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".

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