I have never been so long without being updated...
about whatever has been happening in everyone's life who means so much to me.
I have been juggling between Mumbai and Pune since more than a month and well, running all over both the cities. Have had my share of fun, but now, I'm just tired.
Tired of trying to figure what I have been doing for the past year,
Tired of giving exams and hoping to clear 'any one' of them,
Tired of having such frequent mood swings and giving un-necessary things so much importance.
Now, fullstop.
To ALL the crap.
I've decided, I'm just NOT going to be too hard on myself.
No, I'm not asking.. Its all done. So, I don't need your views about how I should live my life. [To that Mr. adviser]
Well, among other things.. I was left for almost half a week without a phone *sob*
It was sooo difficult to manage without one! Firstly, because it was the only thing that kept me connected to the rest of the world...and then, whenever I was out, my hand just kept going to the pocket and I had this constant feeling that I had forgotten something :-( No msgs, no calls, not even missed calls :-(
But then now, I have a back-up and shall have my new sony in a couplea days...so, life's GOOD :-)
And
I hate myself because
1. I've not read any of blogs since about a month!
2. I've not spoken to any of you guys since so long.. [Expect a call in a day or two people ;-)]
3. I have forgotten birthdays! so many :-(
I actually wished Ishaan FIFTEEN days later! Gosh! Any of you does that to me, I'm so going to issue the 'Hang to death' verdict! S-E-R-I-O-U-S-L-Y! And Ishaan was so cute to message back, "Hehe, its ok.. happens" :-| And hence, you are allowed to forget my birthday this year; do you even know what THAT means Mr metal militant?
Oh, Arv, I was sulking so much the day you messaged! It almost made my day! Thanks :-)
Well, so now that I am back, at least temporarily, I shall definitely make it a point to read all your blogs. Especially Pixie's. :-)
Yea, I know my blog template has changed too often.. But I'm annoyed coz nothing looks as good as the permanent one I used to have.. and I'm bored with that.. so, I'm gonna keep experimenting :-) You can drop in your comments, but well, I'm gonna continue doing what I feel like.. so in case I do-not implement your suggestions, do not be a cranky baby.. I've quit baby sitting, you see....
My previous post sucked, I hate it.
The person I missed most was Ki .. Trinaa, even :-(
and Aditi, babe, I LOVE you!
That's about it.
& Next two months are going to decide my life.
And this time, I am ready for them :-)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Giving up
You wish, you dream, you want,
Life to be a certain way
And then one disappointment
Simply washes all hope away..
You fight, think positive, you deny
Raise your head; Oh! You want to fly
Reach that goal, show the world
Your worth, ability to reach that dream
Seen with open eyes and not, on your bed curled
But why does it have to make you suffer?
Make it more difficult, all of the queer?
More struggle, sweat, tears as exam nears
More night outs, perseverance, biggest fears..
Just to reach that illusion you saw
As your dream
As your desire
As your bloody need!
Maybe coz God just wants it
to taste it a little more sweet
When you succeed, reach that aim
Not tarnish your daddy’s fame
Be that daughter who did not give up
Despite that massive career blow-up..
I guess it’s just a phase
And 2 years later I would laugh at my craze
To type all emotional turmoil on my blog
When I should just study and slog
But I feel better and you would agree
It helps, makes you feel better, free.
:-D :-D
Still in Pune. Life sucks. Food sucks. Schedule sucks worse.
And as you just read,
I am lovin it!
:-D
Life to be a certain way
And then one disappointment
Simply washes all hope away..
You fight, think positive, you deny
Raise your head; Oh! You want to fly
Reach that goal, show the world
Your worth, ability to reach that dream
Seen with open eyes and not, on your bed curled
But why does it have to make you suffer?
Make it more difficult, all of the queer?
More struggle, sweat, tears as exam nears
More night outs, perseverance, biggest fears..
Just to reach that illusion you saw
As your dream
As your desire
As your bloody need!
Maybe coz God just wants it
to taste it a little more sweet
When you succeed, reach that aim
Not tarnish your daddy’s fame
Be that daughter who did not give up
Despite that massive career blow-up..
I guess it’s just a phase
And 2 years later I would laugh at my craze
To type all emotional turmoil on my blog
When I should just study and slog
But I feel better and you would agree
It helps, makes you feel better, free.
:-D :-D
Still in Pune. Life sucks. Food sucks. Schedule sucks worse.
And as you just read,
I am lovin it!
:-D
Monday, May 4, 2009
WHAT-A-DAY!
Phew!
I phewed last evening when IIT got done and was under the impression that at least for the next 2 weeks I have nothing as such to worry about [barring my mock tests @ Pune ofcourse]. But little was I aware of the absolute pandemonium that awaited me this morning.
On a good note, I made two brand new friends and spend some quality time with one of them :-)
Well, I was out with one of my good [;-)] friends last night and was helluva tired when I got back home. Then leaving for Pune early Monday morning with so many people coming back to work after a long weekend, I knew it could be tough. So well, I got up at the usual 6, did my basic packing and had one BIG bag full of books to accompany me on my way back. Left home at 7 am after that usual “beta ek bread piece aur le-lo”, “Yeh dudh kon khatam karega” jazz.
On the bus-stop, stranded! Shivneri-which is the MSRCT Govt Volvo was all booked till 8:30! And Jay [with whom I had come to Mumbai], had crossed my stop at 6:30 a.m. So, in short, I HAD to take any bus that came along. Neeta, private bus is my father’s call, because he wanted me to leave before he got too late for office. 7:30 bus is mostly full but luckily I get through with a ladies seat next to this girl who is engrossed in her novel.
So, we leave; both of us wave bye to our parents and I get in the journey mode. Me on radio n half dear sleep; she back to her book; intermittently talking on the phone. But then both of us get too bored and start talking :-) One thing leads to another and we begin to open up about the reason for the travel, our courses, her job, backgrounds, rickshaw drivers, doctors, parents and random blabber shit.
Me: And so I am applying to almost all corner of the country for an MSc seat!
K Didi: :-)
Me: Which city do you belong to actually?
K Didi: Oh! That’s some question! I work at Pune and my parents live at Mumbai. But then I have done my schooling from 2-3 parts of the country and graduation from Gujrat.
Me: That’s nice. I’ve been in Mumbai since I was very little. And thus the problem with getting accustomed to a new place; Pune is fine… Where in Gujrat are you from?
K Didi: Baroda.
Me: I’m even applying to universities over there! Such desperation for a seat, but then MSU is my dream university :-)
K Didi: Haha! I’m a student of MSU. Comps Engineering but, no Biochemistry-Biotechnology for me :-)
Me: Oh! I know some-one who belongs to your course, might be a couplea years senior or junior to you but.. His name is Urv..
K Didi: who? Urv Bhatt?
Me: Yea.. I know him through blogger :-)
K Didi: Urv is one of my very good friends from college!!
Me: Huh?
K Didi: Haha! How small IS my world!
Loads of smiles and laughter, and bitching about our very own You-are-we. :-D
K Didi: He put up some of our weird pictures on his blog!
Me: Yeah yeah, I remember that post!
K Didi: I follow his blog sometimes..
Me: Yeah, that’s a fun blog..
And then blogger details, facebook details, phone numbers, exchanged.
In short, one helluva meet, she n me spent such a good time that made one boring journey absolute fun; so, good in mama’s hood :-D
My stop came 1st nI got off, with my massive book bag and back-pack.. But then as this was the private bus, it didn’t have the usual stops. I had to get off at Aundh which is FAR from the main city, but then anyway we have to take rickshaws through Pune because of lack of infrastructure in the form of good public transport. But today of all days when I was alone and out of the main city, there had to be an
AUTO RICKSHAW STRIKE!
My bag was big, and my bag was heavy. Like VERY HEAVY! I couldn’t even walk straight with its load. Plus the other bag was pretty difficult to manage with. I had absolutely no idea about the bus routes or numbers or stops! I had never traveled by them you see..
But then somehow, this C didi helped me with my stuff and we changed 2 buses to get through. Took me about an hour extra and I walked on the sunny hot roads literally pulling my self and the bags on the roads. Plus I called all my friends to postpone their journey and not travel alone if they can manage. A good company in a bad journey can make a hell lotta difference you see.
So, now I am in pune and have tests n study schedule lined up for the rest of the month. Shall keep you guys posted!
And y’all keep in touch.
:-)
I phewed last evening when IIT got done and was under the impression that at least for the next 2 weeks I have nothing as such to worry about [barring my mock tests @ Pune ofcourse]. But little was I aware of the absolute pandemonium that awaited me this morning.
On a good note, I made two brand new friends and spend some quality time with one of them :-)
Well, I was out with one of my good [;-)] friends last night and was helluva tired when I got back home. Then leaving for Pune early Monday morning with so many people coming back to work after a long weekend, I knew it could be tough. So well, I got up at the usual 6, did my basic packing and had one BIG bag full of books to accompany me on my way back. Left home at 7 am after that usual “beta ek bread piece aur le-lo”, “Yeh dudh kon khatam karega” jazz.
On the bus-stop, stranded! Shivneri-which is the MSRCT Govt Volvo was all booked till 8:30! And Jay [with whom I had come to Mumbai], had crossed my stop at 6:30 a.m. So, in short, I HAD to take any bus that came along. Neeta, private bus is my father’s call, because he wanted me to leave before he got too late for office. 7:30 bus is mostly full but luckily I get through with a ladies seat next to this girl who is engrossed in her novel.
So, we leave; both of us wave bye to our parents and I get in the journey mode. Me on radio n half dear sleep; she back to her book; intermittently talking on the phone. But then both of us get too bored and start talking :-) One thing leads to another and we begin to open up about the reason for the travel, our courses, her job, backgrounds, rickshaw drivers, doctors, parents and random blabber shit.
Me: And so I am applying to almost all corner of the country for an MSc seat!
K Didi: :-)
Me: Which city do you belong to actually?
K Didi: Oh! That’s some question! I work at Pune and my parents live at Mumbai. But then I have done my schooling from 2-3 parts of the country and graduation from Gujrat.
Me: That’s nice. I’ve been in Mumbai since I was very little. And thus the problem with getting accustomed to a new place; Pune is fine… Where in Gujrat are you from?
K Didi: Baroda.
Me: I’m even applying to universities over there! Such desperation for a seat, but then MSU is my dream university :-)
K Didi: Haha! I’m a student of MSU. Comps Engineering but, no Biochemistry-Biotechnology for me :-)
Me: Oh! I know some-one who belongs to your course, might be a couplea years senior or junior to you but.. His name is Urv..
K Didi: who? Urv Bhatt?
Me: Yea.. I know him through blogger :-)
K Didi: Urv is one of my very good friends from college!!
Me: Huh?
K Didi: Haha! How small IS my world!
Loads of smiles and laughter, and bitching about our very own You-are-we. :-D
K Didi: He put up some of our weird pictures on his blog!
Me: Yeah yeah, I remember that post!
K Didi: I follow his blog sometimes..
Me: Yeah, that’s a fun blog..
And then blogger details, facebook details, phone numbers, exchanged.
In short, one helluva meet, she n me spent such a good time that made one boring journey absolute fun; so, good in mama’s hood :-D
My stop came 1st nI got off, with my massive book bag and back-pack.. But then as this was the private bus, it didn’t have the usual stops. I had to get off at Aundh which is FAR from the main city, but then anyway we have to take rickshaws through Pune because of lack of infrastructure in the form of good public transport. But today of all days when I was alone and out of the main city, there had to be an
AUTO RICKSHAW STRIKE!
My bag was big, and my bag was heavy. Like VERY HEAVY! I couldn’t even walk straight with its load. Plus the other bag was pretty difficult to manage with. I had absolutely no idea about the bus routes or numbers or stops! I had never traveled by them you see..
But then somehow, this C didi helped me with my stuff and we changed 2 buses to get through. Took me about an hour extra and I walked on the sunny hot roads literally pulling my self and the bags on the roads. Plus I called all my friends to postpone their journey and not travel alone if they can manage. A good company in a bad journey can make a hell lotta difference you see.
So, now I am in pune and have tests n study schedule lined up for the rest of the month. Shall keep you guys posted!
And y’all keep in touch.
:-)
Friday, May 1, 2009
Come back
He be my close pal
He n I, together through all
But one day he just walks out the hall
Between us there be an invisible wall
Does he not know?
That it hurts me bad
If a friend I always had
Suddenly becomes all lone and sad
Everything he does just makes me mad
Do I over-react?
Dear,
If things were not working out
Something was messy, there was doubt
There were speculations all about
All you did was ‘want to shout’
Can I not help?
Prolly I am too young for advice refined
Too frail, too out of my mind
But what about the forces which bind
Us much deeper than the rind
Do you not trust?
It simply hurts us,
Breaches us, bleeds us,
As if we just missed the bus
The feeling of an absolute Blunderbuss
What can we do?
Or
Is there nothing to do?
To work it out, to bid bad days adieu
Tell me what is wrong with you
Let me help you walk it through
What have I done?
If you don’t revert the frame
It shall never be the same.
P.S. Super-cool Most Awesome Dot Song re-vamped here :-)
P.P.S. Thanks Jay for a great journey back home. 3 hours, absolute fun! Don't you agree?
P.P.P.S. I shall write, but please pardon my absence from the networking communities and your blogs for a while.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
The Dot Song
Well, so one of my friends from college, Anisha, had this very interesting status message on Gtalk for ages, which read, A line is a dot that went for a walk. :-)
Then one fine day, alterations of this were made by various people on her friend-list and now it is an entire poem! :) :) :) It is so cool that not including it on my blog would be an absolute insult to this master-piece! And as I am one of the contributors, I shall take full liberty of that :-D
So, here it is!
THE DOT SONG
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
- Paul Klee (contributed by Bimal Bharath)
A curve is a dot that flew like a hawk.
- Rahul "Anonick" Dandekar
An icosahedron is a dot that didn't know where to stop.
- Madhura Rane
A scribble is a dot not knowing what it sought.
- Anisha "Anne" Zaveri
A circle is a dot that just goes round and round,
A coil is a dot that keeps getting wound.
-Adi Sengupta
An exclamation is a dot with an erection.
-Bimal Bharath
An asterisk is a dot with hair.
-Srikanth Viswanathan
A Buckyball is a dot that was out there to shop.
-Shatabdi "Express" Roy Chowdhury
A doodle is a dot that dances a lot.
-Rahul "Anonick" Dandekar
A colon is a dot who found true love.
-Siddharth "Sid" Joshi
A knot is a dot that lost it's path.
(disclaimer: in a closed space)
-Ravitej U.
A star is a dot that's really really hot.
-Adi Sengupta
A tittle is a dot.
-Anandi Rajan
Z is a dot after too many drinks.
-Shivam Gupta
A bot is a dot, out of silicon wrought.
-Preyas P.
A semicolon is a dot taking a dump.
-Ranaji Deb
A division sign is a dot looking at the mirror in vain,
A curl is a dot that had too much champagne.
-Anisha "Anne" Zaveri
A comet is a dot with a wild streak.
-Nikita Mehra
A shooting star is a dot that can't be caught.
-Shatabdi "Express" Roy Chowdhury
A squiggle is a dot that lost the plot
-Nikita Mehra
An O is a dot yawning.
-Bimal Bharath
A bulls eye is dot that is tough to spot.
-Preyas P.
A fuzzball is a dot with goosebumps.
-Rajani Rajan
A double helix is a dot that is entangled and can't get out.
-Anandi Rajan
A dot is not what you and I thought.
-Achal Agarwal
A dot is a dot is a dot.
-Nikhil Karthik (A Gertrude Stein reference)
:-) :-) :-)
P.S. The whole poem can be found here :-)
Then one fine day, alterations of this were made by various people on her friend-list and now it is an entire poem! :) :) :) It is so cool that not including it on my blog would be an absolute insult to this master-piece! And as I am one of the contributors, I shall take full liberty of that :-D
So, here it is!
THE DOT SONG
A line is a dot that went for a walk.
- Paul Klee (contributed by Bimal Bharath)
A curve is a dot that flew like a hawk.
- Rahul "Anonick" Dandekar
An icosahedron is a dot that didn't know where to stop.
- Madhura Rane
A scribble is a dot not knowing what it sought.
- Anisha "Anne" Zaveri
A circle is a dot that just goes round and round,
A coil is a dot that keeps getting wound.
-Adi Sengupta
An exclamation is a dot with an erection.
-Bimal Bharath
An asterisk is a dot with hair.
-Srikanth Viswanathan
A Buckyball is a dot that was out there to shop.
-Shatabdi "Express" Roy Chowdhury
A doodle is a dot that dances a lot.
-Rahul "Anonick" Dandekar
A colon is a dot who found true love.
-Siddharth "Sid" Joshi
A knot is a dot that lost it's path.
(disclaimer: in a closed space)
-Ravitej U.
A star is a dot that's really really hot.
-Adi Sengupta
A tittle is a dot.
-Anandi Rajan
Z is a dot after too many drinks.
-Shivam Gupta
A bot is a dot, out of silicon wrought.
-Preyas P.
A semicolon is a dot taking a dump.
-Ranaji Deb
A division sign is a dot looking at the mirror in vain,
A curl is a dot that had too much champagne.
-Anisha "Anne" Zaveri
A comet is a dot with a wild streak.
-Nikita Mehra
A shooting star is a dot that can't be caught.
-Shatabdi "Express" Roy Chowdhury
A squiggle is a dot that lost the plot
-Nikita Mehra
An O is a dot yawning.
-Bimal Bharath
A bulls eye is dot that is tough to spot.
-Preyas P.
A fuzzball is a dot with goosebumps.
-Rajani Rajan
A double helix is a dot that is entangled and can't get out.
-Anandi Rajan
A dot is not what you and I thought.
-Achal Agarwal
A dot is a dot is a dot.
-Nikhil Karthik (A Gertrude Stein reference)
:-) :-) :-)
P.S. The whole poem can be found here :-)
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