Monday, December 31, 2007

Travelling.. seems like I get too much of it nowadays

Been long since I travelled in an unreserved compartment.
I didn't get tickets to the direct train from Visakhapatnam to Chennai.
So I got up on Sunday morn with some last minute packing left, had lunch and boarded an express from Visakhapatnam to Vijayawada, in the general compartment. One had to use a lot of strength to climb into the compartment in the first place. But I was one among the first so lucky for me I got a seat. It was a three seater seat with 4 women and a kid on it. I was sitting between this girl with her son and another lady. This was the beginning of the journey.

The kid was cute and she was fun to play with. But her mother was tired. This kid didn't help either finally she ended up fizzing Miranda on everyone around.
The lady next to me had been travelling since the night before. She didn't have breakfast so she bought some food. It was very crowded and she ended up spilling some curd all over. And I was sitting right in between.

Soon enough both of them got down at some station and in their place 4 others had come. So we were 6 in a 3 seater. Everyone cribs everyone else is taking too much space. But then everyone is really nice. They want to know where you are going and what you are doing. And they actually take care of me, may be because I am all alone and a girl. You know. And they have no idea what engineering is, but still I am studying in chennai so I am studying something great :)

After 6 hours of journey. I managed to get out. Then I had to wait for 2 hours before my train to Chennai arrived. Waited in the waiting room and ran into some volleyball players from Indore you are doing their MTech in Physical Education.
And finally landed at 7 30 today morn.

All morning I was busy doing stuff, then crashed in the aftee and guess what. This is when I realised the effort of yesterday's travel. My head is pounding, my body is aching, throat hurts, my voice is cold ridden and I still wish to party. But guess what it's 8.30 and I still don't have plans. :)

Happy New Year's eve to you all !!!

Friday, December 28, 2007

A Christmas

23rd was a lonely Sunday and I cried that I was all alone in a lonely hostel and much lonelier campus. Everyone home and so should I be, but I had to wait. Painstakingly slow it was. And I packed my bag on the Christmas Eve. And Christmas ?

Christmas was a beautiful day. I woke up at 5 30 in the morn and walked into the morning mist. Yes my campus is beautiful, especially on a cold December morn with mist and snow all over. You can’t see anything in front of you and you can’t see anything behind. It was all an eerie white fog.
I took the 6 30 train to Chennai central and met my mom and sis and began my day long journey with them back home. I talked I slept I woke up to eat and talked more. And finally reached home at 12 in the night.

After spending 3 days at home. I have one more day left. And again on Sunday I’ll be on a train back home, home to campus. Wish I could stay longer here though. But I’ll be with friends for New Year. Any plans anyone ?

Friday, December 21, 2007

I m boREd

LaChayim, LaChayim to Life
To Life, to Life LaChayim .

Sullen Spendour

silken hues
slipping time
memories and memoirs

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Ooh Aah Let the music PLAY

You should check out the Out of Home entertainment system in the Westside. Found it cool.

The !3th Floor

While I was in Bangalore, I caught up with an old friend from home. We haven't seen each other for about two and a half years and it was nice to catch up on everything (even though we are in constant touch through gtalk :) )

This was his first time in Bangalore and though not my first I didn't know much either. We decided to go to M G Road and Brigade Road. Took an auto from Forum and landed up in Garuda Mall. Went up and down Garuda Mall till we got bored. So I was like what are we going to do now. Since it was lunch time and he was hungry he said he'll catch some lunch.

Where do we grub? The 13th floor he says.
I assumed it was the name of restaurant.
So where is it ? He doesn't know but on the 13th floor he says. Overlooking the entire city, its got an amazing view he says.
So it's not the name of a restaurant ? No and he doesn't know the name he says. But he knows its somewhere here he says.
How does he know about it ? His friend showed him the building he says.
So what is the building called ? He doesn't know he says. Except that there is Barista outside the building he says.
OK so how do we look for it ? There were green plates in the middle of that road he says. Like those and points to something on the other side of the road.

So we took up that road and started walking to one side. Kept walking. Kept walking. Walked about half a kilometer. I was like are you sure this is the road ? He isn't he says and calls up his helpline.
Whatever inference from his helpline, we have to turn around. So we turned around, walked back the half a kilometer and walked more for about another one kilometer.
No security guards knew anything about Barista. So we used the helpline again. We found out the name of the building. Barton Centre.
We stopped a guy and asked for Barista and he blinked. For Barton Centre. Oh it's about one and half kilometers on the other side and pointed to the direction we had been coming from.
My friend gave up. What do we do now he says. Lets take an auto I say. We took an auto to Barton Centre and turned up at the building with Barista outside it.

We walked up tot he building read that the 13th floor is Ebony restaurant. So we took an elevator (it was old, it was vague and it seemed ready to stop in between anywhere and get stuck n choke us to death). We landed on the 13th floor and asked for the restaurant. and we finally realised we were there.

Do we have reservation ? NO
Do you want to sit inside or outside ? Outside
But it is sunny ! It's OK.
So we sat on the 13th floor, drooled over the amazing view of the city, watched the skyline with no hills at all, gaped at the eagles that flew by, warmed up by the sunshine directly on us and we ate.

It was all worth it he says. I agree I say. He would have given up the search if not for me he says. I would have if not for him I say.

The address for you to go to: (though it was maajar fun to search for it)
Ebony Restaurant
13th floor, Barton Centre
Brigade Road.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Waking up sleeping fisH

Do fish sleep ??
Yes

Do fish sleep with their eyes open ??
Yes

Actually, they don't have eye lids, only a membrane. Or rather they have transparent, always-closed eye lids.
But they do sleep.

To wake up a sleeping human
Now we human beings can close our eyes but not our ears. So our ear can hear but our brain cuts it out when we sleep. So, it is possible that our neighbour can scream and the scream can reach the brain and shake up the senses and wake a person up. But any amount of visual impact in front of a sleeping person cannot wake him/her up as the eye lids are closed.

To wake up a sleeping fish
BUT, fish cannot close their eyes. So technically if we show some disturbing visual stuff to sleeping fish it must reach the brain and shake it up and wake up a fish, right ?

Waking up a mermaid
Now that's interesting. May be she has a pair of batting eyelashes with her eye lids, and also membranes. Lucky her. :)

The IITs and other ‘Indian Institutes’

This is an article that I had sent The Hindu. It never got printed :( . It was a long time ago and I felt that since it's been written it might as well be published, wherever :)


The sound of “IIT” rings a bell in the minds of most students in class 11 or 12, all most all across the country. The awareness level is fascinating considering we still have millions below poverty line who do not have basic education facilities. This is the effect of the brand name.
My article today is in reference to the article “IIT model ought to be replicated” by Prof Shreesh Chaudhary, in the Open Page (15th July). As the professor stated, we can have “a hundred IITs, teaching arts, business, humanities, sciences and engineering.” Actually we do have, not hundreds but a good number.
IIT, as we all know, stands for the Indian Institute of Technology. We also have a variety of other Institutes; equally known ones like the Indian Institute of Science and the Indian Institute of Management, and lesser known ones like the Indian Institute of Advanced Study, the Indian Institute of Architects and the Indian Institute of Banking and Finance (formerly known as the Indian Institute of Banking).

So what is it that makes the IITs different and more sought after?
The brand name assures certain credibility and so the companies and universities abroad seek IIT graduates. And everyone who wants to be an engineer wants to be in the IIT so that they have good opportunities, be it studies abroad or a fat paycheck. So youngsters all over India struggle to get in and the winners are the fittest. When these so called fittest of the lot enter the institute, even if they slack out a bit, they still do decently well, with the facilities that the institute provides. More or less all of them come out with flying colours and help uphold the brand name.
But what brought the brand name in the first place? It is not over one or two years, but over many years that IITs could establish themselves. The answer lies in the two pillars that Prof Shreesh Chaudhary mentioned. They have branded IITs and continue to make sure the saga lives on.
There is a third pillar which I see from a student’s perspective. It is the environment. The environment that is fostered in any IIT is freedom. A freedom of thought which enables you to think out of the box and a freedom of spirit with no restrictions imposed helps nurture the spirit of enquiry. Opportunities stare at you in the face; it is up to you to use them. Yes, there are cases of misuse, but there are always a few weeds everywhere. But overall, the “IIT model”, as the professor rightly put it, is successfully.

Why is it that the other “Indian Institutes” do not have this amount of credibility?
I think it’s because we, Indians, probably thought (and still think) that we are in need of only engineers and doctors. We apparently are under the impression that we do not need other professionals. Like in a house, electrical appliances are usually bought from branded companies who hire engineers to design them, where as, when a house is built, we do not call in branded architectural companies, we just call in the mason who built many houses that stood. Now, this mason probably has no idea of how many types of roofs exist, but he does know what it takes to build a house and keep it standing. Technically, that’s more than enough for us. So opportunities are less and obviously nobody would want to venture into these branches of education unless they are passionate. We do have a few global personalities; Nobel Laureates and Booker Prize winners. But the system is such that there is no urge for improvement, neither from the government nor from the public.

Replicating the “IIT model”
For India to replicate this “IIT model” it is not just these two pillars that Prof Shreesh Chaudhary mentioned. It is the third pillar of freedom that has to incorporated, not just in the “Indian Institutes”, but in the society at large. A society where a child is free to choose one’s own specialization after completion of schooling must be encouraged. The present scenario where a child is mentally prepared by the parents, right from class 5, to become an IITian, must change.
Ah! The word ‘change’, is very tricky. Yes, the society has changed in the past and will change in the future too. But will it change how we think is good for India’s progress? Who will change the society but those who make it, men and women like us. But then, another little word comes up, ‘how’. And the word remains.

Monday, December 03, 2007

When you think

You've respected them all your life. Suddenly the respect grows to infinite bounds
Life looks good and it makes you wanna think about one year from now.

Too many insecurities. Too many uncertainties. Too much of restlessness. You know they are too stud to be with you.
That's where the insecurity creeps in. There will be a day when you are on the stage and pushed by a lot of expectations from everyone around you. And you know as you stand on that stage you cannot perform. You knew it all along. But you still will go ahead with the performance. Or rather try.

The result. You don't even want to think about it.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

A moment to RemembeR

The waves are crashing against the rocks. The roar of the wind and water is deafening. She gazes at all and remembers. The sky is filled with fluffy clouds and she dreams those beautiful dreams.

Gently she remembers the lovely thoughts that bring a smile upon her face, the sky clears away and the sun shines in the bright blue sky.
Many sweet memories; a written article, a sudden encounter with a long lost friend, a birthday gift, the funny tales of trouble, those celebrity to be ideas, the birthday of her baby, a new place, the butterflies, a birthday with two cakes, the teasing times, the rain, the party, something new, all of them memories just bring a smile.

As the thoughts of the past flickered, a few too many sad times occurred. Yes, she had her share of tears too. The sky clouds with dark grey clouds. The sea is rough and the waves splash at her feet. Calm and serene still, she looks skywards. A droplet falls on her cheek from the heavens and yet another from her eyes.
She remembers the life of a woman she led and that the day is not over yet. She remembers the day she was shunned by the world. She remembers the lonely nights when she wanted to disappear and wish the sun never rose again. She remembers the day the glass cut deep into her heart and the day she questioned her own credibility. She remembers how she wanted to break free and how then she questioned her sanity.

Now, as she stands, the day passes to ttwilight. At twilight hour she wonders where she is headed and the age old question has its answer right there in the breeze and the splashing waters. The waters always have something to say to her. Today they say move on, but remember your past. Move on, but rememeber those moments when you cried and remember to smile again at them. Move on, but rememebr that which brought a smile on your face and remember never to forget that.

Night has fallen. Time to go home little girl.
Her little feet struggle to walk over the sand and she stumbles but walks on. One last look at the waters, she knows that's where her life began and she knows that's where it shall end.
So young and yet so many memories but they all fade away soon. She wants to remmeber them all. So she stores them safely. For herself and for me.



(A TOAST TO MY 100TH POST!)

Friday, November 23, 2007

HuH ! My 99th !!!

I like the number 99 :)

Well, I was thinking. Now that my 100th is coming I need to thank everyone for it. And then follow Nimit here with all his psuede puts of global tracking and stuff. I don't have so much to say. Well, I do thank everyone who has ever commented on my blog, sincerely and honestly. Like I already posted, without your comments my blog would have never made it to the 100th (or 99th or the filmfare award :P )

I also would like to thank everyone who has inspired me.

And a lot of blah blah blah. I really meant the blah stuff. but it sounds so blah when written :P .. too cliche I guess.

But I shall write a 100th post.
In a slightly different way.
How? I dunno yet.
But it shall be a post I'll never forget.
Let's see what comes up.

Comment Plz

Yes... please do comment after reading this post...
Why would I want you to do that ?
Because that's why we have a blog, to see comments... to feel good that people do read your non sense and actually have something to say about it.
You wait for comments, you ask for comments, you reply to comments and they the essential life behind the blog itself.

I have seen blogs that have posts and posts and no comments and finally it goes down and has no more posts.
A once upon time boring rather dull blog is revived once comments start pouring in.
It's the activity.

In real life too...
Would you be alone? or would you rather live when you know your existence matters to someone, even if its just in a small way ( positive or negative :P ) ?
You might retort immediately by saying I'd rather be alone.
Yes, I began a blog once thinking that no one should know it's me. Infact that's what my about me says.
Now when I read my about me it's LOL max.
Infact, I m 'crazygal' now, and no longer 'twilight fairy'.. It had sentimental attachments which make me feel sorry now that I no longer connect to the feelings and emotions.

[Oh btw, I fought with another Twilight Fairy who asked me to change my blogger name. Vague.]

Yes, I need attention now. And so does everyone else whether one agrees or not.


**********
Talktome: i envy u
Crazygal: why ?
Talktome: u got cmnts
no mater wat u write
i bet even if u put a blank blog
junta will cmnt
Crazygal: eh ?
sliiii
no way
Talktome: ur smiley got cmnts
Crazygal: oh yeah
my smiley got comments
ok lets try this out
i put a blank
n see what happens
lets see
Talktome: :)
i realised somethin
everybody loves cmnts
Talktome: yes ?
of course
thats why u blog
Talktome: no maatter how many he/she gets
Crazygal: not enuf
true

**********

And that's how my blog post "blank" came into being... Bad experiment though.. only 3 ppl bothered to comment... :( ... err.. may be i shud have waited sli bit more....

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

My First Header

Checked out my google reader today morn to find czar's new header.
And I wondered why I never had a header. So to test how the header looks I arbitly put a pic. It looked pathetic coz the header was a huge image in itself. I looked at my cell : 9.00. I decided to put 30 mins and see what I can come up with.
And this is what I have:



which you would have already seen incase you came upto my page unless of course you are on google reader too.
Now as usual this is gonna be my new craze and I ll keep changing it every week. But I have end sems (read as majors, or =externals, or wateva) starting tomorrow. So I shouldn't come up with anything until 30th Nov.
Lets see.

( and btw I changed my template yday night for all those google readers so please do drop by )

HERE'S TO MY FIRST HEADER !!!

(technically not since I had a stupid trial hader which you would have seen in case u visited my site between 8.45 and 9.45 today morn whic I believe is highly unlikely)

update:
newer header with a few changes

Monday, November 19, 2007

How lame can one get ??

Status msg :
Incase of utmost boredom and urge to get bugged and pained, ping me and hear me crib about the avalache of exmas that are ahead which I believe are trivial in your case.. Incase of just utmost boredom read this : http://slishacrazy.blogspot.com


YOU THINK IT'S LAME ?

Muahaha: thats a lame status message btw :)
Crazygal: thanks for the comment
Muahaha: you dont think so?
Crazygal: i jus put what i was thinking
Muahaha: thats ok
but dont u think its lame?
Crazygal: nope
Muahaha: :)
Crazygal: i m not as witty as you are am i ??
Muahaha: things can be non-witty and non-lame
like serious things
smart things
okay things
but your status message is just lame
:)
Crazygal: neither am i serious nor am i smart
i m jus a pained soul

Muahaha: not talking about you
lol
i am talking about your status message
Crazygal: more like myself aint it ??
Muahaha: it it had been i wouldnt have commented on it
:)
you are capable of better status messages
than this 'lame' one
Crazygal: how does it matter if i m good enough.. i jus cant come up with better stat msg
Muahaha: you have, in d past
Crazygal: live in the present
Muahaha: lol
Crazygal: past had beautiful things
it had fateful stuff too

Muahaha: present is lame?
Crazygal: yeah

MuaHAhahHahhaHa.............

A good guy and the bad guy
The devil and the angel
Inside your head

Movies eh ?
Watching too many movies ?
Inside your head

Open your mouth
Words don't get out
Inside your head

Eyes flicker
Between right and left (wrong?)
Inside your head

Huh! Gone mad
Agitated thoughts
Inside your head

Saturday, November 17, 2007

I haVe beTTEr thiNgs tO DO

How would you feel invaded by a giant smiley ?? Ironic isn't it ??


Friday, November 16, 2007

Sometimes jus Smile

Walking out of my hostel I pulled my jacket closer. It was freezing. Unbelievable that Chennai can be so cold. People were lingering outside hostel and there was a lot of lively chatter. I had come out for a hot cup of coffee. Walked into the food court and ordered for a cup. On second thought I made that two; one cup has never been enough.
Sitting down by myself, I looked around and noticed that there was no familiar face. Weird! I usually run into a lot of people. But then the lively chatter is always familiar. I have always loved the sound of people around me.
The food court was much warmer than the open air and the coffee was very hot. Soon enough I felt hot in my jacket, but didn’t take it off. Finished my coffee in utter quietness and walked out.
As soon as I went out into the open, the freezing air hit my face and it felt cold. The little sweat on my forehead felt colder. I stood there for a second, took off my jacket and let myself feel the chill. Looking around I found the area completely deserted. There was not a single soul in sight. The sounds of the food court could not be heard. There was complete silence. Nothing but the chill air spoke. It seemed like a scene from a movie, where everyone has evacuated and I m the only one left or landed up in the wrong place.
I kept walking, freezing, but I somehow loved it. I had always hated cold. But today it seemed different. It was like telling me something, to start, to begin. I felt like I was transported to a different world and that I could start afresh something new. I don’t know what it meant but it comforted me.
For the first time in my life, I was so cold to the bone and I was still smiling.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

LOCKED!!!

LOCKED LOCKED LOCKED !!!

I HATE LOCKED DOORS.. I WAS BREAK THEM ALL OPEN...

So they all say...

They said you can do it.
They said it doesn't matter
They said few years from now that is the last thing you'll think about
They said once you get it all the matters is that you are in
They said now one will question

But then I was questioned
They said it will last only for a month at max
They said it wouldn't matter after that
They said it's all worth it
They said it
They said it over and over again

And then what happened ?


My first interview
First question : What's your JEE rank ?
Second question : 1st attempt or 2nd attempt ?

Monday, November 12, 2007

The Man who Stared !!

It was the stare. The long and steady stare. The fearless challenging stare. It's just the stare. It defines him. I was looking at him. And looking at those he was staring at. They had to summon a lot of courage to talk simple words to him. They seemed to be scared of him. Seemed to look up to him in awe.
No, the stare was not cruel. Neither was it arrogant. It wasn't menacing. It was far from anything that's remotely scary. It was truthful.
Ah! But I was a little girl then. Little did I know that truth was what men feared most. That truthful stare of righteousness mirrors a man who can do no wrong, and who will accept with humility if he ever does. There they were men who have been always polite, who assume roles of kind duties. There they were, struggling to summon courage. No, they had not made a mistake. No, they did not cheat. No, they had nothing to fear. But still they did. They feared that stare.

I remember that day in detailed memory,of the man who stared.
Aand so it goes, that to this day when he stares that truthful righteous stare, men shall lose their tongue over and over again.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Missing

Its amazing how you can speak right to my heart

Miss that. Miss every little part of it. How much you loved your best friend and now you miss the telepathic conversations.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

THE trip

We had an industrial trip to Greaves Cotton (15mins from main gate) today. Nice place. Small but I liked it.

the eve:
My room was stuffed. Apart from the fact that the 8x10 ft room is small enough, I had sirisha in with her huge bean bag and roomie in on my football bag. I was on the bed, or rather one half of the bed. I love it when it's stuffed. Dunno when I crashed.

the day :
Next I know it was 8 15 when I woke up. I was startled. Shook sirisha up. We had to be at gurunath by 8 30. Sli... Landed there at 8 45. The bus started a little past 9. And we got lost ! :)

the trip:

Finally we reached. And we saw. And we learnt. And we got tired. And we came back. And I crashed and crashed.

The biggest thing I learnt today : I can't stay in the industry for two continous hours forget about working there and I call myself a 'mechanical engineer'-to-be.
Other stuff I learnt : saw parts on I C engines, saw the CNC machines, awesome coolants, blah blah blah. everything was just stud.

At the end of it, 'Nice Experience'!

Thursday, November 08, 2007

A BUNCH OF girls AND A BOX... AND A LOT MORE

Yes.
That's what happened at the Sharav Play. We were a bunch of girls. We had a box to talk about. But before that we had a set to put up, props to carry, lights to operate, sound effects.

props to carry : the bench was so heavy, if not for Jhopdi and his vols it would have been impossible.

set to put up : the backdrop dropped in the middle of the play. We, the cast, carried pots over.

lights to operate : err.. I was part of cast, but the only scene that needed lights was when I was offstage so I handled it. But the spot was so bad that I bulbed and finally it cupped

sound effects : we packed it

oh yeah ! acting : decently done

direction : good crack

script : hmmm... should have looked up somthing better

Over all comment. We pulled off decently, didn't put place, didn't expect it either. But the biggest issue is that support systems crashed.

Just to add. Sharav was leading (and fighting between fist and second positions) in the inter hostel lit-soc events. After yesterday's double win of drams and short film making, godav leads now.

Final mood : I am shit pained. Period.

MY butterfly

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

A bunch of Girls and a BOX



It's just a cardboard box ! A stupid cardboard box !
Then why should it not be moved, titled, opened or shaken ?
No, It's only a bloody box. Or is it ?
What's in it ??


Come and find out.
Sharavathi Hostel presents
An adaptation of "A Little Box of Oblivion"
5 pm , IC & SR
7th Oct 2007

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Craze for the Crane

When I was searching for some pics I ran into something and realised that I never blogged about a particular obsession I had and seems that I still do; even though it's not a new craze anymore.


This was my craze




I knew a friend who could make it. She said she would teach me but she backed out. But I really loved it. So I opened up the paper crane and I learnt it myself. Then it became a craze. I would make them, many of them. I would make more and more; they were never enough.

Then it was the size. I wanted to make it smaller and smaller. So small that it was just the size of my thumb..
Hey I found this pic. This guy must be a stud.




Oh yes ! Kept it to the last. The pic that got me thinking why I never blogged about it.



wonderful pics I say...
And I love searching for images....

updates:
my new craze : butterfly... chall blog about it soon enough


PS: the last two pics courtesy : timeo

You think you are GOOD ENOUGH eh ?

You knew you were never good at it.
Put a confident face and pulled it off. Made it through.
Then everytime you need to showcase it, you just pray it's decent enough. People never realised it. They looked at you like you were really good. You never tell them how nervous you were. And slowly as days pass by, you build up confidence, not in your work. No, never in your work, you are always nervous about your work. Your work deserves every ounce of your nervousness; it matters to you that it has to perfect. You build up confidence in the people around you. Even the best of the lot say you are good enough.

You may never be good at it. But you were good enough. The reason you were good enough was that you were passionate about it. Not it. Only the work. the work took up your time; every single detail, perfect.

And then one day, you realise you aren't good enough. You aren't considered good enough. Your work is considered good, but YOU aren't. Irony! Especially by the one who knows the tricks of the trade.

YOU are just not good enough.

Life is mean. You understand it that you are not good enough. You haven't yet swallowed the fact, let alone digest it. And there waits yet another assignment for you to do at what you supposedly were considered good at.

You delete your working software. You try to forget your knowledge. You want to forget you ever even knew the work. You try to delete all evidence.
But life forces you to move on.
You believe you can.
You install the software again.
You want to open it and finish your work.
You really want to.
You just can't get yourself to open it.
The mouse moves, hovers over the icon. But you just can't click it. Your fingers tremble. Your heart beats faster. And you can't click it.

You know you can never be good at it.
But now you know you aren't even considered to be.


You were passionate about it.
Now it becomes your deepest fear.

Click it! Click it!

I dunno if I can, ever again!

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

LM Solo

As I write this.. I dunno the results... I havent heard them all.. But felt like blogging about it... May be instead of blogging here, I should be there listening to them...

People come up and sing and you listen and feel at home... and then there are certain people who sing... who make ur stay worthwhile.. who make you feel good for having the sense of hearing.. who make you feel proud to be able to appreciate music... appreciate vocalist skills... and all in all to appreciate the fun of sitting in the audience :)


Yes.. I enoyed whatever little I heard in LM Solo this lit soc.. Makes me feel I am surrounded by talented people..

(even though it also gives me an inferiority complex... I used to think I cud sing... I still think I can, except its not worth listening to...)

Sunday, October 28, 2007

It raINed bRokEN GlASs

the sound of glass crashing... amazing... its the perfect sound for breaking... i felt like breaking glasses on and on... singing:

sitting here in a boring room
just another rainy sunday afternoon
i felt like i wanna break it all
break every damned glass piece in the hall
break them all
just break them all





I was frustrated because the damned thing wouldn't open up. I kept trying every few seconds, hoping that this time it would. Fearing my deepest fears, that I would be the cause of a funeral.

It could be. I could be.

I didn't know what to do. I put on full blast music, a song remixed by a DJ friend of mine - a mix of gasolina and we will rock you
I danced like I had gone mad.
Then went to the hostel gym for the drams practised.
No one arrived.
I couldn't calm down.
So I worked out.
I was dripping of sweat, when it was pouring dark and cold outside.

Yes I calmed down went back to my room and found out.
I was.

I vented out every emotion. Nothing left now. Calm and composed, I went back to my work.

Still singing:

sitting here in a boring room
just another rainy sunday afternoon
i felt like i wanna break it all
break every damned glass piece in the hall
break them all
just break them all

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

The travelling flicker of thought

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence.

[Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion]

Love - Devotion
Feeling - Emotion

Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence.

If you want, then start to laugh
If you must, then start to cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny.

Don't care what people say
Just follow your own way
Don't give up and use the chance
To return to innocence.

That's not the beginning of the end
That's the return to yourself
The return to innocence.

[Don't care what people say
Follow just your own way
Follow just your own way
Don't give up, don't give up
To return, to return to innocence.]

[If you want then laugh
If you must then cry
Be yourself don't hide
Just believe in destiny.]


This song in my ears.
The trees and the scenery next to me moving backwards.
Sitting solemnly against the window, gives a nice feeling.
I haven't written a story for over a year now. I don't write many. But love each one of them.
I felt like writing one then.
And the words filled in and the ink poured out.
It's beautiful.

Smiling in the Sky

Came back from class. Its sunny today. Been raining for a few days now. I was glad, missed the sun. One my way to my room, stopped by and picked up my dry clothes and walk in.
A window popped up on my screen.
"It's raining"
I look outside. The view from my window capitavated me. It's the sunshine through the rain. Like crystals in the air. Kept staring out.
Another window buzzed.
"I want my rainbow. Where's my rainbow"
I smiled. Really ? Why is there no rainbow today ? It was so bright and sunny. The colours would fill up the sky. But they didn't.
Ah! I felt like a rainbow there. I should launch myself into the sky :)

Friday, October 12, 2007

The Shaastra Hangover

Shaastra began..
It was the best I've ever known. Or is it just because I was involved enough to know it ?



The SOE's worked... we lost count of the hits on the site.. the site itself is down... the no of people pouring in.. at hostels n at shaatra.. all outta track...
It bigger than we thought. A brilliant success. I think we can call it that.

And about me.
I've worked with a team which is full of fun n laughter. 8 people out of which I barely knew 2 and the rest were strangers. And at the end of it, its just 9 people laughing our heads off and trying to get some work done in between. We had faced an auditor who totally blew expectations out of proportion (even though I m lucky enough not to get audited). We managed through it and hence we get to keep the certification. YIPEE! And through all the fun work did get done.


There is cutie for you [ jussu missing ]

And Shaastra is over.
So are those late work n fun nights at dean's office, those sleepy days in ICSR audi, those menlo park moments, those grub stall chatters and hunting for coupons, those walks around campus and arbit hours at minar, a coupla vague meetings in ccd, those high times when everyone is just sleepy but doesnt want to leave, those moments when you just hang around for the heck of it coz you know its a lonely room back in the hostel.
Now it's all over. I miss it but quizzes are here. It's a busy life to miss anything. You were there, now you are here and life goes on. But whenever I walk past ICSR and I see the (supposedly) 10ft Shaastra Logo, memories rush in.


To Shaastra 2007, the best time in a long time.

Friday, September 28, 2007

Betty

With time everything seems possible. Everything is tolerable. given enough time you get used to the grossest of stuff.

We hated it when we first saw. It was yucky. Eww!
We saw it again.
Thought so many times about how to send it out. But we cant. So we gave up.
Again and again we saw it.
We got used to it.
We see it now and then.
It comes into view, pops its head around and goes.
It comes and goes.
We see it.
It's yucky. But we see it.

Now it's called Betty.
It's the baby lizard in my neighbour's room

[ avoided pic.. its gross]

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Coffee in the Rain!

It was a hot afternoon. The sun was scorthing. I needed to get some work done so I began walking and reached my destination at 3. Work in progress.
I just happened to look up the sky. It was beautiful. The sun was shining to one side and the other opposite horizon marked a beautiful blue of clouds. Those that bring in the rain and shower upon us the blessings.
'I think it's gonna rain' I remarked.
'Yeah, it might. Do you need an umbrella?', he asked.
'Naah, I'll jus walk back to hostel in a jiffy. You might need it.'
'It's ok. Departmently only na'

Soon time was near and we had to leave to hostel/dept.
'Wait! We'll grab a coffee.'
'Make it quick'
I ran and got us a cup each and we were off.

No sooner had I handed him the cup it started raining. No, lemme rephrase that. It started pouring down. No, I think it was a hail storm. Yes! Little pieces of ice they were, dropping to the ground with force and melting away in fractions of a second. It was accompanied by wind whoosing everywhere. We had to cover our coffee and sip it.
The heat kept us warm and we walked as fast as we could against the wind. When I finished my cup and needn't worry about my coffee anymore I realised how drenched I was and I began to laugh. I couldn't remember the last time I got so drenched in rain.
When I was alone on my way to hostel, I looked around and found no one. I sang and danced my way back. At one point I had to hold on to something till the wind rested a little, at the fear off being blown off! It was so freaking cold. So much fun. Finally, I went back to hostel to my core and stood outside her door totally dripping. And she was totally tripping. I just couldn't stop laughing at myself.

Yeah! Dancing in the rain is fun!
Wait a min, sipping coffee in the rain is fun too!!!

Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Blog for all it's worth

Weird feeling!
I have neither blogged nor commented on other blogs for a very long time. I have technically disappeared off the face of the blogging community. So today I was checking out stuff on my Google Reader and I realised how much I missed it. So I decided to blog again.

But on what? I feel so disconnected I don't even have anything to blog about. So here's just a blog for the sake of blogging. A blog for all it's worth.

Yes, a crazy life I do lead. Craving for time all the time and then ultimately when I want to blog I don't find anything to say. What am I doing ? Am I wasting my time on worthless things that I can't even blog about ?
Take a stand and look around. Achievements I haven't gotten any to speak of. Time I haven't gotten any to spend with people I want to. Love I can't those who love me. Hate I could never do. Run that is all I do. I run. Away. Away from everything that means to me. How do I do that? Simply by doing something else. Avoiding. Doing something else that doesn't matter to me.

I avoid doing what really means to me. And I end up doing things that don't really matter to me. No wonder there is nothing worth blogging in my life.
Hopefully, all the things I do really mean something to someone else and I make my impact. At least the existence will be satisfied.



[ playing in the back of my head is Dido's 'thank you' (except without the only happy part like thank you) ]


The blog has lost it's meaning though.

Is it time to light it's funeral pyre ??

Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Use IE You Dope !!!

Yeah.. This is the message that you get when you try to access mozilla firefox in the comps at the office of Taramani Guest House.

A message pops up with the title of the post as the title and the content is "I dont hate firefox but i like ie"

I hope all those who keep exclaiming "You still use IE!" read this. :)

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Creatures

I've jus been bit by an albino mosquito. What does that mean ?
I hate hate hate that really huge spider like those in scary movies that i struggled to send out of my room yesterday.

There are three kittens in sharav.
2 black with brown streaks and one which is greyish white that i call misty.
Misty is hostile. Dunno why. Don care also. mean kitty.



but i love the really cute blackish one that comes to me and most times is fascinated by my skirt.



And the other blackish one is jus indifferent to us. Dont like it much either. We think it has a prob with its eye.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Continental Connection

I found this funny...

It just sounded funny...

It reminded me of yesterday when I was watching Chak de India.. and there's this scene where the mizoram n manipuri girls are treated as guests at the registration and she asks how anyone would feel being treated a guest in your homeland....

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

New Love




The cutest thing that ever happened to me...

Thursday, August 16, 2007

Underground

Minutes are missing... you look at the clock once... then you look again... minutes are skipping... there is no change is position or situation... except for the sun though.. before you know it's hours... knocking in and out of consciousness... hours are skipping...

But then you suddenly wake up and realise two days are over... gone... gone forever... and in terms of blog days... I've lost count...

Huh...! I'm back... if not for good... I'm still back...!!!

Play Me

Somebody play me
And I'll take a back seat and watch the show.

Friday, August 10, 2007

The C factor

Cons

• Coffee is a central nervous system stimulator that gives the adrenals a kick and causes production of the stress handling hormone adrenalin and the production of more cortisol resulting in short term benefits of heightened awareness / alertness and more energy, but long term may result in a crash after each consumption to lower levels of energy than previously thereby necessitating another cup and another cup, etc. Thus, it may be addictive and ultimately may result in adrenal exhaustion.
• Even though coffee has never been conclusively linked to cancer, it does contain acknowledged carcinogens such as caffeine and other chemicals produced by the high heat of roasting such as creosote, pymdine, tars, and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons.
• Caffeine interferes with adenosine, a brain chemical that normally has a calming effect.
• Cortisol levels are raised which in turn results in constriction of the blood vessels, harder pumping of the heart and higher blood pressure. (Constriction of blood vessels is also a benefit, see the next section.)
• The liver in fetuses and newborns cannot metabolize caffeine, so it remains in the body for up to four days stimulating the nervous system resulting in irritability and sleeplessness.
• Coffee has been associated with low birth weight, birth defects, miscarriages, premature birth, inability to conceive, and sluggish sperm.
• Many of the chemicals in coffee and decaf irritate the stomach lining causing an increase of stomach acid leading to digestive disorders.
• Coffee, including decaf, has high amounts of vitamin K, which affects coagulability of the blood – bad for people at risk of heart attack, stroke and blood clots.
Decreases quality of sleep.
• Caffeine may cause problems with blood sugar control after meals for type 2 diabetics.
• Coffee excites more rapid peristaltic movements of the intestines resulting in shorted transit times and less absorption of nutrients.
• Coffee hampers the absorption of essential minerals and vitamins such as magnesium, zinc, iron, potassium, and B’s.
• Coffee contributes to caries in the teeth.
• Coffee stimulates more frequent urination and subsequent loss of various vitamins and minerals such as B, C, calcium, iron and zinc.
• Caffeine may aggravate osteoporosis by leaching calcium from the bones.
• Caffeine may increase intraocular pressure in persons with glaucoma.
• Coffee may interfere with proper levels of homocysteine and cholesterol by inhibiting vitamins folate, B12 or B6.
Coffee is one of most heavily pesticide sprayed crops.
• Caffeine aggravates stress in people who drink it every day.

courtesy: COFFEE: TO DRINK OR NOT TO DRINK


So why do I still drink coffee ??
I LOVE IT...!!!

The same site also mentions a lot of medical pros. Then why did i mention only the cons ?? Today is the first day in my life that I've felt an ill effect of coffee. Dehydration. My own advice: Drink loads of water when you drink coffee.
Of course my dehydration could be because of the fact that I hardly drink a glass of water a day which is bad (irrespective of the 7 or 8 cups of coffee I have).

PS: every poison is a medicine and every medicine is a poison

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

The Play under the Umbrella

Cast:
THE ME
A stud, with attitude and an image built over the years.
A pseude puts blogger, with a pseuder blog.
Ever ready to offer kids chocolates, and gals cofee.

THE DEVIL
A devil in disguise, with a weird blog.
Known to bang a lot.

THE CRAZYGAL
Ah! Well! The best among the lot I must say, witha blog that rocks.
I'll run outta adjectives describing this creature, a true case of intelligence incarnated in beauty.
Hehehe, sliiii too much wonly...

THE IMP
A close friend and classmate of the Devil.

THE CRASHER
A close friend and classmate of the Crazygal

***

Prologue


The Me writes blogs a lot and replies to all his comments. Happy and peaceful.
Enter Devil
The Devil introduces herself to the Me through comments and they add each other on gtalk. And through many conversations, the Me concludes that the Devil is a 11th class student in Chennai. The Devil gives in more data about the school and her life and our the Me here invites her to visit the beautiful campus of IIT Madras.
Enter Crazygal
The Crazygal has been friends with the Me over work and blogs. And so is she friends with the Devil, again over work and blogs.

Enter present story
The first day of college and classes got cancelled. The Crazygal and the Crasher were bored when they run into the Devil and the Imp. So the Crazygal asks the Devil about the few mutual friends they have and conversation turns to the Me. All are excited and decide its the right opportunity to meet the Me. He should be excited to meet the Devil too, he's never met her. So they all leave for Gurunath and Crazygal calls the Me over too.

***

The Play

curtains up

(Set at Gurunath. All five, the Me,the Devil, the Imp, the Crazygal, the Crasher, are sitting under a nescafe umbrella. Some sipping coffe. Some gen sitting.)

Me : It's a monday right. You don have school today?
Devil : Naah.. they declared holiday.
Me : Why ?
Devil : I dunno... some bank thingy I guess. So i came over and msged Crazygal here.
Me : you said u have a cousin in IIT, crazygal ?
Devil : no no... someone else...
Crazygal : I know her through blogs yaar.. she comments.. i comment...
Me : Cool.. it's a nice surprise...
Devil : yeah :)

.... Well... it goes on for a while through which the Crasher here feels crashy and keeps stiffening a laugh or two once in a while.....
.... the Devil has managed to extract a dairy milk out of the Me.....
.... the Crazygal keeps nudging the Me about another girl (junior at IITM) whom she put fundaes in photoshop and how that girl needs more fundaes and need the Me's help....
.... the Crasher is crashy....
.... the Imp is giggly....
.... the Me is happy at his guesses about the Devil's background....
.... the Devil has a smile....
.... the Crazygal has her smile too....


Crazygal : Put fundaes to that girl naa... I dunno wat she asked.. some vague stuff in pshop... you shud know...
Me : Sure sure... tell her 500rs per hour...
Crazygal : Cmon.. she reads your blog...
Me : Ok make that 400...
Crazygal : hey.. wat if she even comments...
Devil : keep asking.. he'll slowly reduce...
Me : wait a min... she comments ?? who is she..??
Crazygal (with a grin) : She comments a lot...
Me : eh ?? who da ??

(Now Me looks are sheepish and confused)

Me to Devil : Are you that gal ??
Devil (with a grin) : but I'm in 11th remember ??
Crazygal (laughing) : Cmon
Me (totaly confused) : What ??

Me looks at Crazygal and Devil...

Me to Devil : Is she that girl (pointing to Devil) ??!!

The Crazygal nods and bursts into laughter.
And so do the Devil, the Imp and the Crasher.

The Me is just stunned! Me is speechless! Me is shaking his head!

The Devil is delighted to make a fool of the Me.
The Crasher is glad she didnt laugh out aloud int he middle.
The Imp cant belive we pulled off an act for an entire one hour.
The Crazygal is just having fun, directing the play.


curtains down

***
PS: the script was made on the way to Gurunath from Sharav. The climax was discussed over smses between Devil and Crazygal

Monday, July 30, 2007

There's a Song I m Listening...

no name for the game i guess.. the title is jus some vague song i like

Ah.. Another tag... This time the fairy's been tagged by Sahithi Ramam

And here goes:

1. which song is being played in ur mind rite NOW!
"Sweet Child of Mine" - GNR
no clue why... been singing it all day...

2. one song that describes ur life.... (no self made compositions please!)
Pink - "MISSUNDAZTOOD"
Christina Aguilera - "Beautiful"
Colin Hay - "Overkill"
Matchbox20 - "Unwell"
Ateens (ABBA)- "Mamma mia"
Evanescence - "My Immortal"
JLo - "Jenny from the block"
Meredith Brooks - "Bitch"
Geri Haliwell - "It's Raining Men"
Dido - "Sand In My Shoes"
Limpbizkit - "Behind Blue Eyes" (except its hazel instead of blue)
Marlyn Manson - "Beautiful People"
Marlyn Manson - "Sweet Dreams"

Huh.. I better stop here... Anyway there are million others and if you piece all of them togther you'll get an idea about my life...

3. the song u listen to most on ur i-pod/ MP3/ cell/ PC/ etc
Millions again.. I like a song n it goes on n on for a hundered times till i can sing it well enuf not to need my iPod... n then i switch to a new song..

4. a song that describes best the foll stages in ur life:
eh ? refer to 2

5. your all time favorite song, nd the reason for it... mebbe some memory/ some funny story/etc!!!
"arere arere" from dil tho pagal hain
no clue why.. i sing it when i m happy.. i never even knew i knew the song...

6. a song u wish u hadn't heard!!! (more than one is always a pleasure!!!)
I forget what i dont like... but picking up from sahithi.. all nasal numbers of Himesh Reshammiya..

7. a song that would best describe..... me
(hey, i took pains to tag u, i guess i deserve this ;-) )
"so gaye hai...kho gaye hai..." - Zubeida
not really.. Im jus tryin to be nice to you :P

8. (i jus cudn't miss this!!!) If, u were in an elevator with Himesh Reshammiya and Altaf Raja, you would..........
(plz plz plz..... something funny!!!)

Funny!! you want funny!! I m stuck in an ELEVATOR... forget about Himesh and Altaf.. I'd scream n panic. They'll prolly think I m a maniac n wont try to even breath next to me.

Ah.. I m done...
no.. wait.. tagging...
hmmm everyone on the list...
Amrit, czar, leela
Aniket, Ashutosh, Nimit, Aditya, charizma, candyman, hseeniv

The 30th of July - 7.30 in the morn

Today is the 30th of July irrespective of what my blog says. And I'm back and I have my first class in less than an hour away. I still have enough time to blog and grab a bit before my class.
Anyway my hols (that 1 week) were decently okay. Sadly, I didn't meet my friends due to the lack of time. I spoke to few. Wish I could stay longer but then I wanted to come back hours after I landed there. My body has adjusting-to-weather problems, everywhere.

And just before I left for hols I thought I would drop in an article for the Vizag edition of EducationPlus, and The Hindu was nice enough to print it. Here's the article. But if you read my blog often enough to read this post you wouldn't find the article interesting.

I can't find a title for this post so I'm jus gonna put the date :)

Please wish me luck. I'll need loads of it this sem :(

Friday, July 20, 2007

A month and 3 weeks in IIT

Just before vacation began, all my classmates started looking for interns and projects. I tried a bit too. But I was too exhausted from the sem so I pushed to Banglore. Soon I was bored and my friends were having all the fun here so I landed here and searched for a project...

Lemme blog on the lines of vatsap on my one month and 3 weeks.

I landed here and got a project.
And after a long discussion with Amit I put up my own pic on orkut. I had the excitement of a little kid when I celebrated my blog's 1st birthday. Then I moved into my new room and pained everyone about how much I love it. I joined the CFI team and did no work for a while. I was too bored with life. And then the CFI work began and I got to attend a meeting in the Diro's Board room. Then I celebrated the 50th post on my blog on a less lighter tone. I had watched this wonderful movie and learnt to watch movies alone. I finally named my room and then went about redefining my comp. My campus looked different to me, or may be I changed within. I added a new look for my blog as well. And not to leave out my mail.

Of course this one week has been pretty eventful (or like people say, memeory is short and this one week is all I remember)
On Monday came the Singapore delegation. Tuesday, I ended my CFI wokr with a ppt to the Dean. Wednesday, I m done with bank and blah and cut a cake :). On thursday, celebrated my birthday in surprises. On Friday, I had been to the American Embassy. And here I am blogging about everything with my train 8 hrs away.

Going home finally for the first time this vacation. Homeland beckons. I cant wait to see the shore of Vizag again, and meet my school friends, esp one who got married anf I missed the wedding.
but at the same time, I dont feel like locking up my room, I jsu don't feel like leaving and I m already dreaming of the 29th, when I shall be back and so will all my batchmates.
No more blogging.. till I m back....

Oh... I m not bad either, did quite a lot...

VCon with Williams

Amrutash: bday gift for you
me: eh ?
Amrutash: go meet suneeta williams
me: the Suneeta WIlliams ??
Amrutash: !
me: what ??
Amrutash: yeah

It was a DVC with Sunita Williams who was in Houston. And interacted with major cities in India arranged for in the American Embassy.
I was excited when Amrutash first told me about it. But then, it turned out to be a bit silly for us.
Considering we were surrounded by school kids.
Considering the vcon kept cupping (connected with 256kbps)
Considering ppl asked here some vague stuff like if the universe was really full of the sounds of "Om"
Considering there was a quiz at the end of the vcon

But it was nice
Considering I got to see the American Embassy
Considering I had 3 free packed juices
Considering I checked out the funny loo in the Embassy
Considering they did ask things I dint know of like how the spine elongates in zero gravity when your body weight doesnt rest on it.


All in all, it was a nice evening, to and fro in CB's car and spent some light moments in the Embassy. I couldn't have been doing anything better anyway.

I am 20

YEAY ! CLAP CLAP CLAP !

It was yesterday, that I turned 20 and I am no longer a teen, not that it matters in anyway to me. I've already refused a million times to grow up. :)

The EVE
With Dolfy(one of my closest pals in sharav) leaving on the 17th, all my friends in my batch had left. So I was expecting a lonely 18th.
I had some shifting to do and by 11.30 in the night I was so tired that I dozed away. Deep in sleep some bells were ringing, like metal hitting on metal. I woke up with a start. It was my cell phone buzzing with the vibrator n the tin can ringtone.
DAD!
He was the first to call and asked me what plans. I said I'll stay awake another half hour to answer phone calls and then sleep.
Next phone call, Haripriya(from my school fictitious sorority sisterhood) and a call waiting from Amrutash(who sometimes mentors me and is responsible for the CFI label in my Gmail, 5th yr Mech-IM)and Mom.
Then, Amrutash called up and asked me to come to CCD(the coffee day inside campus and close to my hostel, closer than what my pocket likes). [Mom call waiting still].
Finally, my MOM got to call me. [:)]

The CAKE
So I reached CCD, Amrutash, Amit(ASES guy I mentioned here, 5th yr Mech-IM) and Karunasri(5th yr Mech-IM) were present with what not but a CAKE! I was stunned. It was a cake. These were all close friends but all were seniors. And I was under the impression that only your batch mates would get you cake.
I remember my 9th birthday which had a cake, my 10th didn't and I never again had a party till my 18th. My 18th didn't have a cake either and my 19th I spent on my bed down with chikun gunya. So here's a cake, after 10 long years!!!
And Mayank soon joined us. Like I mentioned previously, I share my birthday with his.

The DAY
My day was filled with phone calls wishing me and work, leaving on the 21st, so I have some unfinished business to take care of, especially my project work. I thought I could meet my prof and finish to a level. But I dozed off with my book.
I had a date with the Gods and went to the temple. And now it was dinner time. We all, from last night at CCD, pushed to a multi-cuisine restaurant near the beach called Giorgio (or something like that).
We were joined by a pass out this year, Suri, who should bring with him, what else but a CAKE! OK, now it was unbelievable. This was even personalised with our names on it!
Two cakes in one day after 10 damned years! Man, am I lucky!
After some decently good food and laughter over white sauce(as Amit calls it), we went to the beach to wade in the waters for a while, then picked up juices at Fruit Shop and back to insti.

I am 20
Finally, I am. So did I grow up? Well, my birthday was celebrated with five 22 yr olds. There are two ways to take it; either that I m grown up enough to be 22, or that I am a kid with all of them around.

Hmmm... Naaah.. I won't grow up... I WONT I WONT I WONT

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Bingo!

Well, BINGO stands for Business Incubation of Global Organisation. from the National University of Singapore.
They have these international trips and they had come to IIT Madras on the 16th of July to interact with the C-Tides and ASES-India, e-cell of IIT-M.

And so they came. In brief:
We socialised and got to know each other's names over lunch. Then we moved on to a conference hall where we had an interactive talk by Asst Prof Ashwin Mahalingam. The NUS delegation went on to give presentation abt BINGO, NUS and Singapore in general, followed by Amit's presentation from our side. A little tea break and then we went around the campus for a tour.

Social and friendly, they got me talking and we got along well. And before I knew it, it was time to leave. Too short a while to make life long friendship. But the visit was long enough to learn a little more about the world, experience a little more life.

People I met:
A variety and unity. There were different people from different backgrounds. With all their profiles up on their blog, I'm waiting to read about their take on India. To mention a few:
*A Singaporean with Chinese origins, Yeow Hwee (who had this huge camera, must be a real good photographer);
*An Indonesian with Chinese origins, Isenlim (who also blogs, and is going to Leeds for some project on green construction, I think, Isenlim correct me if I'm wrong);
*A German, Juri Michael (who finished his program in NUS but still joined to visit India);
*A complete Singaporean, Kai Juan (who wanted to know if i wud come to NUS, and wanted my interview and I feel bad about not giving it, Kai, I'm sorry, but time passes away quickly with you [:)] ).
And no dearth of Indians here either.
There were Singaporeans with Indian Origins like
*Ganga (who wanted to take artistic shots, and settled with getting them from Yeow Hwee [:)] )
*and Chitra (who totally sympathised with me about the life of an IITian girl [:P] ).
There were Indians who went to Singapore for their graduation like
*Anoj (who is scared to death by a girl's proximity just as his profile describes him, no offense [:)] ),
*Dipti (from Mumbai whom I kept confusing with Ganga, I'm so sorry I met too many people for one day)
*and Saurav (from Delhi to whom I introduced myself twice and to my embarrassment been remind by him the second time [:|] ).
There were students from all fields and people who just passed out and started their own companies. And many more.

A couple of things they learnt:
The ratio of girls to boys in IIT.
The conservative society of India.
And a lot about entrepreneurship which prof talked about.
Aaand that Amit bluffs, and he bluffs well.

A couple of things I learnt:
They have 50% girls in many of their courses.
Guys and girls stay on alternative levels in the same hostel.
And that everyone spoke a lot about entrepreneurship which I could have learnt.
Aaand that Amit is silly enough to bluff his guests.

The statement worth blogging I heard in all day :
"IITian girls are more friendly than the IITian guys" - coming from the girls

As they left:
I received an NUS collar pin from Teh Tian Yan as an advanced (or belated as Isenlim says) birthday gift, and a birthday song from them all.
Then all asked Anoj to give his to Bala (from the ASES team) but like I mentioned earlier he broke into a sweat; Ganga to the rescue and Bala had her collar pin on :) .

Well, I'll keep checking their gallery and my Inbox for the pics from their tour (esp Yeow Hwee's). And feed the updates.

Btw, Mayank (from the ASES team) shares his birthday with mine. But then, I m a girl :), and more importantly, I m a KID!


PS: If anyone from the NUS BINGO team is reading, I only mentioned those names whose visiting cards I had. I didn't want to take the risk of misspelling your names.

Out of the Inbox

It's been months now since i cleaned up my desktop and rid it of all its icons. So I thought it's time to clean up my Inbox, rather I had nothing better to do. I would also have something to blog about :)

I started. Even though I had many filters and labels, I had a thousand odd mails in my Inbox. And I began, creating labels, tagging mails, archiving them. A short process. And shorter than I thought. Within 2 hours I achieved this:





Labels figures

Labels earlier today : 10
Labels deleted today : 02
Labels created today : 09
Labels (all) : 17


So into the Labels and out of the Inbox

Yeay! clap clap clap!

Sunday, July 15, 2007

"I am 19"

Yeah, I'm still 19. I will be 20 in a few days.
I found this file on my comp today named "I am 19". I opened it to read and realised it was a blog post that I apparently wanted to publish. I couldn't recollect if I did post it. I searched my blog to find out it went unread.
I thought it should be read, especially since I was talking about growing up and I sounded like a kid. Come to think of it, prolly on the 2nd bde of my blog I might just think it's too silly and kill it !!!
No I wont... I wont I wont I wont.. ( effect = tantrum )

So here's the blog post that never was:

Details:
Last modified on: Tuesday, August 15, 2006, 2:30:41 PM

I am 19….

Hmmm… I jus made a statement today… that I am grown up… “I am 19… almost done with my teenage…”

It made me wonder.. did I really grow up…?? I am still a kid… I dunno how to take care of myself… I dunno wat to eat n wat not… wen to sleep… wen to wake up… I dunno so much… n I call myself grown up…?? Nope… definitely not….

But then… may be I am grown up… a vision of myself wen I entered IIT passes thru my mind… the na├»ve little girl I was… yeah… a lot of things changed for me as I turned 18… and I learnt so much now that I am 19… I remember me having a b’day blast last year wen I turned 18… never had a party for 10 yrs… it was celebration of a lifetime… all those who mattered to me were there… and then I left for the prestigious IIT…
Well… I grew up… atleast considering the little girl who stepped into this campus a year ago… IIT has taught me so much… it may sound funny… but it taught me to take care of myself and little things like this… things I depended on my mom for… mundane things… things I took for granted… I aint talking abt those decisions and managing things n all… that n all my school’s taught me enough… but things so small which I took too much for granted have crushed down upon me here….

Yeah… one year in IIT has changed… for the better or the worse… I think I grew up… atleast to make a statement…. :)



NOTE : I haven't changed a single word now.

Friday, July 13, 2007

The Butterfly effect stays ON....

I woke this morning at a fairly reasonable time and ran a bath and off to breakfast. It had rained last night and the grass was damp. The sun was streaming in through the clouded sky little by little. I was alone and I hate being alone. So I hurried to eat and when I was on my way back I looked out at the garden from the entrance of mess and I remembered a few words.
"IITM sure sounds so very photogenic the way you describe it" - Aditya (from the comments section of when I last described my campus.)

And I thought to myself. I looked around and started walking along the path with the garden on my either side. Drangonflies kept whizzing some 3 feet over my head. Butterflies flew all around me. And all kinds of butterflies. Colours were splashed all around. The grass was a bright green washed by the night's rain. Drops of water reflecting the sunshine off.
Yes! My campus is beautiful. Abundant with life and grace.
But I have to run along, project to work, mails to be replied to, and lots of reading work. Like a friend rightly reminded me yesterday...
"What is this life full of care
We have no time to stand and stare"

Take some time. Stand and stare. Look around. There are butterflies flickering next to you. Blackbucks grazing lazily. The fawns jumping over one another.
Yes ofcourse, there are frogs and snakes and centipedes and scorpions and those yucky worms I can't name and oh how could I forget monkeys.

But it's a package deal I guess!

Thursday, July 12, 2007

My Visual DNA !!!

This is somthting i found recently... your VisualDNA

The widget is really cool... but somehow like so many other things, it fails for me on my blog... I'm trying.. Lets see if it works out soon...

Here is my page

update : IT'S WORKING !!! right on top :)

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The Butterfly Effect

When I came to my senses this morning, I was flat on my bed, face down. For a second I didn't know where I was or what I was doing. My comp was on and playing music. I remember some vague pictures of "Hustle". I got up, shook my head and checked the time. It was 6 30 in the morn. I had crashed last night at 8 30. With my lenses on I had just flopped on my bed.
I had work piled up, that which I wanted to finish at 11 in the night and I had crashed right through, for 10 damn hours ! So I rushed had a bath and was out for breakfast.

The second my foot fell next to the grass outside my hostel, the sprinklers came to life. A spray of water hit my foot and I turned to watch a beautiful image. A dozen sprinklers all over the grass on either side of my path. And the rainbows danced above the on the tips of the sprays with my step. A million dragon flies buzzed over my head.
SPECTACULAR !!!

I danced away in and out and back and forth through the day and at about 1 30 in the afternoon I was outside lib discussing some vague topic with a friend I ran into.
And through out my talk I subconsciously kept looking at the leaves stuck to the ground near a patch of flowers in the middle of the library garden. There were a few butterflies here and there. I kept talking and I kept staring.
Suddenly a butterfly whizzed past my eyes and flickered over my head and flew away. My eyes followed it. It flew high and low and roamed about. Finally it reached this little patch, settled down on the ground and turned into leaf ! Wow ! It suddenly clicked me (and I was no longer listening to my friend) and ran, off towards the patch (to my friend's surprise). My running disturbed the 'leaves' and they all turned into butterflies. For a few seconds I was surrounded by tens of butterflies.
SPECTACULAR !!!

Friday, July 06, 2007

Mission : Makeover

That was the title of a stupid romance novel (I think n MnB) I read many years ago... anyway the funda is change.. a new start... well.. as usual even my comp have a new face...





Cheers to my new skin...!

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Della Princess


(view from my window)



Finally... I decided to name my cottage...

Princess's Cottage / Cottage of Princess
(Italian) >> cottage della principessa
(can do without the word 'cottage') >> della principessa
(publicising 'life is beautiful' ??) >> della princess

So... "Della Princess"
Should just make that Princess Drilla ?? (few ppl kno wat i m talkin abt)

Hmmm... I'm just gonna stick Della Princess outside my door.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Goodbye Cruel World...

[Goodbye Cruel World]
Goodbye, cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye
- a excerpt from Korn's version of "Another Brick In The Wall"

It's over now, I'm cold, alone
I'm just a person on my own
Nothing means a thing to me
Oh, nothing means a thing to me

It's not a habit, it's cool
I feel alive
If you don't have it your on
the other side
I'm not an addict (maybe that's a lie)
- a excerpt from K's Choice "Not an Addict"

All day staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my wall
All night hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep
Because tomorrow might be good for something
- a excerpt from Matchbox20 "Unwell"


These songs and many more... They may have weird lyrics... But somehow connect...
These songs and many more... Take you to a different level and leave you floating there... (prolly that's what is the meaning of the phrase 'on a high'.. but again I dunno.. I've never been high)...
These songs and many more... Are just perfect and seem written for you on a cold lonely night...
These songs and many more... Seem like the only consolation for a lonely soul when the whole world turns its back on you...
These songs and many more... Also are just songs that you need running in your head continuously for you to exist...
These songs and many more... Are songs with music lyrics and passion.. just like other songs... just songs...
These songs and many more... and many many more...

Monday, July 02, 2007

Water

Out of the few movies I usually see, I watched this really beautiful movie.
Water

Its fascinating. The story. The screenplay. The direction. The movie as a whole.
Its gripping, right from the start. Realistic and every scene in the movie is so apt.

There are a few mistakes in the IMDB site...
But basically the movie is about a little girl Churyia (played by Sarala) who becomes a widow without even understanding she is married and is sent to an ashram for widows in Benaras.

Deepta Mehta's direction coupled with Rehman's music makes the movie worth watching...

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Celebrate the 50th... and Wear Sunscreen

Yeah... most people must have known about it.. that "Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen)"...
Yet I found it recently... in fact a few minutes ago.. and I want to put down every word of it...

How else can I celebrate best my 50th post on this blog...
Yes, its a celebration...! Cos life itself is a celebration...
Life - it just happens to happen...!!!
Here goes:

Baz Luhrmann - Everybody's Free (To Wear Sunscreen)

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’97
Wear Sunscreen

If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
sunscreen would be it.
The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience
I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth, oh nevermind,
you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded.
But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself
and recall in a way you can’t grasp now, how much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really looked,
you are not as fat as you imagine.

Don’t worry about the future, or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum.
The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing everyday that scares you

Sing

Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts,
don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss

Don’t waste your time on jealousy, sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind,
the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.

Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults,
if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch

Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life,
the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22
what they wanted to do with their lives,
some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.

Get plenty of calcium.

Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t,
Maybe you’ll divorce at 40,
Maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary
What ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either
Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body, use it every way you can, don’t be afraid of it,
or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.

Brother and sister together we’ll make it through
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you’ve been hurtin, but I’ve been waitin’ to be there for you
And I’ll be there just helping you out whenever I can

Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings, they are the best link to your past
and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few you should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get,
the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard,
Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander,
you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young
prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund,
Maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it.
Advice is a form of nostalgia,
dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off,
painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen

Brother and sister together we’ll make it through
Someday a spirit will take you and guide you there
I know you’ve been hurtin, but I’ve been waitin’ to be there for you
And I’ll be there just helping you out whenever I can
Everybody’s free oh yeah
Everybody’s free oh yeah


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The 8RF Game...

Some crazy game that came along... I've been tagged by vatsap?

Here are the rules:

1.Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2.Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3.Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.


Eight Random Facts about myself:

1. There's music around me; on my comp or my iPod or my lips or atleast inside my head. Mom says I sometimes sing in my sleep.
2. I eat little and except coffee chocolate and ice cream nothing else means much to me. But i love to cook simple food, esp for my dad.
3. After a terrible struggle for 1st rank in class 6, I din feel very great abt it, so I never topped my class again.
4. When I was a kid I wanted to become a space scientist, so i collected info n paper clips n stuff about astronomy n blah, and wanted to be the first Indian woman to go outta earth. And when Kalpana Chawla did it, i was so pissed off that i tore up all my collection.
5. I was a computer geek till my 10th, and I knew c cobol java html sql oracle n a lotta other stuff, which i conveniently forgot thanks to JEE coaching.
6. I used to design clothes and sketch them in mspaint with my mouse.
7. When i was a kid, I was extremely shy and I used to talk about 1/100th of how much I talk today. I am still very shy, but atleast I've gotten used to it so it doesn't show.
8. I am shit scared of elevators with automatic metal doors. I get clastrophobic and keep expecting the lift to get stuck and me to suffocate and die.



Hmmm... 8 ppl to tag now...
Leela hseeniv Ashutosh Aditya Puppet Mummae Shatto Lays

Well.. it was diff to find 8 ppl :)

Okie... continue the game now....

So far : hseeniv Leela Mummae Ashutosh Shatto Aditya

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

the Niche...

"Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be"

So true... Fully content...


I just installed style xp and got some weird theme on my Internet explorer (yes, I still use ie).
I have taken to iGoogle with a beach theme (which changes along with my mood swings rather than the time of the day as Google stated).
I have a rocket dock hanging over the top of my screen whenever my mouse commands
I have the desktop clean n my wallpaper in full view (which tends to change at least twice a day).
I have a photographic view of the leaves wet in the rain against the beautiful blue sky captured by my window (the real one) which is adorned by a curtain, frilled up with my lovely bracelet.
I finally got a usable table (previously crammed up with the comp), with a clock piece, an Autodesk coffee-mug-turned-pen stand and an Archie's piece, and a monitor to one corner.
I have nickelback playing in the background (followed by a long list)
I have no classes to attend, but loads of work that i love to do.

I am in my cottage (coz of the view from the window)... the Twilight Fairy's garden... the Princess's palace...


And... I thought to myself...

"Here I am - this is me
There's no where else on earth I'd rather be"


PS: plz lemme kno if neone comes up with a cool name for ma cottage... tho ppl wud jus call it 339,Sharav

Sunday, June 24, 2007

1st Birthday......



Well guess wat...!!
today is the 1st birthday
of

"Life - it just happens to happen"

So sing along everyone....
"Happy birthday to my blog"
yeay...!!! clap

hope this blog has a blast....!!!


PS: we do have some probs with blogger n my blog... diff time zones you see... anyway today is 25th june... n accordingly i celebrate... a few hours ahead of blogger....

A Daddy's Day

Today a friend narrated an incident...

One fine day his dad called up...Hi... What day is it ?
It was a sunday.. so my friend replied : Sunday...
Dad laughs and says
of course it's sunday...but darling.. what day is it..?
Now this guy bulbs... it wasnt dad's bde.. nor mom's.. nor their marriage day... he could really think of anything else...
TELL...!!!
the reply : dude.. it's Father's Day...
This guys sheepishly says : eh.. happy Father's Day dad..!!

It was so funny at first, but then he started talking. You know there are so many "days"; father's day, uncle's day, women's day. There were so many of them that we don't usually think much about them. But then i guess it made a difference to people. People do remember to say a kind word of thank you and recognise one's role in our life. So my friend actually felt bad he forgot Father's Day. He thought a lot about it.
These "days"... I realizied, this whole idea was not all that bad.
That day when dad called me up I realized it meant a lot to be a dad.


When he said that I went deep into thought this time..
Father's Day ?? When was it anyway ?? I would have spoken to dad normally as I always do; a coupla times a day. But nothing special. Sad ! I should have done soemthing. Would my dad have remembered it ?? Naah he wouldn't have. Well, I did send him an ecard I made for his bde last. It was also his 50th bde. I was the first to wish him. Sure it would have been nice had I wished him a happy Father's Day. But I'm sure he hadn't noticed it. I don't have to feel bad about forgettting it.

And then... well the story is not over yet... then he goes on...
Should tell you, my sis had called up dad sometime back that day and it was because of her he came to know that it was Father's Day. Obba dad wouldn't have cared otherwise.

I laughed out a loud as soon as i heard that... i guess younger sisters do this all the time, esp with daddy. I remember to have done something like that to my sis. :P