Sunday, July 23, 2006

a sweet poem written by a frnd... for me on my bde

" " its just rainbow ....
i ws searchin ...........
it ws those raindrops .....
i ws searchin....
o yah.....
even tat fragrence.......
n that white feather..
n...those sunrays......
n a smile .........
beautiful eyes.......................
i ws searchin............
ya really.......................
i ws searchin .......
everythg so i ...
i cud gift ya...
on dis de.......
but ......
i faild...........
cudnt get anythg ............
that can b even a bit...................
closer or like...............
wat u r.............
wat ya mean 2 me............
wll here m i..........
closin ma eyes....
n prayin ................
u get wat u want......
flowers on ur way................
ma dear 18..............
HAPPY BDE....................................................................."

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

met a school teacher lately....

It feels good… wen you meet your old friends right… how does it feel to meet your old school teacher…?? Well… I recently wen to the house of my social science teacher who taught me in class 8,9 n 10… if were pretty close too… one of her fav students that I was… I was really bad at her subject… actually speaking… at school I was bad at only her sub….:P
But she had been jus more than a teacher… you kno.. like the age old phrase…”my friend, philosopher and guide”…. So even wen I din score so well in her papers… she still used to ask me abt my other papers… she realized that social happens to be one of my least fav subjects… but that never bothered… I remember… wen in the 10th pre-boards… I nearly cupped in social… she called me and said… that there is no point trying to ask me to read n read n read… she asked me to write the answer completely… she said I was too lazy to write in the paper too…
She was right you kno… I never really bothered to write all those numerous pages of answers… even a six mark question wud have an at max a page n a half… n everyone else wud ramble on n on… like Rachel… who “rambled on for 18 pages, front n back”…. Friends freaks wud kno wat I am talking abt… well… come on… if it meant so much to Ross and he still “feel asleep”… wud my dear teacher not crash while reading the same old answer over 2 or 3 pages each hajjar times….?? So my answers were always crisp n clear… but I guess I had rambled on in my boards… else I wud have probably cupped…
Me deviating from topic… yea… so… she was really cool and all… wen I was driving with a coupla friends I ran into her at the petrol bunk and she was as excited to see me as I was to see her… we cudnt talk much… so I turned up at her house a few days later… well it was nice… we spoke abt all my old classmates from school n wer they all ended up now… and then I chattered away excitedly abt my new college n hostel n life in gen… and the amazing time I have their… the pain.. the crap… everything… we spoke abt everything… from work to school to college to acads to other activities to politics to news to media to the sundry n the mundane too…
So we had a lot to talk of… and time passed by quickly… and an hour n a half passed… so I had to go… but it sure was a nice day… I’ll keep remembering it for a long time…J

Thursday, July 06, 2006

the world from 4 eyes....:P

Hmmm… funny I must say… but the world looks so diff… I mean… a full day without lenses… I haven’t don that in the past... 6 yrs…?? I think… so this one day… it made me look bak on the past 8 yrs… the history of my eye probs….

I started wearing glasses wen I was in class 5… was abt 9 yrs old… but I took to contact lenses in class 7… wen I was 11 and a half… hmmm… I cud possibly be the youngest kid in the world to take to lenses… ok… at least in India…?? My doc din hesitate a min to set me up with a pair of contacts… but I was apparently too small of age… so I nicked my eye ball once… and blood clotted terribly over my eye… that’s wat the doc said… I never even knew it…it din hurt at all… but my doc din give up on me… made me wear glasses for three days... and then put me bak on track again… never again was I troubled by them... but yea… once I guess I tore them down in class 8… not my fault…
Every two years I got a new pair of lenses… and the power increased as I grew up… and I forgot all abt glasses… I never even kept a set as spare incase something happens to my lenses… so I grew up…and wen I came to IIT… new place… so I thought I need a set of good old spectacles to assist me… so I had a pair of nerdy looking glasses… so I spent 7 n half years wearing lenses… and now that I need a new pair I went for check up… and for some tests… a day prior to the test I was required to stay without lenses…(which meant with glasses… but I din wear them since I never had them for the past 6 yrs… now that I do have… I had to…)
As it seems to me… it was diff… I cudnt do simply things like looking down without the fearing of my glasses falling off… I must say… did I not have this trouble wen I was in class 5… I was much younger then…! Simple day to day activities got disrupted and seemed outta place for me… I have grown so used to lenses… its like wearing nothin… I never feel anything in my eyes and am totally comfortable… jus like all those of you who don have a prob with eyes…. I heard not everyone takes so easily to lenses like I did… I mean… the body rejects any foreign particle… I guess it was because I started at an early age… cud be… or cud be simply because…those dreamy eyes that look towards the stars and ebb out poetry cud jus not be put behind the bars of a spectacle frame… and they put fite for freedom… to sing their song… on a sunny morn

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

a new start... a new home... (a reveiw back in time)

well... this is the third one... my article... that was printed on 10th july 2006... eduplus collegian the hindu



Well… its admission time and most of you will be off to your new college, and some of you might be staying in hostel. You know what people say about staying in hostel, especially for the first time. I for one am really attached to home and never liked going places. But I decided there was no way I was going to feel homesick when I joined IIT Madras about a year ago. After all, it’s a whole new world out there waiting for me to explore. My parents were there with me for the admission, but I was alone on my first day of classes. It won’t be so tough without them. That’s what I kept telling myself.
On my first day of college, I woke up early about 5.30 (on my own!!!). It was a bright morning and I sang to myself
“It’s a new day, a new start
It’s alive with the beating of a young heart…”
– Here I Am by Bryan Adams
Nothing can go wrong. I washed my clothes, took a bath, made up my bed, cleaned my room and I was ready for breakfast by about 7. We, girls from my department, left for mess together and had some jolly good time, chattering away and wondering how our first day is going to be like. By 7.30 we were on our cycles zooming off to classes. In all the classes we paid extreme attention to every word the professor had to say. Time passed by quickly, as we shuttled between classes with our confusing timetable and before we knew it, it was lunchtime. I wasn’t even hungry.
I was all excited; things have been going just great. It was then that I realized I was cycling alone and I lost my way. It sounds stupid now, but back then, it was easy to get lost even on a straight road. I was staring at a traffic island. Was I supposed to go right or left? I was not even familiar with traffic rules. I strained my memory and decided to go right, so I jerked my handle suddenly, cut the circle and turned right. I hadn’t even gone 2 meters when a security guard stopped me and warned me never to cut short the circle again and let me go. He was friendly and nice.
I was all bubbling with enthusiasm to tell my sister (she is a fourth year student here) about my day. She was waiting for me outside the hostel and I ran up to her. But as I reached her, I turned all blue. Wondering why was looking so down, all she did was ask what had happened, and a dam broke somewhere. I burst into tears. She hurriedly rushed me to her room where I sat crying like a five year old who fell down the stairs. My sister was exasperated trying to find out what had gone wrong. There was nothing to say. Nothing happened. It’s just that I felt like crying. I had no idea why, but I just felt like crying. I had a great day and just one more class to attend. It was almost perfect. But I felt like crying. May be I was, what they say, ‘homesick’!
That was the first time I cried in IIT Madras. And in the months to follow I cried over a hundred times. Mostly because I got myself into a bad situation or I fought with a friend or I scored less in a paper. But never again did I shed a tear in the memory of home. Why would I when I was at home, my new home!

Blast from the past

I am sure you remember your best friend in class 2, or the bully you hated in your class 5. I sit and wonder what they are up to now. Even as we fumble and stumble through friendships in college we still hold on to those fond memories of childhood. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would meet any of them. But then fate does amazing things.
It sure is a small world after all. And Orkut endorsed the statement in my life. For those who never heard of it, it is an online community that connects people through a network of trusted friends, committed to providing an online meeting place where people can socialize, make new acquaintances and find others who share their interests. There are many others too like hi5, Zorpia, etc. but my experiences revolve around Orkut.
When I was just checking out profiles, I stumbled onto a name that rang a bell in my head. Could it be? No. Lemme see. I scraped the guy. Is he the same guy who studied his class 6 with me? Am I the same girl who competed with him for the first rank and he came second by a quarter of a mark? I found a lost friend. Cool. So what is he doing now? Engineering in IIT Madras. Wait a minute! That’s what I am doing too! Yes, I found a long lost friend from class 6, after 7 years, over the Internet, just to find out that he is in the same institute as I am, living in the same campus. Amazing, isn’t it?
Another incident. One other time, I got a scrap from a guy whose name I recognized as a friend in class 8. After almost 6 yrs of no contact he springs up doing his engineering in IIT Delhi. And during my recent trip to north India, I took some time off to meet up with my old pal.
Sometimes, when I sit with my new friends in college and chat about old friends at school, we end up realizing there are entangled links and crossroads and chains of friendship across time. The links are sometimes confusing, sometimes plain, but always surprising.
I never cease to wonder about the miracles this world is made up of. One of those many miracles is friendship. I can never forget the way I screamed in joy when I found my old friends, or the way I felt like a school kid that I once was. The child that I am, I remembered again. I remembered not just my old friends, but my old self too.
Distance is not the only thing that separates old friends. Time too plays culprit. As time flies by we forget that little kid we played ‘hide n seek’ with who lives in the next street. But sometimes fate lands us together and rekindles the friendship. Most times, it doesn’t. So even if you don find a lost friend on Orkut, you can at least call up an old chum from school days just to say ‘hi’.
May be instead of chilling out at fast-food hang-outs, and exchanging wrist bands that say ‘best friends’, you could call up and give a blast from the past to someone you really cared years before. Hmmm… not a bad idea. What do you say?

Saturday, July 01, 2006

calls n calls....

Anyway… forget abt me off mod coz of wanting to blog crap… so… today was fun… that I stayed at home… but still got a few good phone calls… long but nice to hear an ole friends voice…. An IITian fron hyd called in the morn… nuthin much happening in hyd I guess… and then…yeah a phone call from someone since a loooooooooooooong time…. … my classmate n good friend in intermediate 2 yrs…. Now in engg…. good to hear from her… And nice to hear updates on her life… n everyone else’s we knew back then… discussing ppl n how they changed n how we ‘din change’… hee hee… been good really… a very long phone with the promise of further acquaintance was a nice welcome to my boooooring life… but this weekend is goin waste with my eyes getting checked up…. So … I’ll be seeing my friend soon… n may be others too n all…. Lets hope…. Tata

why do i blog....

Hmmm… wat is blogging… wen I have little to do n nuthin comes to mind, I write down wat I feel like simply coz I wanna… does it mean much to you…? I don really care… coz it feels good to me… its my blog n write wat I feel… I never put myself out… so now that I feel like writing it shud be written… I don really care wassup… it’s the first time I am so open… I have always lived in myself… little I told n to few ppl in this world
My feelings my own
My principles mine alone
Little I told to few n thick
Sometimes to many
So they know me better
Sometimes to many
To keep up with all
Sometimes to none
No one understands at all
Sometimes to none
Coz I am ashamed my self
Sometimes to few
Who know wat its like to be me
Sometimes to few
Coz that’s wat I really am
Most to myself
I remain an enigma
For I never understand
Never myself
Wat can I expect
From those few
Who I think know me
Coz I dunno myself
Wat life brings upon me
Why do I care
Wat life brings upon me
Why shud I feel
For wat others imply for me
My feelings my own
My principles mine alone
I do not wish for others to follow
Neither shall I follow others
I am wat I am
Simply
That’s wat I am
My feelings my own
My principles mine alone