Holidays

Holidays are fun. Period.
The last 2 weeks have been really been gr8. Waking up late (and I mean it..very late)
having pretty much nothing to do...eating away to glory..(or gaining a lot of extra kilos..)watching some very crappy songs on television..(pretty updated have I bcm..lol)catching frenz online..playing with 2 yr old Anushree (that's a part of the day I really love...)..and yes watching F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and movies (thanx Foofi) on my extra slow lappy..
That's pretty much it with a few additions or deletions..
And I realise how much I love to while away time. Now, I admit that I understand the gravity of the adage "Time and Tide wait for none", but I have made peace with the fact that I love waiting for time to pass by..:)
I love to lie in the bed long after I have woken up..love to stare at the morning newspaper without actually reading it..not actually thinking about nething in particular..listening to the same song on my phone over nd over again ..simply because I lack the will to change it..
There are times when I feel a little guilty...and I sincerely try to do smthing (oh well..)Lets not talk about what has been accomplished by those attempts..But to restore my happiness, I get back to enjoying my not doing anything..
That's pretty much sums up my hols..and now that they r cmg to n end..my heart aches ..and if u were observant enuf ..u cud find a tear rolling down ..:P
Holidays are fun. Absolutely.

Marriage and not just a wedding

<The below mentioned are my personal and thoroughly personal views.
If anybody is offended, please do not blame me.>

Some of my very good friends are getting married. To the people they love.
I am very happy for them. When two people in love make this committment,
my faith in worldy relations is restored. Life is too short to make a committment
like this for any other reason. (Entirely personal perception attached to this
comment.) Many parents (esp in the Indian middle class context) are inclined to getting
their girls married off as soon as they hit the 22-25 age range. It's like the glass ceiling
for women. I admit, my ego could be preventing me from seeing a reason through this,
but I fail to, seriously. Why does society have to decide what is good and bad for us,
almost always? It's alright if two people madly in love decide to get married at 22. But
why force someone to participate in "holy matrimony" just because their unmarried status
does not go down well with some people.After all marriage is not just about the wedding.
In fact its realms lie well beyond the scope of the social nupital ceremony. A marriage
has to go well. Else, it can spell disaster for everyone involved. It cannot be a compromise.
And more than anything else, the two people involved must understand the gravity of the
committment they are making.

Fate decides a lot of things for us. Marriages, they say, are made in heaven. But life
gives us the right to realise it, by ourselves. We should
excercise this. To its fullest potential.

In-sanity...

I wake up..I want to fall asleep again..or maybe I have been dreaming and I want to wake up..but I am unable to..I look around ..There is a strange aura to everything. My head spins ..I am unable to understand or it is because I do not want to understand..the moment comes and goes..and I wait..wait for the moment to arrive..when reality would be lost in the wilderness of my dreams..and I would never ever have to wake up from this dream of mine...

Once upon a time....

It's been long long time since I blogged. Reasons are several. For one I couldn't think of any topic...I have been too lazy to think..Have been at In*y for nearly 4 months and am right now at In*y Pune. Work environment is funny with many people in my buidling having very little or no work at all - leaving people with a lot of time enough to get bored of doing nothing. Have been trying awfully hard to keep myself busy...but sometimes the lethargy from the act of not doing at all seriously affects you..Well well before I forget, A very happy new yr to one and all..May all of us have a gr8 yr ahead..Let's hope each one of us contributes something good to the society this year..betters himself/herself in some respect..and a lot more. And anyone who thinks I do not deserve to be bored to death, please suggest something interesting to do. ..On my part, I promise to sincerely follow anything that you suggest as long as it does not go beyond the realms of my judgement..(???)
Since I dont have anything better to write about, let me sign off here ...Once again, A very happy and prosperous new yr to everyone...

How 7.7.7 turned out for me…..

It’s the neptune’s number. The date is so auspicious that people are getting married on this date at 7 am or 7 pm and commencing the marriage ceremony within 7 minutes. Pregnant mothers are “trying” to give birth to their children on this day. People are buying land, gold on this auspicious day. Well, this is all the television channels and the newspapers have to say about 7.7.7. Here’s my story.
Scene 1: I get up early in the morning to go to Ahmedabad to meet a certain person. Let’s call her Miss X. After getting dressed up and all set to go, I get to know that Miss X has left her workplace months ago. Great going. Next, I sprain my shoulder which prevents my head from turning more than a few degrees. Awesome. Cut to scene 2.
Scene 2: My mother has been pestering me to attend this marriage of some colleague of my father. Since she is already pissed off with my non social behaviour, of late, I decide to go. She helps me decide on some decent dress for the occasion.(let’s not talk about it..) But this attempt of mine to be social turns out to be a “bigtime” fiasco for me. For one, there was nobody I knew. For that matter, there wasn’t even a single person of my age group attending the wedding. The only aunty I was acquainted with, comes and strikes a conversation with my mother. She starts off, “Your daughter is quite thin”(OMG, for anybody who has seen me these days, I am anything but thin….)Another uncle advises my mother to let me take GRE and go to US for further studies. BTW, the place where I am currently staying, any Tom, Dick or Harry who takes GRE can go to US to study. Your GRE score and profile hardly matters.(Money speaks!!) I say, I am not interested in MS, want to go for an MBA. But my voice is lost in the din of their conversation. Wow. I rush to the nearest benches to sit, but there’s s*** there and thousands of ants around. I decide against it. Finally its time to leave….Yippie!!!
But 7.7.7 has to be a special day for me. How can it end so easily? The car in which we were traveling decides to breaks down. Thanks to some uncles around, the car starts running again…
Final scene: I am hungry and asking my mother to make me something. After such a pathetic day, I have to give vent to whatever is going on inside me. So, here I am, writing such a lousy piece about my experience of 7.7.7. - the most auspicious day in a thousand years… I might end this blog with one word of advice to all those couples who have literally run to the altar on this auspicious day. Beware!!!

PS: The above piece is the product of a bored and tired mind. Please do not take offence at any of my comments.

We, the Bathroom Singers...

Bathroom singers - a very interesting species, to say the least. I pride myself on being one(trust me, I and my room mate actually got scolded for incessant singing in the bathroom when we were in the first semester). There are certain peculiar characteristics of us -the lot. Once inside the bathroom, and our voice becoming the sole identity for the rest of the world, our talent blooms and of course then, there's no stopping us...Before I continue, let me tell ya all what prompted me to start writing on this very enthusiastic class of singers. Well, while I was having my bath this morning, I was really made to suffer by two of my very enthusiastic fellow beings. They picked up one song after another and did not stop until I was done with my bath which was like for half n hr...Neways the point is not that the singers in question made a very genuine and sincere effort to deafen me. The point is the complete ignorance on our part of the extreme pleasure(read:nuisance) that we tend to provide to the listeners, while we sing. The irony is, the moment we stop singing, and someone other than us starts doing so, we start scrutinizing the notes and the everything of the song being sung. One of my friends tried to explain this to me scientifically saying that we actually never get to know our own real voice until we record it and hear it. It's very true. But I think the various traits of a bathroom singer cannot be explained thus.Whatever it is, I would have loved to record the songs that these girls sang this morning and would have loved it even more to make them listen to their songs sometime...And the funniest part was, after every song that they sang, they used to applaud each other...at least their singing wasn't enough..Phew...


PS: At this point, I must confess one thing. It was in the first semester. I don't know what got into my head and my roomie's as well. Because we decided to have an antakshri while we had our bath. And believe me , we must have really bugged the others because Shashibala(our BEC TA) actually came out of her room and shouted at us to keep us shut...

Sometimes, certain things happen

and you never remain the same...



There are a few incidents strewn here and there in my life which have really influenced me, made me the "me" that I am today. Good or bad, they have made me think, drop certain habits, pick up some others..The earliest thing that is etched on my mind is that of my mother forgoing several of her wishes to fulfill mine..Her leaving practising law for almost fifteen years so that she could see me grow up well. Though I did not realise the significance of this as late as when I was in my teens, I promised myself never to let her down.(Sorry if you do not call this an incident, but what is life if not an incident!!!)One day out of a stupid fight with my mother I tore some important papers and I saw the hurt in my mother's eyes. And God, I swore whatever might happen, moi never going to vent my anger this way...When I was in class Six, I had been slapped by the principal of my school(and that too just before I was appearing for my Geography exam) for no fault of mine, but because of some stupid teacher. (That stupid teacher did not even take the blame and got two of us soanked)That day,I realised, all teachers are not to be worshipped. I was dumped by my best friend, and I realised to trust people but not to let them take control of my life. Later, I met some great new friends and I realised that all people are not bad. I screwed up my first sem at DA-IICT and I realised what my priorities where..Had some great and awful experiences with project partners, and I realised whatever comes to you, you have to take the responsibility.But all this while I understood the import of the saying
"The foundation of friendship can be work, but the foundation of work should never be friendship".
Started blogging, and I found a space beyond my diary to express myself. Did not work very hard for the first part of my BTP and got a B while my rest of the team got A's . I realised, my good luck always comes with the hard work.

But there were innumerable other incidents which influenced my life, but they had nothing to do with me. These were the things that happened to my friends, to people I knew. They might have just caused a ripple effect, but yes, I never remained the one I was....