what does it mean?
Is it inappropriate to ask a guy u hardly know his phone number cuz u know that u want to keep in touch with him when u may or may not or in foreseeable future have a crush on him?
Is it inappropriate to put your head on the shoulder of the person sitting next to u in the AC bus that u spend half ur life in, because it looks so comfortable?
Is it inappropriate to headbang to ur current favourite rock song, when u are in a public place?
Is it inappropriate to talk naughty on ur phone when people around you are clearly interested in what you are talking?
Is it inappropriate to love someone when that person has no idea that you even exist? (maybe not, more of useless isn't it?)
Is it inappropriate to ignore someone completely because you know it isn't going to end well, as it hasn't in the past?
Is it inappropriate to stare at someone you see on the road, who u know is very very familiar, but can't for some reason place where u know them from?
Is it inappropriate to ask someone you hardly know, personal stuff?
Is it inappropriate to brag and bore the person your talking to with personal stuff?
Is it inappropriate to make a person who's waiting for you, wait more cuz u decided waking up at so n so time would be enough to reach that place by that time?
Is it inappropriate to be partial to your favourites when others are just as much deserving as ur favourites?
Is it inappropriate to scratch when u are getting your daily quota of mosquito bites waiting for that bus that you've spent half your life in?
Is it inappropriate to sing loudly in the shower when u know very well that anyone else in their bathroom at the same time from your apartment building will be able to hear you?
Is it inappropriate to smile while trying to control laughter when you are being shouted at/ your teammates are being fired at?
Is it inappropriate to pry and peep over the shoulder of the person who acts like he has no better place to work than on the bus?
Is it inappropriate to open folders clearly marked personal on the persons pc/laptop you are using to check your mail?
Is it inappropriate to Facebook stalk a person you hardly know but really want to know about?
after all these dumb questions, I actually know what inappropriate is...
Its what is somewhat alright until the other person/persons/public etc find out about it and have nothing relatively more inappropriate to consider at that point in time
:)
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
The Book Lover/ Movie Theater Victim
The curse of the movie theatre has come to an end.. Yaay!! after 5 years of a movie per 2.5 years, it has progressed to 2 movies in three months! Now, if only there were movies being made that were worth watching... And new actors/actresses who actually know how to act and not just make us miserable watching their miserable attempt at acting..
Amongst other things, I realised that it makes no difference to me whether I've seen the latest hit movie or not.. Its just two days but even if someone asks me whether I've seen anything new, I say No.. Just as if the time I spent watching that movie doesn't exist.. And I only have a faint memory of sitting in the theatre too... But that may also be an effect of re-reading the whole inheritance cycle from cover to cover (no I'm not that bored, I actually always read cover to cover, word to word and no, I don't remember any books dedications) Finishing it in straight 3 days was no easy task, I tell you and the bookmark I used was a constant reminder of what all I'd kept aside to feel that rush again (it stated a reason on why I should use a bookmark, cuz u realise something stinks!! courtesy flipkart )
But that kind of rush, to live the life of the character, the attention to every little detail in the life of that character, it doesn't come through while watching a movie does it? (and all books made into movies are hopeless, with an exception of LOTR maybe and Narnia.. why do they even bother trying to cramp a book into a 2/3 hour movie? And worse, in some cases change the whole story? how can any author justify it?)
Most of the actors don't justify their characters too... The best example of that would be the twilight series.. While most of them to quote a friend look like dead lizards, other than in Twilight, I don't think they act better than dead lizards too... it pains me so much to watch them on screen that I gave up watching the series altogether.. I'm happy with my memories of the characters when I originally read it.. the movie has also succeeded in making sure I never reread the book again as well.. I still can't understand why all that hype?
there are so many tiny things that make the inheritance series perfect for movies scenes, like the ship that arya makes, and the time roran and katrina see it, and golden lilies, and burrow grubs.. But then again such things leave such a strong imprint on your mind that any difference between what you imagined it to be and its depiction in a movie will leave you disappointed.. Worse what if the movie makers think that this part needn't be in the movie to save time?
Maybe making a TV soap of it, like Game of Thrones (i haven't read that yet, so god only knows what changes the soap has) would make sense. Then every burrow grub would have its rightful share of screen space. Hopefully books as magnificent and not to mention large as the inheritance cycle would be next in line.. and not made into any more movies.. Eragon the movie was dismal enough..
In that way I laud the HP movie makers.. They found a way to make harry potter viral even with people who hate reading, ensuring more sales to bloomsbury.. If nothing else the actors were cast perfectly.. Even dead lizard ended up looking perfect on screen. But then I read Eragon and I grew up (Thank you so much Christopher Paolini for everything... Though keeping angelas life still a secret is a bit inconsiderate on your part.. Hope you get back to alagaesia soon!)
I think any person who loves reading would find such movies an abomination. Don't movie makers have anywhere else to get scripts from? but only a few of them get that right though.. Using inspiration from a book that is... Take Three Idiots , luckily it stayed at just that, an inspiration, the scriptwritor changed the story so much that it was unrecognizable.. The attempt by chetan bhagat to publicize his role in the movie was eventually useless, afterall what grounds did he have to prove that it was his story when its only role was that of an inspiration?
I think authors should now say it in writing that they don't want their books to be made into movies.. Did JRR make the book thinking it would be on motion screen one day? No rite... But does that stop his writing from being detailed and vivid? When I eventually write a book, I'll make sure I specify - no movie (not that its gonna be so popular to make into a movie.. But what's stopping hope??)
Amongst other things, I realised that it makes no difference to me whether I've seen the latest hit movie or not.. Its just two days but even if someone asks me whether I've seen anything new, I say No.. Just as if the time I spent watching that movie doesn't exist.. And I only have a faint memory of sitting in the theatre too... But that may also be an effect of re-reading the whole inheritance cycle from cover to cover (no I'm not that bored, I actually always read cover to cover, word to word and no, I don't remember any books dedications) Finishing it in straight 3 days was no easy task, I tell you and the bookmark I used was a constant reminder of what all I'd kept aside to feel that rush again (it stated a reason on why I should use a bookmark, cuz u realise something stinks!! courtesy flipkart )
But that kind of rush, to live the life of the character, the attention to every little detail in the life of that character, it doesn't come through while watching a movie does it? (and all books made into movies are hopeless, with an exception of LOTR maybe and Narnia.. why do they even bother trying to cramp a book into a 2/3 hour movie? And worse, in some cases change the whole story? how can any author justify it?)
Most of the actors don't justify their characters too... The best example of that would be the twilight series.. While most of them to quote a friend look like dead lizards, other than in Twilight, I don't think they act better than dead lizards too... it pains me so much to watch them on screen that I gave up watching the series altogether.. I'm happy with my memories of the characters when I originally read it.. the movie has also succeeded in making sure I never reread the book again as well.. I still can't understand why all that hype?
there are so many tiny things that make the inheritance series perfect for movies scenes, like the ship that arya makes, and the time roran and katrina see it, and golden lilies, and burrow grubs.. But then again such things leave such a strong imprint on your mind that any difference between what you imagined it to be and its depiction in a movie will leave you disappointed.. Worse what if the movie makers think that this part needn't be in the movie to save time?
Maybe making a TV soap of it, like Game of Thrones (i haven't read that yet, so god only knows what changes the soap has) would make sense. Then every burrow grub would have its rightful share of screen space. Hopefully books as magnificent and not to mention large as the inheritance cycle would be next in line.. and not made into any more movies.. Eragon the movie was dismal enough..
In that way I laud the HP movie makers.. They found a way to make harry potter viral even with people who hate reading, ensuring more sales to bloomsbury.. If nothing else the actors were cast perfectly.. Even dead lizard ended up looking perfect on screen. But then I read Eragon and I grew up (Thank you so much Christopher Paolini for everything... Though keeping angelas life still a secret is a bit inconsiderate on your part.. Hope you get back to alagaesia soon!)
I think any person who loves reading would find such movies an abomination. Don't movie makers have anywhere else to get scripts from? but only a few of them get that right though.. Using inspiration from a book that is... Take Three Idiots , luckily it stayed at just that, an inspiration, the scriptwritor changed the story so much that it was unrecognizable.. The attempt by chetan bhagat to publicize his role in the movie was eventually useless, afterall what grounds did he have to prove that it was his story when its only role was that of an inspiration?
I think authors should now say it in writing that they don't want their books to be made into movies.. Did JRR make the book thinking it would be on motion screen one day? No rite... But does that stop his writing from being detailed and vivid? When I eventually write a book, I'll make sure I specify - no movie (not that its gonna be so popular to make into a movie.. But what's stopping hope??)
Monday, October 3, 2011
Sole Searching time
So, 2 weeks later, still no luck.. Apparently there is a dearth of perfect jobs out there.. And to all tech cos that are hounding me right now... how do I change my resume to make it absolutely clear that I have no interest in being a FiCo?
Also there is a dearth of perfect shoes.. Yes I'm big footed, people who know me would probably guess that from my height I know, but they don't know that I'm just a teeny weeny bit above the normal-size-you-get-in-india threshold... you find every size in most shops, I know but that's only for the lucky people whose feet are size 7 or below. And of course, I'm an 8 (actually 7n3/4)
Imagine a scenario when you go to a shoe shop.. You pick a shoe.. Something with a peep toe, a slight heel and you ask the attendant for the size 8.. He looks at you incredulously, then looks at your feet and says they don't have size 8 in this shoe.. Ok, your ego hurts a little.. And your mother leaves no stone unturned to make it hurt more(yes I shop with my mother.. So??) She asks whether they have ANY shoe in size 8. And the attendant says No...and You walk out of the store sheepishly wondering if there's anyway to make your feet smaller (actually more of why do shoe stores think no one with a size 8 would want to wear a shoe)
Now imagine this happening to you every time you go shoe shopping.. Yeah, I really appreciate your sympathy..
And the past two days when I had to wear formal shoes, just made life hell... oh did I forget to mention that I get shoe bites from every single one I get? (Yes, to top it all) its like every shoe/sandal even flip flops and sports shoes have some vendetta against me... If I wear a new one, I make sure there are a minimum of 10 band aids on me.. So that at least on my way back home I have something obstructing the pain.. And these shoe bites are vengeful as well.. They don't heal in a few days.. No, it takes a month to finally get those fluid filled inflammations to break (I obviously, break them in a few days) and then the scabs to dry and disappear..
They are not restricted to new shoes too... If I wear one that I haven't worn from a long time, my feet are punished for that as well...
Anyway I digress, shoe shopping, that's what we were talking about.. my hypothetical situation is true in most of the malls, most of the good branded stores, other brands and most of the exhibitions that come to your city(the ones showcasing the country's artistic goods thing? Yeah that one) it also applies to foreign brands in India (you would think they are used to selling big sizes but I think it has something to do with their pre-entry market survey)
Sports shoes you would think would be perfect for me? Yeah.. If I see anything that is even a bit non male like (that ranges from white to purple to silver, even pink even though I don't particularly like pink) they don't have it.. And they insist on me trying out their largest size even after my repeated requests of a size 8 (as if I wouldn't know what my legs fit into) and then when I've finally proven it to them that my feet are not the size they would have them to be, they lead me to the other section.. Where I am left wondering how you could possibly wear the same shoe that I saw a friend wear just the other day.. and yes he's a boy..
(as I said earlier, thank you for all your sympathies)
So do I walk around barefooted? No, obviously.. There are these wonderful stores that keep really good looking shoes for people like us.. But then they forget one basic thing.. The size of a persons foot is somewhat proportional to his height.. Yep, I get shoes my size that have a minimum heel of 3 inches(mind you, I love heels.. Which woman doesn't? And in my past few weeks experience I've realised I can run in them, its only the walking that hurts... ie running between bus stops when there are like 5 in a row and the bus you want to get into stops at the one you aren't at.. And the hurting, its from the shoe bite)
How do I wear even an inch heel when I easily tower over people wherever I am? Not to mention the hitting my head on the train handle/bus handle thingy that u use to save yourself from falling during sudden/even normal breaks, all this in basic heel-less sandals?
I tried to muster up courage for e-shopping as well, but what if the shoe delivered is not the true size or color or shape? Or even worse what if it was worn by somebody earlier and why do u think they would want to dispose it off unless something bad happened to them?? Maybe someone puked on them, maybe someone stepped into poop in them (its a good thing you can't see my face right now)
Maybe I could escape to some country where big footed people are welcome.. Maybe there will finally be enough demand for size 8 that stores will actually start storing them.. Maybe those thong less flip flops that actually use some sort of gum to stick on your feet which was in the news a few years ago would start selling in India.. And maybe they would be deemed appropriate for official wear..
until then moral of this story :
shoeless and jobless I am...
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The memory Box.
While the rains did mumbai in again last weekend, I decided to do something that I'd been delaying for some time now.. Cleaning. Not that I don't like to clean but with my borderline OCD I need it to be done perfectly, so it takes a minimum of two days to get my room in that perfect order.. And since I have nothing better to do I thought I might as well get it done with..
There's a lot of things to clean as well, that's another reason I'd been delaying.. And also cleaning and throwing away old stuff go hand in hand.. How can I throw anything away when each thing has its own memories?
I'm a sucker for old things.. I collect trinkets, stones, stamps, coins, shells, christmas cards, birthday cards, stickers...even used gift wrapping paper. Of course I have to open each one of those collections while cleaning.. See all of the stuff Ive collected over the years.. All those memories.. Who gave me what in which gift wrapping paper... So now u know why my cleaning takes time??
There's even a cookie box filled with ID cards...From 9th (cuz if you remember we dint have any before 9th) all the way until ty.. maybe I can show my grandchildren in the distant future how I cards were at our time, (hopefully they will laugh more at the ID than make fun of my pic)
Earlier after each school academic year, without even waiting for the second day of vacation, my job would be clearing my study table of all the years books, papers and replacing them with fiction books that I bought for my birthday, which conveniently falls between the exam and the results. This was the first time in 6 years I had that opportunity again.. And I love it!! All the books that actually are important in my life are back to their usual place, right in front of me.. And to think it took 6 years to get it back where they belong.. :)
I'm a hoarder, I hoard memories.. Like the pink belt with an ornate buckle for which I had a big argument with my parents in the middle of the mall but never used and finally had to throw cuz the leather wore away due to non use, Obviously i had to tear away the buckle, how else would I remember that I had such a pink belt (And that argument)
Like the metal bead thingy that was on one of my favourite frocks back when I was 12, how else would I remember all the parties I've worn it to?
Like the birthday cards my friends made/got me, the cover of a book I borrowed from someone but forgot to return, the shells and stones that I and a friend used to go looking for in the sand at the construction site near home, the index sheets we used for projects at school, even the school writing sheets.. Everything has its own unique memory.. and each one triggers another..
You know what I mean, Like those shells I said I collected, I remember the black sand, the daily going down to play in the colony grounds, the friend, where she is now... And then I get all aww-Those-were-the-days-kind-of-faced..
I have a special draw in my study table for these old things.. The memory box I like to call it.. things like toyotas calendar that used to come with the jan issue of rd (4 consecutive years that too), like the black string thing inside a cassette of a album I loved but got bad, like the slam books and autograph books my friends filled up, like the friendship bands I've received over the years, like my first ever writing venture (yes it was fantasy, fiction and dint get past chap 3) and all other of my writing ventures ( 2 more, still fantasy, fiction and dint get past chapter 2)
I know what you are thinking, I'm a fool right? that its time to move on? That its already past the time to throw most of them out? Maybe you are right.. Maybe some of them should have been thrown out a long time ago, but then what would I do on rainy weekends like these when I have nothing better to do??
There's a lot of things to clean as well, that's another reason I'd been delaying.. And also cleaning and throwing away old stuff go hand in hand.. How can I throw anything away when each thing has its own memories?
I'm a sucker for old things.. I collect trinkets, stones, stamps, coins, shells, christmas cards, birthday cards, stickers...even used gift wrapping paper. Of course I have to open each one of those collections while cleaning.. See all of the stuff Ive collected over the years.. All those memories.. Who gave me what in which gift wrapping paper... So now u know why my cleaning takes time??
There's even a cookie box filled with ID cards...From 9th (cuz if you remember we dint have any before 9th) all the way until ty.. maybe I can show my grandchildren in the distant future how I cards were at our time, (hopefully they will laugh more at the ID than make fun of my pic)
Earlier after each school academic year, without even waiting for the second day of vacation, my job would be clearing my study table of all the years books, papers and replacing them with fiction books that I bought for my birthday, which conveniently falls between the exam and the results. This was the first time in 6 years I had that opportunity again.. And I love it!! All the books that actually are important in my life are back to their usual place, right in front of me.. And to think it took 6 years to get it back where they belong.. :)
I'm a hoarder, I hoard memories.. Like the pink belt with an ornate buckle for which I had a big argument with my parents in the middle of the mall but never used and finally had to throw cuz the leather wore away due to non use, Obviously i had to tear away the buckle, how else would I remember that I had such a pink belt (And that argument)
Like the metal bead thingy that was on one of my favourite frocks back when I was 12, how else would I remember all the parties I've worn it to?
Like the birthday cards my friends made/got me, the cover of a book I borrowed from someone but forgot to return, the shells and stones that I and a friend used to go looking for in the sand at the construction site near home, the index sheets we used for projects at school, even the school writing sheets.. Everything has its own unique memory.. and each one triggers another..
You know what I mean, Like those shells I said I collected, I remember the black sand, the daily going down to play in the colony grounds, the friend, where she is now... And then I get all aww-Those-were-the-days-kind-of-faced..
I have a special draw in my study table for these old things.. The memory box I like to call it.. things like toyotas calendar that used to come with the jan issue of rd (4 consecutive years that too), like the black string thing inside a cassette of a album I loved but got bad, like the slam books and autograph books my friends filled up, like the friendship bands I've received over the years, like my first ever writing venture (yes it was fantasy, fiction and dint get past chap 3) and all other of my writing ventures ( 2 more, still fantasy, fiction and dint get past chapter 2)
I know what you are thinking, I'm a fool right? that its time to move on? That its already past the time to throw most of them out? Maybe you are right.. Maybe some of them should have been thrown out a long time ago, but then what would I do on rainy weekends like these when I have nothing better to do??
Sunday, September 11, 2011
nUmBEr gaMeS
Numbers intrigue me. A lot..
(not 1,2,3 stupid, I meant data.. Stats.. Ranks, etc) And No,its not the reason why I'm in this profession..
Its amazing actually that you are one among 7 billion people on earth.(est).How many do we actually know? Maybe a thousand. (That's like less than 0.00001%) And I am one among 1.2 billion in India. and maybe one among I dunno how many million (Definitely million, you'll agree i know) in Mumbai. How is it that there are so many people around you and you don't get to meet that one person you've been wanting to meet for so long? (Just to make it clear to people who know me.. No, not him. Yes, some one else)
Earlier I was one among 0.8 million students trying to(I know, less trying, more praying and more cursing)crack one of the toughest exams in the world.Now that I'm on the other side I'm one among the 0.175 million members of a supposedly great and respectable profession.
my most memorable number before that has to be in 2nd grade.. 2nd in the whole section and the least.. well being somewhere in the middle of the upper half among the 300 students in 10th (you really thought that i would disclose it, that too on public domain?? )
One of the 6000 people who cleared this time (breaking all records). I am humbled by that of course, feels like the what you did isn't all that great..(i know... its an achievement, but really, is it good enough?) One of the I dunno how many who don't have to give any more exams (according to most of the thousand i mentioned earlier). And now.. One of the scores of people who don't have a job. (Aaargh). Thank you US for fuelling another downturn rumour. Thank you all Companies/Firms/Banks/Industries for giving me a number in that list as well...
So when the jobless data comes in from india, I'm one of those in that subset.. No actually I'm sure there's another subset with no interview calls.. Well rite, I'm in that set (i've had it.. Waking up before 10 everyday ( of course, what will the hr guy think if he hears my just woken up voice) and keeping the revered phone nearby until 6 and rushing to it every time my tone plays with an unknown number, only to hear old hindi never heard before songs which the phone company wants u to put as ur tune or xyz bank/co. asking if you want insurance.. No u retards, I want a job.. >_< )
What's my number? That's one question I've been longing to answer in an interview.. But apparently HR guys aren't really interested in your number (the retirement one ie, not phone no..)
They just want to muddle you, so much so that you start doubting why you should be even conversing with him when you could be doing better things like banging the phone lying on the desk on his head/ or ur portfolio (atleast one good use of all your certificates)
Why is it that you are always one among many.. why cant you be unique in anything? Why is it that you always have competition? Always have people judging you... what number you are among those many.. Why cant people just leave me alone..Its so much more easier to live life that way.. Not thinking about someone doing better than you.. Or worse than you.. But then again that would be too easy right?
Maybe someone can find a way in between.. Not so difficult.. Not so easy.. Well until then or maybe until I get a job or even an interview, I will keep posting these stupid things..
You, just have to deal with it..
(not 1,2,3 stupid, I meant data.. Stats.. Ranks, etc) And No,its not the reason why I'm in this profession..
Its amazing actually that you are one among 7 billion people on earth.(est).How many do we actually know? Maybe a thousand. (That's like less than 0.00001%) And I am one among 1.2 billion in India. and maybe one among I dunno how many million (Definitely million, you'll agree i know) in Mumbai. How is it that there are so many people around you and you don't get to meet that one person you've been wanting to meet for so long? (Just to make it clear to people who know me.. No, not him. Yes, some one else)
Earlier I was one among 0.8 million students trying to(I know, less trying, more praying and more cursing)crack one of the toughest exams in the world.Now that I'm on the other side I'm one among the 0.175 million members of a supposedly great and respectable profession.
my most memorable number before that has to be in 2nd grade.. 2nd in the whole section and the least.. well being somewhere in the middle of the upper half among the 300 students in 10th (you really thought that i would disclose it, that too on public domain?? )
One of the 6000 people who cleared this time (breaking all records). I am humbled by that of course, feels like the what you did isn't all that great..(i know... its an achievement, but really, is it good enough?) One of the I dunno how many who don't have to give any more exams (according to most of the thousand i mentioned earlier). And now.. One of the scores of people who don't have a job. (Aaargh). Thank you US for fuelling another downturn rumour. Thank you all Companies/Firms/Banks/Industries for giving me a number in that list as well...
So when the jobless data comes in from india, I'm one of those in that subset.. No actually I'm sure there's another subset with no interview calls.. Well rite, I'm in that set (i've had it.. Waking up before 10 everyday ( of course, what will the hr guy think if he hears my just woken up voice) and keeping the revered phone nearby until 6 and rushing to it every time my tone plays with an unknown number, only to hear old hindi never heard before songs which the phone company wants u to put as ur tune or xyz bank/co. asking if you want insurance.. No u retards, I want a job.. >_< )
What's my number? That's one question I've been longing to answer in an interview.. But apparently HR guys aren't really interested in your number (the retirement one ie, not phone no..)
They just want to muddle you, so much so that you start doubting why you should be even conversing with him when you could be doing better things like banging the phone lying on the desk on his head/ or ur portfolio (atleast one good use of all your certificates)
Why is it that you are always one among many.. why cant you be unique in anything? Why is it that you always have competition? Always have people judging you... what number you are among those many.. Why cant people just leave me alone..Its so much more easier to live life that way.. Not thinking about someone doing better than you.. Or worse than you.. But then again that would be too easy right?
Maybe someone can find a way in between.. Not so difficult.. Not so easy.. Well until then or maybe until I get a job or even an interview, I will keep posting these stupid things..
You, just have to deal with it..
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Q&A
Ok.. Results are out and verdict? Cleared.. :) :) while there are no words to explain the relief I'm feeling right now (that I don't have to give any exam for a long time, that I don't have to be anywhere within a mile of a textbook for atleast a year) I dunno if I'm happy.And Everyone else who's being calling up, texting, iming, seemingly happy for me, just want to know what next...
Is it any different on this side of the line? Well, not actually. The grass as usual is greener on the other side.. why? Well who knew passing the exam is not the toughest thing that's ever gonna happen in life.. interview prep (aargh) is worse..
And Cuz I don't know what next.. The only thing I was sure of was that if I don't clear I would join the next batch of alliance francaise.. But even that's not happening.. The incredulity on the faces of people when I say I wasn't expecting it and that I was hoping for another 6 months to decide is amazing. Why can't I be confused? And if I make the mistake of saying I want to study further, Then the why's and what's come up..
Should I study further? That's another question I don't have an answer to... Cuz this was not in the plan. You know, the plan people make about their life.. I think I was the only one who had one in place even before I left school, and more or less stuck to it.. But the last exam wasn't in the plan.. I think everything after may 2009 has been surreal for me. The plan was to give it up altogether after the exam and start MBA prep that year, but I guess there's someone else who runs your plans, however passionately you make them, so slight detour later here I am.. qualified professional who doesn't know what next..
Thats another thing that was never in the plan, being confused..
Everything I do, I make sure there's a reason, and I believe that everything that happens, happens for a reason as well.. Maybe there's a reason why I dint give up after 2009.. But that's one reason I don't know yet.. Did I want to be here? Maybe.. Did I want my signature on a balance sheet?
Maybe.. But definitely not the way I'm qualified to now. And now there's a reason why I can't do MBA prep, I know this is gonna sound really childish, but I made a bargain, a barter with God.. He makes me pass tax and I give up my MBA seat in favour of a person who needs it more than me.. And since I cleared tax, that too with a whooping 30 mark margin how can I not keep up my side of the bargain?
So y'all are getting there? Where I'm at? Is everything supposed to look rosy from here on? Well it isn't.. I'm sure all students will tell you about the loneliness when you fail and all your friends go on ahead with their careers.. No one tells you about the loneliness when you go on ahead and all your friends don't...
Am I supposed to be happy now that I'm here? Did I even want to be here? I dunno.. But I am thankful that He thought me worthy to be here.. (if your guessing where the atheist in me's gone.. Well you gotta be a fool if you reach where I'm at and don't believe in a supreme power). And if anyone has answers please do leave comments. I'm in dire need of direction...
Is it any different on this side of the line? Well, not actually. The grass as usual is greener on the other side.. why? Well who knew passing the exam is not the toughest thing that's ever gonna happen in life.. interview prep (aargh) is worse..
And Cuz I don't know what next.. The only thing I was sure of was that if I don't clear I would join the next batch of alliance francaise.. But even that's not happening.. The incredulity on the faces of people when I say I wasn't expecting it and that I was hoping for another 6 months to decide is amazing. Why can't I be confused? And if I make the mistake of saying I want to study further, Then the why's and what's come up..
Should I study further? That's another question I don't have an answer to... Cuz this was not in the plan. You know, the plan people make about their life.. I think I was the only one who had one in place even before I left school, and more or less stuck to it.. But the last exam wasn't in the plan.. I think everything after may 2009 has been surreal for me. The plan was to give it up altogether after the exam and start MBA prep that year, but I guess there's someone else who runs your plans, however passionately you make them, so slight detour later here I am.. qualified professional who doesn't know what next..
Thats another thing that was never in the plan, being confused..
Everything I do, I make sure there's a reason, and I believe that everything that happens, happens for a reason as well.. Maybe there's a reason why I dint give up after 2009.. But that's one reason I don't know yet.. Did I want to be here? Maybe.. Did I want my signature on a balance sheet?
Maybe.. But definitely not the way I'm qualified to now. And now there's a reason why I can't do MBA prep, I know this is gonna sound really childish, but I made a bargain, a barter with God.. He makes me pass tax and I give up my MBA seat in favour of a person who needs it more than me.. And since I cleared tax, that too with a whooping 30 mark margin how can I not keep up my side of the bargain?
So y'all are getting there? Where I'm at? Is everything supposed to look rosy from here on? Well it isn't.. I'm sure all students will tell you about the loneliness when you fail and all your friends go on ahead with their careers.. No one tells you about the loneliness when you go on ahead and all your friends don't...
Am I supposed to be happy now that I'm here? Did I even want to be here? I dunno.. But I am thankful that He thought me worthy to be here.. (if your guessing where the atheist in me's gone.. Well you gotta be a fool if you reach where I'm at and don't believe in a supreme power). And if anyone has answers please do leave comments. I'm in dire need of direction...
Monday, July 18, 2011
The end is here
So GMCS started (1st day not so bad, rest not that good). And I have 2 hours of travel time everyday.. So that means 2 hours of writing everyday.. Cuz I tried to read on the way to gmcs and the nausea still not gone.. Maybe because of the way these best ppl drive, I think I'm gonna die every minute.. Or maybe its just a long time since I've been in a bus (well actually No, we needed a bus to get anywhere in kerala.. With so many people and all but definitely not BEST)
And I finally watched 2012.. I know, yes I KNOW.. But u can't watch too many movies if you are following my lifestyle.. Well yes its not actually a life ...
I think that completes the list doesn't it? Hollywoods obsession with the end of the world.. But what would happen if the world actually ended in dec 2012? Arc or no arc all movies make it clear that india doesn't figure anywhere on any map.. So what it means is we are all gonna die.. Yaay.. I think my only regret would be that I slogged too much just to end up dead..
The more scary thing that death I think is life. Imagine you survive this end, what then? Do u think anyone will need a finance/accounts guy when there are definitely not going to be any resources. And if there is no end, then you are left to live pretty much the same life which is more like hell than life...
why is death so scary?
Because its a mystery? What's so mysterious if all that it is, is a void?This time on our flight back we hit an air pocket, and the plane dropped.. It probably lasted less than a minute but the look of terror on the faces of everyone, I don't think I'll forget that easily.. Everyone hung on to their seats like as if that's gonna save them from dying.. I was scared too and yes I hung on to the seat as well.. Until some kid screamed.. That got me back to earth (well actually still on air).. What was the worst thing that could happen, death right.. But then I'm not scared of death.. So then everything became calm again..
Tomorrow is death in another way.. Results ie... I'm scared shit and I'm sure I'm gonna die more than once before 2 tomorrow.. You may ask why do something that kills you. Well I agree but its a bit too late to ask that now isn't it? You should have thought of asking this 4 years ago when the end began..
There's no use of whining now is there.. I should have thought about all this earlier, before starting prep atleast.. But now the only thing to do is keep my fingers crossed and pray to all known and unknown gods to please, please forgive me for not realizing that much more prep was required and that I should have started much earlier.
PS. Is luck directly proportional to the number of fingers crossed? I'm sitting here with all ten on my hands and trying to cross my toes as well :) Wish me luck guys..
And I finally watched 2012.. I know, yes I KNOW.. But u can't watch too many movies if you are following my lifestyle.. Well yes its not actually a life ...
I think that completes the list doesn't it? Hollywoods obsession with the end of the world.. But what would happen if the world actually ended in dec 2012? Arc or no arc all movies make it clear that india doesn't figure anywhere on any map.. So what it means is we are all gonna die.. Yaay.. I think my only regret would be that I slogged too much just to end up dead..
The more scary thing that death I think is life. Imagine you survive this end, what then? Do u think anyone will need a finance/accounts guy when there are definitely not going to be any resources. And if there is no end, then you are left to live pretty much the same life which is more like hell than life...
why is death so scary?
Because its a mystery? What's so mysterious if all that it is, is a void?This time on our flight back we hit an air pocket, and the plane dropped.. It probably lasted less than a minute but the look of terror on the faces of everyone, I don't think I'll forget that easily.. Everyone hung on to their seats like as if that's gonna save them from dying.. I was scared too and yes I hung on to the seat as well.. Until some kid screamed.. That got me back to earth (well actually still on air).. What was the worst thing that could happen, death right.. But then I'm not scared of death.. So then everything became calm again..
Tomorrow is death in another way.. Results ie... I'm scared shit and I'm sure I'm gonna die more than once before 2 tomorrow.. You may ask why do something that kills you. Well I agree but its a bit too late to ask that now isn't it? You should have thought of asking this 4 years ago when the end began..
There's no use of whining now is there.. I should have thought about all this earlier, before starting prep atleast.. But now the only thing to do is keep my fingers crossed and pray to all known and unknown gods to please, please forgive me for not realizing that much more prep was required and that I should have started much earlier.
PS. Is luck directly proportional to the number of fingers crossed? I'm sitting here with all ten on my hands and trying to cross my toes as well :) Wish me luck guys..
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
A month of bliss
Its a month since I've written anything barring a few cheques, the gmcs form and maybe some fb posts.. A whole month!! So what news this month?
Well I'm basically having the time of my life (yep sarcastically) here in good old kerala.. Waking up late, visiting old people, sightseeing and yeah temples. That's the only thing good about kerala.. Temples. Lovely architecture, wonderful prasad and crowd that will put VT station at peak hour to shame.. And for all those people who have visited kerala as tourists and loved it.. Yes I'm from kerala and yes I have been going there pretty much every two years of my life, regularly, and No.. I don't know any of the kerala that u guys know..
Oh and the usual.. Sore throat and tonsils.. I'm ashamed by it, so old and still got that kiddo thing.. Every time the weather changes that too. Fever sore throat and a voice no one can recognize.. Wonderful right?
Oh and the main thing... I'm in love.. Yep in love.. <3<3
I'm in love with this nothingness.. And Laziness.. And this emptiness.. Waking up late, early sometimes, then walking around in a daze until I sleep again... Of course after castle that is.. And I've started reading again. I finally got over the moment in the bookstore when I thought that tax and law have destroyed my reading habits..
I never thought I could stay in anyplace for 4 weeks away from home. that too in kerala.. Where time used to go so slow that even after all that visiting and temples u look down at your watch and its still 7. No the watch is not broken.. Its just that time seems to go slow here..
But this time was different. This has to be the fastest three weeks in kerala ever.. And every day gets me closer to the result though Im tryin my best to forget about it AND I have already forgotten all what I'd learnt anyway.. But then again nevermind. Its useless to think about something u can't do anything about right? but then its one thing to say and another to do.. (Yeah I am very confused)
I love the rain here.. Like gods taken a fancy to watering the state with a hose.. It rains all day sometimes and nothing on some and ur clothes are always wet and musty.
I love the belief people have. Say ur results are due and they say don't worry, ur gonna clear, I'm saying so and a very south indian 'no' after the so..
I love the space, the green.. The everyday bandh, the random relatives that pop up at odd times of the day like 8 in the morning or 3 in the afternoon.. Yes that's when people go visiting... When people go to buy milk for their morning tea of course it makes perfect sense in dropping in to enquire why there are salwars and denims hanging on the clothes line..
I love it that I don't spend all day in front of the television and still am not bored. I love it that I have nothing to look forward to.. And I love it that this time I have nothing to do, nothing at all. Well except start packing to get back home again.. And start dreading the 2 hour journey to get to GMCS..
And thanks guys for the sms's and calls.. Now I know that at least someone's reading this..
Well I'm basically having the time of my life (yep sarcastically) here in good old kerala.. Waking up late, visiting old people, sightseeing and yeah temples. That's the only thing good about kerala.. Temples. Lovely architecture, wonderful prasad and crowd that will put VT station at peak hour to shame.. And for all those people who have visited kerala as tourists and loved it.. Yes I'm from kerala and yes I have been going there pretty much every two years of my life, regularly, and No.. I don't know any of the kerala that u guys know..
Oh and the usual.. Sore throat and tonsils.. I'm ashamed by it, so old and still got that kiddo thing.. Every time the weather changes that too. Fever sore throat and a voice no one can recognize.. Wonderful right?
Oh and the main thing... I'm in love.. Yep in love.. <3<3
I'm in love with this nothingness.. And Laziness.. And this emptiness.. Waking up late, early sometimes, then walking around in a daze until I sleep again... Of course after castle that is.. And I've started reading again. I finally got over the moment in the bookstore when I thought that tax and law have destroyed my reading habits..
I never thought I could stay in anyplace for 4 weeks away from home. that too in kerala.. Where time used to go so slow that even after all that visiting and temples u look down at your watch and its still 7. No the watch is not broken.. Its just that time seems to go slow here..
But this time was different. This has to be the fastest three weeks in kerala ever.. And every day gets me closer to the result though Im tryin my best to forget about it AND I have already forgotten all what I'd learnt anyway.. But then again nevermind. Its useless to think about something u can't do anything about right? but then its one thing to say and another to do.. (Yeah I am very confused)
I love the rain here.. Like gods taken a fancy to watering the state with a hose.. It rains all day sometimes and nothing on some and ur clothes are always wet and musty.
I love the belief people have. Say ur results are due and they say don't worry, ur gonna clear, I'm saying so and a very south indian 'no' after the so..
I love the space, the green.. The everyday bandh, the random relatives that pop up at odd times of the day like 8 in the morning or 3 in the afternoon.. Yes that's when people go visiting... When people go to buy milk for their morning tea of course it makes perfect sense in dropping in to enquire why there are salwars and denims hanging on the clothes line..
I love it that I don't spend all day in front of the television and still am not bored. I love it that I have nothing to look forward to.. And I love it that this time I have nothing to do, nothing at all. Well except start packing to get back home again.. And start dreading the 2 hour journey to get to GMCS..
And thanks guys for the sms's and calls.. Now I know that at least someone's reading this..
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Playing back a thousand memories
What better time to talk about reunions and old times.. It’s the first time I've heard of our school having an official reunion.. Though I had doubts of whether it will actually work out with so many postponements, it actually did... School is something every dumbo can write about.. N since I had the opportunity to learn in the 4th best school in Mumbai, there must be something I should b able to write... so here goes..
Our school never did organize a formal reunion.. But we didn't need an invitation ever did we.. The sports days, fun fair, book exhibitions were good enough for us.. It will feel good to walk down those corridors again.. Lined with chart boards of mundane stuff that used to seem so important then. Global warming, plastics, culture, science and what not, but they continue to remain just that.. Memories on a chart..
The order of the day now is reunions. School reunions, college reunions, or just some friends meeting up after a long time.. Even my granny had a reunion recently of her school friends (50 years later).. The highlight in her case was none of her friends even remember each others names. Earlier At times I used to wonder if I would become like that, not remembering peoples names and faces that is, but now 6 years down the line, I don't even wonder.. I've already forgotten half the people from school. I get friend requests from people who I just can't remember and add them just cuz we have so many mutual friends and they shouldn't be feeling bad if I ask them who r U?
I spent 7 years of my life at our school.. It started out with a lot of apprehensions.. New school new people (after all I am people-phobic) but soon the routine set in.. Not wanting to miss even a day.. It all seems like a blur now. All the 7 years for what? Just a blur??
The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of school is a fast forward memory clip of the corridor in front of the library during short break.. Appropriate enough thinking that I spent most of my short/long breaks there..
Just 6 years later, and I’m starting to forget.. It feels like I'm trying to hold sand in my tightly clenched fists and its all falling away.... Like was there an entrance to the 3rd standard dungeon classrooms from the canteen side?? What did my first teacher look like?? There’s a guy who I remember only for his yellow divider..
One thing I realized is that I miss school a lot, those days, the two lines in the corridor we had to walk between ( how dumb rite.. But it never made a difference anyway that time, just a lot of red tape..) the time we used to waste in reaching back from the lab/ basketball ground, the hiding a new fiction book behind the reference section so u can get it when your card is free, the many opportunities to display our talent ( wonder why I never did).. The line for pav bhaji on Wednesday at the canteen( & the branch that opened on the 3rd floor later), the grounds, the stay backs.. The time I used to find to read..
Oh and the ever elusive contessa file.. I wonder if anyone actually got it.. Maybe it never was maintained..
The getting in touch part is now easy.. Thanks to Facebook and the Internet, part of the school is within your reach.. The only part to be taken care of that remains is the 'facing some of your earliest friends' part.. How many times have I found that people who used to b my regular bitching partners now have nothing to talk about at all. Maybe we grew up (on second thoughts nobody can really stop bitching can they) maybe we got lost in the unending rat race.. Most of the time I just think that our bitching matured.. From the who's got a crush on who to who's done what and all, where and all..
Then comes the disappointment.. Some things which you were sure to have done in all these years but couldn't.. Things that those bitching pals of yours did achieve eventually.. Once that's over with I guess we can face anything..
But then again, I don't miss school.. Definitely not in the way most others miss the carefree days.. I dint find it very carefree then.. Neither do I now..
I don't miss my friends.. Six years is a really long time to move on to a new set.. And the ones who I want as a part of my life never were really that far away..
I don't miss most of my PE exams.. With my earliest memories of long jump and running race ( I wonder How I managed to scrape through)
I definitely don't miss chemistry.. A subject that just refused to remain in my head.. A subject that I just managed to scrape through throughout school but finally managed to crack in the boards..
But I do miss the times.. Getting up and going to school was a ritual, I miss the fact that within 7-8 hours you were back home, there was time for everything, projects.. worksheets, and the books.. :(
I miss the fact that I almost never came home with a headache. Now that's a constant I probably have to live with for the rest of my life..
I miss that I never had to dress up just to leave to school. Just a bath and pull ur lovely warm brown pinnafore over ur
I miss that there were a variety of subjects.. Ranging from history civics’ to science to SUPW (yeah I know everyone's probably forgotten that one) Subjects I had no clue of why they are to be learnt but had limited syllabus as compared to the unending ocean of the portion now..
I miss the vacations.. Long and free. Now the only leave I have is study leave, at that time I probably would never have thought that there is something called leave with study attached to it..
And as usual, the timing of this reunion is just perfect. Just in time for my exam. And as usual I will be at home on 10th April playing back those memories, pining away that I can't go while at a mere 5 minutes walking distance away a whole hoard of happy people will playing back their own old and happy memories and making newer and happier ones...
PS. I know there are editing problems in the previous posts but right now 3G/GPRS/WiFi is my only savior.. Will edit them as soon as I get access to a screen bigger than 4 inches..
PPS. Guys please leave comments/like my posts. Is anybody actually reading this??
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Memories etched in Ink..
The other day as I was scrounging the forum at caclubindia for useless tips and tricks on how to clear the exam or atleast find rumours that the exam is postponed (it did albeit a few hours) , I found something very interesting. Some guy was asking which pen he should use to write the exam.. Ink/ gel/ ballpoint. Also which ink. Black or Blue.
While the best answer to that was ' I need some magic pen to clear the exam' :D Most others had answered after serious thought..
'Write with what you are comfortable', 'don't write with gel, it will smudge' and some with it will 'wash away in the rain ' and 'don't ask stupid questions'..
The one that really got me thinking was ' who writes with ink pens now anyways..'. I don't too, but it feels unsettling doesn't it? kinda like sholay and itna sannata kyun hai..
I still remember the first time we were allowed to write with pens in school, ink pens only that too... it was a really big day for us kinda like a ceremony. I don't know about other classes but our class was extremely serious about it (and the teacher too) and Oh.. the excitement.. :) all of us that day got the same kind of pens and were waiting eagerly for it to start..
So I decided to search out my ink pens atleast for memories sake. And there hidden in a corner in my study table, I found at least five, caked with dry ink, some with broken nibs.. And since I now have enough material to write a book on 201 ways to waste time while learning when the TV cable is cut and u have restricted PC time, set out to clean them.
After nearly an hour of playing in the water, cleaning the pens ( afterall there were nearly 7 years of dried ink on it) hearing a lot from my mother, I was set.. There were two good ones I managed to scavenge.
Then came buying the ink. I went to the stationary round the corner and asked for it. At first he didn't understand. Neither did I on why didn't he understand. But later I remembered camel so then he remembered ink. His assistant then bought out this old faded yellow box probably from the most godforsaken place in his shop, dusted it and gave it to me. (Yes.. Exaggerated, I know, but the look of surprise on his face when I first mentioned ink, I'll never forget it.. Maybe people do ask for it but he definitely wasn't expecting it from me..)
Having some experiences in the past where the ink spilled from the bottle while filling it in the pen and made all my pages blue, I was very careful. The piston thingy on one stopped working so I had to throw that out. But it works fine otherwise.
And I did spill it all over the table.. But as I said I've got all the time in the world for all this..
Another thing I've noticed is the earlier the gifts as pens were all ink., now that too has changed to roller ball/ball point. There used to be a sense of pride while writing with a Cross ink pen. It isn't converted while writing with a ball pen one. While Parker got really famous with Amitabh Bacchan and Genelia, it almost turned into a part of the furniture at school. I've still seen people with its other pens but not one ink one. Thank god for Mont Blanc. They atleast have retained some originality with all of the ones I've seen being true ink..
The way people write has also changed so much.. Notes are taken down on lappies and tablets. I wonder how long normal ball pens will last too.With Even signatures getting digital there's little scope for the humble mighty pen to grow.
With such super tech it won't be long before the pen is shown the door and only seen in museums. Or big manufacturers may start selling them as vintage.
I've lost count of the number of good ink pens I've misplaced over the years. With the most upsetting being a Sheaffer 444. and that too all because of a friend, who thought it was just another plain roadside one. If she ever is reading this and cares to remember (me and the pen) well I'm still not over it. I used to love writing with that heavy large pen. Maybe I'll finally get over it when I replace it. Something I wanted to since then but still haven't been able to..
But anywho she's lost too... Along with all the other ink pens.
Another thing I love about writing with ink is that I can wash away the ink that gets on my fingers, unlike the ball pen where it takes ages to come off.. (i wake up next morning to still find it there.. Really irritating) I don't know how long this fascination of mine of writing with ink pens will continue but for now I write with it only for the immense satisfaction to see the wet ink dry on the page after I write. Until I get the next gift as a ink pen instead of ball point, I think I'll continue to be partial to these ones...
While the best answer to that was ' I need some magic pen to clear the exam' :D Most others had answered after serious thought..
'Write with what you are comfortable', 'don't write with gel, it will smudge' and some with it will 'wash away in the rain ' and 'don't ask stupid questions'..
The one that really got me thinking was ' who writes with ink pens now anyways..'. I don't too, but it feels unsettling doesn't it? kinda like sholay and itna sannata kyun hai..
I still remember the first time we were allowed to write with pens in school, ink pens only that too... it was a really big day for us kinda like a ceremony. I don't know about other classes but our class was extremely serious about it (and the teacher too) and Oh.. the excitement.. :) all of us that day got the same kind of pens and were waiting eagerly for it to start..
So I decided to search out my ink pens atleast for memories sake. And there hidden in a corner in my study table, I found at least five, caked with dry ink, some with broken nibs.. And since I now have enough material to write a book on 201 ways to waste time while learning when the TV cable is cut and u have restricted PC time, set out to clean them.
After nearly an hour of playing in the water, cleaning the pens ( afterall there were nearly 7 years of dried ink on it) hearing a lot from my mother, I was set.. There were two good ones I managed to scavenge.
Then came buying the ink. I went to the stationary round the corner and asked for it. At first he didn't understand. Neither did I on why didn't he understand. But later I remembered camel so then he remembered ink. His assistant then bought out this old faded yellow box probably from the most godforsaken place in his shop, dusted it and gave it to me. (Yes.. Exaggerated, I know, but the look of surprise on his face when I first mentioned ink, I'll never forget it.. Maybe people do ask for it but he definitely wasn't expecting it from me..)
Having some experiences in the past where the ink spilled from the bottle while filling it in the pen and made all my pages blue, I was very careful. The piston thingy on one stopped working so I had to throw that out. But it works fine otherwise.
And I did spill it all over the table.. But as I said I've got all the time in the world for all this..
Another thing I've noticed is the earlier the gifts as pens were all ink., now that too has changed to roller ball/ball point. There used to be a sense of pride while writing with a Cross ink pen. It isn't converted while writing with a ball pen one. While Parker got really famous with Amitabh Bacchan and Genelia, it almost turned into a part of the furniture at school. I've still seen people with its other pens but not one ink one. Thank god for Mont Blanc. They atleast have retained some originality with all of the ones I've seen being true ink..
The way people write has also changed so much.. Notes are taken down on lappies and tablets. I wonder how long normal ball pens will last too.With Even signatures getting digital there's little scope for the humble mighty pen to grow.
With such super tech it won't be long before the pen is shown the door and only seen in museums. Or big manufacturers may start selling them as vintage.
I've lost count of the number of good ink pens I've misplaced over the years. With the most upsetting being a Sheaffer 444. and that too all because of a friend, who thought it was just another plain roadside one. If she ever is reading this and cares to remember (me and the pen) well I'm still not over it. I used to love writing with that heavy large pen. Maybe I'll finally get over it when I replace it. Something I wanted to since then but still haven't been able to..
But anywho she's lost too... Along with all the other ink pens.
Another thing I love about writing with ink is that I can wash away the ink that gets on my fingers, unlike the ball pen where it takes ages to come off.. (i wake up next morning to still find it there.. Really irritating) I don't know how long this fascination of mine of writing with ink pens will continue but for now I write with it only for the immense satisfaction to see the wet ink dry on the page after I write. Until I get the next gift as a ink pen instead of ball point, I think I'll continue to be partial to these ones...
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
#1 Career in India
Found this when I was clearing my shelf. had written it just after the 2008 terror attack, just HAD to write that time cuz no one was listening to me, everyone was glued to the breaking news...
10 reasons why this is the best time to become a politician
1. People are angry. They will welcome any angry young person into politics
2. Film makers will make a bee line to your place to get a ticket for terror tourism
3. No terrorist will ever think of attacking you, after all you are like a family member to them!
4. If some1 threatens your position by reaching the site/ hospitals before u say that they did it for vote attention, while u were away because u did not want to divert attention away from rescue operations.
5. You will have NSG security
6. If u die or are killed its like an open ticket for your family member to get sympathy votes and of course there will be a protest by ur coworkers (remember Anand Dighe)
7. A 25-50 car convoy will be arranged for you even if at the same time rescue operations are waiting to start because of delay in availability of transport .
8. If u are SC/ST/OBC then the ruling party will greet you with open hands to secure their minority votes (As long as you dont tear any poster of sonia Gandhi , our poor pm- will do, they will think it was just another old surd with a blue turban. Wonder if that's his favourite colour or is it as per some astrologist baba)
9. If not then dont worry you can always join the opposition and oppose and comment on every damn thing cuz thats what opposition means right?
10. If something like a terror attack happens then u can leave citing moral responsibility and say that the rest of the responsibility is too much for u.
Also now I can add these new ones for the current times, With all the scams recently exhumed from the grave they tried to hide it in ( It has actually gotten so deep that it gives new meaning to digging a hole to China )
1. 3000 crores is like pocket money, (4/5 such scams is enough to rid the country of half of its poverty and they say India is a developing country. You can always say its your contribution to the GDP. Even Mubarak managed to get billions out of 30 years)
2. You still have loads of security only it may be in jail. Or CBI custody.
3. When u finally get out of jail you can come out smiling nonchalantly and still be a politician and may even be voted into power ( Lalu is living proof that you can even lead the railways after siphoning off money from cows)
4. You may be the only ones who will be able to afford onions in the future (with your stack of hidden loot that is)
5. You can start consultancy on how to scam and still not get caught for a minimum 5 years atleast. And since the famous legal system is so wonderful here, if you are already old then there's nothing like it. Though since most of the existing future clients are old, they will already be quite experienced in it..
6. If you get caught and are being taken somewhere far you always have the opportunity to be one up on them and say 'Lets take my jet'
7. You get paid obscene amounts of money in overseas accounts just for attending office. (right now its per day basis but by the time proceedings against you are finalized you can charge per hour)
8. You needn't be afraid of the taxman cuz they are busy searching for stars early in the day.
9. You may get replaced again. But a honorary seat in some rural area probably has your name on it. (even though you were chosen as a replacement cuz you were supposed to be one of the least likely to scam ones with education and all (meaning to say education wasn't a necessary qualification to stand for elections earlier). But that someone else more educated than you having a cleaner record is still to be found is what continues to amaze me)
10. You needn't be scared of an Egypt against you... Mainly cuz there are no squares in India (to the best of my knowledge we have only signals and chowks and junctions). Also there are too many people in India . Mobilizing them is a very big problem especially when most of the major politicians including you will have enough party workers and supporters and others willing to work on 'daily wages'
(I've heard for mumbai slum people just transportation and biryani is enough)
Thanks to you I now have to learn more chapters for my exam cuz those redundant chapters are precisely the ones you have used and unbeknownst brought the institutes attention to what it can use against its unsuspecting students.
Until the nation wakes up from its own feigned slumber, like Egypt I don't think anything untoward would come to you or your plans/scams too.. So enjoy and continue being politician like..
10 reasons why this is the best time to become a politician
1. People are angry. They will welcome any angry young person into politics
2. Film makers will make a bee line to your place to get a ticket for terror tourism
3. No terrorist will ever think of attacking you, after all you are like a family member to them!
4. If some1 threatens your position by reaching the site/ hospitals before u say that they did it for vote attention, while u were away because u did not want to divert attention away from rescue operations.
5. You will have NSG security
6. If u die or are killed its like an open ticket for your family member to get sympathy votes and of course there will be a protest by ur coworkers (remember Anand Dighe)
7. A 25-50 car convoy will be arranged for you even if at the same time rescue operations are waiting to start because of delay in availability of transport .
8. If u are SC/ST/OBC then the ruling party will greet you with open hands to secure their minority votes (As long as you dont tear any poster of sonia Gandhi , our poor pm- will do, they will think it was just another old surd with a blue turban. Wonder if that's his favourite colour or is it as per some astrologist baba)
9. If not then dont worry you can always join the opposition and oppose and comment on every damn thing cuz thats what opposition means right?
10. If something like a terror attack happens then u can leave citing moral responsibility and say that the rest of the responsibility is too much for u.
Also now I can add these new ones for the current times, With all the scams recently exhumed from the grave they tried to hide it in ( It has actually gotten so deep that it gives new meaning to digging a hole to China )
1. 3000 crores is like pocket money, (4/5 such scams is enough to rid the country of half of its poverty and they say India is a developing country. You can always say its your contribution to the GDP. Even Mubarak managed to get billions out of 30 years)
2. You still have loads of security only it may be in jail. Or CBI custody.
3. When u finally get out of jail you can come out smiling nonchalantly and still be a politician and may even be voted into power ( Lalu is living proof that you can even lead the railways after siphoning off money from cows)
4. You may be the only ones who will be able to afford onions in the future (with your stack of hidden loot that is)
5. You can start consultancy on how to scam and still not get caught for a minimum 5 years atleast. And since the famous legal system is so wonderful here, if you are already old then there's nothing like it. Though since most of the existing future clients are old, they will already be quite experienced in it..
6. If you get caught and are being taken somewhere far you always have the opportunity to be one up on them and say 'Lets take my jet'
7. You get paid obscene amounts of money in overseas accounts just for attending office. (right now its per day basis but by the time proceedings against you are finalized you can charge per hour)
8. You needn't be afraid of the taxman cuz they are busy searching for stars early in the day.
9. You may get replaced again. But a honorary seat in some rural area probably has your name on it. (even though you were chosen as a replacement cuz you were supposed to be one of the least likely to scam ones with education and all (meaning to say education wasn't a necessary qualification to stand for elections earlier). But that someone else more educated than you having a cleaner record is still to be found is what continues to amaze me)
10. You needn't be scared of an Egypt against you... Mainly cuz there are no squares in India (to the best of my knowledge we have only signals and chowks and junctions). Also there are too many people in India . Mobilizing them is a very big problem especially when most of the major politicians including you will have enough party workers and supporters and others willing to work on 'daily wages'
(I've heard for mumbai slum people just transportation and biryani is enough)
Thanks to you I now have to learn more chapters for my exam cuz those redundant chapters are precisely the ones you have used and unbeknownst brought the institutes attention to what it can use against its unsuspecting students.
Until the nation wakes up from its own feigned slumber, like Egypt I don't think anything untoward would come to you or your plans/scams too.. So enjoy and continue being politician like..
~Of NeW YeArs anD oLd ~ (2.0)
Now that I actually have one I'm reposting this updated.
1.1.2011
Its kinda funny how fast this year went by.. N I still haven't gotten used to not writing 2009 on cheques.(got a lot of wrath from my father for a record number of cancelled checks ... Even this november.. :P)
Today as I open the newspaper its filled with a recap of this year and of this decade and other round up shit (from the 1st page of times to even ET/CD )but as I sit and look back at this year, I found it very uneventful... Maybe I just don't remember.. So here's a round up of my year..
1. Allergies are quite perturbing.. They come in all shapes and sizes and are not restricted to the predictable rash.. Ultimately after maintaining a pretty comprehensive food diary there isn't much I can eat anymore.. (>_<)
2. Hot liquids burn..
Being bedridden for almost 2 weeks cuz of hot tea must be unheard of right? yeah I thought so too... But ugly boils and scars and a painful tetanus injection are proof that such things happen.. N have I learnt from this experience?? Apparently no.. burnt my finger in tea again last week.
3. My career choice is the worst career in the world..
After giving up all social life( 2 movies in a span of 4 yrs... Can it get any worse?? Its like movie theaters have something against me.. My friends and relatives are surprised if they see me.. ) I still have no guarantee there will be a career any time soon.
(the latter part is seeming more sure now.. I'm confident there isn't going to be a career soon)
4. you don't forget how to cycle and drive... But u do forget Hw to swim.. Cycled after almost 5 years( thanks meghs and kachu), drove after almost 1 year( thanks to my ol' faithful car for never breaking down when I drive) and managed to almost drown in a 6 feet 'deep' water, (that too twice) almost 10 years after my last swim
5. CAs have the worst language skills of all (courtesy some teachers and some seminars) any person planning to start has to give up all writing and communication skills. As well as time to read and write( have hardly read any new book!!! X(
6. Mumbai university is really crazy.. Not only do they value wrong but they also revalue wrong( after paying 500 per subject atleast we'd expect some good reval)
7. Facebook is great.. Something I know from a long time but my faith in it was reaffirmed this year all the more cuz of all the old friends I met again (some of whose faces are also quite obscure in my memory)
8. Ipods have supernatural powers.. It survives falls, rain water droplets and even coke.. And they still have the power to enthrall me from the minute I download somethin new... Whether its angry birds or just plain natural paper toss.. ( I <3 apple)
But the headphones are bad.. Really there's only plastic left on mine and all the other parts are disintegrating away.. ( the disintegrating has now turned to completely disintegrated.)
9. There's a word for all the semi depression and sudden madness and confusion that overcomes me periodically... After a long thought that I was alone in my misery TOI gave the word to me.. Quarter life crisis..
10 I'm not scared of baby roaches and other small insects anymore.
Thanks to mensa for early morning surprises. Hope bigger ones won't be in store for us next year..
( well it turned out I was wrong, there was a bigger than small one scampering around on the table on the very first day of this year until I finally found courage to kill it after 15 days)
Sadly this list does not even exceed 10... At the beginning of this year I had resolved to write.. Now 365 days later I have begun.. Hopefully this writing spree will take a break until May cuz typing oblivious to my parents is difficult and time consuming. I'm posting this on Facebook cuz I'm too lazy to think out a name for a blog.. Maybe another 365 days later I may actually have one..
1.1.2011
Its kinda funny how fast this year went by.. N I still haven't gotten used to not writing 2009 on cheques.(got a lot of wrath from my father for a record number of cancelled checks ... Even this november.. :P)
Today as I open the newspaper its filled with a recap of this year and of this decade and other round up shit (from the 1st page of times to even ET/CD )but as I sit and look back at this year, I found it very uneventful... Maybe I just don't remember.. So here's a round up of my year..
1. Allergies are quite perturbing.. They come in all shapes and sizes and are not restricted to the predictable rash.. Ultimately after maintaining a pretty comprehensive food diary there isn't much I can eat anymore.. (>_<)
2. Hot liquids burn..
Being bedridden for almost 2 weeks cuz of hot tea must be unheard of right? yeah I thought so too... But ugly boils and scars and a painful tetanus injection are proof that such things happen.. N have I learnt from this experience?? Apparently no.. burnt my finger in tea again last week.
3. My career choice is the worst career in the world..
After giving up all social life( 2 movies in a span of 4 yrs... Can it get any worse?? Its like movie theaters have something against me.. My friends and relatives are surprised if they see me.. ) I still have no guarantee there will be a career any time soon.
(the latter part is seeming more sure now.. I'm confident there isn't going to be a career soon)
4. you don't forget how to cycle and drive... But u do forget Hw to swim.. Cycled after almost 5 years( thanks meghs and kachu), drove after almost 1 year( thanks to my ol' faithful car for never breaking down when I drive) and managed to almost drown in a 6 feet 'deep' water, (that too twice) almost 10 years after my last swim
5. CAs have the worst language skills of all (courtesy some teachers and some seminars) any person planning to start has to give up all writing and communication skills. As well as time to read and write( have hardly read any new book!!! X(
6. Mumbai university is really crazy.. Not only do they value wrong but they also revalue wrong( after paying 500 per subject atleast we'd expect some good reval)
7. Facebook is great.. Something I know from a long time but my faith in it was reaffirmed this year all the more cuz of all the old friends I met again (some of whose faces are also quite obscure in my memory)
8. Ipods have supernatural powers.. It survives falls, rain water droplets and even coke.. And they still have the power to enthrall me from the minute I download somethin new... Whether its angry birds or just plain natural paper toss.. ( I <3 apple)
But the headphones are bad.. Really there's only plastic left on mine and all the other parts are disintegrating away.. ( the disintegrating has now turned to completely disintegrated.)
9. There's a word for all the semi depression and sudden madness and confusion that overcomes me periodically... After a long thought that I was alone in my misery TOI gave the word to me.. Quarter life crisis..
10 I'm not scared of baby roaches and other small insects anymore.
Thanks to mensa for early morning surprises. Hope bigger ones won't be in store for us next year..
( well it turned out I was wrong, there was a bigger than small one scampering around on the table on the very first day of this year until I finally found courage to kill it after 15 days)
Sadly this list does not even exceed 10... At the beginning of this year I had resolved to write.. Now 365 days later I have begun.. Hopefully this writing spree will take a break until May cuz typing oblivious to my parents is difficult and time consuming. I'm posting this on Facebook cuz I'm too lazy to think out a name for a blog.. Maybe another 365 days later I may actually have one..
Friday, February 4, 2011
Finally..
I know this blog is aeons late (more than 5 years at least) but It Is better late than never.. And At last I have one.. To think it took me 4 months to get it right, and finally now I have one that sounds like what I wanted it to be.
Who would ever have thought that names could be so difficult, writing thankfully is much easier than getting a unique name. Its like my writers block starts at naming my writing.
What's in a name?? everything apparently. (sulk) From getting one that wasn't already taken, to not too tacky and still me is what took four months.. Until then plain old Facebook notes and notes on my phone were my only respite.
(exams after all are the times I'm at my creative best)
While such a long journey was the most appropriate (given my student life) it was too publicized by a "frustrated student" who probably just thought he would make good use of attending College. (though if he actually wanted to do something helpful, he should have revolted against the number of teachers not knowing english in the university or the evaluation/revaluation procedure).
Never in his lifetime would Rohinton Mistry have thought that his book would be so popular (even more popular than when it was added to the curriculum). But any publicity IS good publicity.
Then came The Observer (everyone I know thinks I think differently) , but google it and you get like hundreds of like minded people who may/may not have the same level of creativity, but not wanting to put so much effort on just a name. Or maybe they got fed up like me..
Then was the good for nothing I write therefore I am. What nonsense... I agree writing comes in a flow that can't be stopped. But don't you live otherwise? I am just mainly a passionate reader who always wanted to write a book after all. (not me at all)
Another option was to name it after a song/movie. Probably waiting for the end to come as a tribute to LP but 2012 is quite near anyway and waiting for just a year doesnt make sense. Or until those who believe bring on another such date..
Or music and lyrics (I love hugh grant and music but this ain't no song download blog).
Then there's also fell down a hole. But I didn't. And falling does hurt..
Also with so many songs/albums/artists I'd like to do a tribute to, it was getting very puzzling as to which one to stick to.
What is it with being unique I don't know. Though I would love to copy a name as a form of flattery to another, there's not many such others worth that. Innovation is the key as per some fy/sy book (don't ask, o.O that just came up from god knows where)
Fantasy on the other hand was something I had to have in my blog.Doesn't Everything around you feel like wonderland? It does for me especially when I realise its already friday wen I've been thinking its wednesday all along. (Its getting closer to my exam...aargh).. :(
This part is a tribute to Lewis Carroll for being the father of fantasy writing, what better way to market other books than to get small kids hooked to magic so that they read and reread Hp and Lotr and such others later on (he got his maths right on that one)
There was also cindrella, I agree. But who searches for anything in cinders or a kitchen (won't find any soul there, probably just ketchup) and it is Alice usually who gets preference over Cindrella (Johnny Depp was in Alice and not in the any kitchen scrubbing floors)
Follow me up too seemed good but what if it turned out to be all fall down?
While Soul searching was inspired by my own quarter life woes. It seems to intensify if ur in my line of education. (to think some people actually make tons of money sending 20 somethings on a soul searching mission. I found blogging a much cheaper and more effective way to vent my annoyance towards life)
The main competition to random was myriad, but these bouts of writing happen pretty occasionally and it would have been wrong to call it so.
The number of people who think leisurely musings is a good title amazes me..(Pach pach :D)
I'm sorry but that sounds so flimsy..
The title Random musings of a wandering mind was taken too, but the last post on that blog is 2 years ago.. And I can't wait any longer to start making public the notes on my phone. Also I'm tired of waiting for a name to suddenly dawn upon me which is as good/better than this one.
So here's hoping he won't feel bad and forgive me and not report abuse and end my blogging journey abruptly. And that my first blog gets my writing some recognition.
P.S. I dunno How many people are gonna be reading so this please do leave a comment (is it bad?? Is it unreadable? Or just plain boring?? Should i stop writing all together?)
P.P.S. There's most probably not going to be another post in the near future / exams exams, always exams :( if there is then please leave a comment on that too advising me to go back to learning..
Who would ever have thought that names could be so difficult, writing thankfully is much easier than getting a unique name. Its like my writers block starts at naming my writing.
What's in a name?? everything apparently. (sulk) From getting one that wasn't already taken, to not too tacky and still me is what took four months.. Until then plain old Facebook notes and notes on my phone were my only respite.
(exams after all are the times I'm at my creative best)
While such a long journey was the most appropriate (given my student life) it was too publicized by a "frustrated student" who probably just thought he would make good use of attending College. (though if he actually wanted to do something helpful, he should have revolted against the number of teachers not knowing english in the university or the evaluation/revaluation procedure).
Never in his lifetime would Rohinton Mistry have thought that his book would be so popular (even more popular than when it was added to the curriculum). But any publicity IS good publicity.
Then came The Observer (everyone I know thinks I think differently) , but google it and you get like hundreds of like minded people who may/may not have the same level of creativity, but not wanting to put so much effort on just a name. Or maybe they got fed up like me..
Then was the good for nothing I write therefore I am. What nonsense... I agree writing comes in a flow that can't be stopped. But don't you live otherwise? I am just mainly a passionate reader who always wanted to write a book after all. (not me at all)
Another option was to name it after a song/movie. Probably waiting for the end to come as a tribute to LP but 2012 is quite near anyway and waiting for just a year doesnt make sense. Or until those who believe bring on another such date..
Or music and lyrics (I love hugh grant and music but this ain't no song download blog).
Then there's also fell down a hole. But I didn't. And falling does hurt..
Also with so many songs/albums/artists I'd like to do a tribute to, it was getting very puzzling as to which one to stick to.
What is it with being unique I don't know. Though I would love to copy a name as a form of flattery to another, there's not many such others worth that. Innovation is the key as per some fy/sy book (don't ask, o.O that just came up from god knows where)
Fantasy on the other hand was something I had to have in my blog.Doesn't Everything around you feel like wonderland? It does for me especially when I realise its already friday wen I've been thinking its wednesday all along. (Its getting closer to my exam...aargh).. :(
This part is a tribute to Lewis Carroll for being the father of fantasy writing, what better way to market other books than to get small kids hooked to magic so that they read and reread Hp and Lotr and such others later on (he got his maths right on that one)
There was also cindrella, I agree. But who searches for anything in cinders or a kitchen (won't find any soul there, probably just ketchup) and it is Alice usually who gets preference over Cindrella (Johnny Depp was in Alice and not in the any kitchen scrubbing floors)
Follow me up too seemed good but what if it turned out to be all fall down?
While Soul searching was inspired by my own quarter life woes. It seems to intensify if ur in my line of education. (to think some people actually make tons of money sending 20 somethings on a soul searching mission. I found blogging a much cheaper and more effective way to vent my annoyance towards life)
The main competition to random was myriad, but these bouts of writing happen pretty occasionally and it would have been wrong to call it so.
The number of people who think leisurely musings is a good title amazes me..(Pach pach :D)
I'm sorry but that sounds so flimsy..
The title Random musings of a wandering mind was taken too, but the last post on that blog is 2 years ago.. And I can't wait any longer to start making public the notes on my phone. Also I'm tired of waiting for a name to suddenly dawn upon me which is as good/better than this one.
So here's hoping he won't feel bad and forgive me and not report abuse and end my blogging journey abruptly. And that my first blog gets my writing some recognition.
P.S. I dunno How many people are gonna be reading so this please do leave a comment (is it bad?? Is it unreadable? Or just plain boring?? Should i stop writing all together?)
P.P.S. There's most probably not going to be another post in the near future / exams exams, always exams :( if there is then please leave a comment on that too advising me to go back to learning..
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