke family.
But I was happy. Some trace of acknowledgement of me as an employee!!!
My dad promptly took out the cans and appropriated the case saying he was going to use it for the car. I thought until that moment only my mum was obssessed with bags. turns out even my dad was. MY mum collects everything from zip lock bags to jute bags. Everytime we go out , she feels the need for a new handbag!!!!
My neighbour uncle who also happens to be my relative was very curious-why would they spend so much money and send 6 cans of coke to you by courier he asked. Thank God he is not the HR manager at coke I thought to myself!!!
Have started packing my bags for my trip to Gurgaon. Just as I was whizzing past the lanes of Coimbatore today I swore to myself I would never get attached to any place because i was hating the lump that was fast rising in my throat then. I told this to myself even when i left Mumbai.
I guess it's an end of a phase for me.
Now I have got to be all nice and mature...!
Damn!!!!!
The last two days I watched
* salaam namaste, ddlj, aasai,nandanam(already seen movies)
** gramophone, stolen summer(new movies)
*** desp housewives, lost, sex and the city , charmed( sit coms/serials)
**** and lots of other stuff which I cant seem to remember.
all in one crazy pace. As though I was running out of time.
Just as we returned back from a place where for the first time I saw a thing that is called odyanaum in tamil weighing 1 kilo, fully studded with diamonds. (Supposedly just the making charges is about 6 lakhs!!!what a joke!)okie useless piece of info!
I saw a parcel on our doorstep. It had a coke wrapper on it. I grew suspicious....
It was addressed to my parents name(curioser)!
Dad jumped at it and opened it. The wrapper gave way to a case (nice one at that) that said COCA-COLA- first few sips.
Ah, I had heard that somewhere!!! It was the concept of the induction programme for my summer induction!!!!! damn they are using the same for the mgmt trainee programme too!!!
The case contained 6 cans of diet coke with a letter which welcomed my MUM AND DAD into the folds of the coke family.
But I was happy. Some trace of acknowledgement of me as an employee!!!
My dad promptly took out the cans and appropriated the case saying he was going to use it for the car. I thought until that moment only my mum was obssessed with bags. turns out even my dad was. MY mum collects everything from zip lock bags to jute bags. Everytime we go out , she feels the need for a new handbag!!!!
My neighbour uncle who also happens to be my relative was very curious-why would they spend so much money and send 6 cans of coke to you by courier he asked. Thank God he is not the HR manager at coke I thought to myself!!!
Have started packing my bags for my trip to Gurgaon. Just as I was whizzing past the lanes of Coimbatore today I swore to myself I would never get attached to any place because i was hating the lump that was fast rising in my throat then. I told this to myself even when i left Mumbai.
I guess it's an end of a phase for me.
Now I have got to be all nice and mature...!
Damn!!!!!
Saturday, May 20, 2006
random thoughts
Another couple of weeks and I have to leave home. I know, painful ain't it?
Well, Of course it is the start of a new phase in my life. The one high point is I would be earning.
Was thinking the other maybe even I should give up my career right away and start a book store like i always wanted to!! Seems to be the in thing these days. Maybe I will make create some noise because am sure I will be the first of a kind-one who gave up a career even before it began!!! or maybe not. Am sure someone has done it already!!!
Nothing much to write about today. Was reading the news on the net and reading some famous blogs. These guys sure do get their daily dose of fan mail.
This guy writes like a small paragraph and he gets 42 comments(but of course the guy was talking about the completion of his book) and I write a billion words and I get 3
1) giving me the telephone no. of the local bsnl helpline-WAS BRUTAL. OUCH!
2) someone who really liked my blog but took a printout of it and read it in the loo!!
3) a good friend fromTISS- ah someone still reads my blog.
and ya then there a lot of these cheapskates. The kinds who read my blog and go without a comment, The kinds like Sushant who msg me/call me/text me and have a full length conversation about my thoughts. Thanks Sushant.
There are also the kinds who read my blog and who msg me on yahoo/orkut. Nice blog, keep writing, howlarious. Kichna was generous with his compliments this time around.
I think the most painful moment is when you think you have a point or that you are funny and when the reader actually takes it literally.
I had written a post about how I have never met interesting men ever while on travel unlike what bollywood movies portray. I get this comment from a person
" Dont worry. Try and be yourself. Socializing is not the best method to meet "someone"."
GEE THANKS PAL. I needed that advice! That post promplty disappeared from my blog the following day.
But the killer was this one. I had answered a set of questions which i had been tagged for. Someone wrote"nice questions and ya answers too"
A friend told me I was overanalyzing!! I hope I was!
The worst this time was when someone mailed me with advice about how I should never speak to Govt.officials!!!
Ah the travails of a budding(read vella) blogger.
Well, Of course it is the start of a new phase in my life. The one high point is I would be earning.
Was thinking the other maybe even I should give up my career right away and start a book store like i always wanted to!! Seems to be the in thing these days. Maybe I will make create some noise because am sure I will be the first of a kind-one who gave up a career even before it began!!! or maybe not. Am sure someone has done it already!!!
Nothing much to write about today. Was reading the news on the net and reading some famous blogs. These guys sure do get their daily dose of fan mail.
This guy writes like a small paragraph and he gets 42 comments(but of course the guy was talking about the completion of his book) and I write a billion words and I get 3
1) giving me the telephone no. of the local bsnl helpline-WAS BRUTAL. OUCH!
2) someone who really liked my blog but took a printout of it and read it in the loo!!
3) a good friend fromTISS- ah someone still reads my blog.
and ya then there a lot of these cheapskates. The kinds who read my blog and go without a comment, The kinds like Sushant who msg me/call me/text me and have a full length conversation about my thoughts. Thanks Sushant.
There are also the kinds who read my blog and who msg me on yahoo/orkut. Nice blog, keep writing, howlarious. Kichna was generous with his compliments this time around.
I think the most painful moment is when you think you have a point or that you are funny and when the reader actually takes it literally.
I had written a post about how I have never met interesting men ever while on travel unlike what bollywood movies portray. I get this comment from a person
" Dont worry. Try and be yourself. Socializing is not the best method to meet "someone"."
GEE THANKS PAL. I needed that advice! That post promplty disappeared from my blog the following day.
But the killer was this one. I had answered a set of questions which i had been tagged for. Someone wrote"nice questions and ya answers too"
A friend told me I was overanalyzing!! I hope I was!
The worst this time was when someone mailed me with advice about how I should never speak to Govt.officials!!!
Ah the travails of a budding(read vella) blogger.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
arrrrrrgggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!
I have been down with fever and a very nasty throat infection. The kind when you are put on an overdose of anti biotics- from the ent doc and the gen.physician. So much so I havent spoken much in the past two days-understatement. I havent done much in the past two days. I hadnt slept the whole of last night and was trying to hoard all of my day's sleep for tonight ButI couldnt help but nod off for a few minutes when I was woken up by my mother saying there was a person on the line regarding the broadband connection problem.
I have been facing a broadband connection probelm. Within few minutes of connection, the line would disconnect. To my dismay I noticed my dad had a monster for a connection-DATAONE!!! It was Government service and I had to reach out to them for my problem. If my friend Arpita would would hear me talking like this she would kill me. She was always in support for the govt. Not that the private players were any good. Nevertheless.
So i got up all groggy, to attend this phone call.
The whole conversation is in tamil...
akila: hello?
##$$:(in a very tamil accent...and high pitch) hallo.... There has been a complaint from you regarding your broadband connection.
akila: yes..(am sorry i made a complaint....will you forgive me??)
##$$: Is it a USB or an ethernet card?
akila: Ethernet
##$$: Okie now switch on the computer.
akila: excuse me...but i have picked up the extension from downstairs and I cant transfer it back, so can i call you?
##$$: what??? how many phones do you have?how come you cant transfer back and....a slurry of other useless questions.
akila:what???! is that like important??
##$$: of course it is, you live in that house and you dont know how many phones you have??
do you atleast know to operate the computer?I am the JE talking here.
akila:(i think to myself...jay...what a nice name for a horrible sounding guy!!)
and answer" i think i do, but just a little bit. "
##$$: okie i will call you back....
so I dutifully go upstairs and wait for his call. 5 mins, 10 mins.No call.
I looked at the watch and realised, it was 5:30. Of course he was not going to call back!!!
So I called dad and got this ##$$'s details and called him back and told him it was the same old me. and He continued the conversation right from where left it.
##$$" so have u atleast switched on your computer?
Akila:yes your highness I have
##$$: What is the modem that you have- the white one or the black one?
Akila: ha...the white one.
##$$: the white one? then it has a maroon bottom
Akila: how techno savvy...yes...the white one with a maroon bottom.
##$$:hmmmm that means it is a MT841?
Akila: yes it is Grandmaster.
##$$: Now right click the icon that connects to broadband.
Usually when some one says right click, i generally presume it is to check the properties but the grandmaster had other plans
##$$: what does it say?
Akila: it says connect, status, cut copy,.......
##$$: okie okie...now connect.
Akila: okie....
##$$: Now after it has connected, open a website- anything, yahoo google, anything
Akila: Thank You kind master for giving me the liberty to open any site.
##$$: see, it works doesnt it?? Thats it. It is very simple.
Akila: Okie, but i have a problem
##$$: you still have a problem???
Akila: crouching in fear...yes i do. The connection gets disconnected after 10- 15 mins.
##$$: on it's own?
Akila: ya rite....i disconnect it on my own and go through this pleasurable conversation with you....
##$$: okie, here is a number. Call up these guys and ask them to find out if there is a problem locally.
Akila: so there is no problem from your side then?
##$$: of course not. It has connected hasnt it? Thats my territory until then. I will not move my freaking butt beyond that.
Akila: Okie.Thanks for being so kind and patient with me. Bye.
So I call up this new number and a lady answers a phone.
Men are okie but ladies in government service are scary. The other day i called up the telephone office for some reason(why do i have to do all the calling i wonder at times) and this lady picks up and i tell her my sms-es are not going to a particular number(selective ignorance;)) and she says ,"oh, is it? okie maybe you should come and meet the Grandmaster personally. Only he can solve your problem"
Akila: oh is there no customer service number i can and they would look into or something?
Lady ##$$" OH i just picked up the phone because it rang. You have to meet the grandmaster personally and find out what is the number"
anyways back to our l'il conversation with the new lady. I repeat all my problems to her and what the grandmaster had told me and goes
" We have customers from tiruppur, ooty, udumalpet...... they have no problems. How come you have?"
Akila: oh damn. I didnt realise it was I who was the sinner!!!!
##$$lady2: okie now , you go call the grandmaster and tell him not to blame me and it is actually his problem with the phone line . My territory ends right here"
the line goes blank....Think she went off to claim overtime for the 5 mins she spent talking to me after 5:30 PM.
I was almost in the verge of tears and went downstairs to rant all this to my mum and complain and savage the government employees and get some self pity for getting shouted at for no reason.
MY mum wouldnt even hear me.
She just said "they are like that. You want to get your job done lady then you got to accept it"
I tried calling my dad to explain what happened I even tried to convince him to get a touchtel connection. He wouldnt even hear me out. He just said" They are like that and we need to accept them"
Of course we do......
This morning I was watching the news about the reservation issues and decided I had to take a stand. What was my opinion? Were reservations necessary?
I saw medha patkasr demonstrating and thought to myself what was my stand?
Having lived amidst social orkers for 2 years it was important i took a stand on things. I was either here or there. If not i was not there!!!!!!!!
But I dont have a bloody stand. I dont. I have just become too tolerant and indifferent to have an opinion. Does it really matter what I think. Ya maybe in a 10-15 min GD for a job interview or something but otherwise it doesnt make a difference what I think.
It is one thing for Madhavan to wax eloquent in RDB about how youth have to change the nation and another thing where we are taught to accept things the way they are......
I studied and made my way through a state which has 69% reservation when the national rule says it should not be over 50%. I studied in a state that is the only state to support the reservation issue openly and wants it to be implemented over and above the 69%!!!!
I dont care a damn actually.
I am just plain indifferent.
I have been facing a broadband connection probelm. Within few minutes of connection, the line would disconnect. To my dismay I noticed my dad had a monster for a connection-DATAONE!!! It was Government service and I had to reach out to them for my problem. If my friend Arpita would would hear me talking like this she would kill me. She was always in support for the govt. Not that the private players were any good. Nevertheless.
So i got up all groggy, to attend this phone call.
The whole conversation is in tamil...
akila: hello?
##$$:(in a very tamil accent...and high pitch) hallo.... There has been a complaint from you regarding your broadband connection.
akila: yes..(am sorry i made a complaint....will you forgive me??)
##$$: Is it a USB or an ethernet card?
akila: Ethernet
##$$: Okie now switch on the computer.
akila: excuse me...but i have picked up the extension from downstairs and I cant transfer it back, so can i call you?
##$$: what??? how many phones do you have?how come you cant transfer back and....a slurry of other useless questions.
akila:what???! is that like important??
##$$: of course it is, you live in that house and you dont know how many phones you have??
do you atleast know to operate the computer?I am the JE talking here.
akila:(i think to myself...jay...what a nice name for a horrible sounding guy!!)
and answer" i think i do, but just a little bit. "
##$$: okie i will call you back....
so I dutifully go upstairs and wait for his call. 5 mins, 10 mins.No call.
I looked at the watch and realised, it was 5:30. Of course he was not going to call back!!!
So I called dad and got this ##$$'s details and called him back and told him it was the same old me. and He continued the conversation right from where left it.
##$$" so have u atleast switched on your computer?
Akila:yes your highness I have
##$$: What is the modem that you have- the white one or the black one?
Akila: ha...the white one.
##$$: the white one? then it has a maroon bottom
Akila: how techno savvy...yes...the white one with a maroon bottom.
##$$:hmmmm that means it is a MT841?
Akila: yes it is Grandmaster.
##$$: Now right click the icon that connects to broadband.
Usually when some one says right click, i generally presume it is to check the properties but the grandmaster had other plans
##$$: what does it say?
Akila: it says connect, status, cut copy,.......
##$$: okie okie...now connect.
Akila: okie....
##$$: Now after it has connected, open a website- anything, yahoo google, anything
Akila: Thank You kind master for giving me the liberty to open any site.
##$$: see, it works doesnt it?? Thats it. It is very simple.
Akila: Okie, but i have a problem
##$$: you still have a problem???
Akila: crouching in fear...yes i do. The connection gets disconnected after 10- 15 mins.
##$$: on it's own?
Akila: ya rite....i disconnect it on my own and go through this pleasurable conversation with you....
##$$: okie, here is a number. Call up these guys and ask them to find out if there is a problem locally.
Akila: so there is no problem from your side then?
##$$: of course not. It has connected hasnt it? Thats my territory until then. I will not move my freaking butt beyond that.
Akila: Okie.Thanks for being so kind and patient with me. Bye.
So I call up this new number and a lady answers a phone.
Men are okie but ladies in government service are scary. The other day i called up the telephone office for some reason(why do i have to do all the calling i wonder at times) and this lady picks up and i tell her my sms-es are not going to a particular number(selective ignorance;)) and she says ,"oh, is it? okie maybe you should come and meet the Grandmaster personally. Only he can solve your problem"
Akila: oh is there no customer service number i can and they would look into or something?
Lady ##$$" OH i just picked up the phone because it rang. You have to meet the grandmaster personally and find out what is the number"
anyways back to our l'il conversation with the new lady. I repeat all my problems to her and what the grandmaster had told me and goes
" We have customers from tiruppur, ooty, udumalpet...... they have no problems. How come you have?"
Akila: oh damn. I didnt realise it was I who was the sinner!!!!
##$$lady2: okie now , you go call the grandmaster and tell him not to blame me and it is actually his problem with the phone line . My territory ends right here"
the line goes blank....Think she went off to claim overtime for the 5 mins she spent talking to me after 5:30 PM.
I was almost in the verge of tears and went downstairs to rant all this to my mum and complain and savage the government employees and get some self pity for getting shouted at for no reason.
MY mum wouldnt even hear me.
She just said "they are like that. You want to get your job done lady then you got to accept it"
I tried calling my dad to explain what happened I even tried to convince him to get a touchtel connection. He wouldnt even hear me out. He just said" They are like that and we need to accept them"
Of course we do......
This morning I was watching the news about the reservation issues and decided I had to take a stand. What was my opinion? Were reservations necessary?
I saw medha patkasr demonstrating and thought to myself what was my stand?
Having lived amidst social orkers for 2 years it was important i took a stand on things. I was either here or there. If not i was not there!!!!!!!!
But I dont have a bloody stand. I dont. I have just become too tolerant and indifferent to have an opinion. Does it really matter what I think. Ya maybe in a 10-15 min GD for a job interview or something but otherwise it doesnt make a difference what I think.
It is one thing for Madhavan to wax eloquent in RDB about how youth have to change the nation and another thing where we are taught to accept things the way they are......
I studied and made my way through a state which has 69% reservation when the national rule says it should not be over 50%. I studied in a state that is the only state to support the reservation issue openly and wants it to be implemented over and above the 69%!!!!
I dont care a damn actually.
I am just plain indifferent.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
at last...!!! graduated
While i was planning my trip to Mumbai, a friend of mine adviced me to take my parents along with me. I just brushed aside this idea and said no way!!!!!!!! first of all they would melt in the heat. Secondly, my mum and dad hate Mumbai. So why trouble them i thought. But during this sultry hot day, when i received my degree i missed them the most. And my brother too.
Oh btw I have graduated.... THANKS..THANKS...
I am done with my masters in personnel management and industrial relations.
All traditions were broken this year when the Prime Minister Manmohan Singh was invited for the convocation. TISS usually doesnt indulge in such extravagance. When i walked into campus, it resembled deonar police station.
oh i forgot to mention about the dept. lunch we had. Our HOD had hosted a small lunch for us. So i rushed to the hotel directly from the airport. Just before i entered the room i ran through my mind, how my friends would welcome me. I paused for a minute and opened the door...and i was not disappointed. Sangha, Kichu, Ambika, Sandy all hugged me.....missed anu and others...
Went back to campus and by the time i knew it the day was over.
The next day went relatively slow and I was at the height of inactivity when i decided i would kill time by deleting my old mails(ya i was really bored) when sangha(thank god) came and hauled me out to her house. We watched RDB, laughed over insane jokes and took the car and left for the airport to receive her mother.
From the airport aunty was kind enough to drop us at Juhu beach.
I and sangha just sat down and ,.......,yapped......what else we do !!!!!!!!!!
We counted aeroplanes, watched them disappear into the clouds , had behl puri. Felt complete when we walked out of the beach.
WE caught up dinner at a joint nearby and went and sat in MOcha.
Sangs had a four storeyed chocolate cake all by herself and left me awe struck!!!!!!!
We came out and took an auto back tot he airport to pick up anu.
My friend called and told me I sounded very cheerful. I told him that was because i was back in my elements. Back in my favourtite city, Back to doing insane things at insane times!!!!!!!
Picked up and reached sangs place.... and ya we slept at four!!!
Woke up at 6:45 for convo!!!!!!!!!!!! and the usual fun times draping sari....
Left for campus. Campus was polished to the brick(literally)...all the crow shit off crow shit marg had been washed off. Fresh paint and tar greeted us.
We reached the holding area and ya no points for guessing..yapped for a while.
Then we formed the procession queue and waited for The PM to come. We had insane ideas about he would land. The best one was the where sanga said" he would land on top of LH1 and while he walked down, we would scream...man in the hostel. Added to this orange would be his escort.(sorry for the tiss lingo...I am sure tissians are laughing their heads off)
A boring convocation. Highpoint : My friend sangha topped.
While the vote of thanks was being read the most bizarre thing happened. An old student of tiss stood up holding a black flag in protest to PM's decision on Narmada issue and the Bhopal Gas tragedy issue. Some of us were angry. Some irritated. Some indifferent. Some happy- quintessially like TISS!!!!Guess the media got their share of flesh for the day.
On to a nice fare from TAJ, we got back to the convo were the others (apart from the toppers) got their degrees. Yours truly was amongst them. Opened the envelope with trepidation. Our last sem grades were in it. Thankful of what i saw in that sheet, we moved on.
It suddenly struck me- I had graduated. Me, ANANTHALAKSHMI has done her masters too!!!!!
I forgot about my graduation ceremony for my engineering. I think I have a come a long way from there. Wish i could have shared those few moments with appa, amma,anna, rajini vaish,shabeer, sushant, arpita, buddha...the list goes on.....
thank you all......most of all Thank You TISS......
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
summer time!
I was on my way back home in the afternoon, which by no means is a pleasurable task with the sun burning down on you. As I entered the lane leading to my house, I noticed a Kwality Walls Salesman on his bright red cycle. The contraption seemed very tech savvy. I saw a small girl contemplating whether she wanted to buy a feast or a simple choco bar(which i love) .For a mere five rupee difference(??) she was racking her brains as to whether she wanted a plain jane vanilla coated with chocolate or a more complicated feast bar with almond fudge!!!
As I passed by, I couldnt but help remember the many a summer time I had spent in Coimbatore. Exams invariably got over by march end or april first week and the books werent touched until june first week. Sometimes I feel I got the best education during these two months. I never really played with dolls as a child. I have very vague memories of having followed my brother around as a very young kid. A few years down the line I was bitten by the reading bug, I devoured the tinkles and amar chitra kathas of the world and graduated soon enough to enid blytons. I have dreamed infinitley(like ever l'il gal who reads enid blyton) of having gangs of friends, meeting up in garages for lemonades. Never really thought of solving mysteries. Even managed to start a gal pal gang in fifth std. We met up at vaishnavi's house. It was a day where we spent talking, watching old videos of vaishnavi doing mohiniattam and of course gorging on usha aunty's food!
All that gave way to a summer of cycling when we were taught to balance one. I vividly remember my cycling trips with then pals sangeetha and sunitha. We went over the whole of colony in our bright and shiny bikes. No motives to burn calories. Just talking and riding the cycle.
Summer in variable brought with it......MANGOES. It has been a part of my life for every summer. Bright shiny, succulent mangoes. When my mum used to sit down to cut them, i would sit like a hawk nearby and grab the pieces right off the knife!!!!(i still do). Mango shakes for all at home was a once in a while affair and hence a much cherished one.
I never really had a native place to go to unlike my other school mates who religiously made trips to their ancestral house. So dad used to make it a point to take us on holidays. We discovered attibelle, thekkady thus with Bhajj uncle and his family. The free breakfast buffets, the fooling around with divya, rakesh and my bro.
Such summers gave way to more grown up(read boring) summers where i used just sleep and watch TV and read books.
Then the ugly thing called board exams raised it's monsterous heads and vacations were no longer nice. We spent time studying for the next year, attending tuitions and so on...
Then came the engineering college holidays(which werent as grand as school...but nevertheless when benchamarked with other colleges our college had considerably more holidays than the rest). I really dont remember doing anything particularly useful during those days. I do remembering studying for CAT during the final yrs of college.
The came my summer holidays with TISS. Oh there were really no holidays in fact as we had to do our summer project.....
But after my graduation from TISS I have 2 months to myself..(1 month down... one more to go) before i join my first job. Feels like olden days and with everyone around me telling i will never get back these days I am on a unsaid mission to well... make use of these days. Use them to relive those parts of my life which i enjoyed the most.-those days when i really moulded myself to be what I am today
Those days which were not spent in hurry to run the race.
Those days which were more simple and definitely more enjoyable.
I reached home, borrowed money from mum(even though my wallet was full), listened to her instructions , took my vehicle back to the ice cream vendor and bought two choco bars- one for me and one for my mum.
As I passed by, I couldnt but help remember the many a summer time I had spent in Coimbatore. Exams invariably got over by march end or april first week and the books werent touched until june first week. Sometimes I feel I got the best education during these two months. I never really played with dolls as a child. I have very vague memories of having followed my brother around as a very young kid. A few years down the line I was bitten by the reading bug, I devoured the tinkles and amar chitra kathas of the world and graduated soon enough to enid blytons. I have dreamed infinitley(like ever l'il gal who reads enid blyton) of having gangs of friends, meeting up in garages for lemonades. Never really thought of solving mysteries. Even managed to start a gal pal gang in fifth std. We met up at vaishnavi's house. It was a day where we spent talking, watching old videos of vaishnavi doing mohiniattam and of course gorging on usha aunty's food!
All that gave way to a summer of cycling when we were taught to balance one. I vividly remember my cycling trips with then pals sangeetha and sunitha. We went over the whole of colony in our bright and shiny bikes. No motives to burn calories. Just talking and riding the cycle.
Summer in variable brought with it......MANGOES. It has been a part of my life for every summer. Bright shiny, succulent mangoes. When my mum used to sit down to cut them, i would sit like a hawk nearby and grab the pieces right off the knife!!!!(i still do). Mango shakes for all at home was a once in a while affair and hence a much cherished one.
I never really had a native place to go to unlike my other school mates who religiously made trips to their ancestral house. So dad used to make it a point to take us on holidays. We discovered attibelle, thekkady thus with Bhajj uncle and his family. The free breakfast buffets, the fooling around with divya, rakesh and my bro.
Such summers gave way to more grown up(read boring) summers where i used just sleep and watch TV and read books.
Then the ugly thing called board exams raised it's monsterous heads and vacations were no longer nice. We spent time studying for the next year, attending tuitions and so on...
Then came the engineering college holidays(which werent as grand as school...but nevertheless when benchamarked with other colleges our college had considerably more holidays than the rest). I really dont remember doing anything particularly useful during those days. I do remembering studying for CAT during the final yrs of college.
The came my summer holidays with TISS. Oh there were really no holidays in fact as we had to do our summer project.....
But after my graduation from TISS I have 2 months to myself..(1 month down... one more to go) before i join my first job. Feels like olden days and with everyone around me telling i will never get back these days I am on a unsaid mission to well... make use of these days. Use them to relive those parts of my life which i enjoyed the most.-those days when i really moulded myself to be what I am today
Those days which were not spent in hurry to run the race.
Those days which were more simple and definitely more enjoyable.
I reached home, borrowed money from mum(even though my wallet was full), listened to her instructions , took my vehicle back to the ice cream vendor and bought two choco bars- one for me and one for my mum.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
STUCK- an evening out in coimbatore
I sometimes feel I am stuck....
Stuck in a spot....
The world is moving so am I...but I am still in the same place.....
Something like the red queen in alice in wonderland....
I still think I have not changed as a person.... I really havent....Beneath all this nose piercing and hair cuts in an effort to atleast look grown up lies a person who hasnt changed at all. My classmates in tiss made fun of me saying i look like a school kid. So much so that people often gift me stuffed toys(which am not exactly fond of)..because they believe I am kiddish...which i dont think I am.....I often argue on a very silly note with people trying to prove the thin line of difference between child like and childish....
Anyways....now back to my main thought.... I am stuck.... and today I found another companion.... My city was also stuck.....!!!
I live in coimbatore....the city is stuck.....
with a name for which humpteen people give umpteen stories of origin.....that is like umpteen*umpteen...
stuck with it s textile mills which are almost obsolete....
stuck with every aspect that was once a pride......
There was new mallu movie in town and my mum wanted to watch it. So thought will take her for an outing and decided to go for the movie.
For starters the movie timings were the same since i have known what movies were....
We reached the movie hall and i got down from the car and there were guys(am sure from some local engg college like mine) who found me and my mum very amusing.....STUCK....
Stuck with "such guys"
We bought the ticket...and entered the theatre.....the place hadnt changed in years...stuck.....
So much so the deaf ticket collector was still there....stuck....
The same carpets...dirtier of course......
Same wobbly seats.....
Me and mum found a place to sit...... and at sharp 5:45, they ran a short film....like the 500000000000 million times earlier on filaria........
so imagine you go out with junta to have a nice time, plan to watch a movie...and what do u see - a movie on filaria...i was half scared I would get filaria in that hall..!!!!!!!!
The theatre was stuck with the concept of educational movie for the masses....good idea..but dont think it really works...still stuck.........
The movie me taught me intricate details about how to clean filaria ridden feet.....worst case scenarios of filaria( just so that i realise that it IS A SERIOUS DISEASE, if i hadnt in the past 10 mins).....
Then a row of ad films....was almost expecting to see....aarthi aarthi...aarthi...(clap clap)...
okie for non- coimby guys...this used to be the high point of our visit to the cinema hall when we were kids... ad films used to be screened before the movie and at that point there used to be a store called aarthi readymades......and it had a very peppy tune for a jingle...that when it came on the whole theatre would sing....'AARTHI AARTHI AARTHI...CLAP CLAP...SUITING SHIRTINGS READYMADE....DESIGNGAL PUDHU PUDHU VIDHAM,...VANNANGAL..PALA PALA RAGAM,,,, AARTHI AARTHI aarthi ...CLAP CLAP"(PHEW;))
but thankfully it was the turn of some other store.....
Then came the movie (very unceremoniously when compared to the ads).....
My mum was all super thrilled because the movie was supposedly shot near her native place in kerala..... (read my earlier blog entries to know how my mum is stuck in a fanatasy mallu land)
It was a mohanlal starrer(i love that guy)......really nice movie,,......but remember the city is stuck.....the current got cut....like good old times..... and like good old times...the hooligans started barking...... the movie resumed and unceremoniously again the movie got cut again....this time for an intermission....no mention...no slides...nothing....ON YOUR FACE!!!
I made a quick call to dad and told him it wasthe break....and my dad very much like his old self asked when the movie would get over(he has hardly seen movies in theatres....the last time he did...he entered in the intermission and was blissfully asleep in 10 mins)....the movie resumed and no points for guessing....unceremoniously....lest anyone buying popcorn, attending to natures call would know it has started !!
awesome movie....me and mum enjoyed it....
It got over...and I and mum walked out...dad was waiting to pick us up...(he was there in a jiffy....that is because of my theory that any place in coimbatore can be reached in 15 mins from any place!)
Me and dad decided to take mum out for dinner and chose...again no points for guessing ...ANNA POORNA....
ask anybody about coimbatore and they will mention three things....
ooty, textiles and annapoorna vadai sambhar!!!!!!!!
we decided to try their north indian cuisine....( coimby guys.....bear with me...i mean cuisine et al....)))
My dad remarked about how his Lion s club meetings used to be held in a small hall next to the restaurant.The place has remained the same as far as i can remember....
my mum and dad very cutely and quintessentially ordered sweet corn soup and cream of tomato soup.....
and we ordered this dish called gobi manchurian....
Okie...now everyone has to know about this gobi manchurian.....everyone in south india/coimby loves gobi manchurian.....
it is neither a chinese dish nor north indian....but any party...any get together...any marriage SHOULD have gobi manchurian..!!!!!!!!!!!! and the hotels across coimby dish it out in various manners and annapoorna makes it in the best possible manner........my mum has even asked in earlier occasions to the waiter...the secret 7X formula behind it.......
and i ordered vegetable do pyasa and the waiter looked at me with a "what the hell was that lady" kind of look....
apparently though it is mentioned in the menu they dont know about it.....so what is available is(no points for guessing again).... malai kofta.... panneer butter masala.....kadai panner/veg...mushroom fry.....STUCK STUCK STUCK!!!
we ordered some naans and kadai veg. and of course GOBI MANCHURIAN....
pop and mum wahed all this down with a glass of horlicks....
Now everyone in coimby/south india in general have a horlicks fetish!!!
I am not even stepping into the coffee area(kaapi....) but horlicks is a must for people who are sick...so when i was young...and having watched horlicks being used in every movie/ real life situation where a person has been admitted to a hospital... (its there...on the side table...near the patient...always....like superman on seinfeld's shelf).... I asked an uncle of mine who was doctor the reason behind the panacea for all illness-HORLICKSSSSSS
he explained to me that the first questions families of patients generally ask him wrt diet of the patient is " can we give him horlicks?" STUCK.....
he went on to say that in fact horlicks is avoidable because it is so heavily malted that patients can sometimes puke because of the malt!!!!!!!!! but no... WE ARE STUCK WITH HORLICKS....AND YA GOBI MANCHURIAN!!!!!!!!!
we took a quite drive back home, the end of an evening out in in coimby at 9:30....the city is almost asleep...!
....I observed...a CCD, a barista on the way back.... hip youngsters hanging out for cuppa.... hmmmm at least somethings have changed..... (or so i think)
I almost felt like being part of the coimbatore algorithm. A perfectly well oiled machine....which churns out millions of protoypes... upgraded every once in a while
.....same school for 14 yrs.... 4 yrs of engg just like every other kovai sarala, kamala, vimala.....
slipped into an mba somewhere (and damned because of that by many a..... not a software engineer after all and not onsite and ya not married!!!!).....
My brother was a step ahead in the code.... he was among the NRIs in my colony just like the guy in the opp house, next door, diagonally opp house, back side house.... and in the colny next to ours.....
like any other kovai mani,pani, shani.....
But behind all this contorted view of coimbatore is a place which is a lovely city(??) to grow up in.... some lovely people....the best climate, the best tasting water.....
No wonder I am stuck....like my city is....the place where i grew up....like the junta around me.....and just like everyone around me I contribute to this program- by being stuck to the same place ...in order to move on.......
no wonder am adorable (:P) in a weird way.....just like coimby is......
Stuck in a spot....
The world is moving so am I...but I am still in the same place.....
Something like the red queen in alice in wonderland....
I still think I have not changed as a person.... I really havent....Beneath all this nose piercing and hair cuts in an effort to atleast look grown up lies a person who hasnt changed at all. My classmates in tiss made fun of me saying i look like a school kid. So much so that people often gift me stuffed toys(which am not exactly fond of)..because they believe I am kiddish...which i dont think I am.....I often argue on a very silly note with people trying to prove the thin line of difference between child like and childish....
Anyways....now back to my main thought.... I am stuck.... and today I found another companion.... My city was also stuck.....!!!
I live in coimbatore....the city is stuck.....
with a name for which humpteen people give umpteen stories of origin.....that is like umpteen*umpteen...
stuck with it s textile mills which are almost obsolete....
stuck with every aspect that was once a pride......
There was new mallu movie in town and my mum wanted to watch it. So thought will take her for an outing and decided to go for the movie.
For starters the movie timings were the same since i have known what movies were....
We reached the movie hall and i got down from the car and there were guys(am sure from some local engg college like mine) who found me and my mum very amusing.....STUCK....
Stuck with "such guys"
We bought the ticket...and entered the theatre.....the place hadnt changed in years...stuck.....
So much so the deaf ticket collector was still there....stuck....
The same carpets...dirtier of course......
Same wobbly seats.....
Me and mum found a place to sit...... and at sharp 5:45, they ran a short film....like the 500000000000 million times earlier on filaria........
so imagine you go out with junta to have a nice time, plan to watch a movie...and what do u see - a movie on filaria...i was half scared I would get filaria in that hall..!!!!!!!!
The theatre was stuck with the concept of educational movie for the masses....good idea..but dont think it really works...still stuck.........
The movie me taught me intricate details about how to clean filaria ridden feet.....worst case scenarios of filaria( just so that i realise that it IS A SERIOUS DISEASE, if i hadnt in the past 10 mins).....
Then a row of ad films....was almost expecting to see....aarthi aarthi...aarthi...(clap clap)...
okie for non- coimby guys...this used to be the high point of our visit to the cinema hall when we were kids... ad films used to be screened before the movie and at that point there used to be a store called aarthi readymades......and it had a very peppy tune for a jingle...that when it came on the whole theatre would sing....'AARTHI AARTHI AARTHI...CLAP CLAP...SUITING SHIRTINGS READYMADE....DESIGNGAL PUDHU PUDHU VIDHAM,...VANNANGAL..PALA PALA RAGAM,,,, AARTHI AARTHI aarthi ...CLAP CLAP"(PHEW;))
but thankfully it was the turn of some other store.....
Then came the movie (very unceremoniously when compared to the ads).....
My mum was all super thrilled because the movie was supposedly shot near her native place in kerala..... (read my earlier blog entries to know how my mum is stuck in a fanatasy mallu land)
It was a mohanlal starrer(i love that guy)......really nice movie,,......but remember the city is stuck.....the current got cut....like good old times..... and like good old times...the hooligans started barking...... the movie resumed and unceremoniously again the movie got cut again....this time for an intermission....no mention...no slides...nothing....ON YOUR FACE!!!
I made a quick call to dad and told him it wasthe break....and my dad very much like his old self asked when the movie would get over(he has hardly seen movies in theatres....the last time he did...he entered in the intermission and was blissfully asleep in 10 mins)....the movie resumed and no points for guessing....unceremoniously....lest anyone buying popcorn, attending to natures call would know it has started !!
awesome movie....me and mum enjoyed it....
It got over...and I and mum walked out...dad was waiting to pick us up...(he was there in a jiffy....that is because of my theory that any place in coimbatore can be reached in 15 mins from any place!)
Me and dad decided to take mum out for dinner and chose...again no points for guessing ...ANNA POORNA....
ask anybody about coimbatore and they will mention three things....
ooty, textiles and annapoorna vadai sambhar!!!!!!!!
we decided to try their north indian cuisine....( coimby guys.....bear with me...i mean cuisine et al....)))
My dad remarked about how his Lion s club meetings used to be held in a small hall next to the restaurant.The place has remained the same as far as i can remember....
my mum and dad very cutely and quintessentially ordered sweet corn soup and cream of tomato soup.....
and we ordered this dish called gobi manchurian....
Okie...now everyone has to know about this gobi manchurian.....everyone in south india/coimby loves gobi manchurian.....
it is neither a chinese dish nor north indian....but any party...any get together...any marriage SHOULD have gobi manchurian..!!!!!!!!!!!! and the hotels across coimby dish it out in various manners and annapoorna makes it in the best possible manner........my mum has even asked in earlier occasions to the waiter...the secret 7X formula behind it.......
and i ordered vegetable do pyasa and the waiter looked at me with a "what the hell was that lady" kind of look....
apparently though it is mentioned in the menu they dont know about it.....so what is available is(no points for guessing again).... malai kofta.... panneer butter masala.....kadai panner/veg...mushroom fry.....STUCK STUCK STUCK!!!
we ordered some naans and kadai veg. and of course GOBI MANCHURIAN....
pop and mum wahed all this down with a glass of horlicks....
Now everyone in coimby/south india in general have a horlicks fetish!!!
I am not even stepping into the coffee area(kaapi....) but horlicks is a must for people who are sick...so when i was young...and having watched horlicks being used in every movie/ real life situation where a person has been admitted to a hospital... (its there...on the side table...near the patient...always....like superman on seinfeld's shelf).... I asked an uncle of mine who was doctor the reason behind the panacea for all illness-HORLICKSSSSSS
he explained to me that the first questions families of patients generally ask him wrt diet of the patient is " can we give him horlicks?" STUCK.....
he went on to say that in fact horlicks is avoidable because it is so heavily malted that patients can sometimes puke because of the malt!!!!!!!!! but no... WE ARE STUCK WITH HORLICKS....AND YA GOBI MANCHURIAN!!!!!!!!!
we took a quite drive back home, the end of an evening out in in coimby at 9:30....the city is almost asleep...!
....I observed...a CCD, a barista on the way back.... hip youngsters hanging out for cuppa.... hmmmm at least somethings have changed..... (or so i think)
I almost felt like being part of the coimbatore algorithm. A perfectly well oiled machine....which churns out millions of protoypes... upgraded every once in a while
.....same school for 14 yrs.... 4 yrs of engg just like every other kovai sarala, kamala, vimala.....
slipped into an mba somewhere (and damned because of that by many a..... not a software engineer after all and not onsite and ya not married!!!!).....
My brother was a step ahead in the code.... he was among the NRIs in my colony just like the guy in the opp house, next door, diagonally opp house, back side house.... and in the colny next to ours.....
like any other kovai mani,pani, shani.....
But behind all this contorted view of coimbatore is a place which is a lovely city(??) to grow up in.... some lovely people....the best climate, the best tasting water.....
No wonder I am stuck....like my city is....the place where i grew up....like the junta around me.....and just like everyone around me I contribute to this program- by being stuck to the same place ...in order to move on.......
no wonder am adorable (:P) in a weird way.....just like coimby is......
Saturday, April 22, 2006
I am back after a small soujourn....
well atleast if i use some words like these I can feel like I have gone on some holiday.
Havent been doing anything useful. Just been myself...
Was watching the grand finale of Indian Idol....The first time i saw an episode was when i was sitting in the studio of Indian idol....so thought might end it in style as well...and hence saw the finals....
While sitting in the studio...I was really impressed by this contestant called Karunya...he sang really well and made all others in the contest sound like kids.
I was almost sure he would win the title...
But today he didnt...another guy called sandeep acharya won...sandeep who sang like a mediocre participant.....
Am sure everyone who voted for sandeep knew that he wasnt the best singer.....
Am sure every soul that saw indian idol knew that karunya deserved to be indian idol....
But he didnt win....and the most loud and obvious reason that came was that he was a south indian....Logically not many south indians watch the programme and hence he lacked the votes...
in spite of this he had made it to the final two....
Now i care little for who is indian idol....neither do i care much if the guy who wins the title is from timbaktu.......
And these thoughts of mine go beyond this silly competition.....
I just couldnt help wonder while everyone waxes eloquent how literacy is the key to bondage of the masses, I felt and not for the first time that, the more educated we are, the more we tie ourselves up.... In shackles which only serves to separate us....
I cried once in tiss,.... to arpita my room mate....
I was astounded at how educated people like us...the so called educated class chose to indulge in behaviour which was akin to people in the krita yuga....
I have been parochial....but you know in a silly way......But I have never let anyone's region of region form the basis of my opinion about him/her.......and i dont think i ever will....
Am sure we all have thoughts that border on these... even our politcal system is structured on this.......
am sure everyday we live with so many things structured around us that we cant break out of it....
and am sure with so many reasons around to fetter us we are comfortable enough not to break them......
as though agreeing to my thoughts MS subba lakshmi sings in the background
"ANTHA NAALUM VANTHU IDA DHO".....(I WISH THOSE DAYS COME")
Gees...i almost feel like an angry 4 yr old who cant find the right words....But i think I feel much better....
DISCLAIMER: for all those souls who are wandering vella......for those who read my blog and make it a point to call me and tell me itz bad....dont bother this time around!!!
well atleast if i use some words like these I can feel like I have gone on some holiday.
Havent been doing anything useful. Just been myself...
Was watching the grand finale of Indian Idol....The first time i saw an episode was when i was sitting in the studio of Indian idol....so thought might end it in style as well...and hence saw the finals....
While sitting in the studio...I was really impressed by this contestant called Karunya...he sang really well and made all others in the contest sound like kids.
I was almost sure he would win the title...
But today he didnt...another guy called sandeep acharya won...sandeep who sang like a mediocre participant.....
Am sure everyone who voted for sandeep knew that he wasnt the best singer.....
Am sure every soul that saw indian idol knew that karunya deserved to be indian idol....
But he didnt win....and the most loud and obvious reason that came was that he was a south indian....Logically not many south indians watch the programme and hence he lacked the votes...
in spite of this he had made it to the final two....
Now i care little for who is indian idol....neither do i care much if the guy who wins the title is from timbaktu.......
And these thoughts of mine go beyond this silly competition.....
I just couldnt help wonder while everyone waxes eloquent how literacy is the key to bondage of the masses, I felt and not for the first time that, the more educated we are, the more we tie ourselves up.... In shackles which only serves to separate us....
I cried once in tiss,.... to arpita my room mate....
I was astounded at how educated people like us...the so called educated class chose to indulge in behaviour which was akin to people in the krita yuga....
I have been parochial....but you know in a silly way......But I have never let anyone's region of region form the basis of my opinion about him/her.......and i dont think i ever will....
Am sure we all have thoughts that border on these... even our politcal system is structured on this.......
am sure everyday we live with so many things structured around us that we cant break out of it....
and am sure with so many reasons around to fetter us we are comfortable enough not to break them......
as though agreeing to my thoughts MS subba lakshmi sings in the background
"ANTHA NAALUM VANTHU IDA DHO".....(I WISH THOSE DAYS COME")
Gees...i almost feel like an angry 4 yr old who cant find the right words....But i think I feel much better....
DISCLAIMER: for all those souls who are wandering vella......for those who read my blog and make it a point to call me and tell me itz bad....dont bother this time around!!!
Friday, April 07, 2006
kaviya velli;)!
okie for all thos wondering what the hell does my title mean.....let me give you a brief background....
I was completely vellllllaaa......so after lunch as usual while i was flicking the tv remote and irritating my dad a the same time...I happened to chance over this movie called KAVIYA THALAIVI....now i will not be a movie critic and tell you all about the movie....but it is supposed to be a tamil classic....so i refused to put it on.....
after my dad left for the office....i put the channel back on and watched the whole movie from title to credits:)!
so that is the title for the day" historical friday".......btw it was a nice movie....typically balachander...
and gemini ganesh who i loathe and call sambhar actually did a good job.....
hmmmmmm now to go on about my vellllaness.....I chanced upon this questionnaire in vivek's blog.....
now now....i will not pretend that I am being forced to fill it...nobody tagged it....i just willingly ctrl-c ctrl V-ed it......:)
Were you named after anyone?
#### yes my grandmother...who was named after hers...who was named after hers....so on...u get it right?? but my granddaughter will be named akila....;)!
2. Do you wish on stars?
#### I leave that shahrukh and kajol.....actually going to think of it I do!!!!!!
so the logical conclusion should be I am kajol!!!!!!!!!!
3. When did you last cry?
#### Thatz quite easy.....i exercise my tear gland very often......last was on my bday when my dad forgot my bday!!!!!!!!
4. Do you like your handwriting?
####of course i do...even RC Dutta told me it was good....now going to think of i am not sure if he was being sarcastic as the notes that he saw was abt HLL.....(sorry for the pvt joke but tissians will understand)
5. What is your favourite meat?
####hmmmmmmm....should i say chicken....or should i say mutton...oh am a veggie btw....(most ppl would think the above line is for the sake of being funny....(arpita in case ur reading) ....but itz actually because I am vella....
What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?
#### hmmmmm cdz.... nah no embarrassing cdz...but tapes...yes a boyzone tape.....ya.ya we all commit mistakes....I even liked the gay guy in the band...steve!!!1
7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
####If i were a gal......NO.....
if i were a guy........... itz a no brainer....NO!!!!!!!!!!(reallly.....i am extremely moody....)
8.Are you a daredevil?
#### well...no... but i can parasail.....but cant do a roller coaster(tried it once)
9. How do you release anger?
Well...I attach a bucket through a tube which goes into my left year and then start shouting RELEASE....RELEASE.......
OR i remember my 7th std yoga teacher and sing RELAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
10. Where is your second home?
It used to be Mumbai.....now i have none...I have just one...
11. Do you trust others easily?
NO i dont....neither do i trust myself so easily....but i trust myself to put my foot into my mouth anytime...!!!!!
12. What was your favourite toy as a child?
It's weird but true...i never played with toys.....
13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless?
I thought school was enriching....after school i had four hazy years...i dont remember what i did.....those four years of my life i think are the most ^&*^*%&$%^$%#$#^^*& days...so the answer is pretty much what i did in those four years...it-that must-not-be-named....
14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I try.....
15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?
#### I think the whole idea of sex-drugs and rock and roll sucks... and the mosh pit is an embodiment of the same.....
16. What do you look for in a girl?
#### I think this questionnaire was quintessially like a lot of other things designed with guys in mind:)! but still...like a lot of other things i treat this question like UNISEX....
I like smart gals....independent ones.....with no obbssessive compuslive disorder of affiliation motives.... who like to have their space....
17. Would you bungee jump?
Mebbe yes....
18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
thatz a nice question...I just observed this habit of mine yesterday.....I dont.....am so lazy i dont....so lazy that i walk around with my floater without putting the flap on!!!!!!so that it's easy to remove
19. What's your favourite ice cream?
#### chocolate...
20. What are your favourite colours?
#####black.....
21. What are your least favourite things?
#### hmmm public toilets.... liars, hypocrites, ppl with a lot of affiliation motives..... basically all corporates;):)!and no i didnt mean that statement!!!!!!!!!!!
22. How many people do you have a crush on right now?
#### none....likus singulus.....but otherwise.....josh hartnett....joan baez.... the doc on LOST, (i know....!!!!!!!!!!) RAJINI..KANTH....(I just saw dhalapathy....what a movie......rajini rocks...)
23. Who do you miss most right now?
will change that to a what..... I miss pasta...I have been craving for pasta..... some creamy pasta.....!!!!!!!! and ya i miss anu....spent ayear with that gal and look what shez making me do.....i am watching SUN MUSICCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!scary!!!!
24. What are you listening to right now?
#### a whole lot of joan baez and dylan.... and some bruce springsteen....
25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
#### I wouldnt want to be a crayon.....but if i am one i will be only a wax crayon....maybe orange..../black....
26. What is the weather like right now?
#### itz nice....:)
27. Last person you talked to on the phone?
#### dad....told him i watched kaviya thalaivi!!!!!!!!!!!
28. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex?
####Thank God for this UNISEX question..... I dont know....
All that i know is the manz got be funny and intelligent.... no brains...no gains;)!
29. Do you like the person who sent you this?
Considering i got it myself.....of course i love myself;)!
30. How are you today?
#### Velllla.....
31. Favourite non alcoholic drink?
#### loads of stuff....Chocolate Milk Shake, dubey dughdhalay butter milk.....mango juice....orange juice....real juice...
32. Favourite alcoholic drink?
#### Like Jai says...I will not drink alcohol until it tastes like orange juice!!!!
33. Natural hair colour?
wish russell peters heard this question.......... helloooooooooo we are indian...we have only black or brown....or maybe grey....! RP rocks....
34. Eye colour?
Black....wish i had hazel..... then i could have auditioned for ANGEL as a demon without make up!!!
35. Wear contacts?
####NOpes....
36. Siblings?
#### yep....one big brother.........
37. Favourite month?
#### march, april may.....
38. Favourite food?
okie boring question with 2 long an answer...
39. Favourite day of the year?
when my summer holidays begin...and i realise i have 2 whole months ahead me....with nothing to dooooooooooo!!and this year it was march 23rd....but DAMNno more summer hoildays after this one...
40. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?
#### Ask some1?? I have never asked anyone out:))okie dont get to my throat thinking I am the quintessial female who has to be asked out..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
41. Scary movies or happy endings?
#### Neither...sucker for movies with a roman holiday kind of endings.....!
42. Summer or winter?
####Summer.
43. Holi or Diwali?
#### both rock....had a bucket, mud pit loads of fun playing holi this year!
44. Do you like your name?
#### are u kidding me...with a 14 letter long name.....nobody will!!!!!!!!!!! I love akila.....!!!!!!But i Thank God my parents didnt give me a name that was UNISEX!!!!! (hahaha hope ur reading this 1)
sorry abt the pvt joke,,,... but hell its my blog !!!!!!
45. What book/magazine are you reading?
#### gerald durrell...my family and other animals...apart from the HINDU
46. What's on your mouse pad?
THE MOUSE!!!!!!!!!DUH raised to infinity
47. What did you watch on TV last night?
##### 8 SIMPLE RULES OF DATING MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER... last episode of this season...!!:(((((
48. Favourite Smell?
#### the smell of money...currency notes;)! apart from petrol, kerosene....
49. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone?
Of course we all do....the very next minute!!!!!!!!!!!
50. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done?
##### i would have wanted to say filling up this questionnaire....but i have done lots of other tiring stuff which cant in any remote alternate world be compared to this self afflicted action of mine....!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was completely vellllllaaa......so after lunch as usual while i was flicking the tv remote and irritating my dad a the same time...I happened to chance over this movie called KAVIYA THALAIVI....now i will not be a movie critic and tell you all about the movie....but it is supposed to be a tamil classic....so i refused to put it on.....
after my dad left for the office....i put the channel back on and watched the whole movie from title to credits:)!
so that is the title for the day" historical friday".......btw it was a nice movie....typically balachander...
and gemini ganesh who i loathe and call sambhar actually did a good job.....
hmmmmmm now to go on about my vellllaness.....I chanced upon this questionnaire in vivek's blog.....
now now....i will not pretend that I am being forced to fill it...nobody tagged it....i just willingly ctrl-c ctrl V-ed it......:)
Were you named after anyone?
#### yes my grandmother...who was named after hers...who was named after hers....so on...u get it right?? but my granddaughter will be named akila....;)!
2. Do you wish on stars?
#### I leave that shahrukh and kajol.....actually going to think of it I do!!!!!!
so the logical conclusion should be I am kajol!!!!!!!!!!
3. When did you last cry?
#### Thatz quite easy.....i exercise my tear gland very often......last was on my bday when my dad forgot my bday!!!!!!!!
4. Do you like your handwriting?
####of course i do...even RC Dutta told me it was good....now going to think of i am not sure if he was being sarcastic as the notes that he saw was abt HLL.....(sorry for the pvt joke but tissians will understand)
5. What is your favourite meat?
####hmmmmmmm....should i say chicken....or should i say mutton...oh am a veggie btw....(most ppl would think the above line is for the sake of being funny....(arpita in case ur reading) ....but itz actually because I am vella....
What is your most embarrassing CD on your shelf?
#### hmmmmm cdz.... nah no embarrassing cdz...but tapes...yes a boyzone tape.....ya.ya we all commit mistakes....I even liked the gay guy in the band...steve!!!1
7. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
####If i were a gal......NO.....
if i were a guy........... itz a no brainer....NO!!!!!!!!!!(reallly.....i am extremely moody....)
8.Are you a daredevil?
#### well...no... but i can parasail.....but cant do a roller coaster(tried it once)
9. How do you release anger?
Well...I attach a bucket through a tube which goes into my left year and then start shouting RELEASE....RELEASE.......
OR i remember my 7th std yoga teacher and sing RELAXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
10. Where is your second home?
It used to be Mumbai.....now i have none...I have just one...
11. Do you trust others easily?
NO i dont....neither do i trust myself so easily....but i trust myself to put my foot into my mouth anytime...!!!!!
12. What was your favourite toy as a child?
It's weird but true...i never played with toys.....
13. What class in school/college do you think is totally useless?
I thought school was enriching....after school i had four hazy years...i dont remember what i did.....those four years of my life i think are the most ^&*^*%&$%^$%#$#^^*& days...so the answer is pretty much what i did in those four years...it-that must-not-be-named....
14. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
I try.....
15. Have you ever been in a mosh pit?
#### I think the whole idea of sex-drugs and rock and roll sucks... and the mosh pit is an embodiment of the same.....
16. What do you look for in a girl?
#### I think this questionnaire was quintessially like a lot of other things designed with guys in mind:)! but still...like a lot of other things i treat this question like UNISEX....
I like smart gals....independent ones.....with no obbssessive compuslive disorder of affiliation motives.... who like to have their space....
17. Would you bungee jump?
Mebbe yes....
18. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
thatz a nice question...I just observed this habit of mine yesterday.....I dont.....am so lazy i dont....so lazy that i walk around with my floater without putting the flap on!!!!!!so that it's easy to remove
19. What's your favourite ice cream?
#### chocolate...
20. What are your favourite colours?
#####black.....
21. What are your least favourite things?
#### hmmm public toilets.... liars, hypocrites, ppl with a lot of affiliation motives..... basically all corporates;):)!and no i didnt mean that statement!!!!!!!!!!!
22. How many people do you have a crush on right now?
#### none....likus singulus.....but otherwise.....josh hartnett....joan baez.... the doc on LOST, (i know....!!!!!!!!!!) RAJINI..KANTH....(I just saw dhalapathy....what a movie......rajini rocks...)
23. Who do you miss most right now?
will change that to a what..... I miss pasta...I have been craving for pasta..... some creamy pasta.....!!!!!!!! and ya i miss anu....spent ayear with that gal and look what shez making me do.....i am watching SUN MUSICCCCCCCCCCC!!!!!!!!scary!!!!
24. What are you listening to right now?
#### a whole lot of joan baez and dylan.... and some bruce springsteen....
25. If you were a crayon, what colour would you be?
#### I wouldnt want to be a crayon.....but if i am one i will be only a wax crayon....maybe orange..../black....
26. What is the weather like right now?
#### itz nice....:)
27. Last person you talked to on the phone?
#### dad....told him i watched kaviya thalaivi!!!!!!!!!!!
28. The "first" thing you notice about the opposite sex?
####Thank God for this UNISEX question..... I dont know....
All that i know is the manz got be funny and intelligent.... no brains...no gains;)!
29. Do you like the person who sent you this?
Considering i got it myself.....of course i love myself;)!
30. How are you today?
#### Velllla.....
31. Favourite non alcoholic drink?
#### loads of stuff....Chocolate Milk Shake, dubey dughdhalay butter milk.....mango juice....orange juice....real juice...
32. Favourite alcoholic drink?
#### Like Jai says...I will not drink alcohol until it tastes like orange juice!!!!
33. Natural hair colour?
wish russell peters heard this question.......... helloooooooooo we are indian...we have only black or brown....or maybe grey....! RP rocks....
34. Eye colour?
Black....wish i had hazel..... then i could have auditioned for ANGEL as a demon without make up!!!
35. Wear contacts?
####NOpes....
36. Siblings?
#### yep....one big brother.........
37. Favourite month?
#### march, april may.....
38. Favourite food?
okie boring question with 2 long an answer...
39. Favourite day of the year?
when my summer holidays begin...and i realise i have 2 whole months ahead me....with nothing to dooooooooooo!!and this year it was march 23rd....but DAMNno more summer hoildays after this one...
40. Have you ever been too shy to ask someone out?
#### Ask some1?? I have never asked anyone out:))okie dont get to my throat thinking I am the quintessial female who has to be asked out..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
41. Scary movies or happy endings?
#### Neither...sucker for movies with a roman holiday kind of endings.....!
42. Summer or winter?
####Summer.
43. Holi or Diwali?
#### both rock....had a bucket, mud pit loads of fun playing holi this year!
44. Do you like your name?
#### are u kidding me...with a 14 letter long name.....nobody will!!!!!!!!!!! I love akila.....!!!!!!But i Thank God my parents didnt give me a name that was UNISEX!!!!! (hahaha hope ur reading this 1)
sorry abt the pvt joke,,,... but hell its my blog !!!!!!
45. What book/magazine are you reading?
#### gerald durrell...my family and other animals...apart from the HINDU
46. What's on your mouse pad?
THE MOUSE!!!!!!!!!DUH raised to infinity
47. What did you watch on TV last night?
##### 8 SIMPLE RULES OF DATING MY TEENAGE DAUGHTER... last episode of this season...!!:(((((
48. Favourite Smell?
#### the smell of money...currency notes;)! apart from petrol, kerosene....
49. Have you ever regretted breaking up with someone?
Of course we all do....the very next minute!!!!!!!!!!!
50. Most tiresome thing you’ve ever experienced/done?
##### i would have wanted to say filling up this questionnaire....but i have done lots of other tiring stuff which cant in any remote alternate world be compared to this self afflicted action of mine....!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
my beauty...
I am velllllaaaaaaaaaa(got it right , buddy?) okie okie....my friend writes ,.,....
"the term is 'vella' and not 'vela'...wots in a freaking 'l' u ask?well a lot apparently, as was disclosed to me by my dear north indianfriend(parts deleted to protect identity)u cud normally say 'vela' in a straight flow... but tat is just sooooowrong... u shud say 'velllla' ensuring the tongue touching the upperpalate while enunciating the "l" sound.... it helps embody thecomplete lack of anythin else useful to do in tat time of enunciation:P so u see... how important it is??? :P :))))"
so decided to help my folks with my brother's wedding preparations. Assumed the role of the wedding planner, gave myself enough publicity even before i made an effort to do iota of work for them.
My mum suddenly decided to go saree shopping
shopping??? what..???!shopping???
....I love shopping....of course...i love shopping....who doesnt....???!;)!
There was a sale running (10% off on anything that you pick).....The shop that we chose belongs to a friend of ours and is a very traditional shop run by very modern people. The owner of the store came in sporting a satya paul saree.....and ushered us in.....after all the OH CONGRATULATIONS...!!!!!!!!! IS THIS YOUR DAUGHTER??? OHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHH EHHHHHHHHHHH KHAWUIRY785638YIFHM4I7T6348T73976
We flopped ourselves on the floor to take a look at the sarees........
And for those two hours...I enjoyed myself....but couldnt help remembering tom hanks in You've got mail.....
Short decaf cap," "Tall mocha latte." "Grande lowfat regular.
oh man...the choices we have to make.....burgundy, brown, oh no no black....white....make it off white......yellow...golden brown, peacock blue..!!!!!!!!!!
kanchipuram.....pure kanchipuram.....cotton silk....silk cotton(yep there s a difference)...crepe, chiffon...,
and then they showed me the beauty...........I fell in love with her,......and and like all beauties she was out of reach!!!!!!!
I got the shocker when i saw her price tag.......bid her adieu...wished her well...hated the person who would love her and take her home after me.....held her in my arms...refused to let her go....!!
looking at my lunacy...my mum relented....!!!!!!!!!!!hooorah....!!!!
she is a peachish orangish- whateverish kanchivaram....with a wine red jari.....rich...classy....elegant......my beauty....!!!
for all those who wnat to see her....be there....august 31st....seshadri manadapam....coimbatore...
"the term is 'vella' and not 'vela'...wots in a freaking 'l' u ask?well a lot apparently, as was disclosed to me by my dear north indianfriend(parts deleted to protect identity)u cud normally say 'vela' in a straight flow... but tat is just sooooowrong... u shud say 'velllla' ensuring the tongue touching the upperpalate while enunciating the "l" sound.... it helps embody thecomplete lack of anythin else useful to do in tat time of enunciation:P so u see... how important it is??? :P :))))"
so decided to help my folks with my brother's wedding preparations. Assumed the role of the wedding planner, gave myself enough publicity even before i made an effort to do iota of work for them.
My mum suddenly decided to go saree shopping
shopping??? what..???!shopping???
....I love shopping....of course...i love shopping....who doesnt....???!;)!
There was a sale running (10% off on anything that you pick).....The shop that we chose belongs to a friend of ours and is a very traditional shop run by very modern people. The owner of the store came in sporting a satya paul saree.....and ushered us in.....after all the OH CONGRATULATIONS...!!!!!!!!! IS THIS YOUR DAUGHTER??? OHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHH EHHHHHHHHHHH KHAWUIRY785638YIFHM4I7T6348T73976
We flopped ourselves on the floor to take a look at the sarees........
And for those two hours...I enjoyed myself....but couldnt help remembering tom hanks in You've got mail.....
Short decaf cap," "Tall mocha latte." "Grande lowfat regular.
oh man...the choices we have to make.....burgundy, brown, oh no no black....white....make it off white......yellow...golden brown, peacock blue..!!!!!!!!!!
kanchipuram.....pure kanchipuram.....cotton silk....silk cotton(yep there s a difference)...crepe, chiffon...,
and then they showed me the beauty...........I fell in love with her,......and and like all beauties she was out of reach!!!!!!!
I got the shocker when i saw her price tag.......bid her adieu...wished her well...hated the person who would love her and take her home after me.....held her in my arms...refused to let her go....!!
looking at my lunacy...my mum relented....!!!!!!!!!!!hooorah....!!!!
she is a peachish orangish- whateverish kanchivaram....with a wine red jari.....rich...classy....elegant......my beauty....!!!
for all those who wnat to see her....be there....august 31st....seshadri manadapam....coimbatore...
Sunday, March 26, 2006
money for nothing??
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...???
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...???
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………
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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”
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..!!!!
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