Good ol Kenna days..

Back to Kennametal days.. What brought me back those memories..... Hmmm.. Got into a row.. No.. Not really.. Call it.. An enlightenment session.. Realized a lot.. Hoping to get back a lot of life.. Anyways.. Coming back to Kenna.. The thoughts all started with my trying to relate myself.. Kinda see how things would be if I am in some place out of home, with roommates and the necessity to socialize and things like that.. The first thing that comes to my mind.. Kennametal...

I really do wish I could go back there.. Not that it would be the great start.. But still it would be good in every other way.. And given the scenario.. It is one of the better ones.. I still remember the last few days.. Not everyone had the option to start there but those of us who did, we did think.. And a lot at that.. Thoughts of what life was going to be, a year from then.. What we could make our lives to be.. We were not just talking stuff but actually deciding on where we would stay, how we would align things, who we would be with, how we would manage the place to how we would commute everyday.. Not to mention are the vacations every year the other 3 were going to spend with us in Bangalore.. I can still distinctly remember the look on my yet-to-be-roommate every evening when we cross the place where we were going to stay.. Yes, that is where we would stay.. She was absolutely excited of all the prospects.. Everything was so set.. We were perfectly friendly and knew we could make the best of roommates.. We had planned on how the days would go, what we would do on weekends.. All the fun and hanging out.. We dint have to get acquainted with people.. After all 5 of us were going to start together.. Our crazy bunch.. But one of the best you can get.. All fun and frolic.. And a lot of understanding and care too.. We had even come up with Scooty pooling.. And of course there was our marketing guy's car.. Sounds silly.. But those were days.. filled with dreams.. aspirations.. drive.. and.. joy... Miss you all guys...

The best.. I always Enjoy..

I don't really know when it started but I have admired people who are creative and this at its best would be the commercials in TV. So many times they are better than the programs that are being shown. Ideas people come up with!!! It always gets me hooked up. Some cute, some funny, some very innovative, a lot of it worth watching. Ads which make me laugh, make me smile the moment I realize what it is, n some that just make me watch agape. Some of the best that I always enjoy...

Too near yet too far..

Yet another cycle test got over today.. The second of this semester.. Nothing much to say about it.. The usual.. Not knowing what to study till the day before the exam.. Not knowing where to study from after we get to know what to study.. Calling and sending sms to people.. Running around for photocopies.. Not really.. Its photos these days.. Easier, faster and cheaper too.. You take photos of 200 odd pages of a book and upload it.. So now, rather than waiting in front of shops to get your copies from the huge pile of books there, all that you need to do is find guys who have a copy in their comps.. That makes things really easier.. But only when you get to read what you got, that you realize you have no clue to what it is all about.. Seems like you can understand Greek and Latin better.. So finally close it all and go to bed.. Wake up in the morning and realize you are too short of time.. Then again you start this round of calling people to get to know what to study from the copy or at least know what they are studying.. Nothing works out.. So at last drop this idea of studying and decide to face whatever comes.. After all have we not been doing it for ages now.. It has become a routine these days..

My friend in class and lab partner since I entered the department used to tell me.. In the early days into department, when I used to be so worried if I had not prepared well for the exams.. I always got a pep talk right in the exam hall.. Starting with how long I have been studying, how many exams would I have written in the course of it( And.. Believe me.. he comes up with numbers in 1000s!! ) , how by this time I should be so confident to face anything and not worry about it, for no matter what things wont change much, probably a small difference in marks which I can always compensate for very easily.. He does a lot more of it.. Now I am very much into the idea.. I don't worry in the least.. Whatever be it I just go down to face it and trust me.. Marks don't seem to matter as much as it did.. Well.. not at all for that matter.. So here I'm.. Cycle test ended with a paper where my performance was horrible and here I'm blogging..

With every passing day I'm nearing the end of my college life.. Though college does not seem as enticing as it did a few months back, I know it is still a place that I've grown to like and am sure to miss.. This place that has taught me loads.. Loads apart from acads.. A lot of sweet memories.. Nice moments.. All the fun I have had.. All the happy past.. I really am going to miss this place.. No.. I don't want to write more on it now.. That would make me feel I am to be chased off college tomorrow.. I will do that later when it is too near to avoid.. I can hold it for now.... Getting to think about it.. There have been times when I wish it would all end soon.. All the difficulties I am led to face everyday.. Pulling me along through those 6 or 7 hours full of pain and agony.. When everything and everyone around me seems so alien and.. And then thinking of all that that might be in store for me some nine months from now.. I really wish it would all end so fast..

But I don't really know what exactly I want.. What I would feel when I have to face it for real.. When it actually ends.. I have no idea.. Now, what I want is for it to end immediately.. And.. Continue forever..

Of placement blues and the rest

There was a small mention of the placement scenario in the previous post.. I am not gonna give out any statistics.. But the fact remains that quite many of my classmates and friends are yet to get a job.. All of them are really frustrated.. Very badly dejected.. I was talking to a classmate of mine this morning.. Yesterday she went through the procedures of yet another company which dint take her in.. I was trying to console her saying everything will work out fine and she will get a job soon.. I was suggesting some companies that she could opt for that which would be coming to campus soon.. She went on with things like they might not be interested in my department people over some others or they might not prefer a girl.. And.. She finally came up with this.. " I don't wanna go on taking up the procedures when all that that happens is it becomes a big flop at the end.. I now realize I'm not good for any company.." I did try to pull her out of it and had some success too.. But the whole point is she is so badly depressed about not getting a job that she wants to stop trying and she thinks she is good for nothing..

That was not an isolated incident.. A few days back I was talking to another friend of mine.. He was telling me about the company that was going to visit campus the next day and how he is going to give it a shot though he is not very interested.. The talk went on like this with him talking about some of his friends who are studying really hard to get placed.. Me like a fool tried to tease him saying things like he not studying at all and not trying out many companies either.. N it got me into the worse.. He literally shot out a rude reply.. "I have tried for 8 companies so far and I'm not placed yet.. Happy??" He thought I was mocking at his state.. May be the timing was really wrong.. Though he is one of the most jovial guys around who is very much of a fun to be with, he is so dejected that even a small comment which was not even intended to hit on him was so hard for him to take that I got blasted.. I really regret now..

So many are in the same state.. Everywhere in college its the same.. Anyone you talk to they talk of companies and jobs.. People have started taking up options which they never had imagined a person half as good as them would take.. All for the sake of having something in hand.. some backup.. after all.. its better than nothing.. I really do hope and pray everything ends well..

With all this going on at one end.. I just happened to hear something from a classmate of mine yesterday.. One of the companies which all of us consider good had come down.. People were shortlisted for the interview process based on the written test.. There was to be a presentation and interviews after that.. And as the story goes as it was told to me.. One of those people who was selected for the interview.. Well.. The person missed it.. Can you imagine why.. No.. I'm very sure you can not come up with the reason.. He/She missed it because.. He/She had slept off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Can you believe that!! By the way.. Did I mention it was a good company with a good profile and it offers 9lpa..

So far yet so near..

I'm very much into this habit of describing personal experiences in blog a bit too much.. Believe me I've tried to change it but in vain.. So I decided to stop feeling bad about it and just go on..

Today, as most of the days now, I did absolutely nothing.. I had no classes in the morning as some company had come down ( The placement scenario is very bad.. I earnestly wish my college retains its reputation.. But more on that later.. ) So the whole of the morning was spent doing nothing.. Well.. Not exactly.. For some good 1 hr I bugged my best friend with arbitrary non-sense.. Mom and bro are out of town and dad is at work.. I was just too lonely and my friend says that was the reason behind all my crap.. But I dont really know.. May be that.. Hmmm.. May be not.. But the facts remain that I blabbed and crapped and irritated him so badly that he should not be talking to me for the next 106 years.. But as he is destined to be, he had to bear all of it and more and still call me again in the evening and talk for quite sometime.. You see, he had to pull me out of my weird mood.. GOD!! How can he even put up with me so much is beyond my understanding.. I dont think I can..

Now.. Trust me.. I was a good girl in the evening.. I dint crap as much.. Atleast not along the lines I crapped in the morning.. For its a foregone conclusion that I crap.. Then we landed on this discussion..

Do long distance relationships last?? I dont really know.. I remember reading an artice about it in Times.. It says most long distance relationships dont last more because with a few minutes of talk everyday you assume the 24 hours of the person to be that good.. And when you get to know he/she is actually not that you dont want to be with that person who is very different from your imagination.. My friend says thats not really true for he knows every bit of his girl friend.. To shed more light on that note.. He knows what she does when she wakes up, how she likes to brush her teeth and when, he knows the laziness that goes into her bath, how she pulls herself along to work, what she does there for they talk whenever either if them is free(yes the other makes sure they get free) what she likes to eat, how she eats, how she drives, how she does this.. how she does that.. To how she dozes off to sleep the list seemed never ending.. Well.. It was.. He knows so much about her.. He knows her so damn well.. He knows what she wants.. He even knows what she would want..

Now I really do wonder.. If a person knows so much just by talking over the phone how great would they be when it comes to it that they are together.. I dont really know.. He says it would be all bliss... And...... I believe him..

Is this what is called love?? 2

I have already written something with the same title.. but.. as always..I could not come up with anything better.. well.. not even anything else.. so.. had to resort to this at last.. but unlike what it was last time this is pretty different..

Have you ever wondered what it is to be in a relationship.. that relationship which almost every college going guy n gal seems to be into.. at least a lot in my college do. Me and my friends discuss it a loads of times. How exactly do you define a relationship!! All of us talk to a many people of the opposite sex.. So.. what exactly differentiates this from a relationship.. Who would be your good friend and who your boy/gal friend..

I just got enlightened.. not exactly.. but.. sort of.. A peek into a conversation between one such lovey-dovey couple so much in love ( Hey I'm really sorry I am posting it here.. but realize.. its coz I found it just great ) Over a call...

She: Hey, guess where I'm right now..
He: Where dear
She: ...(explains the exact location)
He: hmmm.. what about it??
She: around 5 yrs back, in this very place I fell down from a cycle :(
He: OH MY GOODNESS!! U actually feel down from a cycle here.. oh my god oh my god.. that is so damn bad.. how did you fall?? oh my!! what happened??
She: I just feel down..But.. Nothing happened.. ha ha ha.. I was not injured a bit
He: yipeee GOOD GOOD GOOD.. nothing happened.. that is so very good sweetheart.. you dint get injured at all.. nice nice..
She: yeah.. so good right :)
He: yeah.. so damn good.. :) :)

Can you beat that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah??? You can?? Really?? Well.. then.. You must be in a relationship!!! :)

And They Lived Happily Ever After..

This is how every fairy tale ends.. And they lived happily ever after.. Getting to think about it no one really knows how they lived.. What is it to be happy.. Lately I realized I have this bad habit of getting to blogs when I'm not in a great mood.. I just type out something really random.. Well.. Erratic you see.. :) I was wondering what it would be to share those happy moments.. Not anything great.. But those small moments of happiness which crosses you every now and then.. Those times when you smiled and laughed for very small reasons.. When you dint think of any thing else and enjoyed that passing minute.. Well.. When life seemed all bliss..

It happens with me frequently these days.. When I am actually laughing forgetting that a whole world exists around me.. There are a lot of times when I talk to friends and there is some sweet talk.. Something emotional.. Something mushy as we choose to call it.. When you know someone loves you so much and will stand by you no matter what.. There are those times when you get happy for so many other reasons but people.. Success.. No.. Those are not what I'm talking about.. This is entirely different.. Something which is not important.. Something which you have never thought of as a source of happiness.. Yet that which made you talk.. Get enthusiastic.. And yes.. Forget the whole world..

I had one of those moments yesterday.. If I'm going to explain it, it would just seem immaterial.. The topic of discussion, you will see, was just too arbit.. We were talking of movies.. Well.. Kinda.. All those movies of yester years which I've liked.. Which he has enjoyed.. Those nice songs which gave us so much a sense exuberance.. Those songs which we still love to listen to.. Those cute scenes and dialogues which we have thought were best and still remember.. It was actually nothingness.. But we enjoyed it.. What made it the best was the fact that.. When I am about to start talking of some song which I still enjoy there he was talkign about it.. n.. When I say there is this movie in which.... he completes it with the very scene I was going to talk about.. It was mutual.. Of course.. N thats what made it better.. Hey.. Did you realize.. I had already mentioned it was the best.. N.. Here it is.. Better than that.. :)

All those ebullient talks.. Those talks with no inhibition whatsoever.. Those talks which have no sense or meaning but still is great fun and make you so very happy.. More so.. That feeling of knowing that some idiot exists on planet earth who is exactly as stupid and silly (not to mention weird) as you are.. Well.. Elysian..

Kenna n Me

I would very much like to say "on popular demand I'm planning to blog more frequently and this is just the beginning of it". But, the honest truth would be its not popular demand but something much better. So, I go on.. on something that i really wanted to write about.. my internship in Kennametal.

Kennametal, a company not many know of. Neither did I a year back. The first mention of it was when one of my then seniors told us that that was how he spent one of his hols. God knows I dint realize then that I was going to get so related to the place. In due course, it got to a point where I was (actually we were) lamenting that there was not a call for interns yet. More than the company, was important, the people who had inhabited it. And at last it was there and after a lot of waiting and hustle and bustle I got it.

Now, I don't really want to discuss the company. Its going to be my life with people there, just my counterparts actually. The very first day. Not all that lonely and not at all scary for I had some of my fellow classmates with me. The first person I meet in the company, is just that someone who was going to be my best friend the next 2 months and now more. The only other girl intern. That let to a good bonding instantaneously. A nice, sweet, amicable girl, not to forget intelligent and hardworking too.

We were directed to some hall to meet company people and there I met the rest of my would-be friends. I should mention that two of my previous projects were without anyone share the work with. I was all to myself. So, here was anew experience. There were 8 more people with me and the very first of talks I knew it was going to be fun. That very day, I was forced to be with one of them when the others proceeded on. Though it felt bad to be left out, it was good not to be alone.Chatting to all glory the day went on.

The best of times would be what we spend in the canteen. It has a very nice look about it. Not this boring monotonous you-are-inside-a-manufacturing-company look. This is very pleasant and cheerful and we just added to it. Breakfasts and lunch tables were always filled with joy and laughter. There was never a day when we had something serious and could not enjoy. No matter what problems you were into at work, canteen was always the place to forget everything and feel good. People made sure you did. All the impersonally personal care you get makes you so much at ease that you want eat again just to have it all.

Another of the places which was full of enjoyment was the library. That became more of a hangout, specially after lunch when all of us had time to spare. The merry mood continues there too. Believe me, it is so much fun to solve crosswords and scrambles and sudoku and so many other silly things if you have people like them around you. All the words they make up and the ideas they come up with, it is always a thing of laughter.

Not to forget are the vending machines, the best of all. Never have I drunk so much coffee and ate all those biscuits (Hey, when did mom every buy a i-don't-the-name-of-the-brand version of ParleyG and biscuits hot with spices visible) Yes I did, not coz they are good or anything, but for all the gaiety that comes with it. We always took breaks together. At the least 2 or 3 of us. That gave us some more time together, for all the mirth.

These are just the few of the many nice things that are to follow, of course apart from specific instances and what happened outside the company,soon........

Just Updates

Yet another of my breaks from blogs.. Been nearly a month. And, a lot of things have changed, almost in every sphere of my life.

First things first, as I had mentioned earlier.. my grades!! I'm yet to see them myself, but got to know what it is. Trust me, it was way beyond all my expectations. It was actually good. Though the grades were very different from what I had thought I would get, this was anyway good. So, now.. may be I would get back to those same old habits and be happy too.

Next.. I'm no longer in Bangalore. My internship is over and with a very good note at that, making my life supposedly pretty secure. Something that I can fall back on . I really wanted to write about the company and the people and the best of all my fellow interns. My whole stay in Bangalore would not have been even half as good as it was if not for them. Starting from our first weekend when we went out though we had know each other for hardly 4 days to the lunch on our last day, everything was so very pleasant. Something that would remember for a really long time if not for ever. I sure will write about all of them, some other day.

Now that I'm off Bangalore, I'm stuck in one of those cities which I've never really liked. Yes, the same old Chennai and the same old project too. IITM is such a nice place to be in , a world in itself. But never have I been able to avoid things outside it. So, again I'm crying, yearning, waiting to go back home. But I should accept I did have nice times in Chennai this holidays. I did go out and it was a great experience. No, not that the city has become better, no, not at all. But it still was one of the best experiences for so many different reasons. Coming to the project. Just like the last time nothing worthwhile is happening. No results, no satisfactory amount of work, nothing substantial. All the more reason to be sad and to hate Chennai.

Moreover, I'm in my final year of Engineering. There is so much of activity around me. I'm really feeling bad because I have very little a part in it. Is it for the good or bad, really hard to say. And tangentially.. I've grown up!! I am taking things with a positive note. And that is a real lot of a change!! Also loads is happening on the personal front too. Again I don't really know if its for my good. But I am very much of a happier person than I was. I am sure time will come when I will post everything here. So for now I'm ending this with nothing said. Well.. So be it!! And.. On a very personal note I really want to thank You for what You have done for Me, all that You are doing for Me and everything that I know You will do for Me.

Peanut

I came across this peanut comic strip in the Times of India. Just felt I should post here..

He: I think there is something that you should know.
She:Whats that??
He:The world does not revolve around you..
She:................................
She:You are kidding!!!!

If you are someone who is now rolling on the floor laughing.. be assured.. you belong to my world.

Is this what is called love??

Its been so long since I tried blogging. Been in Bangalore for nearly a month now. It is very much better than the last time, leaving out the fact that I spend nearly 4 hrs everyday commuting. Initially it was really horrible. Waking up at 5 in the morning,bus at 6 and reach only by 7.30.Evenings are worse. It takes nearly 3 hrs!! But now, I've come to terms with it. Generally I try to listen to some music. But then how long can I go with it!! So now.. its observing the world around me.

Four hours in bus everyday, you are bound to see loads of interesting scenes. You just enjoy the spectacle for the moment and forget it the very day. Yet, there are a few which stayed with me. One of them is this.

I had just boarded the bus for the second part of my journey. A man came running to the bus. Entered in and went near the driver and asked him if it goes to some particular place. The driver nods in agreement. The man got down from the bus and ran again. I was wondering what was happening when I saw at a distance, him bringing a lady. She was finding it too difficult to walk and this man was helping her and almost carrying her, though she looked pretty heavy for him. To make her board the bus was another task which he did happily. He even managed to get a seat for her. You should have seen the smile on their faces after they sat down!!!! She was challenged physically, could not walk properly nor climb stairs, but, he was always there, doing all that she had wanted to, all that she could not. This might be something very trivial. May be my way of describing it had made it lose its flavor. But, this gave me just one thought.. That bond which those two shared. That feeling of being together. That assurance of having someone. Those unspoken words. That heartfelt thoughts. That genuine affection. That caring smile. That I-don't-know-what-to-call-it feeling.......
May be this is what is called love!!

Yet another sem.. No.. Not really..

I just got off with my exams yesterday. Sixth semester is over. Three years of Engineering done. Three fourths of an Engineer, my friends call it. Just one more year and I should be ready for the world. I need to get a job. Start earning my living. But forgetting all that.. This has been, I can say, one of the best of all my six semesters.

Yes, this was. My friends and classmates who are in hostel tell me loads of stories about how they have come to enjoy this life best. There was always fun and frolic in the hostels. People enjoyed being there. All this feeling of oneness, a special bonding, their home away from home. They talk of birthday celebrations, late night chat sessions, songs, movies and so much more. But being a day scholar I never had the chance to enjoy any of it. May be it would not have been my kind of enjoyment even if I had been there.But still, I never got to experience it.

This semester was different. I had good times.. though a lot of bad ones too. But I lived with it all. I realized, college can be fun too. Being a day scholar is not bad at all, even considering the fun part of college life. It all depends all how you make it. My idea of fun is anyway so different that it took so long to make it happen. And so, instead of dragging me out of bed and pulling myself into classes I really took some interest in it. It was never this " Why did this class get canceled!! I could as well finish it and go home for good." Everything was fine. Classes postponed, its cool. Next class is 3 hours away, it still was cool.

Moreover this has been one of the most casual of the exams I have had. I don't really think I was this cool about my exams since, say, my standard 11. Starting from my cycle tests to my final exams I was so very casual. This was the way I had always wanted it to be. But somehow, in the mean time, things got changed. But again its normal now. I was not badly tensed. I could afford to spend a lot of time with people even during exams. I stopped worrying and was comfortably chatting with friends 2 hours before the exam. I came out of the exam hall half of an hour earlier than the duration. I was sending sms right after I got out of the hall which went on for an hour. I slept all afternoon. I was online in the evening. I go to bed at the most by 11. On the whole, it was so much like my good old days. But my grades....... God save my soul. I will post it after I get them. Hope it wont be pathetic. I just expect it to be bad.

Now, leaving out all that, this semester was too good which i really enjoyed. It was very different in so many ways.I am so happy to have had it. I really want to make the last two left with me as good as this, if not better.

The Wedding Bells

After all the radical ideas I come up with to post in this blog, you would really wonder what have I got up my sleeve now. Wedding bells?? Of all the things!! Sounds like its going to be too out of the way right. No. This time I am not in for anything like that. This is going to be a nice sweet post.

So.. Coming to it.. Y about wedding?? Two of my very good friends are engaged and are going to get married before the end of this year. One is going to be the proper Indian arranged marriage where mom and dad saw the guy, decided he would suit the family and then went on to inform the girl about it, the girl gets to know the guy, happens to talk once in a while over the phone and waits for the wedding day and more to know what life has in store for her. The other.. what is called with subtlety a self-arranged marriage. But i am sure both(all the four i mean) of them are going to have a nice life. I wish them all happiness.. forever.

Talking of weddings, one other thing that comes to my mind is the movie i watched lately. That movie which mom thought was very good and my grandmother badly wanted to see from the very day she came to my place. All of it just because they were showing the type of wedding that takes place in my clan. So, i was pestered much till i got the movie for them. But i was really happy. My grandmother seemed so happy about it and it looked like she was enjoying the movie, at least the beginning of it. They started commenting on every bit of it. From the house the movie was pictured in to the way people walked, talked, addressed their relatives. There were lot of rewinds and fast forwards and quite much of criticism. But the great disappointment came when that supposedly most hyped about wedding scene, that they wanted to watch the most, the very reason why the decided to watch the movie, ended in a sequence of a song.(Well.. did they think the movie was documentary on the wedding!!) Still, it was okay. The got to terms with it soon and then the fun started. Can you think of what would have happened!! No, they dint forget the sequence and continue with the movie, neither did they discontinue watching the movie then. They started looking for details in the song. Once, not enough. Twice, hey we missed out something. Thrice.. I was bugged and walked out. When i finally returned the movie was over and my brother told me the song sequence alone was played 11 times!!!! That one song. The movie could as well have lasted only that long.

Well.. Hearing all this the first things that i thought of.. How enthusiastic!! The way she got herself involved in it. It was just a movie, so be it. If she can be so interested to all those minute details even in a movie how good she must be at other areas. Not just her. But a lot of people of the past generation. They are always curious, very interested, always wanting to know things. They work on computers and Internet, they are so much at ease using mobile phones and above all they are so much fun to be with. Given the right opportunities my grandmother would as well have been 10 times better than my brother.

My goodness!! I am just too full of multifarious ideas now. So many unrelated thoughts which I guess only i can put together. No.. Not now.. I am saving it for yet another post.

Cast Away....

Cast Away.... The starting is pretty abrupt,for that matter the whole write up is going to be that, please do put up with it. Guess I just cant stop speaking things out or be very unscrupulous even for the sake of a public blog. But I sure will try my best to be as subtle as possible. For those of you who thought this might be along the lines of escaping from a ship or being stranded in an island, I am sorry but this is going to be a disappointment. I wanted the title to be "outcast" but then it was... it was not as subtle you see :) So it became this ethereal cast away. Now you must get some kind of idea of what this is going to be and for many of you who don't believe in the same things as I do, the demeanor might as well seem outrageous.So, I would suggest you rather stop here than continue and get to unsolicited opinions.

Thinking of the good old days, when i was in school, there was always this distinction between people. Distinction based on their distinction. Anyone who could muster up a 95+ in exam was very good. Anyone who tops the class is the best. He is the guy who is most sought after by everyone, be it the teachers or seniors or his fellow classmates. He would have this elite gang of friends. No one in the gang would score anything less than a 90. And, if by any chance they do, they are looked down upon and loose the status to be a part of the coterie. These guys would be the best in so many other things too be it books or sports or dramatics or oratory. Every other guy would be trying to get into that better part of the class. Of course, who did not want their names uttered by teachers every third minute of class or pampered by seniors or be the one looked up to by the peers. Many of us would have noticed that these guys would never want to be associated with this supposedly lower strata of the class. They don't have to even care to be nice to others, anyway people are all over them. You see, they are the cherished people.

You grow up, come out of school, get into some reputed college or start to work and go on. Actually, you grow up, become more matured, get to see a lot of life, gain worldly knowledge, get seasoned and then you realize.. realize all that you had been led to believe when you were a kid was actually kiddish if not beguile. Yes, it is exactly the antithetical that happens. You are so used to being the Prince, for you always deserved to be that. You want to continue with it and you just sweat and slog your guts out to be it. But the response that you receive, would be nothing near appreciation or support, and so many times not even acknowledgment. Yes, you got it right. It would be pretty sass. That would be the same from so many people, be it your peer or higher. You get treated the very way you just don't deserve to be.Hardly does anyone recognize the magnanimity of what you did. You wont be able to find a rhyme or reason to why. You struggle again but it just does not work out. Then, after lot a dejection you come to terms with reality. You realize.... You are an outcast.

So, why does it happen? Why should it be the exact opposite of how it happened to you when you were a kid? Not because thats not what is expected of you any longer, nor because you went wrong, not because you did not toil enough, not because you did not get it right, not because you were bad to people. You did it right. You have been good to everyone. You got an outcome better than expected. Conquered something that has been a chimera to everyone.You have proved your might. You were wonderful, scintillating and much more. You got what you deserved when you were a kid because people around you were pure(come on.. notice the subtlety). Now.. the hostility is not because you were wrong, people are surly not because you missed something genial out on your way to success, people are inimical not because you made a mistake. All of it is because..
You just made them realize....What they can not be.......

Birbal to the rescue

Akbar was one of the greatest Mughal emperors who ruled over India in the 16th century. In his court were the most intelligent council of nine members, amongst whom was Birbal. Though all these men were learned Birbal is the most famous of them. Stories of Akbar and Birbal are extremely popular in India. There are several instances when Birbal uses his wit and intelligence to calm the ire of Emperor Akbar and amuse him at the same time. I grew up reading these stories. Guess most of us would have.

This evening i was reading a book when i came across this word granary with some explanation. It brought back a lot of memories. Me and my brother started talking about it. This must have happened something like 7 or 8 years ago when my brother was hardly 4 years old. He had this habit of listening to stories before going to sleep. Most children of that age do. But my brother never gets enough of it. The duty of telling him some story and getting him to sleep was on me as i read too many stories. So, everyday i had come up with something new to amuse him. There were times when i run out of stories to tell him and start giving him all my History and Geography lessons, which sounded like stories anyway. It was at this time that i came across this Birbal story and after that.. I had nothing to worry about. Every second day i tell him this till he got bored of listening to stories and got out of the habit. The story goes something like this...

Akbar was one of the greatest Mughal Emperors India had. People were very happy in his reign. But he had this one bad habit. He would not sleep without listening to a story. It was very soon that the Queens ran out of stories to tell him and so it was decided that the ministers would take turns and tell him stories till he sleeps. If anyone fails to please Akbar he faces severe punishments. It was not very long before the ministers too faced dearth of stories to tell Akbar. So, Birbal had to come up with some idea which would save the ministers and also change Akbar without getting himself into trouble. And, yes.. Birbal does come up with the solution. He waits for his turn and goes to Akbar, makes him promise he would listen to the complete story before he sleeps. Akbar readily agrees. Birbal starts the story.

" It was one of the wealthy villages in the kingdom which flourishes in agriculture. The people of the village had the custom of saving up the excess from harvest in a large granary for future use. As the village became more prosperous the grains started accumulating. One day there was storm and rains in the village that leads to a hole on one of the walls of the granary. A bird notices it and goes inside. It is so excited to see so much grains and plans to carry it back to its abode. But it realizes it can carry only two grains in its beak at any time. Yet, it is determined and starts the process. It goes inside the granary through the hole, takes two grains in its beak, comes out and carries it to its home. After depositing it safely the bird comes back, goes inside the granary through the hole, takes two grains in its beak, comes out and carries it to its home. Again returns, goes inside the granary through the hole, takes two grains in its beak, comes out and carries it to its home. The bird returns, goes inside the granary through the hole, takes two grains in its beak, comes out and carries it to its home.And then again..................... " The story goes on like this. You see.. its a huge granary and the bird is carrying just two grains at a time!!!!

So, now you know how Akbar got out of his habit of listening to stories before going to sleep. And, of course my brother too. :)

Hip Hip Hurray

The first thing that would come to your mind when i say Hip Hip Hurray would be something like success, victory,cheering and the related. But i am sure to many Indians, about my age at least, it is sure to bring back loads of nice memories. Yes, what comes to my mind the moment i hear hip hip hurray is

aaj hamara kal apna koi maane ya na maane
apni hasti hai masti ke hasseen tarane
hip hip hurray
bachpan hai bhi gaya ka kab ki hai dur jawani
abhikuckatti si kuch meeti si hai alag kahani sabki
hum sabke dhuk sab ki khushiyaan
milkar hai jung banaathe hai
us rang mein rang ke hum sab ik rang ho jaathe hai
himmat aisi ki aasman choo jaathe hai
hip hip hurray
aaj hamara... hip hip hurray hip hip hurray

Hmmm.. Now i can see a smile on so many faces. Yes, i am talking about the very series we all enjoyed not too long ago(considering the re telecasts). I first saw it during my 8th class summer vacation. It was in the verge of ending. But i did see the last few episodes and it was great fun. Though i did not understand everything of it i did enjoy watching it. And then, it was re telecast. That was when i was in std 12 yet i watched it regularly(ya.. ya.. with the background of mom scolding me for wasting time)

Hip hip hurray is one of the best i have ever watched. Its been years but still there is nothing like it. Though new series are being tried in the Tamil channels, nothing can match it. Alisha, Rafey,John, Cyrus, Mona, Sam, Mehul... every one of them.. they were like a part of my real life. As i was about the same age as those depicted by the characters i could relate to everyone of them. The best part was, these guys were not all 25yr old people portraying school kids. They were kids and that made it more lively. Those day-to-day issues people face at that age, the problems with teachers, the nice ones, friends, crushes, attitude, changes...

I specially remember that episode when Alisha was going back to Delhi. Initially she finds it so hard to mingle with people but after she does, its always fun and when she had to go back. I felt really sad. Those conversations with Rafey. It was so touchy and true too. Though you always say you can stay in touch with people through mails and chat and calls and so many other new ways it can never compensate for them being present right before you. That very sense and physical presence brings in a secure feeling.

The other episode when Mehul tells them he has got a girl. It happens with a lot of people. Everyone around you has a girl/boy friend and everyone is going out, you tend to feel so left out. Those friends who were with you always hardly notice you now. To bring up his image amongst those friends, he comes up with a series of lies staring with having a girl friend, to their time together, and finally fight and breaking up. It always feels good to be so important to people and of course being the center of attention. Cant blame Mehul right...

Then there was this problem about parents opposing your ideas and ambitions. Everyone wants their children to be a doctor or an engineer. To most parents there is no other profession but that. I really liked those episodes when Vini sir supports Prishita (think that her) and helps her fulfill her aspirations to become a artist. And another was when they come up with the "each one teach one" idea. Its so good to see such young people coming up with it though it might have been in television. Another similar episode was when they go to the old age home. Yes, every episode has some meaning and moral.

Okay.. let me stop it for now. I can just go on forever with this because its the series that i enjoyed so much and hold close to my heart. Not like those which are on now, full of saas-bahu fights, entangled love stories, plots full of revenge, that you can never watch beyond 25 seconds. Hip Hip Hurray taught me a lot. I grew up with those people.I gained a lot from their experiences, from the way to go about your work to how to handle personal relationships. It was great in every front. How i wish i could watch them again.... Hip Hip Hurray.

Buzz

I have been thinking of some appropriate title for this, but could not come up with any. So, ended up with something arbitrary. You are sure to laugh if u get to know the reason behind the title i have given.

I still remember this ex-classmate of mine, whom i was with in my junior years. She was a extremely touchy girl who used to feel low for anything that happens, to anyone for that matter. Once she told us she was very sentimental and never likes to part with anyone or anything. And hence she ended up letting us know that she has saved all her used notebooks, bags,pens,erasers and many other trivial things. She never even cut her nails unless her mother forced her and literally cut it for her and neither her hair. She had real long hair. We were roaring with laughter when we heard it.

It so happened that i had to have a hair cut last weekend. I should have done that months ago but somehow it went on getting postponed. Yeah, its a cut not trim or anything. Fringes and frizzies and tufts and locks of hair was going to be cut and thrown off. Well.. not literally.. of course i dint have so much hair to do all that. It was merely making a bob, which was just due to the fact that it had not been cut for long, a crew. I have been doing this for 20years now. Yes, i have never had hair more than a bob.

On an unrelated note, one of my classmates in college tells me every second day to let my hair grow. And, You wont believe if i say the reason he gives is that i can more be a part of the girls gang if i do it!!!! But he does say it and too often at that. No, that cant be true. You are a part of any gang because you are good, amicable, for the person you are, not for the length of hair. At least this is what i say to myself all the time. To be honest, this is what i expect out of people, to accept me for what i am and not for what i look like. So, i never paid head to him.

Okay, now getting back to what happened. Mom started with her routine talk. "You are old enough to let hair grow. Oh no mom, i am very comfortable this way...... Hey but you look pretty better this way, this suits you....." This goes on hardly for 10min for i promise to let it grow at some later date for sure and not this time and she always agrees. She knows, she can always force me into it when its time :)
But this time she really caught me. No, not literally again. She just managed to get me focussed on the point that may be its better this way. I was contemplating. Do i cut or no. Frankly, the reason was not the look but that in the afore mentioned paragraph. [ Now, for those who don't get it.. i am sorry, i just cant really be more explicit]

The idea kept growing. May be i don't cut it now, and it grows. But.. how long?? when do i stop.. am i never gonna cut again?? I have always liked this look of Meg Ryan. I think it looks so cute. Hey, but that is as much as i have got now, not more. No, its gotta be more than that. Halle Berry..hmmm.. in Flintstones.. no its again the same. May be Laura Allen, yes that sounds pretty right, pretty long too or.. may be it is not. So, who else.. Katie Holmes. Jessica Alba.. no.. thats wavy, mine is too straight. No, i wont cut it till its long. And then i would go for the Mischa Barton kind, errr, no, its Megan Fox. Yeah that could be it, just right. And suddenly, i hear mom shouting, she had been calling me for quite sometime but no response, its time to go to the parlor. Oh my!! i don't wanna go , but how can i express it to mom. Me, who had been objecting it for 20 years, wanting to have it now. Will mom be happy if i say it all or.. will she think something is terribly wrong with me. So, deciding against it, i went with her reluctantly. And there i was, thinking of how to put thoughts into words, during the 5min drive. At last, we were there. No way to back out and then i near the door. My Goodness!! There is a note saying the parlor is closed and will be so for another week!!!! I felt so light to return back home with the mass right on my head!!


P.S. A week later i went and got my hair cut. Now i am the old casual comfortable self . The like of pixie short haircut. Always easy, always ready!!

what am i doing here!!

I jus do not know why i am writing this. But it so happens that i want to. I have this account in blogger for more than a year now and all that i have done is some 8 posts. Moreover all of it had been some arbitrary crap which no one would bother to read. Well.. the fact is, i do enjoy doing it. It feels quite good when i post something. Not that a lot of people will read this, but to a small set of my good friends who do, i convey something which i have not spoken out to them. Though they don't comment here they always talk to about it. This makes the bond stronger.

Now, for what has been entirely wrong is, i have always wanted to post different things. I read quite a few blogs regularly and i admire them. I don't want to name them as yet. But what they write is so good. They can make you laugh, smile and think too. They comment on so many social issues, sports, politics and so much more. And, mine is always some kind of personal experience which so many can never relate themselves to. I have always wanted to write something like it but never have been able to complete it. As a result, this blog has become something like a public diary of mine.

The problem with me is i have this uncanny knack of being able to make simple issues very complicated and think along the lines which people never dream of. One of best friends always tells me this. I give a entirely new and wrong dimension to his statements most of the time and we end up fighting over nothing. But howsoever i try i find it very difficult to get out of this. Its not the case only with some friends but with my exams even. I always give a very complicated solution to some simple problems. I just do not know why it happens yet it is always easier for me to make it complicated. So, this blog has been of great help in this regard. I don't offend anyone, i don't have to argue with anyone, i don't end up a talk with hostile remarks and so many times with a lot to worry about. I can always write whatever i want and let them read it at some later date. Even now they do react to it but the magnitude of it very less compared to what it used to be.

So, all that this blog is meant for is for me to express all that i feel without having to face people and letting them change my stand or stop me.