Me and a friend of mine from office plan to go to a holiday to a special place on leave for 3 days. And we are going via Neyveli. So I have planned to finish up all work in neyveli before leaving to the other place.
I ask my manager for leave but she refuses saying it is very little notice. so I get angry and annoyed.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Leave
Exploring lands
I am in some kind of kingdom where we traveling, and there are lot of elephants there, in all sizes. And it seemed at one point that the elephants are of stone, some carved, but then I realized that they are actually moving.
The elephants were in different sizes but mostly small child elephants.
It felt like I am on an adventure, exploring new places, vast expanses of land everywhere. And a group of adventurers. Although now I don't really remember who all. But I have a feeling that I am with Rand, Moraine etc.
Monday, January 28, 2013
Dog who eats grass
I am Living in a unknown House in a village kind of environment. I have a Dog who eats grass. I have lot of grass bundles such look like coriander in my aliyah but I realize that the grass is getting old and dry. So I go out for a walk to get fresh grass but I get lost in the village and am trying to find my way back.
There is a parallel story in which Hrithik comes to sing. Due to some circumstances, he is apparently forced to sing. But when he starts it is very good. He sings very well, a medley of three songs. I somehow don't remember the songs now but it seemed like popular songs. He also tries to improvise the songs.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Dreams are weird
I read on qoura that the brain actually synthesises and analyses information and memories while in sleep.
So maybe that's why we see weird dreams connecting random people and places together. The interesting thing to note is that the dreams are generally populated with common people we know and common places. I see my family, friends, my home, school etc.
Anyways I seem to have forgotten the dream I had today but I remember that I did some kind of violence in this one too. Very weird. Why am I so violent in my dreams. Since I am so calm (?) In real life, such dreams do seem totally weird. Maybe they are not supposed to be analyzed.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
My dreams
Not figuratively but Literally. I had already started to document my dreams in an app on my phone. Now I am going to write it in my blogs. The app does not let me download it and I am scared that I may lose the posts later on. Not that I will lose anything of human significance. But still..
Yesterday's : Dinner with friends. Cam also. Talking to Raman. Accidentally freese horse. Horse weak. weak Tiger from nearby zoo. Attacks horse. Runs away. Tiger tries to attack me. I confuse him with a newspaper. Then Arun catches the tiger with hands on the neck. Then i Catch the hands/ limbs. And then arun leaves and I kill the tiger. This is obviously not going to happen ever.
Wednesday, January 23, 2013
Rules of the Game
Dear E-diary,
I have decided to start blogging again. And, fortunately I have even decided what not to do this time [Twice bitten, once shy]
1. No more candid-personal blogs
2. No more self-condescending posts
3. Less bullshitting
Yours Truly.
p.s: For the record, I have completed my MBA from IIMC [No flunks!!] on time :D. Waiting to start my job from 24th of May.
I have decided to start blogging again. And, fortunately I have even decided what not to do this time [Twice bitten, once shy]
1. No more candid-personal blogs
2. No more self-condescending posts
3. Less bullshitting
Yours Truly.
p.s: For the record, I have completed my MBA from IIMC [No flunks!!] on time :D. Waiting to start my job from 24th of May.
Earliest recollections of my life [?]
The faintest recollection of my earliest days which I can still remember is of the two neighboring families on both sides of our house. Though one family still lives here, the other moved to another place long back.
I just remember calling them uncle & aunty or tina ki mummy/papa. In those times, in our neighborhood, you just dont call people by their names. You dont call them - Mr. Negi or Mrs. Sheela.. you just call them 'the gharwali family' or bhaisahab/ behenji/ ajju ke papa etc.. and that is why I only remember the 3 kids' names- tina, ajju and gunnu with whom I used to play hide and seek when I was really small. However, I do remember that whenever my mom used to go out, she used to drop me at their house which i liked better than mine. Aunty used to cook good food for us, let us play in the sun, with dirt and never complained to my mother. Tina's papa was very funny. Quite opposite to my own dad. He used to make fun of my dad's eyes as they were really small.
I remember that once tina's uncle came to their house and he brought a new thing- chewing gum. He blew a big bubble in his mouth and showed us. However, when we asked him to let us also try, he warned us to never try it as it contains the meat of a cat and can be dangerous to children. I did believe that for a very long time.
Their family was a good friend of ours and a good support but sadly, they moved and the other one stayed on. I have no idea how and why our families started fighting but I know that we used to be friends long back when I was a really small baby, when my parents had just started their lives in this place we live, when there were very few houses in the colony, when we had the only hand pump in the neighborhood and they had the only TV.
Apart from these, I also recollect that my mom shaved my head in class 2nd which was very embarrassing, to say the least. One of my classmate made fun of my name, which made me cry and plead to my mom to change my name to 'meenu'. I thank her and god that she didn't. I also remember that I had a group of friends who used to share their lunch boxes and I used to cry in my heart when I had to share my gaajar ka halwa.
I just remember calling them uncle & aunty or tina ki mummy/papa. In those times, in our neighborhood, you just dont call people by their names. You dont call them - Mr. Negi or Mrs. Sheela.. you just call them 'the gharwali family' or bhaisahab/ behenji/ ajju ke papa etc.. and that is why I only remember the 3 kids' names- tina, ajju and gunnu with whom I used to play hide and seek when I was really small. However, I do remember that whenever my mom used to go out, she used to drop me at their house which i liked better than mine. Aunty used to cook good food for us, let us play in the sun, with dirt and never complained to my mother. Tina's papa was very funny. Quite opposite to my own dad. He used to make fun of my dad's eyes as they were really small.
I remember that once tina's uncle came to their house and he brought a new thing- chewing gum. He blew a big bubble in his mouth and showed us. However, when we asked him to let us also try, he warned us to never try it as it contains the meat of a cat and can be dangerous to children. I did believe that for a very long time.
Their family was a good friend of ours and a good support but sadly, they moved and the other one stayed on. I have no idea how and why our families started fighting but I know that we used to be friends long back when I was a really small baby, when my parents had just started their lives in this place we live, when there were very few houses in the colony, when we had the only hand pump in the neighborhood and they had the only TV.
Apart from these, I also recollect that my mom shaved my head in class 2nd which was very embarrassing, to say the least. One of my classmate made fun of my name, which made me cry and plead to my mom to change my name to 'meenu'. I thank her and god that she didn't. I also remember that I had a group of friends who used to share their lunch boxes and I used to cry in my heart when I had to share my gaajar ka halwa.
Rishikesh Adventures - Oct 5 2007
Oct 4 :
Metro Station -> Shadipur Metro station -> Senthil -> Show gifts -> waiting for arun -> Auto -> ISBT -> Bus - > again, bus change -> seat near the window -> Bhoot Story -> Bhoot calling -> more stories
Oct 5 :
Rishikesh -> bus stand -> auto of 7 ->lodge to keep luggage -> one small room + bathroom of another -> dirty ->toothbrush + change of clothes -> Paranthas for breakfast -> go out to the rafting place -> try to find pratibha's earlier rafting guy -> all in vain -> Another rafting guy -> 2200 for 7 -> reasonable enough -> treat
The amazing roller coaster ride on the jeep -> gear up -> get down to the river and the raft -> fill it up -> photo session -> Neha's pink jacket -> exchanged by khurana -> Get on the boat -> amazing rides -> Rapids -> Getting into cold water -> clinging to the rope -> Trying to go to the other side -> unsuccessful -> Ap is already here. :) -> Zor laga ke haiyaa -> artificial beach -> stopover -> birthday bumps
Rafting trip over -> Lost my watch and ring :( -> Rafting guy shows me my broken watch -> snatch it from him -> :( -> Consolations -> Walk to the market -> Buy stupid stuff -> get lost -> popcorns -> Chotiwala -> lunch -> again stupid t-shirt shopping -> Laxman jhoola -> taxi stand
Discussion about what next ? -> confusion -> Haridwar or neelkanth waterfall -> waterfall wins -> 10 rs. ticket -> Yatharth asked to show ID card -> painfully long trip upwards -> stories of leeches -> pratibha not feeling well -> aashoo first to climb -> a small swimming pool -> Nature calls -> again trip downwards -> climb a mountain -> behind the bushes -> climb down -> very steep and risky -> still alive -> go back to the top -> amazing time ->photosession.
Go back to the hotel -> pack bags -> haridwar -> sleeping beauties ->Submit bags in the cloak room -> stomachache -> roaming on the streets -> market -> Restaurant -> no food for me :) -> Ganges ->limca -> Sulabh -> Bus again -> birthday celebrations -> hard cake -> gifts -> flutes -> Happy birthday songs -> Bumpy rides -> Reached Delhi on 6th morning -> arnd 5 -> Wait for metro -> Go home.
Metro Station -> Shadipur Metro station -> Senthil -> Show gifts -> waiting for arun -> Auto -> ISBT -> Bus - > again, bus change -> seat near the window -> Bhoot Story -> Bhoot calling -> more stories
Oct 5 :
Rishikesh -> bus stand -> auto of 7 ->lodge to keep luggage -> one small room + bathroom of another -> dirty ->toothbrush + change of clothes -> Paranthas for breakfast -> go out to the rafting place -> try to find pratibha's earlier rafting guy -> all in vain -> Another rafting guy -> 2200 for 7 -> reasonable enough -> treat
The amazing roller coaster ride on the jeep -> gear up -> get down to the river and the raft -> fill it up -> photo session -> Neha's pink jacket -> exchanged by khurana -> Get on the boat -> amazing rides -> Rapids -> Getting into cold water -> clinging to the rope -> Trying to go to the other side -> unsuccessful -> Ap is already here. :) -> Zor laga ke haiyaa -> artificial beach -> stopover -> birthday bumps
Rafting trip over -> Lost my watch and ring :( -> Rafting guy shows me my broken watch -> snatch it from him -> :( -> Consolations -> Walk to the market -> Buy stupid stuff -> get lost -> popcorns -> Chotiwala -> lunch -> again stupid t-shirt shopping -> Laxman jhoola -> taxi stand
Discussion about what next ? -> confusion -> Haridwar or neelkanth waterfall -> waterfall wins -> 10 rs. ticket -> Yatharth asked to show ID card -> painfully long trip upwards -> stories of leeches -> pratibha not feeling well -> aashoo first to climb -> a small swimming pool -> Nature calls -> again trip downwards -> climb a mountain -> behind the bushes -> climb down -> very steep and risky -> still alive -> go back to the top -> amazing time ->photosession.
Go back to the hotel -> pack bags -> haridwar -> sleeping beauties ->Submit bags in the cloak room -> stomachache -> roaming on the streets -> market -> Restaurant -> no food for me :) -> Ganges ->limca -> Sulabh -> Bus again -> birthday celebrations -> hard cake -> gifts -> flutes -> Happy birthday songs -> Bumpy rides -> Reached Delhi on 6th morning -> arnd 5 -> Wait for metro -> Go home.
Farce
Oct 19 2006, 06:51 PM
it seemed as if i was reading someone else's blog.. kinda felt like putting lots of cow dung on the person who wrote all this dung..but discrded the idea.. it wud be really very awful to pick cow dung wid ur hands.. sometimes, i seriously wonder why is cow dung green in colour?hmm.. makes sense..they eat lots of green leaves na..thats why.. but we ..okay lets not get into that. tongue.gif
suddenly, the whole world seems to be very beautiful wid cows n cow dung included...waw, i hv finally gained my spirits n am totally in my mind..(for a change).actually, in retrospect, i think i was kinda very nervous n frustrated over the fact that i have to do so much work.. all notes to copy, lab work to be submitted, assignments to be done..that was the reason i was acting like a dumbass. laugh.gif
generally, life is to live.. or in better words, to enjoy..but wat the hell do we do? we get up to rub our asses on the classbench (n the canteen chairs) n then scratch our heads at the end of session( we got marks.. actually, we dint get marks).seriously, the whole 'enjoy life ' thing is a farce in my case..or else , i think so..these lab asses (now promoted as lecturers) dont let us live...yes.
our whole course is a big joke..
this woman calls me n tells me about this preprn course for CAT .. how the batches hv already strted n i m late n i shud join as early as possible n s***.. cunningly, made fool of me n got my email id also.. damn confused i am..shud i prepare or not? was solving this puzzle game n got out at level zero. mellow.gif
now this devi samaan lady tells me cow dung is murky brown.. thanks dude!!
it seemed as if i was reading someone else's blog.. kinda felt like putting lots of cow dung on the person who wrote all this dung..but discrded the idea.. it wud be really very awful to pick cow dung wid ur hands.. sometimes, i seriously wonder why is cow dung green in colour?hmm.. makes sense..they eat lots of green leaves na..thats why.. but we ..okay lets not get into that. tongue.gif
suddenly, the whole world seems to be very beautiful wid cows n cow dung included...waw, i hv finally gained my spirits n am totally in my mind..(for a change).actually, in retrospect, i think i was kinda very nervous n frustrated over the fact that i have to do so much work.. all notes to copy, lab work to be submitted, assignments to be done..that was the reason i was acting like a dumbass. laugh.gif
generally, life is to live.. or in better words, to enjoy..but wat the hell do we do? we get up to rub our asses on the classbench (n the canteen chairs) n then scratch our heads at the end of session( we got marks.. actually, we dint get marks).seriously, the whole 'enjoy life ' thing is a farce in my case..or else , i think so..these lab asses (now promoted as lecturers) dont let us live...yes.
our whole course is a big joke..
this woman calls me n tells me about this preprn course for CAT .. how the batches hv already strted n i m late n i shud join as early as possible n s***.. cunningly, made fool of me n got my email id also.. damn confused i am..shud i prepare or not? was solving this puzzle game n got out at level zero. mellow.gif
now this devi samaan lady tells me cow dung is murky brown.. thanks dude!!
The Fest
Oct 1 2006, 10:39 PM
now ..i hv kinda recovered but still my neck is paining wen i turn it right..actually right down..heehee..rain dance was soo much fun at resonance.. in the after noon , i was kinda cursing the whole dullness of fest n the amazing crowd wacko.gif ..but in the evening.. attended some musical event and dance competition.. n the participants made me laugh like maniacs..uncivilized aadiwaasi. heehee.. the performances were scintillating, literally ..haahaa !!
we made these out n out nonsense videos....i hate people who r too talented..why??? u cant be soo talented, i mean..why the hell r u not like me? why dont u dance like idiots? sing like jokers? act like fardeen khaan laugh.gif ,why cant u be not creatiive, not funny, ultra boring .. not wonderful.. am i praising u? oh s***.. i dint intend to.. now dont get very excited.. it was a small joke ..heh.
the project.. i hate the very word..i hate it.. hate it .. i hate projects.. i hate u project..eh eh .. my heart is getting heavy...buhuhuhu
i am soo confused..getting kinda irritated.. so much i hv to do this year. do some data structures..learn c, learn c++..maybe vb, maybe .net.. sad.gif
i hv to somehow manage 70 % this year.. how am i gonna do this..? sad.gif
i m getting very anxious n irritated at the same time.. how the hell am i gonna do all this?
okay.. i hv to concentrate.. inhale some fresh air.. and get out of this stupid chair..
bye.
now ..i hv kinda recovered but still my neck is paining wen i turn it right..actually right down..heehee..rain dance was soo much fun at resonance.. in the after noon , i was kinda cursing the whole dullness of fest n the amazing crowd wacko.gif ..but in the evening.. attended some musical event and dance competition.. n the participants made me laugh like maniacs..uncivilized aadiwaasi. heehee.. the performances were scintillating, literally ..haahaa !!
we made these out n out nonsense videos....i hate people who r too talented..why??? u cant be soo talented, i mean..why the hell r u not like me? why dont u dance like idiots? sing like jokers? act like fardeen khaan laugh.gif ,why cant u be not creatiive, not funny, ultra boring .. not wonderful.. am i praising u? oh s***.. i dint intend to.. now dont get very excited.. it was a small joke ..heh.
the project.. i hate the very word..i hate it.. hate it .. i hate projects.. i hate u project..eh eh .. my heart is getting heavy...buhuhuhu
i am soo confused..getting kinda irritated.. so much i hv to do this year. do some data structures..learn c, learn c++..maybe vb, maybe .net.. sad.gif
i hv to somehow manage 70 % this year.. how am i gonna do this..? sad.gif
i m getting very anxious n irritated at the same time.. how the hell am i gonna do all this?
okay.. i hv to concentrate.. inhale some fresh air.. and get out of this stupid chair..
bye.
Midsems
Sep 13 2006, 01:28 AM
here i was sitting cutting some apples n eating them tooo.. and my sis enters the scene n very seriously tells me that i need to get more serious wid life.. i mean , am i not?.. pehle to, i thought she must be either joking or just plain irritaitng me, as she always does.. but soon, she started on wid her lecture. how shud i behave in front of people, why shud not i laugh out loud , its indecent laugh.gif .. n why shud not i speak widout thinking.. ohh god! its very mushkil i think..
she was telling me that i shud make myself more calm n composed, i dont have to really go n worship somebody if i like them.. i dont have to tell people how stupid n confused i am.. neither is there any use of making funny comments or cracking boring pj's.. all in all she was just making me all the more conscious.. i was getting soo nervous.. n yes, so true she was. told me how i shud keep aside some part of my day , kind of few mintues before sleep to assess myself n my actions throughtout the day..wat all embarassing things i did n wat not to do.. make action plans how to handle such kind of situations n how to present myself as this lovely,intelligent, 'i know all' lady..for this, i have to read some self help books, research about different eras n cultures, different architectural periods, painters like loenardo da vinci ,picasso or vincent van gogh.. ;)
here i was sitting cutting some apples n eating them tooo.. and my sis enters the scene n very seriously tells me that i need to get more serious wid life.. i mean , am i not?.. pehle to, i thought she must be either joking or just plain irritaitng me, as she always does.. but soon, she started on wid her lecture. how shud i behave in front of people, why shud not i laugh out loud , its indecent laugh.gif .. n why shud not i speak widout thinking.. ohh god! its very mushkil i think..
she was telling me that i shud make myself more calm n composed, i dont have to really go n worship somebody if i like them.. i dont have to tell people how stupid n confused i am.. neither is there any use of making funny comments or cracking boring pj's.. all in all she was just making me all the more conscious.. i was getting soo nervous.. n yes, so true she was. told me how i shud keep aside some part of my day , kind of few mintues before sleep to assess myself n my actions throughtout the day..wat all embarassing things i did n wat not to do.. make action plans how to handle such kind of situations n how to present myself as this lovely,intelligent, 'i know all' lady..for this, i have to read some self help books, research about different eras n cultures, different architectural periods, painters like loenardo da vinci ,picasso or vincent van gogh.. ;)
Irresponsible
World! the big, fat ugly world with lots of irritating geeks hanging around .. no respect for untalented people in this world..silly world..
No respect for somebody who are just soo pissed off with all the hullabo about getting thier first job and for that, they are supposed to burn thierr ass off.. ghissing all the time. i mean, get a life dude.. whiling away the precious moments to fight for a gruelling life, either your manager eats your head out or you eat his brains without spoon.
Why cant i be just as irresponsible whole of my life..?? i dont want the bag of responsibilities .. i already am suffering from backache these days..
hell with responsibilities and this world ..
aah.. i am feeling soo relieved now.. pouring out all your frustration on the world .. and then relax!! ..it actualy works for me..
aah.. so i am going, my last weekend's assignment is waiting for me ..
No respect for somebody who are just soo pissed off with all the hullabo about getting thier first job and for that, they are supposed to burn thierr ass off.. ghissing all the time. i mean, get a life dude.. whiling away the precious moments to fight for a gruelling life, either your manager eats your head out or you eat his brains without spoon.
Why cant i be just as irresponsible whole of my life..?? i dont want the bag of responsibilities .. i already am suffering from backache these days..
hell with responsibilities and this world ..
aah.. i am feeling soo relieved now.. pouring out all your frustration on the world .. and then relax!! ..it actualy works for me..
aah.. so i am going, my last weekend's assignment is waiting for me ..
Poem
every other guy writes a poem in his/her blog.. not to mention the blookers who r soo wella that they write books, novels etc.
why am i soo wella
sitting here total akelaa..
so irritating, such nonsense
want to eat a croissant
a word which i can never pronounce
and, then proudly announce
and above all writing shit
lost all sense, n humour and wit ..(as if it was there ).
Its high time i shud get a life... every store is out of stock :(
why am i soo wella
sitting here total akelaa..
so irritating, such nonsense
want to eat a croissant
a word which i can never pronounce
and, then proudly announce
and above all writing shit
lost all sense, n humour and wit ..(as if it was there ).
Its high time i shud get a life... every store is out of stock :(
Liquidity and N-series
Wat the hell is liquidity and why is the hocum about the hedge funds?.. and why is this bloody thousands phase UP elections all over the newspaper and why not cant these lawyers do more than moral policing..
The lower judicial has pledged to sudhaaro the 'bharatiya naari' and not let her kiss a foriegner , not let her wear a saari wiht flags and to garnish all this, ban her working after 8.. totally ridiculous, one brain of mine says. the other doestn give a damn.. why shud i care if 100 bloody shivsainiks fodofy the 'big bazaars' in maharashtra.. if some priest is beaten till his bones becomes haldi powder... why the hell wud i care..
I was far more happy wen i dint knew that the system called society also contains the entity newspaper. Aaarghh.. i feel like vomiting my intestines out wenever channels like aajtak, star, zee and party come to my mind with thier breaking news and crime reporter series. bloody shitty sucking hell..
Newspaper make me sick with thier analysis of general elections, MCD elections, falaan elections, dhinkaana elections.. i mean, who in the rite mind wud care? and, if even these umpteen no. of elections also dont suffice, they start analysising the UK elections, the france elections, the scottish elections...
I want to get all the Nseries nokia phone and stamp on them..., please haa.. not becoz i cant afford ( yes, i cant).. but becoz they r soo bloody big . they make me sick wenever they come in the newspaper ads.
I dont understand how come this finanace minister keeps on revising the cement rates.. i mean, who the hell , on earth is going to teach me anythign abt finance.
helllooo ... am i alone.. yes i am. bloody all knowing, extra educated people.
The lower judicial has pledged to sudhaaro the 'bharatiya naari' and not let her kiss a foriegner , not let her wear a saari wiht flags and to garnish all this, ban her working after 8.. totally ridiculous, one brain of mine says. the other doestn give a damn.. why shud i care if 100 bloody shivsainiks fodofy the 'big bazaars' in maharashtra.. if some priest is beaten till his bones becomes haldi powder... why the hell wud i care..
I was far more happy wen i dint knew that the system called society also contains the entity newspaper. Aaarghh.. i feel like vomiting my intestines out wenever channels like aajtak, star, zee and party come to my mind with thier breaking news and crime reporter series. bloody shitty sucking hell..
Newspaper make me sick with thier analysis of general elections, MCD elections, falaan elections, dhinkaana elections.. i mean, who in the rite mind wud care? and, if even these umpteen no. of elections also dont suffice, they start analysising the UK elections, the france elections, the scottish elections...
I want to get all the Nseries nokia phone and stamp on them..., please haa.. not becoz i cant afford ( yes, i cant).. but becoz they r soo bloody big . they make me sick wenever they come in the newspaper ads.
I dont understand how come this finanace minister keeps on revising the cement rates.. i mean, who the hell , on earth is going to teach me anythign abt finance.
helllooo ... am i alone.. yes i am. bloody all knowing, extra educated people.
Fantastic four
The time is always eagerly awaited. But this time, the bundle of tasks,assignments and 'responsbilities' outweighed the wait, i think. Just cudnt find the luxury of breathing and waiting.
And now, the day has come and the moronic female is struggling herself out of the bed..gets ready and is climbing the stairs of the metro station.She reaches the metro station and realises ki she dint even bring any gift, not even a chocolate. However, our hero also dint bring anyhting.. so, she feels happy :) ( yes, she is a devil).
long travel tires the body but it cant even touch the heart which is leaping with joy and is just poorly able to control itself .
The day went as if it is so normal, so real and so ordinary..as if we are always together and used to each other.. no attempt to make good use of every minute , just going on with the flow, walking the path, the pair of feet are taking us.relaxed, at peace and yeah, very much together.. as if we always were.
but yes, our heroine feels a little guilty wen our hero suddenly presents her a beautiful card alongwith his 'genius art' piece.
The other day was equally tiring.. the useless heoine always cribbing about the weather, the long road, the traffic, the sun, the wind . and, as usual, our hero bears her wiht a smile and a hand pulling her all the way.
The old fort , though, dint match the standards of humayun's tomb.. but,togetherness is always fun :). At least had 5 litres of liquid and still, the throat used to get dry. Felt like a couple wen the old fat woman was chasing with her long stick..dont know, wat her problem was.. cant we even sit and breathe.
The boat ride was perfect, never wanted to get out of it. The best 'fiends' were just sitting and they were having fun. :)
Any movie was never destined to be watched.. :) but, the iced tea was far more lucky at chabar in the oxford bookstore.lazing on the couch , made for ultralazy like us, and reading a book on the most heinous criminals in history.. Jack the ripper, dr. jackal, child killer and tribe...wow, wat a perfect date. :)
And now, the day has come and the moronic female is struggling herself out of the bed..gets ready and is climbing the stairs of the metro station.She reaches the metro station and realises ki she dint even bring any gift, not even a chocolate. However, our hero also dint bring anyhting.. so, she feels happy :) ( yes, she is a devil).
long travel tires the body but it cant even touch the heart which is leaping with joy and is just poorly able to control itself .
The day went as if it is so normal, so real and so ordinary..as if we are always together and used to each other.. no attempt to make good use of every minute , just going on with the flow, walking the path, the pair of feet are taking us.relaxed, at peace and yeah, very much together.. as if we always were.
but yes, our heroine feels a little guilty wen our hero suddenly presents her a beautiful card alongwith his 'genius art' piece.
The other day was equally tiring.. the useless heoine always cribbing about the weather, the long road, the traffic, the sun, the wind . and, as usual, our hero bears her wiht a smile and a hand pulling her all the way.
The old fort , though, dint match the standards of humayun's tomb.. but,togetherness is always fun :). At least had 5 litres of liquid and still, the throat used to get dry. Felt like a couple wen the old fat woman was chasing with her long stick..dont know, wat her problem was.. cant we even sit and breathe.
The boat ride was perfect, never wanted to get out of it. The best 'fiends' were just sitting and they were having fun. :)
Any movie was never destined to be watched.. :) but, the iced tea was far more lucky at chabar in the oxford bookstore.lazing on the couch , made for ultralazy like us, and reading a book on the most heinous criminals in history.. Jack the ripper, dr. jackal, child killer and tribe...wow, wat a perfect date. :)
RTV bus
Sep 9 2006, 06:07 PM
i was coming home by this horrible rtv bus.. i cant even stand, such low roofs.. waise i generally prefer the phatphatiya( yellow auto.. heehee) but i cud not get one.. so , i boarded this funny thing..
but the driver was soo stupid, he used to stop at every few metres.. to wait for passengers, howvever they were nowhere to be seen..so, the passengers were getting really irritated.. so wen again, the driver stopped the bus, one guy got really irritated and made a funny remark.. and whoa.. i started laughing.. laughing like maniacs.. stupid maniacs.. uncivilized stupid maniacs.. wierd uncivilized stupid maniacs....i laughed , n laughed n laughed.. biggrin.gif for sometime, other passengers also gave me little company but soon retracted to their cool composed self.. n i was there in that whole bus.. laughing..in that silent evening n that silent bus..haahaa.... and just in front of me , there was this old man, who was not at least amused...he looked at me with a straight face.. and ME? i just laughed louder..i just cud not stop it..
howevr, i somehow managed to give my mouth a break.. and this old guy looked at me.. relieved.. he must be thanking god..haahaa.. tongue.gif
and i told Arun abt this n he was very amused n found this whole incident funny.. biggrin.gif
i was coming home by this horrible rtv bus.. i cant even stand, such low roofs.. waise i generally prefer the phatphatiya( yellow auto.. heehee) but i cud not get one.. so , i boarded this funny thing..
but the driver was soo stupid, he used to stop at every few metres.. to wait for passengers, howvever they were nowhere to be seen..so, the passengers were getting really irritated.. so wen again, the driver stopped the bus, one guy got really irritated and made a funny remark.. and whoa.. i started laughing.. laughing like maniacs.. stupid maniacs.. uncivilized stupid maniacs.. wierd uncivilized stupid maniacs....i laughed , n laughed n laughed.. biggrin.gif for sometime, other passengers also gave me little company but soon retracted to their cool composed self.. n i was there in that whole bus.. laughing..in that silent evening n that silent bus..haahaa.... and just in front of me , there was this old man, who was not at least amused...he looked at me with a straight face.. and ME? i just laughed louder..i just cud not stop it..
howevr, i somehow managed to give my mouth a break.. and this old guy looked at me.. relieved.. he must be thanking god..haahaa.. tongue.gif
and i told Arun abt this n he was very amused n found this whole incident funny.. biggrin.gif
Munnabhai
Sep 11 2006, 11:21 PM
watched munnabhai-2 today...and now i m seriously thinking so wonderful are the thoughts of truth ,love n non violence..though, looks as if only limited to the ideals of people from gandhian era.. but yeah, so relevant today also..
truth always triumph.. cant say if its true.. but yes, its always right..we, in our life, must have told a hundred lies, consciously n inconsciously..we lie becoz we fear..
hey i also saw this film 'roshomon ' in spic.. wonderful movie..here also every character tells hundreds of lie to cover up thier own vanities ,fear, greed.. to show themselves as brave, upright n innocent.. it was a pwerful potrayal of human nature..
even i must have told many lies to cover up my mistakes or weakness.. i remeber this incident wen i copied the teacher's signature on my sanskrit notebook.. n how i was slapped( smackkk..).. obviously my work was late.
we speak many lies soo smartly that they dont even seem to be a lie..we r watching this wonderful movie on the comp and a friend asks if we can go to the market with him/her.. and we simply tell them how busy we are, how many assingment we have to submit n how many notes we have to copy...(heehee.. i m the incarnation of the devil itself.)
aah, but honestly, i think i m going to imbibe some sense of truthfulness ..yeah, very mushkil.. i know, but let's try.
no more sweet lies.. if i hate this guy's breath.. i m going to walk staight up to him n tell him on his face.. .. biggrin.gif ...and i m going to walk to this teacher n tell him how i feel about him.. how much i hate him .. and to any person who talk s nonsense, i m going to tell him wat kind of a ultimate bore he is.. cool.gif
oops.. i think its better to keep queit than to speak a lie.. wacko.gif now i am confused..okay i needto give time to my mental faculties to think over this.. i am going to think over it for few days as usual.. lets see wat happens after that.
watched munnabhai-2 today...and now i m seriously thinking so wonderful are the thoughts of truth ,love n non violence..though, looks as if only limited to the ideals of people from gandhian era.. but yeah, so relevant today also..
truth always triumph.. cant say if its true.. but yes, its always right..we, in our life, must have told a hundred lies, consciously n inconsciously..we lie becoz we fear..
hey i also saw this film 'roshomon ' in spic.. wonderful movie..here also every character tells hundreds of lie to cover up thier own vanities ,fear, greed.. to show themselves as brave, upright n innocent.. it was a pwerful potrayal of human nature..
even i must have told many lies to cover up my mistakes or weakness.. i remeber this incident wen i copied the teacher's signature on my sanskrit notebook.. n how i was slapped( smackkk..).. obviously my work was late.
we speak many lies soo smartly that they dont even seem to be a lie..we r watching this wonderful movie on the comp and a friend asks if we can go to the market with him/her.. and we simply tell them how busy we are, how many assingment we have to submit n how many notes we have to copy...(heehee.. i m the incarnation of the devil itself.)
aah, but honestly, i think i m going to imbibe some sense of truthfulness ..yeah, very mushkil.. i know, but let's try.
no more sweet lies.. if i hate this guy's breath.. i m going to walk staight up to him n tell him on his face.. .. biggrin.gif ...and i m going to walk to this teacher n tell him how i feel about him.. how much i hate him .. and to any person who talk s nonsense, i m going to tell him wat kind of a ultimate bore he is.. cool.gif
oops.. i think its better to keep queit than to speak a lie.. wacko.gif now i am confused..okay i needto give time to my mental faculties to think over this.. i am going to think over it for few days as usual.. lets see wat happens after that.
The Bunk
Sep 14 2006, 02:01 AM
wen i was in 12th, we used to bunk a lot n go to playgrounds to loiter around n play volleyball .. and i used to hate going to labs.. we had this awful chem lab a**.. used to stink a lot.. and MAN!! he was irritating.. even the word irritating will feel insulted..
however, we bunked this chem lab n went to play volley.. and unfortunately, a surprise inspection took place..manager,director and the principal along wid a photographer(for photo shoot for school magazine) enterd this lab n wat did they see.. around 6 or seven students in the lab whereas the total strength shud have been 22 for that lab..they were surprised and so was our chem teacher..the lab a** had no clue.. teacher lied to them about the less attendance n all..n then, he started searching for us..
he came towrds the playground.. n some guys saw him coming n there was total commotion.. evrybody running here n there.. stupid boys started runing towards the girls toilet..heehee.. but soon realised that n marched back.. and i ran off through the playground to the nursery block on the other side n hid behind the door..poor guys were caught..after some time , i came out from my hole.. n these girls from the other section told me that the chem teacher knows i hv run away n he is not going to spare me.. so, dejected.. i walked towards the chem lab.. as i reached there , i saw some 7 or 8 guys in the position of a murga..ooh..n i was the only girl.. n then this teacher came out.. ''arrey , aa gayi tum.. chalo, line me lag jaao''..''sir, but main murga nahi ban sakti''..''to theek hai , murgi ban jaao''..ohh god!! such mental harassment..i was aghast .. ''no sir, main ye sab nahi karungi''..'' to ek taang per haath uper karke khadi ho jaao''..u cannot imagine wat kind of punishments i have got..and then he went inside.. while i was still wondering if i shud do that or not , he came back with a strong cane with 10 cm. diameter..and i was on my one leg wid my hands up..
after half an hour or so, wen around evry guy from our science block had seen us in that pitiful situation he came back.. n told me that he has told my parents.. n handed out this piece of paper where we had to write that we bunk classes , dont take teachers seriously, are very irresponsible and deserve to be severly punished.. damn him...so, we wrote it .. took half an hour or so..and now, we had to get it signed by the parents.
and the story doesnt end here.. actually the saddest part is that i chewed this letter on my way home , in my nervousness n anxiety.. n wen i reached home.. it was in tatters.. so , i had to tape it up.. got a fair amount of scolding .. had a tough time getting those signatures.. and the next day.. i bunked the english class.
wen i was in 12th, we used to bunk a lot n go to playgrounds to loiter around n play volleyball .. and i used to hate going to labs.. we had this awful chem lab a**.. used to stink a lot.. and MAN!! he was irritating.. even the word irritating will feel insulted..
however, we bunked this chem lab n went to play volley.. and unfortunately, a surprise inspection took place..manager,director and the principal along wid a photographer(for photo shoot for school magazine) enterd this lab n wat did they see.. around 6 or seven students in the lab whereas the total strength shud have been 22 for that lab..they were surprised and so was our chem teacher..the lab a** had no clue.. teacher lied to them about the less attendance n all..n then, he started searching for us..
he came towrds the playground.. n some guys saw him coming n there was total commotion.. evrybody running here n there.. stupid boys started runing towards the girls toilet..heehee.. but soon realised that n marched back.. and i ran off through the playground to the nursery block on the other side n hid behind the door..poor guys were caught..after some time , i came out from my hole.. n these girls from the other section told me that the chem teacher knows i hv run away n he is not going to spare me.. so, dejected.. i walked towards the chem lab.. as i reached there , i saw some 7 or 8 guys in the position of a murga..ooh..n i was the only girl.. n then this teacher came out.. ''arrey , aa gayi tum.. chalo, line me lag jaao''..''sir, but main murga nahi ban sakti''..''to theek hai , murgi ban jaao''..ohh god!! such mental harassment..i was aghast .. ''no sir, main ye sab nahi karungi''..'' to ek taang per haath uper karke khadi ho jaao''..u cannot imagine wat kind of punishments i have got..and then he went inside.. while i was still wondering if i shud do that or not , he came back with a strong cane with 10 cm. diameter..and i was on my one leg wid my hands up..
after half an hour or so, wen around evry guy from our science block had seen us in that pitiful situation he came back.. n told me that he has told my parents.. n handed out this piece of paper where we had to write that we bunk classes , dont take teachers seriously, are very irresponsible and deserve to be severly punished.. damn him...so, we wrote it .. took half an hour or so..and now, we had to get it signed by the parents.
and the story doesnt end here.. actually the saddest part is that i chewed this letter on my way home , in my nervousness n anxiety.. n wen i reached home.. it was in tatters.. so , i had to tape it up.. got a fair amount of scolding .. had a tough time getting those signatures.. and the next day.. i bunked the english class.
Cycle adventure: one of them
My two wheeled endeavours can be aptly summarized as : ridiculously short and wild in nature.
Even the humble bicyles i have posessed have been the victims of various accidents of varied degree of conciousness as well as unconsciousness. The unaware person walking in the road has many times got the not-happy side of my hit and trials.
However, the incident which keeps on bubbling up out of the deepest portions of mindcrap is the one involving the 7th class GK exam,the 50-50s, the Mt. Carmel school bus, the standing tempo and the two 'happy go lucky' people on earth. Balancing the cycling act with eating 50-50 biscuits is surely a tough act, particularly when you are asking for the 50-50s from the person behind and a bus is coming from the front with 1000km/hr speed. Unfortunately, when it is realised that the distance between earth and heaven ia only 1 m away, our heroes escape the death only to crash into a standing tempo. The smiling 'Mount Carmel School' logo wheezes past them.I looked back - Sonali was smiling as well as trying to give an angry look to me. She showed me her hand, some powdery thing was there.. She said - look, what you did to my biscuits. I smiled. Then, these people realise that they have been doing this converstion still sitting on the cycle. What is wrong, it shud have fallen ,given us bruises and also excuse for skipping the GK exam the next day. We got down. But, the cycle was standing as if stuck to the tempo..Poor guys tried to give it little jerk as if it is a ghost. It dint move. Later, it was realised that the iron wheel has somehow got stuckk in something of the tempo. Got it free. And moved on..
Even the humble bicyles i have posessed have been the victims of various accidents of varied degree of conciousness as well as unconsciousness. The unaware person walking in the road has many times got the not-happy side of my hit and trials.
However, the incident which keeps on bubbling up out of the deepest portions of mindcrap is the one involving the 7th class GK exam,the 50-50s, the Mt. Carmel school bus, the standing tempo and the two 'happy go lucky' people on earth. Balancing the cycling act with eating 50-50 biscuits is surely a tough act, particularly when you are asking for the 50-50s from the person behind and a bus is coming from the front with 1000km/hr speed. Unfortunately, when it is realised that the distance between earth and heaven ia only 1 m away, our heroes escape the death only to crash into a standing tempo. The smiling 'Mount Carmel School' logo wheezes past them.I looked back - Sonali was smiling as well as trying to give an angry look to me. She showed me her hand, some powdery thing was there.. She said - look, what you did to my biscuits. I smiled. Then, these people realise that they have been doing this converstion still sitting on the cycle. What is wrong, it shud have fallen ,given us bruises and also excuse for skipping the GK exam the next day. We got down. But, the cycle was standing as if stuck to the tempo..Poor guys tried to give it little jerk as if it is a ghost. It dint move. Later, it was realised that the iron wheel has somehow got stuckk in something of the tempo. Got it free. And moved on..
Dust Bowls
Oh my God .. this is the first time i have added a picture and i can see this huge code above.. bloody coders.. they have a code for everything. < I am in my best of manners , right now>.
No, this pic is not about this pic.. waise, by this time, i have forgotten what pic i uploaded.. :)
I hate computers.. i have made this statement pehle also but i hate charles babbage.
Random Chomsky
Noam chomsky who is a philosopher and a linguist is also a widely known political activist and a active critc of the foreign policies of the superpowers of the world,like the U.S.
In his article,'a world without war' , chomsky says that we are living in a world of conflict and confrontation,and it can be called the "class war".The power centres and the general poulation stand face to face ,opposing each other,in this conflict.
The powerful wants to reign over, to absorb more power and ,to fuel this ambition,it plays various games to retain the dominian. It keeps on trying to snatch power from the genral population,to suppress them,to dominate them and to exploit them. The writer condemns the various issues such as increasing militarisation, destruction of the environment and assault against democracy and freedom- which are a result of the selfish practices by the power bloc.
He urges the people bloc to be diffident and to oppose the repressing activities of the power bloc.He cites the example of the ongoing conflict between the World social forum and the World economic forum at Davos. As the 'interantional giants ' discuss matters relating to the grave problems confronting mankind,as described by them, the other part of the world is laughing on thier face and the mockery.
Noam chomsky' style of writing is very critical,and it shows rebellion and contempt towards the loathsoem show of power and urges the general population to fight for its rights, it freedom and to fight ,so as not to be suppressed by the power greedy.
In his article,'a world without war' , chomsky says that we are living in a world of conflict and confrontation,and it can be called the "class war".The power centres and the general poulation stand face to face ,opposing each other,in this conflict.
The powerful wants to reign over, to absorb more power and ,to fuel this ambition,it plays various games to retain the dominian. It keeps on trying to snatch power from the genral population,to suppress them,to dominate them and to exploit them. The writer condemns the various issues such as increasing militarisation, destruction of the environment and assault against democracy and freedom- which are a result of the selfish practices by the power bloc.
He urges the people bloc to be diffident and to oppose the repressing activities of the power bloc.He cites the example of the ongoing conflict between the World social forum and the World economic forum at Davos. As the 'interantional giants ' discuss matters relating to the grave problems confronting mankind,as described by them, the other part of the world is laughing on thier face and the mockery.
Noam chomsky' style of writing is very critical,and it shows rebellion and contempt towards the loathsoem show of power and urges the general population to fight for its rights, it freedom and to fight ,so as not to be suppressed by the power greedy.
A day before an exam while in NSIT
How can you improve urself.. gave my bro to write 50 points on this.. seems like i need it myself and also an instructor to kick me if i dont.
why cant we live without bloody exams.. i hate them. and.. EXAMS.. i can live without you.
this irritating female wants to write hundred pieces of writing just a day before her exam only.. why?? .. "irritating, she is".
Exam sickness /fever/ilness.. no no no, i dont suffer from that.. i just hate exams and this sick feeling of not studying .. why cant i be that bookloving ghissu who doesnt have a life apart from huffman codes and maxwell's equation.
Dont want to think about future.. cant believe i am expected to make decisions , potentially very big and very disastrous.. i want to become very small and go to the same old school where i can go wearing the same old socks and the torn shoes , the skirt with ink marks and the shirt wihtout monogram..to become , once again, the 'wat is care' parasite.. who needs a stick and is never expected to do big things.. i dont want to do big things.
why cant we live without bloody exams.. i hate them. and.. EXAMS.. i can live without you.
this irritating female wants to write hundred pieces of writing just a day before her exam only.. why?? .. "irritating, she is".
Exam sickness /fever/ilness.. no no no, i dont suffer from that.. i just hate exams and this sick feeling of not studying .. why cant i be that bookloving ghissu who doesnt have a life apart from huffman codes and maxwell's equation.
Dont want to think about future.. cant believe i am expected to make decisions , potentially very big and very disastrous.. i want to become very small and go to the same old school where i can go wearing the same old socks and the torn shoes , the skirt with ink marks and the shirt wihtout monogram..to become , once again, the 'wat is care' parasite.. who needs a stick and is never expected to do big things.. i dont want to do big things.
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