confessions

I havent posted anything worth while for quite sometime, so thought why not kill my boredom by blogging.

The other day I went to the beach with my friend, which brought back many memories of school life.Those memories good or bad never get washed off from one's mind. As I was coming back home in my scooter I was thinking about this one very embarassing experience I had, during my school days.

This was during the annual day , otherwise called "parent's day" in school where all the mom's and dad's await to see their chilren perform on stage. The preparation for this great show begins a month in advance. It was a tradition my school followed that made it compulsary for each student to take part in atleast one play. There were many plays in hindi, tamil, english, sanskrit. There was a dance drama and even an orchestra too , and those who were more musically inclined preferred to go for those.

It was during this time that I fell ill with fever and couldnt attend school for about two weeks. After two weeks I found out that I had been assigned a role in the Hindi play. I was very excieted as two of my very good friends in class were also taking part in the the same event. The play was about the life of Gautama Buddha , about how he becomes the enlightened one from Siddhartha.
Most of the roles had already been assinged to the students by then and only the small one's were remaining.(to be continued).....

The greatest come back

The long absence from blogging was due to an unavoidable episode that occurs twice a year in my life and lasts for about 15 days. The aftermath of it , is the scariest part.

Yeah the episode was my exams. And I survived it. Three cheers to me. yeppeeeeeeeeeeeeee. A semester with 9 papers. Reading 9 books in 15 days. Which amounts to reading a minimum of 400 pages in a day. Not only reading but also remembering what i read. Gosh i survied it. But as i think about the future a cold rushes down my spine. How am i gonna survive 6 more semesters .ie. 40 more papers. Rite now its over and I have decided I’ll worry about the aftermath later.And take the future as it comes.

Mean while I can spare some time with the pen and paper – a favourite pass time.

This post is not to inform the regular readers (who are very few) of my blog , but to make a tress passer not wonder about the long absence.

Life's worth!

I read this somewhere actually forgot where but it was a good one just think about it...

A couple of small kids were playing next to a small pond in the country side.
Suddenly , the ball they were playing with fell into the pond, and the boy who went to retrive it fell into the pond.
They was a lot of hue and cry and everyone was trying to save the boy.
Later, one man came out of the blue and saved the boy's life.

The boy had lost all consciousness by then. After he got back his conscience he went in search of the man who save his life. He wanted to thank the man and said , "I am indebted to you for the rest of my life. Thank you soo much".

The man replied " Its ok boy! make sure was life was worth saving."

The race

I was reading the book chicken soup for the soul and came across this very inspiring poem. I read it over and over again and thought why not post it.


The Race

Whenever I start to hang my head
in front of failure’s face,
my downward fall is broken
by the memory of a race.
A children’s race, young boys,
young men; how I remember well,
excitement sure, but also fear,
it wasn’t hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope,
each thought to win that race
or tie for first, or if not that,
at least take second place.

Their Dad's watched from off the side,
each cheering for their son,
and each boy hoped to show his Dad
that he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went,
to win, to be the hero there,
was each young boy’s desire.

One boy in particular,
whose dad was in the crowd,
was running in the lead and thought
“My dad will be so proud.”
But as he speeded down the field and crossed a shallow dip,
the little boy who thought he’d win,
lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself,
his arms flew everyplace,
and midst the laughter of the crowd
he fell flat on his face.

As he fell, his hope fell too;
he couldn’t win it now.
Humiliated, he just wished to disappear somehow.
But as he fell his dad stood up
and showed his anxious face,
which to the boy so clearly said,
“Get up and win that race!”

He quickly rose, no damage done,
behind a bit that’s all, a
nd ran with all his mind and might
to make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself,
to catch up and to win,
his mind went faster than his legs.
He slipped and fell again.
He wished that he had quit before
with only one disgrace.

“I’m hopeless as a runner now,
I shouldn’t try to race.”
But through the laughing crowd
he searched and found his father’s face
with a steady look that said again,
“Get up and win that race!”

So he jumped up to try again,
ten yards behind the last.
“If I’m to gain those yards,” he thought,
“I’ve got to run real fast!”
Exerting everything he had,
he regained eight, then ten...
but trying hard to catch the lead,
he slipped and fell again.

Defeat! He lay there silently.
A tear dropped from his eye.
“There’s no sense running anymore!
Three strikes I’m out!
Why try? I’ve lost, so what’s the use?” he thought.
“I’ll live with my disgrace.”
But then he thought about his dad,
who soon he’d have to face.

“Get up,” an echo sounded low,
“you haven’t lost at all,
for all you have to do
to win is rise each time you fall.
Get up!” the echo urged him on,
“Get up and take your place!
You were not meant for failure here!
Get up and win that race!”

So, up he rose to run once more,
and he resolved that win or lose,
at least he wouldn’t quit.
So far behind the others now, the most he’d ever been,
still he gave it all he had and ran like he could win.

Three times he’d fallen stumbling,
three times he rose again.
Too far behind to hope to win,
he still ran to the end.

They cheered the boy
who crossed the line and won first place,
head high and proud and happy
-- no falling, no disgrace.

But, when the fallen youngster crossed the line,
in last place, the crowd gave him a greater cheer
for finishing the race.

And even though he came in last
with head bowed low, unproud,
you would have thought he’d won the race,
to listen to the crowd.
And to his dad he sadly said, “I didn’t do so well.”
“To me, you won,” his father said.
“You rose each time you fell.”

And now when things seem dark
and bleak and difficult to face,
the memory of that little boy
helps me in my own race.

For all of life is like that race,
with ups and downs and all.
And all you have to do to win is rise each time you fall.
And when they shout "Quit give up you are beaten"
another voice within me says, “Get up and win that race!”

I Pray for this!!!!!

Answers that make one wonder!!

(My patti)

There is this one very special person in my life who has always influenced me. She is my grandmother, with whom i have grown up most of my life , the most brave woman I have ever known , and un doubtely the best cook.

This was an incident that happened last week:
After a bad day at college, i came back home in the blazing sun , fretting and fuming.
I was really pissed and didnt want to talk to anyone. My grandmom came promptly and gave me the evening tiffin, usual dosas . I had only one and got up. She immdiately said "How will one be enough have two more."
As i was already pissed I immediately retaliated saying:"Patti(grandmother) my stomach will burst if i eat even a small morsel. Can u just leave me alone I am already irritated.Don't irritate me even more."
Soon came a reply"Dont worry if your stomach bursts I will stitch it for u."
I was dumb-struck didnt know what to say. I quitely took another dosa into my plate. She made feel i was wrong but in the most passive manner and with a very cute answer.

I was wondering ..............................................

A grumpy prof's class (Lemon tree - fools garden re-worded)

When songs are being remixed these days, I thought, why not re-word them for a change. I sat and did this in my engineering mechanics class. Read it and u'll get a clear picture.

I'm sitting here in the boring room
It's just another grumpy professor’s class
I'm wasting my time
I want to get out soon
I'm playing around
I want him gone
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I'm sleeping around in my class
I'm sleeping too fast
I'm dreaming too far
I'd like to change his point of view
I’m feeling so restless
I want him gone
But nothing ever happens and I wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Every day he comes to bore us all
And all that I can see is his big bald head
He’s turning his head up and down
He’s turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is his big bald head

I'm sitting here
I hate myself
I'd want to go out taking a break
But there's a heavy cloud inside my head
I feel so tired
Put myself into sleep
Well, nothing ever happens and I wonder

Isolation is not good for meI
solation I don't want to sit in this damn class

I'm dreaming around in the desert of joy
Prof anyhow I'll get another toy
And everything will happen and you wonder

I wonder how
I wonder why
Everyday you come to bore us all
And all that I can see is your big bald head
He’s turning his head up and down
He’s turning turning turning turning turning around
And all that I can see is his big bald head.
And I wonder, wonder

I wonder howI wonder why
Everyday he comes to bore us all
And all that I can see, and all that I can see, and all that I can see
Is just his big bald head.......

I am tagged...for an albatross around my neck???

I really don't know why these tag games are played, but now, i have been tagged. I am quite a sport and i accepted to list down eight qualities or characteristics you may call about the man of my dreams. Right now, I am head over heals Rahul bose , truly the man of my dreams in every possible manner.
Hmm ..but i guess this will remain a dream forever.
Now coming to the point , here are the eight qualities or characteristics (whatever you may call it) the man of my dreams should posses.

1. He should be someone who is not as loud mouthed as I am. Definitely not a flirt.Someone who is defintely quieter than I am so that he can listen to me.

2. Should be prepared to travel all around the world with me.Not someone who likes to stick to one place. Has to be an enthusiastic traveller.

3.He should help me out with all my problems, deal with them in a mature manner without much of advising.

4.He should be himself. Definitely not a put on . I would'nt want him to wear a mask to impress me.

5.I would like him to be a better cook than me. Should'nt be too critical about my cooking. I can stand jokes once in a while ,but not all the time. But, if he's prepared to live on tea all his life i can make that for him , I make some really drinkable tea.

6. He should atleast wish me on my birthday. I cannot accept any excuses for failing to do so. And presents ... no jewellery please.

7.I would want him to have a sexy vioce. If not as sexy as Amitabh Bachan. It should be good enough so that I don't mistake him for a girl.

8.Lastly, and most importantly he should be clean in every possible manner. I would'nt want anyone with a long beard and a moustache(yuck!!!!).That would be a nightmare.

I hope this would be a dream come true someday or the other.

A lost sense of humour?

Something that has been at the back of my head for quite a long time is "WHY WOMEN DON'T HAVE A GOOD SENSE OF HUMOUR(when compared to men)??.
Among the many authors i've read no one other than P.G Wodehouse has made me roll on the ground with laughter.
Even soo many comic strips including my favourite "calvin and hobbes" has been created by a man. Walt disney too was a man. Most women writers, are so expressive but find it so hard to be humorous.I don't know why.

A fellow blogger told me that may this may be because women tend to get over possessive about their faults...so they overlook the funny side of it. This could be one of the reasons.
But, i think that women are generally considerate enough and dont laugh at other people however stupid they are. For centuries women have spent their entire lives in the kitchen cooking for their husbands and children while, all their humour has gone up in the air like steam.

However, the opppsite sex have made their lives very challenging giving no space for humour in it, and at the same time act as an endless source of humour too.

It could'nt be worse

As the sunlight streams into my bedroom and my mom screams from downstairs "It's 7:30 already u idiot", I see MR.Monday wickedly smiling at me and saying its just the beginning , don't worry you have one more week of B.S. Ok planning for the week ahead to end my miseries is sooo impossible when the O.Henry on my table entertains me until 3.00 in the morning.

After having what my granny describes as a crow's bath i quickly rush down stairs and dump what books i can find into my poor little bag. I quickly gobble up what my mom calls breakfast listening to her constant ramblings.Then i make a move 2 my bus stop and halfway past i realise that i have ECE lab and i have forgotten to take my lab coat. I rush back home and return by an auto to the bus stop. I am just at the nick of time for the busand have no time to argue so pay whatever the rickshaw driver demands. This meant i have to sacrifice my evening ice-cream. In the bus, i finish my last minute writing work in the record.

Finally i reach college and make my move for the first class on monday morning. And Damn!!!! The first class on monday morning is ENGINEERING MECHANICS. Who could deal with mass moment of inertia of a particle about the x, y , and zee axis on a monday morning. Without question and beyond doubt i cannot. So i try to regain the sleep lost as none other than the E.Mech prof can sing a better lullaby.

After four hours of tiresome lab i go for lunch only to find that my lunch was chapati's with nothing.I had forgotten to take the other box which had the side dish.

Man it seemed like the whole world was conspiring to make it the worst day ever for me. I really never wanted this.

Finally i come back home to and realise i have 3 assignments due on tuesday.
OH boy! monday miseries never end!!!

How important is 1/4th of ones life?

okay I have'nt posted for quite a long time. After a lot of introspection into the lives of many students I have arrived at a very alarming fact. The fact is that about one-fourth of every Indian student's life goes in preparing for , getting tensed and worrying about "EXAMS".

Think about it an average indian lives say until 80 yrs . And all graduates be it the ones doing a three, four or five year course sacrifice 1/4th of their lives for exams . Isn't it the most ridiculous thing to happen to anyone???

I was lucky enough that my school did not conduct exams until class 5 and i had an opportunity atleast to enjoy those few years of childhood. But when i see my 4yr old cousin preparing for her L.K.G alphabets and rhyme exam it makes me wonder whether our forefathers of education and the heads of the educational insttutions have any idea about why exams are conducted.

The hype and hysteria surrounding exams make it a do or die situation for every student.
Parents and teachers make it even worse.The general perception is that if one fails an exam he or she's life and career is at stake.

We ( i mean parents , teachers and damn the heads of the institutions) should realise that exams are not about getting good marks , but about displaying ones knowledge about the subject or anything for that matter. And how can we measure this knowledge???? If you failed an exam it just meant you did not have enough knowledge about the subject. It does not mean you are a total dull head and not fit for anything in life. It just gives you another chance to gain knowledge.
Knowledge is what is important not the marks. True understanding of the subject is what is important. Some may do it before the exam and some may do it after failing it.

We definitely cannot do away with exams but atleast take it in the right spirit. Lets not make it rule one-fourth of our lives ( parents ,teachers and more importantly students ). Lets begin to understand "MARKS ARE AFTERALL NUMBERS".

Hip Hip hurrraaaaaayyyyy

hurrayyyyyyy

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I am on top of the world....................

D'oh..............!!!!!

The answers to most of these questions i am frequently asked is invariably d'oh.......!!!!!!!
(I am writing this post with fumes coming out of my ears)

*Outside the doctors clinic my mom's friend sees me with a running nose holding a hankie and asks "Why are ypu sneezing? Oh so you have a cold????"

*My friend after stamping my feet with pointed heels :"Oh my god did that hurt????"

*My teacher : "Dont be late to class . Give me an answer?????" (first of all when did u ask me a question????

*"Why are you crying??? Is there any problem???(When did crying become people's hobby???)

*I am bored. Don't irritate me.(Man i think u need to visit a psychatrist)

*I am a vegetarian . People ask me"So you dont eat meat???"

*This is the worst of it all:
My friend:"Thats my boyfriend. How's he???? Do you like him??"
(Man ! jees will u like it if i like him???? And moreover my choices arent that bad u see")

style or substance???

The other day i came across this awesome saying:
"Never offend people with style when you can offend them with substance".
My take on this coming soon................................

The Good , Bad and the Ugly

A general observation :
After meeting (rather seeing) many men i have come to the following conclusions:
( I know apperances are deceptive ...... but think about it ....)

1. Most fat men are very sweet and helpful (They might be disgusting, but thats immaterial).

2. Most Short fat men are even more sweet.

3. Fat men with glasses are nice but not as nice when compared to the former.

4.Most thin tall men are very snobish and have an i dont care attitude .

5. Many Thin tall men with glasses are even more snobish.

6. Thin short men are similar to thin tall men.

7. Thin short men with glasses are generally similar to the thin tall men with glasses category.

8.Coming to the niether short nor tall, neither fat nor thin category, these men are neither sweet nor harsh ,either helpful or a nuisance ................................... something like the candy :centre shock . Eat it and u'll get to know them.

The lost gift

Its a precious gift, everyone is born with,
people liked me when i had it.

They wished i had it with me for long,
without losing it too soon.

With it, the world seemed bright and beautiful,
Each and every day was fruitful.

As days went by,my curiosity became wild,
With every bitter experience,
With every tryst with failure,
This gift was lost forever.

Once lost i couldnt get it back.
But, just envy those who still have
THE GIFT OF INNOCENCE.

THE AWAKENER

One hot Sunday afternoon,
When the heat wave was at its peak,
No one dared to step out and peek,
I was stuck all day in an A.C room.

I had nowhere to go and nothing to do,
MR. Boredom was chewing my head.
Watching TV was out of question as
There was no cable connection.

I was getting restless and
Had so much time to spare.
So I switched on my computer
To play a game of solitaire.

Curiosity drove me wild,
So I logged on to a chat room
And was realized that the
World wide web had so much to provide.

The room I logged into was called
“THE WORKSTATION”
Here I got into conversation
with a person called “THE AWAKENER”

Soon, myself and "The awakener”
Became good friends.
We had so much in common and
So many problems to share.


We shared the problems we had at work,
And I told him my boss was a complete jerk.
We tried to resolve the problems we had
And I started getting more perks.

Finally, we decided we’d meet
And I began wondering how
“The awakener” would be:
Tall or short, fat or thin, dark or fair?

When the grand day arrived
I went hunting for a gift.
Dressed in my best I went to
The place where we had planned to meet.

As I was eagerly waiting,
I felt a tap on my shoulder
As I turned to see who it was
My heart jumped to my mouth in shock.
“THE AWAKENER” was my boss.

Dumbstruck, I kept staring at him.
A cold rushed through my spine .
Then he burst out into laughter
And I finally, relaxed.


That night I went back home
and had a wonderful sleep.
I had said all that I wanted to say
And the guilt I had in me had gone away.

Every problem would have never
Reached its peak if we had sat down to speak.
So never pile up too many things inside you
Don’t wait for “The Awakener” to awaken you.

infecting children

While changing through the channels on my TV, I stopped at this very interesting advertisement. This was an ad for a vaccine against chicken pox.
The boy in the ad, is questioned by his entire family about the marks he has obtained in various subjects. The mark he gets in all subjects is extremely good by all standards. But he and his parents are still disappointed because, his fellow student a boy named Rahul gets more marks than him in most subjects.
Finally, he tells them that that he has secured 93%in science where as Rahul has got zero as he is infected with chicken pox, and the ad ends with the whole lot of them rejoicing this fact.

The most disheartening aspect about this ad is that it does not showcase competition in the right sense. How could the boy rejoice at another’s illness and how could his parents, instead of correcting him encourage him to do so?

Competition exists everywhere and in every field. It is a necessary evil. It is needed for each person to showcase one’s talents and to make a difference. Competition should be encouraged in the right spirit. The desire for approval and recognition is a healthy motive, but the desire to be acknowledged as better, stronger and more intelligent than a fellow student may lead to a destructive path.

Every parent should learn to judge his/her child based on the child’s own potential and abilities. They should stop setting benchmarks for their children based on other people’s performances.

And to the man who came up with the great ad (this is for u):
A sports man’s prayer

Dear lord,
In the battle that goes on through life,
I ask for field that s fair.
A chance that is equal with all in the strive,
The courage to do and dare and if I should win let it be by the code
With my faith and honour held high.
And if I should loose let me stand by the road
and cheer as the winners go by.
Lord, teach me to conquer if I can ,
Showing my worth in the play.
But if I should loose let me like a man , I pray.
Let me say” there they ride on whom honours bestowed,
Since they played the game better than I “
Let me stand with a smile by the side of the road
and cheer as the winners go by.

Even impossible says I AM POSSIBLE :) :)

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To mind one's own business

Thinking about the various resolutions people make every new year, I decided to make one for 2006. (I have decided to stick it also). “Resolutions are difficult to stick to and keeping up a resolution is a challenge by itself”. Especially for a person like me who loves challenges in life, I thought a resolution would prove to be some fun.

My mom has decided to never yell at me from Jan ‘01, but couldn’t help yelling at me for coming late home after a new years party. Her resolution would definitely be the greatest challenge any mother would face.

I have definitely learnt a lot from my mistakes in the past .So after a lot of thought, I decided, to resolve to “minding my own business this year”. When I say minding my own business it means that I will simply mind my own work (stop poking my nose into other peoples affairs unnecessarily). I hope it won’t prove to be a great challenge to keep up this resolution . This would result in lesser number of phone calls, peace of mind and give me more time to read more books and blog more. This would definitely reduce the number of fights at home and end the mahabarat at home forever.

In this world if every person did mind his own business,

If Hitler did mind his own business………
If Napoleon did mind his own business……
If George .W. Bush did mind his own business………

it would truly result in an ideal world that many people are dying to make.

Therefore, to mind ones own business doesn’t mean you are being selfish it simply means greater peace of mind for you and the people around you.