tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54612461424399617422024-03-13T07:28:50.357-07:00Disoriented Neuronsthe wires in the head let loose..Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.comBlogger117125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-2209980192663146532013-03-06T18:47:00.001-08:002013-03-06T18:54:37.507-08:00With every decision you have ever made, you will live<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
When you wander too close to the edge of the cliff;<br />
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The heart races, almost palpitating..<br />
Your gut twitches and the brain signals one thousand SOS!<br />
Every sense wrongs you, every feeling is inhibitory<br />
All you hear is, No.<br />
Panic alarms go off,
sound like a siren, pounding against your ear.<br />
Consciously, you can feel the ground, every grain, every pebble, every single crevice.<br />
Your body screams, just get back to reality and walk away.<br />
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But something inside you refuses.<br />
Words start flowing through your head.<br />
Fear, safety, reason, survival, deception, impulse, courage, curiosity, excitement, adventure!<br />
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What’s the worst that could happen?<br />
So many things! You're stupid!<br />
Every cell in you pleads, to give up, asking you to stop!<br />
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You want to quit, to take a time-out.<br />
Terrified, almost trembling, you dare!<br />
to take a look into what lies beyond.<br />
The sea calms you a little.<br />
Shuts every sensation for a second.<br />
In this very moment you know that you have to.<br />
You wouldn't be able to live with yourself if you didn't.<br />
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As your legs take the plunge, your heart sinks.<br />
Brain dies temporarily and you freeze<br />
You don't think anymore. You feel.<br />
Like you've never felt before.<br />
It’s good, Very good.<br />
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*splash*
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Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-91556242686197649442012-04-19T20:32:00.000-07:002012-04-19T20:32:14.469-07:00'A nice flight' is a myth<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8MuEROE8EQ/T5DF40JGcDI/AAAAAAAAAp4/At2kOK81iCI/s1600/happy%2Bplane.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="271" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8MuEROE8EQ/T5DF40JGcDI/AAAAAAAAAp4/At2kOK81iCI/s320/happy%2Bplane.jpg" /></a></div><br />
What is the first thing that comes to your mind when you hear the word 'plane'? Zooming around in the sky? or Meeting the hottest air-hostess? <br />
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Well, in my opinion, Air-travel couldn't be more over-rated! Why, you ask? Here, I give you 10 reasons why planes simply suck! <br />
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10. People think they are smarter. Seriously. You will always find one guy who wants to monitor everyone's overhead luggage and readjust it just so he could establish his 'flight-experience' :-/ Funnier enough, you find people mark their territories in sections of the flight THEY take care of. How about, help when you are asked to and let the flight-staff do their work, moron! <br />
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9. You can barely be comfortable for the entire duration of the flight + the time of boarding / take off. The seats are NOT recliners and the pillow is a joke. Blankets make you itchy (not warm) and the neck-rest reaches the top of my head :S<br />
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8. Everything is sub-standard. Their wi-fi, their card-readers, their shopping catalogs, their beer! and yet, they term it being 'world-class' just because its up-in-the-air! Plus, you can almost always fall. Doesn't that scare the shit out of you?!<br />
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7. Whats with frustrated air-hostesses? <br />
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6. The screens are faulty, the earphones might make you deaf, telecast is fluctuating /eye-hurting, the collection of programs plain sucks and the movies are SO edited that you can't make head-or-tail out of it. <br />
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5. A smile costs a million dollars! No-one even thanks the flight-staff anymore and there is an uproar even if the flight is 30 seconds late. <br />
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4. You are expected to dress well. Especially if you belong to the feminine gender. Your baggage is judged, your hair, the brand of your clothes, shoes, even the book that you read matters! It defines you and whether you are speak-worthy or not. <br />
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3. Every seat has its advantages / disadvantages. If you sit on the window, you need to scream everytime the air-hostess asks you something.. and if you sit at aisle, you need to get up everytime your fellow passenger feels like. You can't just let them slide, there is no leg-room anyway. <br />
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2. Plane food is ass. There, i said it. <br />
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1. EVERYONE farts in a plane! Courtesy the food of course. As the journey progresses, the air in the plane starts feeling funny, if you notice.. and if they have served beef jerky, even god can't save you. <br />
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Trains are slower but they are the better means to travel any day. If only we could practically slide all continents and stick them to each other! Sigh! <br />
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P.S. I realize that this post makes me sound like a super-brat. But, if I pay $800-$1000 for a service, I better get an efficient one. <br />
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P.S.S. Like you figured, I traveled a lot in the last few months. Made some life defining decisions and some heart-breaking ones. Updates follow, soon :)Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-40920452477253697262012-04-10T14:20:00.001-07:002012-04-10T14:24:13.177-07:00Illumination<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/167339_10150131087538760_760498759_7974142_3837866_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="570" width="720" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/167339_10150131087538760_760498759_7974142_3837866_n.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Parting clouds of darkness away,<br />
you soak me in your silver shine<br />
and radiate an eternal beauty <br />
that comforts me, lightens the air,<br />
brightens my very soul..<br />
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You glare at me with those unruly eyes,<br />
and yet, that's a sense of calm<br />
like I've never felt before..<br />
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We outshine all others tonight,<br />
and this feels right.<br />
You're the orb of my darkest night,<br />
You're My Moon. <br />
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P.S. Photo credits: Arjun Menon. Check out his facebook page <a href="https://www.facebook.com/ArtLeavesAMark">here</a>Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-51548923442737749422011-12-09T00:53:00.000-08:002011-12-10T06:59:12.799-08:00The Gym and its turbanators!After writing the previous post, every time I entered the Gym, I noticed atleast one thing that I totally HAD to share with you guys! And also because the last post was so well received, here comes another gym story! :P<br />
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For a little background..<br />
My gym has 4 trainers. Lets call them, M, S, R and V. <br />
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M is sweeeet! He is around all day and also is my trainer and hence, I have this extra special respect for him :) <br />
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S is the floor-manager. Everyone listens to him. He pushes people way too much and is slightly biased towards people who can pick up weights above 60 lbs at once :-/ Sometimes, he just unwraps a candy-bar, gulps the whole thing in 2 bites and then tells anyone who would listen, "Want it? Deserve it first!!!" :-/<br />
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R is the jallaaaad! He is devil in a track-suit! He came to overlook my exercises on my 2nd day at Gym and practically made me regret my decision to join in the first place! <br />
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V is a pig. He is a sleazy pig-man! I despise the way he looks at people and his smirk makes me want to pick up the heaviest dumb-bell and bang it right on his head! He is around only in the evenings and yes, I don't even walk the roads of my gym at that time. <br />
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Getting back to the entire point of the turbanator post.<br />
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I am a morning person. Evenings are for indulgence and not for workouts. But then, there was this one day when I went to Gym at 6pm; And, I saw him. <br />
He was this absolutely gorgeous man with the perfect body, lifting weights by himself. His aura drained the presence of every other soul in the room, it felt like summer breeze. The features, the glow, the body language; everything about him just screamed “PERFECT”! Yes, he wore a black turban, but who cared about his religion when he had that super-awesome body! After 1 whole minute of mindlessly staring at him, I got back to reality and sprinted away with a big blush on my face :P <br />
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I couldn’t help but just notice that one man throughout my session. I don’t think I have ever had a more dumbfounded episode in my entire life. When he left, I felt like someone had just ripped off my heart and sent it along with him. But then V prove that he is the biggest pig on the face of the earth and I decided never to go back there in the evening. <br />
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Next day, when I walked in at my usual 10am slot, the atmosphere was different. The glee was in the very air and everyone seemed to be eagerly waiting for something to happen. I asked M for updates. <br />
Me: Is something wrong? <br />
M: No. Yesterday we had a new member join us. That's all. <br />
Me: So? something happened yesterday?<br />
M: (Big grin) He is a sardarji. <br />
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My heart skipped a beat! It was almost like God had planned this for us! Today I shall be reunited with the man of my dreams. The cycling equipment showed a much higher heart-rate than it normally would and I just couldn't help it. As I paddled away, all I could think about were conversation starters: His arms; No, the mark on his forehead; No, how does one become Sikh; No, dammmit!<br />
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And then he walked in the room. <br />
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My world started spinning and I was short for breath. This guy wasn't even close to that guy! Firstly, He was short. Even shorter than me.. and that is saying something! Then, he was wearing 10s of rings and 4-5 gold-chains. He probably weighed 100 kilos and sported a blue-white spotted turban. I stared at him open-mouthedly for 1 whole minute (just like I had looked at the other man), but this time, it was out of amusement. If that guy was sex on a stick; this guy was a small barrel, barrel with a colorful turban. <br />
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M heartily welcomed him with a hug. Turns out, R was sardarji's trainer and made his life miserable. This was what everyone derived enjoyment out of :-/ <br />
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I finished my aerobics and moved towards the treadmill as the man changed into his gym-outfit in the men's room. I was obviously disappointed but chose to ignore the event and concentrate on my purpose. "Today I would run the fastest I ever have", I told myself before taking off. After a quick warm-up, R headed Sardarji towards the center for stretching exercises. Then, I couldn't believe what my ears heard. The man was practically screaming out sex-noises! I had to hit the *stop* button to prevent myself from falling off the tracks and everyone was heartily laughing their lungs out. <br />
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I couldn't stop myself from peeking in their direction and the scene was not very different from a sex position. They were on the floor with R on top and Sardarji screaming out, "Oh God, stop!!!" I was too shocked to react. I scanned the room to search for someone to take inspiration from, someone who was ignoring the incident; but even the trainers found it too amusing to overlook! After 2 whole minutes of entertainment, S asked everyone to get back to work with his candy-bar stunt. I restarted the treadmill and began walking. BB walked passed by me and whispered in my ear, "This is only the beginning." <br />
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After stretching, R assigned the treadmill right beside me to Sardarji [SD]. I could practically feel everyone's eyes on our corner. It made me super uncomfortable. <br />
SD: R sir, My stamina has considerably increased!<br />
R: In one day? <br />
SD: Its not about number of days, its about the amount of effort I put in yesterday.<br />
R: Anyway, walk while you talk!<br />
SD: Also, my diet-chart is very strict. <br />
R: You have a problem with that? <br />
SD: Yes. I am not allowed to eat anything!! <br />
R: What nonsense. You aren't allowed to eat just a few things. <br />
SD: Don't tell me what I shouldn't eat. Tell me what I should eat!<br />
R: You should eat everything apart from the things mentioned on your list. Avoid junk, rice and non-veg particularly. <br />
SD: Give me examples. <br />
R: You can eat leafy vegetables!<br />
SD: Something nice..?<br />
R: No, nothing 'nice'. No sweets, no fried and no spicy food. <br />
SD: Then what should I eat everyday? <br />
R: You should eat "lauki"! (bottle-gourd). It is healthy, it is cooling and good for weight-loss. <br />
SD: Sir, how does one eat spice-less lauki everyday? <br />
R: Well, you should have thought about this before gaining 40 kilos of extra weight!! Now shut-up and run!<br />
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At that point, It had just gotten too much for me to take! I hit the *stop* button. <br />
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R: (to me) You have 10 more minutes to go! <br />
Me: I would rather run those in the courtyard. <br />
R: Why? <br />
Me: Nothing, fresh air.<br />
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So yea, my gym is way too action-packed!! It is the highlight of my day and now with Sardarji coming at my time, it is one of the things I actually look forward to :P<br />
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P.S. Turns out, BB is the new star of the Gym. He lost some 12 kilos in 2 months. He attributes his success to his "protein shake" and "Co-operation of the trainers".. BUT, you and I might just know the *real* reason behind it ;)Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-22042580096664215202011-12-01T11:27:00.000-08:002011-12-02T03:45:15.986-08:00The Gym, the guys and the water-cooler..Yes, I finally agreed that I don't like what I see in the mirror and resolved to change it. When I was new to it, I hated it. But well, you have to get used to some things in life and so did I. What I did not realize was that, going to the gym can be very dangerous. With all the eye-candy around, It is like walking on a highway's yellow line. A little toe here or there can get you killed :-/<br />
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You ask me how? I will tell you. <br />
<b>You can never make out a guy's age at the gym.</b> <br />
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Doesn't sound horrifying enough? You wait till you hear the stories!<br />
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So I am 22, right? So ideally, guys I would consider would be 22-26, right? All this while in a college set-up, it was very easy to choose guys to chase; considering that your batch kinda gives away your age. But at a gym, no-one looks their age!<br />
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The guy who started talking to me first turned out to be 19! Children these days! They start gyming from school days and puff-up their bodies to look 10 years elder! <br />
He asked me what I did and called me "Didi" to burn down all my emotions :(<br />
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There was this one exercise that I was doing wrong and this gym-member corrected me. So that led to a very interesting conversation about muscle tone and yes, interesting conversations are always a turn ON! But, my bad luck soon caught-up and he asked me, "Which standard are you in, Beta?" <br />
At first I thought he wasn't talking to me. But then, to my horror, he pointed and repeated the question. I knew he was much elder than me and I guessed 30ish. What I didn't know was that he was a 42 year old 6-pack obsessed uncle.<br />
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<i>Now you see why I said that about gym and men!?</i><br />
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Well, My initial days at the gym were spent lusting a tall-fair-chubby guy who always wore blue clothes. I'll call him Blue-boy (BB) :P. So, after 1 whole week of eye-contact and timid smiles, we have a dialogue. He was skipping in the courtyard and I was sent there for jogging-rounds. <br />
BB: (stops hastily) You need the rope?<br />
Me: What!? <br />
BB: Rope, skipping rope! (with animated actions)<br />
Me: Oh! I heard something totally bizarre!<br />
BB: What did you hear? <br />
Me: Dope. (sly smile :P)<br />
BB: Haha! Wow. I can use some of that right now! God knows that losing weight the straight way is tough!<br />
Me: Err.. I should get started on those rounds.. <br />
BB: Listen, I don't do drugs ha!<br />
Me: Huh? <br />
BB: I mentioned needing pot right? I don't do it. <br />
Me: Good for you. (tightening my shoe-laces to take off)<br />
BB: No, believe me. I'm very much against all vices. I have even stopped talking to my friends who began smoking. <br />
Me: OK. (straight-face)<br />
BB: I don't befriend smokers or dopers or alcoholics or arts students because they are usually smokers or dopers or alcoholics. You aren't a student of arts, right? <br />
Me: No, but..<br />
BB: I knew it! And you are not Marathi either! I'm not very fond of Marathi-people. <br />
Me: Hmm. You know what? I need to be running now and you should jump. So I guess we can talk later..<br />
BB: Aree no, Why you getting into formality?! I'm taking a break anyway. So, where was I? Yes, I don't like Marathis or Punjabis. I might look like a Punjabi, but I'm actually a Sindhi. You are not a Sindhi, are you? <br />
Me: Nope. But I need to run now. So, bye!<br />
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Since that day, every time I see him, he comes to gym wearing a white tee which says "No Smoking". This has been on since so long that now, I can openly judge him to be someone worth avoiding forever. <br />
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So yea, there was sweaty-sweeterson, adidas-ganji-guy, smug-face, black-gloved knight, Garfield-butt, lifts-like-a-girl, stares-at-the-wrong-place, Tom-cruise-lookalike, brown-eyes-chin-dimple etc etc; but they don't come at my time, so who cares!<br />
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And now the mystery of the water-cooler! Tan-tana!!<br />
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So while one works out, one takes a water break. So, in 1 hour, I drink water about 3-4 times. The time-out at the cooler is a perfect opportunity for one to make conversation with others. So, being the observant person I am, I have noticed that during crowded hours, when a hot girl makes her way towards the cooler, guys choose to take time-outs and rush there :P <br />
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I noticed that this one person, [lets call him Creepy-eyes (CE)] started coming to the cooler when I was there. I found it so weird that I started carrying my own bottle to the gym :-/<br />
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Such stuff happens everywhere, It depends how you choose to react to them. I have decided that gym-guys are not for me. They are just good to look at; but when you interact with them, you wish the earth would tear apart and swallow them whole! Or they are taken and you wouldn't want them to think of you as a cling-on. <br />
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So, Gym is strictly for nirmal anand (mild entertainment) and for other stuff, we have the blogs ;) :PExpresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-42473072537901826172011-11-10T13:21:00.000-08:002011-11-10T20:37:16.007-08:00GrayscaleLove. The chase. The madness. <br />
Essence of Life. Hyped concept. <br />
The lust for more and more of Love. <br />
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Honesty. Frank open-mouthed-ness. <br />
Clears the air. Guilt-free. <br />
or Honesty which is abrasive, Raw. <br />
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Abuse. Inappropriate, unconventional. <br />
The vices. Indulgence, <br />
or Exploitation of another's space / property.<br />
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Want. Desire. <br />
To let the urges take over the whole of you. <br />
To not regret anything, Ever.<br />
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Religion. To worship and how. <br />
Wash brains, cleanse souls, follow rituals. <br />
To believe or make-believe. <br />
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Respect. Or the sheer absence of it.<br />
Towards something that is available for free. <br />
For someone's feelings.<br />
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Resilience. Intolerance. Frustration. Envy.<br />
Calculation. Reasoning. Brainstorming all Pros and Cons. <br />
Emotion. Heart. Flowing with the heart. <br />
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Pain. <br />
Or Happiness in else's pain. <br />
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<b>Nothing is wrong. And Nothing is right. </b><br />
<i>It's just a frame of one's mind.</i>Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-29244865385715381292011-10-22T13:15:00.000-07:002011-11-11T10:32:45.375-08:00Spontaneous Funtaneous!Before I go ahead with the post, I would solemnly agree that I don't swim in money like Scrooge McDuck does. I am not a poor person's daughter/sister, but being a student, I'm perpetually WBPL.. yes, Way Below Poverty Line. <br />
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But that does not restrict me from making plans with my friends. Plans for 2-3 day trips or even a random 1 day visit to a nearby landmark. The thing is, in my small way, I try to make the best of places and time available to me. If my parents permit, the budget is higher.. if they don't, the luxuries need to be laid off. <br />
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Somehow, all I have learned is that, The less money I spend, the more fun I have! <br />
Ironic, isn't it? <br />
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Don't get me wrong.. I love it when I have luxurious vacations with my parents. Traveling in big cars, beach-facing suites, no shopping budget what-so-ever, everything pre-planned and all you need to do is: 'stick to the plan'! <br />
But there is just so much of 'paneer makkhanwala + naan' that you can eat!!<br />
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In the last 3 years, I have immensely experimented with cuisine and people. Hence, a little more enlightened Shatabdi confesses that she has had a VERY good time!<br />
Done a lot of crazy things.. But I am enlisting My most favorite 11. <br />
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*!* Ordering food at a road-side dhaba by saying "Jo hai, le aao" (Bring whatever is available). Eating 1 plate of everything among 5 people and paying 200 bucks.<br />
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*!* Changing in a disgusting loo where normal people would never even set a foot. And then after wards describing the feces to gross people out :P <br />
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*!* Getting out of home without knowing the means of travel. Break-journeying in auto 5 times! and later laughing about the fucked up backside. <br />
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*!* Celebrating a birthday party at an unknown person's rooftop. <br />
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*!* Drinking 4 kinds of unidentified (non-alcoholic :P) liquids just for experimentation. Further, mixing those drinks to make a Grey liquid and drinking that. All of this in a ultra-posh mumbai cafe. Yes, the kinds where film stars walk in :P<br />
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*!* Commuting for 23 minutes with 8 people in a 3 seater auto-rickshaw.<br />
*!* Sleeping with 7 people (non-sexually) on 2 mattresses in a friend's friend's friend's boyfriend's house :D<br />
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*!* Playing a beach ball game with absolute strangers and terribly losing it :P<br />
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*!* Living for 3 days in a room with moss green dripping walls, 1 bulb and Giant insects. AC didn't work and fan showered dust. Thank-god it was in a hill-station!<br />
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*!* Traveling in a public bus that was literally about to fall apart. <br />
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*!* Getting lost and then mugged and finally, spending the night at Lonavala Bus depot! <br />
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Been there, done that! :D<br />
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All I am trying to say is that, to get to know a place one has to wander the streets. I lived in a fantastic city like Hyderabad for 2 odd years and did everything that was there to do. Next, I intend to check out some foreign country where language and cash isn't the barrier. OR even a trip just-by-myself sounds fun, but I am not sure if I am mature enough to handle that.<br />
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Also, I do not click pictures. Other people do and I choose and collect them. That way, I can absorb a lot more than worrying about "the perfect angle." No offense to the photographer-types, but well, that is just not something for me. <br />
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The intention of this post is not to brag about the unusual things that I have done. It was in fact to try and break the stereotype that 'fancier trips are more fun trips'. Call me crazy, but if I take a mountain-top trek, I drink the naturally precipitated water! That is something that makes me feel real close to mother nature.<br />
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I would really love it if my partner chooses to go to a national park for our honeymoon. Because all said and done, the best way of doing it, is the way nomads did it :P :P<br />
So, what was your most memorable trip? <br />
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P.S. I do not want to encourage kids to run away from home, just to try and have some fun. My parents always knew where I was and how to reach me. Keeping a toe beyond the line once in a while is okay, but we must always be responsible.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-86395012481389233502011-10-16T13:53:00.000-07:002011-11-13T23:15:34.855-08:00Bachao!I have been a good girl for so long now. Since the massive fiasco in school, I've managed to act perfect in front of you. You know me as the girl who behaves herself with all your friends, the girl who doesn't mind cooking and cleaning once in a while, the girl who used to go to lab and come straight to the hostel at 10pm. <br />
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Then, Why do you want to dig deeper and know 'me'? Why do you want to make me super conscious on a website where I was supposed to be 'myself'? Why can't you continue being the same ignorant and normal mother like you used to be in the past.<br />
WHY?!<br />
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Yes children, she caught the facebook bug. She has been asking me to sign her up since a week and I successfully changed the topic. But now, she is officially, the newest member on my friend-list!<br />
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DAY1<br />
Ma: (while I was watching TV)I want to be on facebook.<br />
Me: Aree.. you saw Bade Ache Lagte Hai's this week's promo? <br />
Ma: Yea. They are going on honeymoon!! <br />
Me: (victory dance in my head and innocent smile on my face.)<br />
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DAY2<br />
Me: I saw (some cousin's) pictures. She has lost some weight now. Looks cool!<br />
Ma: Yea? That's because they are trying to get her married off.. <br />
Me: Oh. Still, its good to see that people are having fun. <br />
Ma: She sent those photos to you? <br />
Me: No. She just uploaded them. <br />
Ma: Facebook? If I was a member, I would have seen it too. <br />
Me: err.. the dal is very tasty today! Extra garlic? <br />
Ma: No, the trick is to fry the dal with the onion and garlic before adding water..<br />
Me: (victory dance in my head and innocent smile on my face.)<br />
<br />
DAY3<br />
Ma: (while I was on the computer) Open an account for me on facebook. <br />
Me: Did you see the new features on yahoo msgr! You can talk to bhaiya in US much more effectively!<br />
Ma: yea?! connect it now!!!!! <br />
Me: (victory dance in my head and innocent smile on my face.)<br />
<br />
DAY4<br />
Ma: (while I was facebooking on the computer) I also want to use facebook like you do. <br />
Me: Mom, its not for you. <br />
Ma: Why? Because I hadn't seen a computer right when I was born? If your brother was here, he would have been happy because I want to share your fun. But you? you just don't want to keep me updated! (blah..blah..blah..)<br />
Me: Mom, its very complicated! I took 2 months to learn it myself! <br />
Ma: And if you teach me, I can learn it in 2 months too!! <br />
Me: But you have to leave for Kolkata next week! There are so many things we need to do before that! <br />
Ma: I simply forgot!! There is so much to do... Diwali shopping, cleaning, cooking, packing gifts.. lonnng list! <br />
Me: (victory dance in my head and innocent smile on my face.)<br />
<br />
DAY5<br />
Ma: I told you so many times but you just don't listen to me!<br />
Me: What did I do now? <br />
Ma: You didn't water the plants! <br />
Me: Oh. Give me a minute. I'll get to that. <br />
Ma: You didn't make me a facebook account. <br />
Me: Mom! this plant has a new bud and 2 new leaves! <br />
Ma: Great! I'll take the flower in the flight to Kolkata. <br />
Me: (grin) For dad? <br />
Ma: (blush) For the goddess! <br />
Me: (victory dance in my head and innocent smile on my face.)<br />
<br />
DAY6<br />
Ma: Every time I talk about my facebook profile, you make a scared face!<br />
Me: I don't!! Ma, this window is so dirty! Can you fetch me the bottle of Easy off bang? <br />
Ma: This bai is good for nothing. I won't give her diwali bonus. <br />
Me: (victory dance in my head and innocent smile on my face.)<br />
<br />
DAY7<br />
Ma: My 4 friends are on facebook now. <br />
Me: Mom, today is the tailor's delivery date nah? <br />
Ma: No, its tomorrow. I want to see how many more of my friends are on facebook. <br />
Me: Aree, i doubt you will find many people. But will you please make fish for dinner? <br />
Ma: I made rotis and you don't eat fish with roti so, I'm making your favorite cauliflower... after I sign up for facebook. <br />
Me: But I am hungry now! <br />
Ma: Its 6pm. Eat biscuits and drink water while you make my facebook id. <br />
Me: My laptop is out of charge. <br />
Ma: Use the power-cord. <br />
Me: The neighbor borrowed it. <br />
Ma: Use my laptop. <br />
Me: (with sad puppy face) My eyes hurt! I worked for 3 hours straight on a PC just now... <br />
Ma: You chatted y'day for 4 hours. Splash some water and teach me facebook for 1 hour. NOW. <br />
Me: Grr.. Why do you want it anyway? <br />
Ma: To keep in touch with friends and find some old friends. <br />
Me: ok. So, you sign up by giving a primary email id. <br />
Ma: gmail? but that expired.. so we have to make a new id.. hmm.. lets think of some name... <br />
Me: NO! Lets use ur existing yahoo one. <br />
Ma: Why yahoo for everything? <br />
Me: Because that takes less time. Now, let me type to show u the 1st time... <br />
Ma: How will I learn if you do everything? <br />
Me: How will I live if you type like a snail? <br />
Ma: You will sit patiently and watch me do it. Like when I watched you draw the alphabets 18 years ago. <br />
Me: (with a desire to tear my head off) OK. So type in your details here. <br />
Ma: (after 10 minutes) done!<br />
Me: Stop rejoicing, its only the start. 5 more forms to go.<br />
Ma: Make tea while I read the policy of the website. <br />
Me: No-one in the history of the universe has ever read them! Just click on agree. <br />
Ma: (Looking at me as if I asked her to throw all her gold in the dustbin) What if I don't? <br />
Me: Then you can't be on the site! <br />
Ma: This is wrong! <br />
Me: I clicked on agree and am standing 1 piece in front of you. 100 million people across the world clicked on agree and made facebook the biggest social networking site ever. NONE of them have gotten into trouble. So please, for the love of god, click on agree.<br />
Ma: Fine. But you made me do it. <br />
Me: OK!! <br />
<br />
*frustration continues for another 1 hour*<br />
<br />
Me: Now, all we need to do is get you some friends! <br />
Ma: Search for xyz, abc, lmn and pqr!<br />
Me: Done! Now all we have to do is wait for them to respond. <br />
Ma: Wait! They all have 40-50 friends! I need more. <br />
Me: Mom, you have to start small no. Eventually you will get there. <br />
Ma: But everyone who knows me should know that I am on facebook now. <br />
Me: Alright! you can add (some cousin)<br />
Ma: Of course! <br />
(I open my profile and go to the friend list)<br />
Ma: (Pointing at the 'add friend' tab and a sly smile) click on that!<br />
Me: (Mahabharat in my head and an innocent smile on my face.) Of course!<br />
<br />
*frustration continues for another 1 hour*<br />
<br />
Ma: After my friends add me, how does this change? <br />
Me: You can see their walls, msg them, chat with them, share info with them.. <br />
Ma: But how? <br />
Me: Ill login from my id, accept your request. Then you can login from your id and see for yourself. <br />
Ma: Yes. Do that! <br />
(Changes are made. Mom is successfully taught how to login.)<br />
Ma: 300 photos! <br />
Me: I've been here for about 3 years now! So that's not even 10 photos a month!<br />
Ma: Hmm.. Your status message.. <br />
Me: What about that now? <br />
Ma: I don't get it. <br />
Me: Its just something random. No-one gets it. <br />
Ma: Still, 12 people liked it. <br />
Me: Aree, people go on liking everything on facebook. You let be. <br />
Ma: (scrolling down) there is so much here.. <br />
Me: I told you, its complicated.. <br />
<br />
(and just when I thought it was done and I could start relaxing..)<br />
<br />
Ma: You went on a mid-night road trip with some boys when you were in Pune last month?!?!?<br />
<br />
<br />
and hence, <i>my facebook account is currently deactivated. :-/<br />
</i>Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-19761105753433702092011-09-28T11:54:00.000-07:002011-11-13T23:23:57.950-08:00Critical ConnectionI travel a lot. No, I don't go to 'explore new places' or 'meet new people', I just travel between two cities 790 kms away from each other. You see, one of them is where my heart belongs (Mumbai) and well, the other is where I am trapped since last 2 years (Hyderabad). 17 hours far away by train. And I would just reiterate that, My love for railways has nothing to do with my name!<br />
<br />
I run home-wards, almost every chance I get. It is not a VERY long journey, so if I plan it well, I can manage to meet the most important people to me, every couple months. But that is not what this post is about. <br />
<br />
Because of the frequency of my travel and my insistence to experiment with different kinds of people, I choose to usually travel by the 2nd class sleeper coaches. And invariable of the route, or the time, or the season, or my seat number, I end up sitting at the compartment that has one of these, <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhfW-qKFYSw/ToNoKETSINI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mxIukeEjfM4/s1600/emergency-window.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="214" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bhfW-qKFYSw/ToNoKETSINI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mxIukeEjfM4/s320/emergency-window.jpg" /></a></div>yes, The emergency window!! <br />
<br />
Sometimes I feel as if these things follow me whenever I travel. I have had them in ac coaches, in chair-cars, at seat number 1, at air planes.. sometimes even at private buses. Its almost like god is asking me to take a safe exit from my current plans in life and take up safer assignments. <br />
<br />
Another thing that I have noticed is that, these windows manage to not catch up with me when I am traveling with my mother. Does this mean that she is my safety cover? <br />
<br />
Have I totally gone crazy?Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-59993203282685766282011-09-05T00:48:00.000-07:002011-11-13T23:17:09.040-08:00All for the little glow :PThis is the most hilarious conversation I've ever had. <b>Adult content</b>: Unsuitable for children. <br />
<br />
So, I was spending the night at a good friend's place and both of us were neither sleepy nor at the loss of conversation-starters. Hence, began random chatter that took the most ridiculous turns and finally lead to explosive laughter. <br />
<br />
Me: The best way of Contraception? Condoms right?<br />
She: Yea, but there are so many kinds! How does one know which type is best? <br />
Me: Well, to keep the fun alive, I guess all people can do is 'experiment'.. <br />
She : Yea! So, there is dotted, and flavored, and lubricated, and? <br />
Me: I dunno the regular things, but I do know that Kamasutra was trying to pull off something called 'glowing condoms' :P <br />
<br />
*roar of laughter*<br />
<br />
She: Huh? Really now! <br />
Me: Yea, it never got through the quality checks I think. But some friend's friend was an auditor and could lay his hands on some complimentary ones. I don't know how effective they are, but sound quite entertaining.. <br />
She: Haha! <br />
Me: Yea man! They had 2 colours as far as I remember. Green and Red. It reminds me of the signal lights :P<br />
She: Only 2 colours? They should have experimented more re!<br />
Me: Aree, green for husband and red for secret lover. So that she would know whose name to scream :D The Promotional ad makers should totally take our idea! :D<br />
She: LOL! But if the husband was to return while the extra-marital action was on, the curtains is the most obvious place to hide right? But he would get caught because of the glowing thing man! Then whats the fun? <br />
Me: Yea! Ad cancel. We have to come up with more convincing ideas that appeal to more people... <br />
<br />
*Brain-storming begins* <br />
<br />
She: We need more <b>variety</b>! <br />
Me: Yea! Shocking pink for girly gurls.. <br />
She: Grey with a little shine for smart professional chics!<br />
Me: Yeahh.. black would be hot too! But then whats the point of all the illumination... :-/ <br />
She: Haha! Oh, we need something for the elderly. Ah! White glow for senior citizens!<br />
Me: Abbe, woh cfl k tarah jalega! <br />
<br />
*roar of laughter*<br />
<br />
She: The advertisement for this thing would be damn appealing. Electricity chali jaati hai and then the wife cooks for her dear husband in the brightness of his thing :P<br />
Me: Dude, so, if they use a glass top dining table.... <br />
She: Instead of candle light dinner... they would have d*ck-light dinner!!! <br />
<br />
*roar of laughter*<br />
<br />
Me: One solid colour will get boring after a while nah.. If we could have varied patterns and designs the trend is more likely to stay sustained. <br />
She: Oh! There should be alternate lighting, like the diwali LED lights! <br />
Me: Cool stuff!! But a fluorescent dye won't be able to do that! We will need a power source. Battery would be cumbersome re..<br />
She: Yea.. and electricity laya bhi toh power cord kaha se niklega? <br />
Me: Butt se niklega <br />
<br />
*roar of laughter*<br />
<br />
Me: Uska bhi ad hona chahiye!!<br />
She: Yea.. so after a long hard day when a couple goes to sleep.. husband pyar se bolega, "Darling, light off kar do.. and mera d*ck on kar do!!"<br />
<br />
*roar of laughter*<br />
<br />
Me: Dude! That will be a revolution! We should really contact some companies and sell them our multi-million dollar ideas! <br />
She: Of course! But then we are supposed to be 'GOOD' girls who don't really know about all these things :D Plus, it is too much effort! <br />
Me: Yea.. But we had the idea first! So, we should have some proof.. <br />
<br />
*Brain-storming continues*<br />
<br />
*Laziness and sleep take over*<br />
<br />
*Followed by a very bizarre dream and drowsy morning where we couldn't really look each other in the eye*<br />
<br />
:P<br />
<br />
BUT, <br />
we would all agree, Glow toh chahiye boss! :D :DExpresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-57315431658978299422011-07-13T10:59:00.000-07:002011-07-13T10:59:56.955-07:00Fury, fright and failureI have always respected the city I belong to. Always loved every bit wholeheartedly. <br />
Some say I ain't a Mumbaikar coz I reside at the other side of a bridge, <br />
Some say I can't be one coz Marathi isn't my mother-tongue, <br />
Some say that being born on this land plays a role in belonging here..<br />
<br />
I've never cared about such trivial things and always been passionate about the awesomeness of An Awesome city. <br />
<br />
But today, my heart cries. <br />
<br />
I've <a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-city-is-burning.html">already expressed</a> whatever I felt like saying about the attacks on My city. Today, I just want us all to take a minute and analyze all that we are losing in this never-ending war for peace. I am saddened by the fact that innocent college/office-goers pay the price for loop-holes in the administration. <br />
<br />
Dear Terrorists, <br />
I admire your ways of planning and execution. Next time, please bomb the good-for-nothing politicians. You shall make your point with a greater impact and the ones at fault shall be penalized. <br />
<br />
Sincerely, <br />
An average Mumbaikar.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-39331680095166149532011-07-09T13:49:00.000-07:002011-07-09T13:49:16.767-07:00A piece of my own!<i><b>Sharing</b></i>. <br />
A perfectly beautiful word. <br />
Every relationship has this word in the very definition. <br />
<br />
In difficult times, it gives courage to power through it. In times of happiness, it multiplies the fun. And well literally speaking, It reduces the load, makes it manageable. <br />
<br />
But there are some things in life that one cannot share away with everyone they know!<br />
For instance, <br />
<br />
<b><i>Confusion.</i></b> <br />
Yea! The more people we discuss it with, the more confusing it gets! And then the soup leads to us making the wrong decision. End result: the situation gets even more confusing than it originally was! <br />
<br />
<b><i>Secrets.</i></b><br />
Obviously. If you blabber it all away, it isn't a secret to start with. <br />
<br />
<b><i>Your ace card.</i></b><br />
No, I am not a vixen. But who doesn't enjoy some mild mind games? :P Well, in a tight spot, discussion helps, but either never disclose your brilliantly thought-out next move or, discuss it with someone who doesn't exactly know what you are upto ;) :P<br />
<br />
<b><i>Your bedroom stories.</i></b> <br />
Seriously. I for one don't need to know how many times you did it :-/<br />
<br />
<b><i>Irrelevant things that happened gazillion years ago.</i></b><br />
Need I say anything else?<br />
<br />
and Most importantly, <br />
<b><i>The teeniest tiniest detail about your relationship!</i></b><br />
I have always believed that every relationship is different and things that work in some relationships don't need to work for other ones. Every couple has to form their own rhythm and develop their own symphony that requires a lot of effort. <br />
<br />
And despite knowing everything, one (read I) know(s) nothing.<br />
<br />
Problematic, Beautiful, fucked up, out-of-a-fairy-tale, absolute-delight! Whatever your relationship is, that's your doing. Deal with it. <br />
<br />
And let me deal with some<b> <i>real</i> problems</b>.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-85814511596130429332011-04-16T23:16:00.000-07:002011-11-13T23:21:40.878-08:00The gush of hopeI'm glad it rained last night..<br />
The earth's heat needed cooling off<br />
coz summer was being unbearable,<br />
not like winter's mild cold and cough. <br />
<br />
I'm glad it rained last night..<br />
washing off all despair with it.<br />
The clouds cried as they rejoiced,<br />
called friends and foes up for a meet! <br />
<br />
I'm glad it rained last night..<br />
It brightened up the morning of today.<br />
With smiling faces and happy souls<br />
finding both their will and their way. <br />
<br />
I'm glad it rained last night..<br />
for otherwise, I wouldn't have met him.<br />
Two strangers, a cup of tea,<br />
and chats with the light, oh-so dim ;)Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-64987477358101937072011-01-30T09:00:00.000-08:002011-11-13T23:22:00.236-08:00Life is too simple if you don't complicate it!Academics, love-life, hygiene, image, popularity, impression on elders, rapport with teachers, statement of purpose, short-term goals of life, Long term goals of life, keeping parents content, denying distant relatives a reason to pick on you, phone bills, random friend's birthday present contribution share, boyfriend/girlfriend trouble, heart-aches, deadlines, interviews, books to read, things to do, movies to watch, etc etc.. There are so much stuff that an average young adult is responsible for. <br />
<br />
Every single time when I think that I have gained expertise in one aspect, other ones start falling apart. Managing ones’ life effectively is more difficult than probably managing a multi-national company! Just that a lot is on stake in case of the so called 'managers', but all of us do manage by, don't we?<br />
<br />
Thinking about how one can change their life into something better is probably the world's favorite way of passing time. What we fail to realize is that, at some point of time, we have to loosen the strain on improvement and care about making the best of what we have. Cribbing about life doesn't make it better, it only creates negativity which is very difficult to get rid of. <br />
<br />
There has to be a simpler way of living. More richer, more fulfilling..<br />
<br />
Appreciate; yourself, others, their efforts.. Understand; what the universe is trying to tell you.. Realize; that it's never too late to make a fresh start. Try; to like the choices available to you.. and choose, the one choice that makes me most happy. <br />
<br />
Easy to talk and difficult to walk? <br />
<br />
I am going to try. There is everything to gain.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-46138678359859502132010-12-18T01:55:00.000-08:002010-12-18T01:55:00.098-08:00Stuck at the cross-roads of lifeI am at a state when I just want life to stop questioning me how I want it to change. A decision that would determine where I shall belong, what I shall become.. Everytime I come up with an answer to this crucial question; people ask me, "really?" And well, everything I planned and re-planned goes down the drain. When even I am not completely convinced, how the hell should I convince them? <br />
<br />
People usually think about this when they are 15 years old. They realise what they want to become and then they try and chase it.. A pilot, a teacher, a chef, a doctor, a model, an actress or even a photographer! Passion develops, chase begins, chase ends, life begins. If they get what they really want, they settle for it. If they don't get it, well, they settle for the next best thing. During the tryst of career-chase, atleast people find out what they don't want to do. And then, they can carve their paths from there. <br />
<br />
With me, it was nothing like that. <br />
<br />
I knew science was my "thing". And now after completing my bachelor's and (almost) my master's degree, I am not sure. It is plain ridiculous. My classmates are busy applying for PhD or job or fellowship or interview or matrimonial!; and I don't have any motivation towards any of these because none of these are things that I am looking forward to.<br />
<br />
Then what am I looking forward to? Well, honestly, I do not know. <br />
<br />
I studied till now according to how fate wanted things to turn. Bachelor's in biochemistry was not a concious decision, but I enjoyed it. Then, I did master's in the same subject from a very good university because the tiny research aspirant in me deserved a genuine chance. But here in Unversity of Hyderabad, the last 2 years have just gone by in the rat race to score a face-saving CGPA. And now the research aspirant in me is afraid that she is not good enough. Call me crazy, but I hate coursework, even if I don't suck at it, i still hate it. <br />
<br />
What is wrong with me? Honestly, I have tried a lot to figure that out. But, I have failed miserably. You are welcome to try though..<br />
<br />
I think I am way too immature to make a huge decision of moving to another country. Plus, I neither have solid research experience, nor killing motivation to make it happen for me. This confusion started with average GRE marks and now I dont know how to set everything right. <br />
<br />
To add to my confusion, my area of interest changes everyday; No kidding. I have read loads of books, tons of research papaers, and still am as lost as ever. I really like the way my life is right now and do not want anything to change. I am trying with all my might to postpone the decision, at least till the time when I have the courage to deal with it, till I find the answer to my primary question. <br />
<br />
I am going to make a sound decision. And this time, fate shall not triumph. <br />
For the last time, I need more time to look into my crooked brain. <br />
I need time to set my ambitions straight. <br />
I need time to dream and achieve things that I deserve. <br />
I need time to know, what do I want to become... <br />
<br />
I wish that next year brings me a little more focus and insight. Any other gifts that want to tag along are most welcome :P Happy holidays everyone! :)Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-45097200438430787382010-09-18T10:24:00.000-07:002010-09-18T10:24:28.054-07:00I need to be me tonightI need a recap tonight<br />
a recap of all mistakes I've done<br />
of all the people I've hurt<br />
and all the disasters, just for fun<br />
<br />
I need a car tonight<br />
to run me down memory lane<br />
to make me realise how much time I wasted<br />
all the partial effort, down the drain<br />
<br />
I need a new friend tonight<br />
who'd just listen to me go on and on<br />
would neither judge me, nor advice<br />
He'd just leave me on my own<br />
<br />
I need to do the right thing tonight<br />
because I've always done what's wrong<br />
never listened, have always imposed<br />
always tried to show, I'm strong<br />
<br />
I need to lose myself tonight<br />
so that I can find me again<br />
one day when the sun shall rise<br />
There will be no chance of any rain.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-48377428870425883352010-07-20T12:00:00.000-07:002010-07-20T12:02:20.681-07:00When 'Thanks' doesn't seem enough..I have had a rough couple of months. Academically, emotionally, and even health-wise. I had just one week to get back to Hyderabad and most of it was going to be dedicated to my TOEFL. I did not get a chance to meet most of my friends here, back home, and worse, GRE got screwed up as expected because you see, I wasn't well. <br />
<br />
Just when nothing seemed to work well for me, My 21st birthday arrived and set everything straight :)<br />
<br />
Birthdays for me have always been a huge celebration. Well, till the 19th one. 20th birthday saw me stepping out of teenage and also out of home to pursue my Master's in University of Hyderabad. So, it was a mixed box of feelings. 21st one was my official entry to adulthood and I wasn't quite sure how grand I wanted to make it. But, my awesome friends and super-mom made sure they made it the best birthday ever!<br />
<br />
I got 4 birthday Cakes; and 2 more are pending in Hyd.. <br />
I was gifted lots of stuff and all of it is something I needed.<br />
Read 2 most awesome birthday cards that made me cry :') <br />
Met some new people and visited some pending eat-outs in Mumbai. <br />
Literally, shopped till I dropped.<br />
Slept for only 3 n 1/2 hours of the 24 :) <br />
went 1/2 hour late to my own birthday party coz I was busy on the phone<br />
Met most of my favorite people on the planet. <br />
Spoke to everyone for whom my heart reaches out. <br />
<br />
My phone got jammed at 00:00 am on 18th because of the number of messages that were delivered at the same time :P<br />
<br />
I was so overwhelmed with all the love being showered that I had a wide smile on my face when I knocked off at the night after all the celebration. I really needed this high and my friends made sure they made the best out of it :) <br />
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I just LOVE my birthdays :)Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-45657034674026597942010-04-03T01:59:00.000-07:002011-11-13T23:22:21.393-08:00Dreams<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNXSuBJlp_4/S7cX7XV0wMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/P_pk7kT3j8U/s1600/dreams.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNXSuBJlp_4/S7cX7XV0wMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/P_pk7kT3j8U/s320/dreams.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455855782227919042" /></a><br />
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When you hear the word 'Dream', what is the first thought that comes to your mind?<br />
A recurring nightmare?<br />
Something you always wanted to be?<br />
Someplace you always wanted to visit?<br />
Someone you always wanted to be with?<br />
An absolute feeling of elation or that of downright misery..<br />
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What do these visions mean? Do they show you some things about yourself that are hidden so deep down, yet are so strong that they have to surface in some way or the other? Something you are, something you want to be, something you actually CAN be. <br />
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If not in sleep, we dream while we are awake. Then try to achieve them. Succeed, fail or fail miserably. Then dream some more. A dreamer will always be a dreamer; how easy or difficult his dreams might be. <br />
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Visualization is the key to achieving. Till you don’t see yourself winning, there is no-way you will work for it, and until you do work, nothing can be achieved. Not my words, some-one wise once said these to me. <br />
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I meanwhile have been a pessimist all along. Aim low, if you get more, it’s a happy surprise! No expectations = no disappointments; Always worked for me. Ignorant as I was, did not realize that achieving the goals is the whole point of aiming and till you are going to be satisfied with what you have, how are you ever going to get what you deserve?<br />
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So then the journey began, of fantasy, of vividness, of ecstasy, of beauty.. :-)<br />
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Here I am, <br />
the way I like myself to be; <br />
with the visions in my eyes<br />
dreams for today in my heart..<br />
Rustling past the slow world<br />
Towards the me I want to be. <br />
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So, dream on honey<br />
Of the bright days, blue skies,<br />
Of pretty birds and soulful meadows<br />
Of us, tomorrow and today<br />
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And if you simply cannot <br />
However hard you try,<br />
Unable to see yourself there, amongst the not real?<br />
I’ll do the dreaming for the two of us.<br />
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P.S. This was my 100th published post. Milestone in a beautiful journey. Thanks for being a part of it. :)Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-79804327645468438952010-03-20T11:02:00.000-07:002010-03-20T11:05:20.539-07:00The saga of the whining victorAntakshari and I are old buddies. I chase it, it chases me; I win it and sometimes if I don’t, it wins me. Where-ever I go, I invariably end up participating in it and hence the chase continues. <br />So it did, even here in Hyderabad. <br /><br /><br />On the 30th of Jan ’10, after a whole drama, I managed to make a random team of three and won, yea, came 2nd without doing too much effort and had a gala time. BUT, I had no idea that the last bit of my association with this contest would be the most frustrating one, requiring maximum amount of patience from my side; the part where I collect my prize. <br /><br />First, they don’t give the prize-money / vouchers on the prescribed day because it is supposed to be centralized. So, hang on, it will come to you. We play safe, ask one of the organizers to collect and then pass it on to us. What I do-not know is that he is an ass who will continuously call me in the middle of a test [after telling him repeatedly that I’m busy till 5pm]. Whatever happened to ‘dropping a text message?!’ Flustered, I decide to deal with the other guy, choose to call him up and explain. Well, he turns out to be the sane choice; let’s call him A. By this time, it is 1st Feb. ’10. A gave me a date after inquiry, 7th Feb, Sunday, official prize distribution day. <br />Turns out it wasn’t. <br /><br /><br />I’m sure they had their reasons, but the postponing continued for quite some-time. One of these days, he managed to lay his hands on the cheque and the vouchers, but failed to pass them on to me. Then A and I played I’m busy-You are busy for another couple of weeks, had another blood-boiling experience with the 1st organizer guy and finally, on one of the worst days of my life, 8th March, I collected the glorious prize. Hang on, doesn’t end here. <br /><br />First of all, the vouchers were bogus. I have an awesome hair-style, and they give me 200/- discount at Habib’s. I don’t wear jewellery, they give me 1000 bucks off, If I shop for 12,000 bucks. Are you kidding me?! There is more to it…<br />The cheque was an account payee, which I obviously knew would go in my account that might be in any bank under the sky; BUT while giving the cheque to me, A asked me to go to this prescribed bank’s distal branch and en-cash the money. Blind me didn’t read the cheque and took his word for it. <br /><br />After this, begins the most annoying part. I am running around all day in the campus with the cheque in my wallet and when I get free in the evenings at 5, the bank is shut already! On the 13th Mar, it is second Saturday, the bank won’t even open. Unbelievable frustration<br /><br />FINALLY, today, 2 days prior to my super-huge ultra-important presentation, I take time out to go all the way to Madhapur in this scorching heat, only to get a joke made out of me. The banker asked me to go back to my campus branch of SBI and deposit the cheque in my account and then, withdraw the money from my regular everyday atm. I insist on withdrawal, but as I’m not his customer, he is free to not entertain me. <br /><br /><br />Current status is that my cheque is dropped in the box. It will en-cash after 3 working days and then I get the money. If I was in US now, I would be filing defamation against the fest-organizers for being the sole reason behind absolute nuisance, tanning me 2 shades down, causing deep inconvenience and inefficient transfer of deserved currency. But I’m in India, and this happens every day here. <br /><br />It gets on my nerves more because back home in Bombay, every time we had a fest, the winners got their prizes less than ½ an hour after they won, and here, the cheque was dated 22nd Feb. I still don’t have the money, but I’m ready to ignore all the drama that followed. <br /><br />You might wonder what were the 2 of my group mates [one of them a guy] doing all this while. Nothing. I couldn’t face them because it was like I owed them money and yet, I didn’t! Of the Rs 500/- of my share, I have already blown about Rs 250/- in making phone calls, travelling, eating ice-creams to turn down frustration and the likes. Another grand would be spent in PARTYYY and treat-treat-treat chants. Grr. <br /><br /><br />A few good things that came out of the whole thing are that I won against someone I really wanted to show the ground, made another decent friend in Hyderabad and understood the value of a not-so-petty 500 rupee note. <br /><br />Take home messages. <br /><br />1. If you organize a fest, it is just not about the 3 days, it is about everything that happens before and after it. Act responsible. <br /><br />2. If you have an enemy, ask them to participate in Felicity, organized by IIIT Hyd; and make absolutely sure that they win. <br /><br />Blah.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-4733727193754040882010-03-16T06:38:00.000-07:002010-03-16T12:15:04.241-07:00This love-hate thing..When they like you, you don't like them;<br />when they don't, you lurrvveee them.<br />When you talk to them, you are on cloud nine,<br />when you don't, probably they are on cloud seventeen :D<br /><br />And then all this while,<br />there is this person<br />who stares at you while you work in the library,<br />dreams of you, day and night,<br />tries a lot to talk to you,<br />smiles a lot while talking to you.<br /><br /><br />And you keep hoping to talk to the person who doesn't care what you want to talk about, making several blows to the feelings of the one who does care.<br /> <br />This funny thing about liking someone, you sometimes forget that you need to be liked back. <br /><br /><br />You settle for whatever comes along. You want to eat a fruit, who cares if it is lemon or strawberry? Humour yourself that all is going to end well; but knowing very well deep down that this ain't going nowhere. Hurting someone elses feelings because this one particular person isn't paying enought attention to you.<br /><br />This funny thing about loving someone and they not loving you back, someone ends up getting hurt for no fault. <br /><br /><br />Then, there are your friends. They sympathise with your situation, but 'HAVE GOTTA TELL YOU SOMETHING NOW!' They, their respective relationships and their funny tales. You have to go like, 'You 've gotta be kidding me!!' or 'Awww, I'm so happy for you :)'; when deep down telling yourself, 'Get out of this room before you explode!'<br /><br />This funny thing about wanting to be friends with only those people who have <strong>identical</strong> relationship status as you. <br /><br /><br />Just when the sea in your heart calmed down, why does the tornado strike?<br />When you were busy playing neutral, why do all the positives and negatives in you start attracting and repulsing with each other?<br />This sudden rush of feelings for this one person, all goes well and then suddenly,<br />*Boom*<br /><br />The bubble bursts!<br /><br /><br />WHY?Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-63569256834436399862010-02-14T08:03:00.000-08:002011-11-13T23:23:43.431-08:00Love, is it?The favorite topic of discussion? <br />
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<em>Dream-partner, dream-romance, dream-dates, dream-kisses, dream-love-making, dream-wedding!</em> <br />
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I personally (still) do not believe in love. I (still) do not see why other people do, AND (still) don't think I would ever be able to. All I had to say about love is <a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-for-love.html">this</a>. <br />
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<a href="http://randomtalkfest.blogspot.com/2009/02/most-important-people-in-my-life.html">My last year's valentine's day post</a> was just an attempt to change the whole topic to other forms of love, but well, this weekend I'm saddened. <br />
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<em><strong>Every-one's concern is absolutely different</strong></em>. <br />
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Shahrukh Khan wants Paki players to play in IPL<br />
Shiv-sena + Ma-na-se don't want call him a traitor instead<br />
Mumbaikars want to see 'My name is Khan'<br />
Rest of india wants to either like it or not-like it<br />
Terrorists wanna bomb one of my favorite bakeries<br />
City-police wants to sleep<br />
Pune-kars want to act like nothing happened<br />
Hyderabadies want Telengana<br />
Students want to study and nail GATE<br />
My hostel-mates want to smoke in the wash-rooms<br />
My classmates want placement<br />
My mum wants me to wear a saree<br />
My bro wants me to study hardER<br />
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I meanwhile, want a break!<br />
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One weekend, just one weekend surpasses all others as a mighty huge disaster. And what's best? Its just the beginning of the year / term / career, and I'm freaking out already. <br />
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Funny how I had to read a quote on Valentine's day. Says,<br />
<em>Since we tend to see ourselves primarily in the light of our intentions, which are invisible to others; while we see others mainly in the light of their actions, which are visible to us; we have a situation in which misunderstanding and injustice are the order of the day.</em><br />
Interesting, very interesting.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-52540571792726100802010-01-30T01:53:00.000-08:002010-01-30T10:43:28.874-08:00Where is the will? Is there any way?Winter would mean different things to different people; to me it is like a Black Hole. This winter I seem to have lost all feeling of feeling at all. Forget romance, winter is just a lousy season because:<br />I’m drained out of everything! Interest, Energy, Thought-process, Motivation; even regular bodily Sensation! Numbness all around; in the periphery, in the limbs, heart, head, every part!<br /><br />Initially I was looking forward to the “real” winters. In Mumbai temperatures do not fall below 15 degrees usually. Now, being in the jungles of the south, I knew the temperatures would definitely be cooler than back home. What I did not expect was freezing myself to numbness. And well, everything in and around me is now, frozen. Fondness became Apathy, Warmth is now cooled off and the heart? It feels like an ice-cube. Sigh. <br /><br />Making an attempt needs motivation, Motivation comes from experience, for experience you have to experiment, to experiment you should innovate, Innovation is a product of thought process and for the process to trigger you have to make an attempt. So, we are back to square one, the circle of trying, of attempting. If you are of the opinion that you are the master of this circle, think again; You might just be humoring yourself. <br />I used to think I am. But, I am not.<br /> <br />For survival there is a constant need to attempt; for which I’m either too de-motivated or simply lost at majority times. When I do try, at times, I fail. I muster courage, and try several times, sometimes it gets done, some other times I lose interest and give up. How justified is it, I do not know and honestly, I’ve started to stop caring; It is almost like I am asexual, non-productive by both feelings and ideas. <br /><br />To deal with it is tricky, to care about it is saddening, to not care about it is the reason for failure and failing in life is equal to choosing to end it; yes, the ‘will’ is missing. I thought just hanging on would help me figure ways out of it. But that is just waiting, waiting for calamity to strike, for my inevitable end to set me free. So, I have to deal with it now, but how? That also needs to be self-figured out. It is almost like jumping in the sea with neither swimming skills nor a life-jacket. Sink, float, sink more, float some more; when you try to float, you sink; when you try to sink, you float. Suffocation, Derangement, Disorientation, Losing sanity, losing everything, Panic!<br /><br />*beep*<br /><br />And then one breeze comes by and sweeps all despair beyond me, this one is called ‘Hope’, to survive, to clear well, to sail through. In the end, the real world is still two shores away and I am busy building my own fresh new world.<br /><br />P.S. I'm writing after almost 2 months. Feels good :)Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-80102749698792994742009-11-27T08:37:00.000-08:002009-11-27T11:19:48.626-08:00Do I not belong here anymore?It smells a little different in here<br />not like it did when I had left<br />the fresh calm is no more in the air<br />Now it is stale, almost suffocating.<br /><br />The furniture has been moved, I notice<br />The lock to the main-door is changed,<br />A gleaming new washing-machine has replaced<br />the cabinet that held my belongings.<br /><br />I can't figure out the keys<br />Neither the switches to the fan or light<br />There are marks on the wall that did not exist<br />New frames that I have never seen before.<br /><br />My room looks familiar though<br />Nothing has been touched since four months ago<br />Still somehow I feel like i'm sleeping on someone else's bed<br />Hogging on someone else's space.<br /><br />This someone else is me that I was back then<br />Carefree, Teenager, Thoughtless, Easy;<br />The someone that I have become now<br />Nomadic, Over-Planned, Measured, Mystery.<br /><br />Both are strangers to each other.<br />She belonged, I don't feel the strings attached,<br />She just spoke, never thought, <br />I think and sometimes, never speak;<br />She flew, she wrote, she laughed a lot<br />She trusted, I don't; <br />She loved, I won't.<br /><br />It's almost like I don't belong here;<br />I hate to admit but I'm jealous of her<br />Not very long ago, she was me<br />And now, I am someone I don't want to be. <br /><br />Mamma-Papa are the same though;<br />some wrinkles are new, some kilos here and there<br />But its the same warmth that I used to feel<br />when I was she.<br /><br />I'll always be their princess maybe<br />Always, the little one<br />So coming to them will always be like<br />coming home, whichever house it might be.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-80944059316291722182009-11-07T01:51:00.000-08:002009-11-07T02:02:17.522-08:00We didn't start the fireWe just took a burning match and dropped it in the bottle full of alcohol. <br /><br /><br />Never. We will never take responsibility of our wrong doing; And even if something good happens and we were not even remotely involved in it, all we try to do is 'gain some credit'! <br /><br />Well that's human tendency and we humans tend to do many things.<br />Generalize<br />Judge someone<br />Not smile often<br />not reply back 'hellos'<br />cut phone calls coz we are bored<br />just be bored<br />just be lazy<br />Miss the wrong people<br />blame others<br />Not accept change<br /><br />all human tendencies<br />and all irrelevant. <br />Or is it so?<br /><br />Food for thought: Treat others the way you want to be treated back.Expresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5461246142439961742.post-87502973912905142942009-08-30T11:19:00.000-07:002011-12-10T07:03:39.972-08:00Different cities, different ways..I always heard that India is 'diverse'; Now I finally know what that means..<br />
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Moved from, <br />
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It took me about more than a month to get used to the ways of the new city. Considering the fact that both the cities have very different history, this was expected. What makes it complicated is that the concepts that are just normal here are considered hilarious there and ways of life there are plain weird here. 'I' meanwhile am stuck between the places and trying to hunt for a midway. <br />
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Like, if you named a part of the city as 'High-tech city' in mumbai, people would either die laughing or simply change the name; and the same thing in Hyderabad is, 'cool' :-| I'm yet to know what is so high-tech about the high-tech city, the rocks are pretty authentic though..<br />
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The kinds of clothes I wear were never a matter of concern for me back home. Here, if i leave the room wearing shorts, the amount of staring is unbelievable! I try and wear 'full' clothes and even a scarf [for the sun] to just complete the burkha effect! My normal hairstyles are now 'fancy' and my sense of style is 'fashionable'. I get compliments thrown at all the time and more than making me happy, it ends up making me uncomfortable. Weird, very weird. <br />
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Oh, another thing..<br />
If I come across a random guy in Mumbai, like the auto-walah / shopkeeper types, and call him 'bhaiya' it is supposedto be very offensive! I've called such people as 'uncle' all my life; and now if I call them uncle, I get a sly smile quipped with "Main aapko uncle lagta kya madam?" :-| Yeah, thats Hyderabadi hindi for you :-|<br />
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The local trains are replaced by MMTS, which suck<br />
The Vada Pav is replaced by Dal wada;<br />
The Cutting chai became 'Special tea';<br />
Running to catch train has become cycling to class;<br />
Super heavy showers shrunk into occasional drizzles;<br />
DPs Restaurant has become Gopal shop;<br />
Mom-made food is now putrid mess food;<br />
Shivaji Park beach is now Peacock lake side;<br />
The Biggest party ever called 'college' is over..<br />
and campus life just happened!<br />
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Am I not happy?<br />
No. There is not much to be unhappy about. The University is the best, facilities are bestest ever, people are kinda decent, my faculty is super-sexy and I've decent number of friends..<br />
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Then why am I whining?<br />
I have my first internal exam this week :'(<br />
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P.S. <a href="http://basicallythejobless.blogspot.com/">Bharath</a> is the only person in the university whom I knew before I came here; and as always, its FUN to meet blog-mates! :DExpresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07181434250459614635noreply@blogger.com16