1.I love Physics.
2.Man, that girl is short! (Don’t want to hear a ‘look who’s talking’.)
3.You have GOT TO read my blog.
4.Who won the blah blah match of the blah blah tournament/championship? ( I couldn’t care less.)
5.Angelina Jolie is hot.
6.I said so!
7.FTW (Because nobody would know whether you are saying ‘For the win’ or ‘Fuck the world’….some short forms should totally be banned I say!)
8.Let’s play Antakshari.
9.I skipped lunch/dinner today.
10.Robert Pattinson is way hotter than Taylor Lautner.(Stop being so blind people!)
Thursday, September 9, 2010
Rain Rain Go Away!
How many gazillion times have we seen heroines in Indian movies dancing in the rain in a sexy white sari, while the hero looks on, enthralled and enticed? Rains are usually associated with pleasant feelings and more often than not, I see people screaming in joy when it starts to rain. They say watching the rain makes them happy and getting drenched is fun.
I beg to differ, watching it rain makes me depressed and getting drenched sucks! I feel there are so many things in life that we are just by default expected to love, but I don’t see what’s to love in rain? (Is it just me!?!) No offense to all you loyal fans of the rain, but I HATE RAINY SEASON.
1.The eerie silence of rainy season is, for lack of a better word, eerie.
2.You can’t go out!
3.You feel too lazy to get up and end up missing breakfast.
4.The AC is too cold and the fan is too hot thanks to the annoying intermediate temperature.
5.Washed clothes smell funny.
6.Worse still, people smell funny.
7.The frequency of Maggi cravings is alarming.
8.Did I mention that you can’t go out?
9.We don’t have any outdoor labs, so no classes are ever canceled because of rain.
10.Crickets seem to get noisier than ever.
11.We have new additions in the campus( read toads, crabs and caterpillars, yuck yuck yuck)
12.Your fancy chappals become all muddy.
13.More power cuts than ever.
14.And how can I forget- You can’t go out!
I beg to differ, watching it rain makes me depressed and getting drenched sucks! I feel there are so many things in life that we are just by default expected to love, but I don’t see what’s to love in rain? (Is it just me!?!) No offense to all you loyal fans of the rain, but I HATE RAINY SEASON.
1.The eerie silence of rainy season is, for lack of a better word, eerie.
2.You can’t go out!
3.You feel too lazy to get up and end up missing breakfast.
4.The AC is too cold and the fan is too hot thanks to the annoying intermediate temperature.
5.Washed clothes smell funny.
6.Worse still, people smell funny.
7.The frequency of Maggi cravings is alarming.
8.Did I mention that you can’t go out?
9.We don’t have any outdoor labs, so no classes are ever canceled because of rain.
10.Crickets seem to get noisier than ever.
11.We have new additions in the campus( read toads, crabs and caterpillars, yuck yuck yuck)
12.Your fancy chappals become all muddy.
13.More power cuts than ever.
14.And how can I forget- You can’t go out!
Friday, September 3, 2010
BEST ADVICE EVER!
I've already mentioned the 'sunscreen song' in one of my previous posts. For those of you who have never heard of it, it was originally an essay published in a newspaper which gained a lot of popularity and was later converted into a song by Baz Luhrmann. Not everyone might find it interesting or useful but I personally LOVE it! If you want to grasp all the little yet important advices and dos and don'ts of life in 7 short minutes, watch this video. It has an amazing 'feel good' factor to it too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xfq_A8nXMsQ
Monday, August 23, 2010
That one bus ride...
It was the second week back in the campus, I had to go home for a couple of days to attend my cousin's wedding. The day that I return to the campus was the day I had to submit my physics manual...so I had to finish my record work in great hurry and rush (with loads of luggage) to the campus gate to catch the 5:15 PM bus...I ended up waiting there for half an hour before the bus turned up. The campus to Secunderabad bus is always extremely crowded...and there's nothing I hate more than people bumping into each other in cramped places, so I was thanking my stars when I got in and found a seat. After 2 stops, the bus was totally packed...many people were standing and fidgeting uncomfortably while I was sitting aaram se in my seat listening to music.
In the third stop more people got in and among them was this young woman with a baby...it would be just too mean to watch a baby get cramped in with rest of the crowd...so I offered my seat to her and moved into the standing crowd. There were no free hand rests..so I held on to the railing around the seats as though for dear life, and whenever the bus would threaten to come to a stop I would say a silent prayer to save me from falling down.There was this big group of laborers who were surrounding me (not that I minded that)...but they were all talking(rather too loudly) to each other over my head. The bus conductor was gigantic, he would literally squeeze through the crowd every time he had to move around and he ended up stamping my feet twice and poking his elbow into my head once.By this time, all the excitement I had about attending the wedding and meeting my family was fast evaporating. I was again and again thinking of the first 10 minutes of the journey when i was seated comfortably.
Finally, when my stop was nearing, i got ready with my luggage to get down and then I happened to glance at the woman and the baby....I swear I'd never felt what I felt then ever before. The baby was tucked close to its mother's chest and it was in deep sleep.It had the most innocent and beautiful half smile on its lips. At that point, I knew that I had done the right thing and the crowd, the stamping, the discomfort, none of it mattered anymore!
In the third stop more people got in and among them was this young woman with a baby...it would be just too mean to watch a baby get cramped in with rest of the crowd...so I offered my seat to her and moved into the standing crowd. There were no free hand rests..so I held on to the railing around the seats as though for dear life, and whenever the bus would threaten to come to a stop I would say a silent prayer to save me from falling down.There was this big group of laborers who were surrounding me (not that I minded that)...but they were all talking(rather too loudly) to each other over my head. The bus conductor was gigantic, he would literally squeeze through the crowd every time he had to move around and he ended up stamping my feet twice and poking his elbow into my head once.By this time, all the excitement I had about attending the wedding and meeting my family was fast evaporating. I was again and again thinking of the first 10 minutes of the journey when i was seated comfortably.
Finally, when my stop was nearing, i got ready with my luggage to get down and then I happened to glance at the woman and the baby....I swear I'd never felt what I felt then ever before. The baby was tucked close to its mother's chest and it was in deep sleep.It had the most innocent and beautiful half smile on its lips. At that point, I knew that I had done the right thing and the crowd, the stamping, the discomfort, none of it mattered anymore!
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Thinking about thoughts...
The school that I studied in is just a 5 minute walk from my place, and just behind the school is this beautiful and green colony where IAS officers and Ministers stay. I go for a walk once in a while in this area. I enjoy these walks thoroughly…the trees, the breeze, the view of my old school, it all brings back such sweet memories! And when I’m walking I think about the times, say a couple of years back when I was walking through the same area…and when I recollect that moment, I don’t think about what I was wearing that day, or who I was walking with or what else I had been doing that day; but I think about what I was thinking then! Take a moment here and you will understand what I’m saying.
When I’m reading pages from my diary which go back many years, or when I’m looking at a photo taken long back or a video shot ages ago; it’s fascinating to think about and remember what was it that was going on in my mind at the time I was writing that particular diary entry or having that photograph taken. What was I thinking, what was I feeling, what were my worries, my delights, my thoughts on the things and the people around me? Now would those thoughts seem childish to me, probably even funny? Zapping through the thoughts of the past me…feeling what I haven’t felt in a long while, remembering people and moments from what seems like another era in itself….it’s all just too wonderful!
There’s this episode in ‘How I met your mother’, in which Marshall (the lead role’s best friend) finds a letter that his 15 year old self had written for his 30 year old self. Guess what, I’m going to write a letter to my 30 year old self too! At first the idea may seem silly, but think about it…what better way to record your present thoughts for your future self to amuse over?
When I’m reading pages from my diary which go back many years, or when I’m looking at a photo taken long back or a video shot ages ago; it’s fascinating to think about and remember what was it that was going on in my mind at the time I was writing that particular diary entry or having that photograph taken. What was I thinking, what was I feeling, what were my worries, my delights, my thoughts on the things and the people around me? Now would those thoughts seem childish to me, probably even funny? Zapping through the thoughts of the past me…feeling what I haven’t felt in a long while, remembering people and moments from what seems like another era in itself….it’s all just too wonderful!
There’s this episode in ‘How I met your mother’, in which Marshall (the lead role’s best friend) finds a letter that his 15 year old self had written for his 30 year old self. Guess what, I’m going to write a letter to my 30 year old self too! At first the idea may seem silly, but think about it…what better way to record your present thoughts for your future self to amuse over?
Friday, July 9, 2010
Here's my STORY....
I guess I’ve mentioned it before, but here it is anyway- I love writing! I can write about things that matter, things that don’t, crazy things, random thoughts, happy feelings, strong inhibitions et al…but there one thing that I just can’t write- a STORY!
Architects can build structures that are nothing short of breathtaking; Doctors can perform miracles, Engineers can make technological breakthroughs that can propel us into a whole new era….but none of these people hold as much awe and make my head spin with admiration as a master story-teller can! How I wish I could write a great story…just one!
I truly mean it…it just amazes me how some authors can transport you to a magical land (and I don’t mean it literally like the Harry Potter or Twilight or Artemis Fowl books!), they make you feel like you are a part of the story, make you feel the adrenaline rush, the feelings of love, wonder, amazement and faith. It is beautiful what some stories can do to you. They whisper to you, your own secret, personalized message. They tell you what you want to hear. They simply make you feel alive!
By story telling, I don’t just mean novels or comics. There are movies that we hold so close to our heart, they are the kinds that make us feel good, they tell us about the simple truth about life and they just make us smile quietly to ourselves! We usually give the credit to the hot actor or the lovely settings in the movie, but in the core essence it is the story that appeals most to us, we may not realize this but it is true.
It is truly fabulous how some writers and directors come up with stories so captivating and so complicated sometimes, they just leave you gasping with every unexpected twist!
Many people poke fun of TV soaps, but many more are hooked to them and that, my friends, is due to the simple fact that they have stories that intrigue us, that intimidate us and in some cases, stories that remind us of the things we do, that make us laugh at the characters in the soaps, characters that we soon start feeling like we know, we recognize and we relate to. At the end of the day, it is the Story alone that keeps the magic alive!
Now I’m going to stretch the boundaries a little here- Great story tellers, we have seen touch our lives through books, movies and soaps. But there is more….for those of you who have read the Bhagavad-Gita (I’m guessing not many), you will know that our scriptures are stories too, they teach us morals, tell us about the glories of God and state bold truths…all in stories again. Those of you who were lucky enough to have been told the Mahabharata or the Ramayana by your grand parents would remember how as a little girl or boy your eyes would light up in wonder and amazement listening to all the glorious stories, cuddling up next to your granny while she would animatedly describe all the little details as you prod her with questions and doubts!
I feel there is nothing more hauntingly beautiful than the talent to write a story, not just any story, but a story that people love to love! Some stories are more sagas than stories. I feel J.K Rowling and the makers of How I Met Your Mother are nothing short of brilliant, with their ability to produce a story which spans several years with such tiny, intricate given so much attention and subtle, vague hints about future events being dropped in early books/ seasons. Bravo!
Its authors like Jeffrey Archer, Dan Brown, Irving Wallace, Stephanie Meyer that push you all the way to the edge of the cliff with their blindingly magnificent story telling skills that threaten to test our ability to resist our urge to set the book aside to eat, reply to a text message or even pee! It’s simply bloody brilliant.
Even though it might take years, if I ever do write a good story…I will count it among one of my greatest achievements!
Architects can build structures that are nothing short of breathtaking; Doctors can perform miracles, Engineers can make technological breakthroughs that can propel us into a whole new era….but none of these people hold as much awe and make my head spin with admiration as a master story-teller can! How I wish I could write a great story…just one!
I truly mean it…it just amazes me how some authors can transport you to a magical land (and I don’t mean it literally like the Harry Potter or Twilight or Artemis Fowl books!), they make you feel like you are a part of the story, make you feel the adrenaline rush, the feelings of love, wonder, amazement and faith. It is beautiful what some stories can do to you. They whisper to you, your own secret, personalized message. They tell you what you want to hear. They simply make you feel alive!
By story telling, I don’t just mean novels or comics. There are movies that we hold so close to our heart, they are the kinds that make us feel good, they tell us about the simple truth about life and they just make us smile quietly to ourselves! We usually give the credit to the hot actor or the lovely settings in the movie, but in the core essence it is the story that appeals most to us, we may not realize this but it is true.
It is truly fabulous how some writers and directors come up with stories so captivating and so complicated sometimes, they just leave you gasping with every unexpected twist!
Many people poke fun of TV soaps, but many more are hooked to them and that, my friends, is due to the simple fact that they have stories that intrigue us, that intimidate us and in some cases, stories that remind us of the things we do, that make us laugh at the characters in the soaps, characters that we soon start feeling like we know, we recognize and we relate to. At the end of the day, it is the Story alone that keeps the magic alive!
Now I’m going to stretch the boundaries a little here- Great story tellers, we have seen touch our lives through books, movies and soaps. But there is more….for those of you who have read the Bhagavad-Gita (I’m guessing not many), you will know that our scriptures are stories too, they teach us morals, tell us about the glories of God and state bold truths…all in stories again. Those of you who were lucky enough to have been told the Mahabharata or the Ramayana by your grand parents would remember how as a little girl or boy your eyes would light up in wonder and amazement listening to all the glorious stories, cuddling up next to your granny while she would animatedly describe all the little details as you prod her with questions and doubts!
I feel there is nothing more hauntingly beautiful than the talent to write a story, not just any story, but a story that people love to love! Some stories are more sagas than stories. I feel J.K Rowling and the makers of How I Met Your Mother are nothing short of brilliant, with their ability to produce a story which spans several years with such tiny, intricate given so much attention and subtle, vague hints about future events being dropped in early books/ seasons. Bravo!
Its authors like Jeffrey Archer, Dan Brown, Irving Wallace, Stephanie Meyer that push you all the way to the edge of the cliff with their blindingly magnificent story telling skills that threaten to test our ability to resist our urge to set the book aside to eat, reply to a text message or even pee! It’s simply bloody brilliant.
Even though it might take years, if I ever do write a good story…I will count it among one of my greatest achievements!
Friday, June 25, 2010
HOW MUCH IS TOO MUCH???
These holidays, I’ve realized that there is a very thin line between being hooked to something we like and simply over indulging in it to the point of being addicted. Trust me, sometimes when we cross this line, things can get pretty ugly. This article was inspired by me, because I tend to get ‘addicted’ to things easily. For the first couple of weeks of our two and half month vacation [I know!!! :)], I was totally, crazily and irritatingly (not for me but for those around me of course!) addicted to the sitcom F.R.I.E.N.D.S. My mother would get super annoyed with me for sitting glued to the laptop all day (getting up only for the most inevitable of daily activities). She would say that I was acting as though I was in a hotel room with room service and everything where I didn’t have to do any household chores! Every now and then I would tell myself-“this is it, this is the last episode for the day”, but I would end up watching ten more. It was as though I had no choice, no control; I HAD to mechanically watch it all day! And then, 10 seasons, 240 episodes and 5280 minutes later, it was finally over.
Then the ‘Twilight’ madness took over, now I was a different kind of crazy person. Reading the books again (I would finish one book in less than 24 hours and grab the next one with one even touching any air in between) and watching the movies again, finding new videos on you tube, checking out pictures of Taylor Lautner and Robert Pattinson… this went on for a while.
I also tend to do this with food, if I like, say the coffee in some place, I would keep coming back to the same place again and again and again and yet again till I get sick of it!
Most people don’t accept or even realize that they are addicted to something. Youngsters are most prone to get addicted to video games, social networking sites, sitcoms, certain sports or sadly even hookah and booze. Sometimes it’s cool but sometimes it’s downright scary! I know that it’s just hard to figure out how much is too much and more often than not we have find out the hard way. I know some friends who are on facebook literally throughout the day; while eating, studying, talking on the phone and even while hanging out with friends. I have a friend who is so addicted to mint that she gets through 3-4 mentos packets everyday!
While doing something we like, if there is a constant nudge that keeps pushing us to do something, not just as a hobby or as a ‘once in a while thing’ but as something that we just HAVE to do all the time, then I guess it is an addiction, which is not supposed to be very healthy. Well, I don’t want to be a hypocrite; so for those of you who are snorting and saying - “look who is talking!”, I would like to add-my latest addiction is ‘How I met your mother’!
Then the ‘Twilight’ madness took over, now I was a different kind of crazy person. Reading the books again (I would finish one book in less than 24 hours and grab the next one with one even touching any air in between) and watching the movies again, finding new videos on you tube, checking out pictures of Taylor Lautner and Robert Pattinson… this went on for a while.
I also tend to do this with food, if I like, say the coffee in some place, I would keep coming back to the same place again and again and again and yet again till I get sick of it!
Most people don’t accept or even realize that they are addicted to something. Youngsters are most prone to get addicted to video games, social networking sites, sitcoms, certain sports or sadly even hookah and booze. Sometimes it’s cool but sometimes it’s downright scary! I know that it’s just hard to figure out how much is too much and more often than not we have find out the hard way. I know some friends who are on facebook literally throughout the day; while eating, studying, talking on the phone and even while hanging out with friends. I have a friend who is so addicted to mint that she gets through 3-4 mentos packets everyday!
While doing something we like, if there is a constant nudge that keeps pushing us to do something, not just as a hobby or as a ‘once in a while thing’ but as something that we just HAVE to do all the time, then I guess it is an addiction, which is not supposed to be very healthy. Well, I don’t want to be a hypocrite; so for those of you who are snorting and saying - “look who is talking!”, I would like to add-my latest addiction is ‘How I met your mother’!
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