Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Its tough being in a family of over- achievers...Its tough having parents who do 25 kms cycle trekking (at the age of 45 and 52 respectively) as a hobby...its tough having a mother who learns Vedic mathematics because it is "fun"...its tough having a sister who is a graduate of BITS-Pilani...its tough having cousins who think u r not fit to live if u haven’t studied in an IIT or an IIM...its tough having relatives who think if u write CAT u must get into an IIM...its tough having a grandmother who can multiply any two numbers given to her in her mind and give u the answer in 10 seconds...its tough having a great grand father who was a pioneer in the field of education and was a great mathematician and has a famous school in trichy named after him...all this can be really tough when u are the kind of person who thinks it is very very important to get at least 16 hours of sleep a day..a person who thinks exercise is important only when u go 20 kilos overweight, one who thinks that studying is a sin unless it is done just the night before the exam (and people studying just for "fun" should be institutionalized), one who is so pathetic in math that if asked to find the value of sin0 I would probably ask u for a calculator...sigh!!!
Life can be really tough sometimes...
Monday, December 11, 2006
1. The feeling u get after u finish ur last exam and rush to ur room in the hostel to pack ur bags and go home
2.The day after the exams get over and u accidently wake up at 7 AM and realise that u can go back to sleep till eternity instead of leaping sleepily out of bad,hastily brushing ur teeth and hitting ur books.
3.u feel hungry at 3.00 in the night after watching four movies back to back and then realise that u need not remain hungry because u are at home(not hostel) and mummy dearest has stacked the refrigerator with ur favorite dishes
4. on a weekday when u have to attend college and u set the alarm for 7.00 and u accidently wake up at 6.30 and get out of bed only to realise that u still have half an hour of sleep to go
5. When a professor forgets about a test he/she announced and u realise that u didn't waste time studying for it..
6.The feeling of completeness and bliss u experience when u walk on a tree lined road after it has rained heavily and the sky is still overcast
7. u got to the hostel mess to eat the crap the cook has dished out only to find that some friend's kind mother has sent enough food for the entire batch to feed on for a day.
8.When u have a craving for a particular book and by chance the next day either someone lends it to u or u find it in the library.
I could keep going on but i just finished my exams today and i m gonna go and hit the bed and rediscover sleep....zzzzzzzzzzz...
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
For the past year (11 months to be precise) I have seen her fight a losing battle with blood cancer. I have seen the cancer slowly eat into her body in a slow tortuous way...In all these months I have seen her resolve break very rarely. even as I write this tears well up in my eyes as I think of the way maami was 11 months back, full of life, a zest to live and cheerful and a few weeks back when she was nothing but a bag of bones -some flesh here a muscle there. After watching the cancer eat away maami with vengeance I have come to the conclusion that death by any other means other than cancer is welcome.. the last four five months have been living hell for maami's family with each new medicine promising new hope and then failing miserably after maami's frail body refused to accept it...I think every well wishers prayer over the last few months has been a peaceful death for maami.
And for the people she leaves behind mourning for her...what can I say??? I have always maintained that it is the people that a dead person leaves behind who are to be pitied more than the person... She leaves behind a man who has been hopelessly dependent on her for the past 40 yrs for every small need of his. I really cannot imagine maama without his better half and needless to say he is devastated by her death
She leaves behind a son and a daughter (who come second and third in being the nicest ppl I know by the way) who have been hopelessly praying that a miracle just might cure their mother. I think the worst thing about the whole affair was that both the son and daughter are living in the US and hence were unable to be with her day and night in the last few months. I really can’t imagine what they must be going through because I can’t imagine just getting up one day and realising u don’t have a mother anymore. Even if u pay a million dollars u can never ever see her again, talk to her touch her. Reality bites and Death can be a cruel but efficient reminder of realities.
I can’t forget all those navratris when maami has called my sister and me to visit her house and would ALWAYS have some trinket for us when we left. How she cared for us like a grandmother, the way she genuinely blessed us to have great careers and a good life. I have never noticed anything false about this lady and that is saying something because I am a VERY cynical person and it takes me quite some time to like someone...I don’t think I can write anything more mainly because I cannot seem to type any further and also because I m not qualified enough to write anything more about her.
This is a tribute to a person who loved to live and lived to love...
May her soul rest in peace...
Monday, December 04, 2006
Realisation has just dawned me that I am NOT fit to be an engineer. I m probably the most useless engineer there ever was. I have zero technical knowledge, i am rubbish at programming and run miles when I hear about a technical seminar or symposium. suddenly after all these years I m being faced by the question "why engineering and what have I learnt in the four yrs of engineering”
Answering the first question is kind of tricky.
I think doing engineering was not a conscious decision on my part. I guess it was just assumed that I would do engineering. Other avenues were not even considered. One of the main reasons for this was the fact that I eleventh I set my mind on getting into BITS. Whatever I did for two years of secondary schooling I wanted to join BITS. In fact I was so hell bent on getting into BITS and was so sure that I would make it that I dint even feel the need to study hard for tnpcee or aieee.and I wanted to do engineering only if it was in BITS. I worked my ass out those two years and did all my exams pretty decently. Then came the last exam computer science. The exam was the day before the world cup India Australia match. i saw the whole match and wasted time.Time which i could have used to study.
OUTCOME??? Well I did almost as badly as India did in that match (maybe worse) and lost 14 valuable in comp sci.14 marks which cost me my precious dream place-BITS.
I think the only ever time in life when I was ABSOLUTELY broken and dejected and cried like I had lost everything in the world was June 30th 2003 when a cold and impersonal web page announced the fact that I had missed BITS by 1%...
After that I just wrote my SSN entrance exam like a zombie, was extremely disappointed when I got a seat in computer science of department of SSN. The top engineering college among 235 colleges, excellent placement record blah blah.....but it was not BITS. It has been four years and though I have had unbelievable fun in this place I think a part of me has still not recovered from that jolt of not getting into BITS.
Well anyway I am digressing. So engineering it was. I dint want to do engineering at all. Tried to give the exam for B.A. Journalism in MOP but everything was against me. registration for the test was over(I was so sure of getting into bits that I hadn’t even bothered to look up other colleges) and I was stuck with being an engineer...
Coming to the second part what have I learnt in four yrs of engineering have learnt many things about life. I have met some great people, made some really cool friends, few enemies too (read juniors),learnt a lot about people. Learnt that there is a hell a lot of difference between staying with people 24*7 in the hostel and spending some 6 hrs with them in college. I have learnt to laugh over my mistakes, get over my shortcomings,learnt to adjust with ppl, learnt to wash clothes(oh yeah!! my clothes are no longer multicolored because I left that bright red dress along with the pure white top and now both are a similar shade of red),organized events, had some serious fun and so many other things...
Now where does Computer Science and Engineering figure in this mess???U r right..It doesn’t figure anywhere. Which is why I m left wondering after every pathetic exam why the hell I m even doing engineering. Well I guess it is a little too late to ask this question when my graduation is only months away. Might as well sit back and enjoy what is left of it...but sometimes i do well i could have done something else much better with a lot more interest...Sigh!! Life would be so cool without the what if's!!!
Friday, December 01, 2006
Had a paper called Networks Protocols Security and Management today..I have done it so miserably that i m wondering if CTS and CSC will snatch their offer letters if i fail in this paper!! (Incidentally this is the million dollar question..Will he or Wont he snatch the offer letter)...
Only one thing keeps my hopes high..Maybe, just maybe they wont fail students in their penultimate semester..
Sigh!! lets see..till then i m going to keep my fingers crossed..please do drop in a prayer for me the next time u go to the temple..: ( : (
P.S: I knew it!! i knew that the job offers i had got from CTS and CSC were just too good to be true!!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
P.S: and i dont want any comments about my ancientness!!i m just being nostalgic!!
When Gulli-Danda & Kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket.
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai& pitthoo anytime...
When we desperately waited for 'Yeh Jo Hai Jindagi' (Doordarshan serial)
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, Dada Daadi Ki Kahaniyaan were so fulfilling.
When there was just one Tv in every five houses and...
When Bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle ...
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'Yeh Jo Hai Jindagi' day ...
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them ...
When Maths teachers were not worried of our Mummies and papas while slapping/beating us ...
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and Chacha-Chaudaris & Billus were our heroes ...
When we were in grandma's place every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechies ...
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajani' inspired us ...
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work ...
When 'Chelpark' and 'Natraaj' were encouraged against 'Reynolds
& family' ...
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis' ...
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...
When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'Antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home ...
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding 'ice-cream & papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing ...
When we dint consider patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on
Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents ...
The list can be endless ...
On the serious note I would like to summarize with ...
When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and 'deciding' ...
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerely ...
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future ...
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak ...
When sharing worries and happiness didn't mean getting vulnerable to the listener ...
When blacks and whites were the favorite colors instead of greys ...
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations ...
When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some
super fast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows ...
THOSE were the days!!:):)
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Surprisingly the DI was very easy compared to the papers i wrote at my mock CAT.the quants part was also easy compared to the mock CAT papers but i was able to attempt only very few questions because of the lack of time(valuable time which i wasted trying to find out if some bloody sentence was a fact,inference or judgement).
well anyway CAT is over now and i dont want to go into all the dirty details.
Two days after my CAT exam my semester exams started.
I finished my ethics exam today. i wrote so many stories that i amazed myself. i wrote stuff like
"we as engineers need to be ethical because ethics in engineering is very important.we need to be honest intelligent diligent because honesty intelligence and diligence always pays and by following these virtues we do the best for our country,organization and community and doing the best for our country,organization and community is our duty" .
by the time i finished the answer even i wasnt very sure what ethics was all about.personally i feel studying etchics is stupid because according to the book which i followed i am the most unethical person on earth
1. The book said that taking photocopies of others notes was plagiarism. now i have never bought books.all i do is take the photocopy(more popularly known as xerox)of the relevant notes.
2. It said that i should not I should not use somebody's else's intellectual output. That is precisely what i have been doing for the past four years in my engineering life. some poor soul writes the programs and we just copy paste it and show the output.apparently i am stealing the recognition that the person gets or some nonsense like that.
and lots of other nonsense which i dont feel like going into. i just finished my ethics exam and i cant stand to write about it again.
and i was following a local author book(when u open ur books just before the exam there really is no time to go through all those fatuous foreign author books and waste time).now that guy himself had copied the foreign author word for word without any conscience by deleting all the necessary parts.and to top it all the book contained a copy right statement right on the first page which said "no part of this book shall be reproduced or copied in any form"..LOL.:D:D...
I just couldnt control my laughter.i think students would really appreciate it if such subjects were removed from the syllabus as they serve absolutely no purpose.not that all the subjects which i have studied till now have served any purpose but seriously this was the worst.
The next paper which i have is another silly subject.apparently we as engineers must take care of the environment and so we must know how to safeguard our environment. so we have this paper called Environmental science and engineering where we study how to protect the environment.
Sigh!!!I better brace myself to write stories again...
Monday, November 13, 2006
An incident which happened in the apartment complex where my sister lives set me thinking how much the times have changed. I mean I used to think I was the current generation- Gen X...But looking at the kids nowadays makes me think that I was mistaken..
I was sitting in a park reading a book and watching a couple of boys playing a game which at first looked like tag. After following the game I realized that it was a game which we as kids used to play.
When we were around 8-10 we played a game called "cut the cake"...There would be one person who was called the "catcher" and then there were the rest of us. The rest of us used to choose a particular color by which we were identified. And then one of us (usually me because i have voice which can be heard in four nearby villages: D: D) would shout out the names of all the colors to the catcher ("red yellow blue green. What do u choose") and then the catcher would choose a color and chase that particular kid. now when he is chasing, if someone else (one of the other colors/kids) cuts the way i.e. runs in between the catcher and the victim then he becomes the next victim..
It was a game which we enjoyed playing and the maximum variation which we had was that sometimes we used to choose animal names for ourselves("dog cat elephant pig. What do u choose?") instead of colors...
Coming back to that day when I saw a couple of boys playing I was quite taken aback to see them refer to themselves as typhoid chikgungunya malaria dengue...one of the kids said "typhoid chikgungunya malaria dengue. What do u choose”. And then the catcher screams dengue and runs behind a kid who squeals with delight at being called dengue and runs for dear life. I found it really amusing. I mean when I was 8-10 the only disease I knew was malaria and plague (because a plague epidemic had broken out in Surat when we lived there in 1994)...I had never heard of dengue, typhoid and certainly not heard of chikgungunya...
And then the other day one of my cousins while listening to Ramayana had a doubt which left me spell bound. She said that when Rama went to get the golden deer for sita and then the deer (actually mareech in disguise) screams out "oh laxmana help me” and sita orders laxmana to go and help rama why does laxmana leave her alone in the hut and go. He could have taken sita with him too if he was scared that something might happen to her...
I was dumb founded...I honestly did not know what to say. She had just prevented the whole sita kidnapping with her logical five yr old thinking
Her twin had another doubt. When i was narrating to her the story of Krishna she wanted to know that if kamsa knew that one of the children of devaki and vasudev was going to destroy him why did he put them both in the same cell
When I was narrated these stories as a kid I used to just listen and NEVER ask doubts. I loved mythological stories but such logical doubts never occurred to me!!!
And then the other day I got a forward which had a real conversation between a little girl and her grandfather. The little girl was sitting on her grandfather’s lap and this was the conversation which took place between them
Girl (touching her grandpa’s wrinkled cheek and asking): Grandpa did God make you??
Grandpa: Yes dear. But he made me a long time back...
Girl (touching her own smooth cheek): Grandpa did God make me too??
Grandpa: Yes dear but he made u only a little while ago
Girl (after thinking for some time)...Wow!!! He sure does a better job these days!! : D: D
Phew!!kids nowadays. They make me feel so ancient!!!
Friday, November 10, 2006
Well lets call her Miss.Dumb Aunty(DA)..well we met her and the following was the conversation which took place betewen my sister and her
DA: arey beta!!!when did u come?? how are u??
sis: i m fine aunty thank u..
DA:(looking at me): u must be doing engineering no??
me: yes aunty.
DA(addressing my sister): where is ur husband beta??has he come??
sis: no aunty..he couldnt make it so i came alone this trip
DA: oh ok..by the way what does ur husband do?
sis: Well he works for kotak securities..he is into portfolio management..
DA(obviously haveing missed out half of that)..ohhhh!!! that must be tough..
sis(thinks) : duh!!!!
but says nothing.just smiles politely
DA: he must be going to the border often nahi???is he at the border right now??
now i have a very very serious problem..if there one thing i cannot control it is laughter..if i find someone or something funny i HAVE to laugh right then otherwise i would die..so at this point of time i get what DA is trying to say and search for the nearest bush to hide my face and laugh..my sister had obviously not caught on and
sis:(absolutely flabbergasted) sorry aunty!!
DA: well he must be going to the border very often no if he is working for securities!!
sis(catching on and trying her best to keep a straight face..she is better at this i decide..had i been in her place i would have burst out laughing right at DA's face):no aunty actually he works for kotak securities which is a branch of kotak mahindra bank.
DA(obviously not understanding): oh..ok beta.tell mom that i asked about her..and do drop in at my place some time with ur husband
me(thinks).gosh!! i wonder how my brother in law(BIL) will react if he hears all this.
sis: oh definitely aunty...
DA leaves and sister dearest and I collapse on the nearest bench laughing our wits out..gosh!! some people can be sooooo dumb!!:D:D
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Phew!!! i m done..i m through...it feels so so great that i could just die out of happines...no more begging or pleading for marks i deserve, no more trying to pacify profs when what i actually want to do is punch them in their face!!! no more no more...
I m finished with them...i m done forever with my practical exams..no more record writing, no more taking stupid print outs, no more trying to memorise pages and pages of nonsensical code, no more cranky computers which refuse to give u the output just at the last moment, no more sweating at viva because u dont know the answer,no more grinning sheepishly at the external examiner for not knowing the answer to his questions!!!...
a major part of these four years of my engineering has been just practical exams labs and record writng...and before that i had practical exams in 9th,10th,11th and 12th..i totally and absolutely hate them from the bottom of my heart!!!
I M SO GLAD THEY ARE OVER!!!
a friend of mine once wrote a poetry in hindi about our state during practical exams..it goes lke this
Engineers marte nahi,
zinda dafnaye jaate hain.
har 6 mahino mein tadpaye jaate hain.
kabr khol ke dekho,
to wahan bhi record likhte paaye jaate hain!!
Friday, October 13, 2006
One of my blogger friends suggested that after this post i should probably start an organization called "Fille Sans Collerette" which means girls without frills in French..
I have always felt that God has been very unfair in creating only two sexes..He should have made four..namely girls,girlswf(girls without frills),boys and boyswf..
Now i m not sure if there are many takers for the boyswf category but i m sure the girlswf category will become popular..
So me with the help of my blogger friend and a couple of other girlswf decided that we would start an organisation called FSC(fille sans collerette)...girlswf sounds extremely unsophisticated felt a few committe members
Well here i will lay down a few rules for the girlwf category
WARNING: Any girl who joins this community for fun or thinks that this is not serious stuff please stay away..we are very serious about our principles..:P:P..
1. Thou shalt consider only books pens watches and showpieces as good giifts...anything else like soft toys, flowers, earrings, jewels, chains, make up stuff, nailpolish etc should be looked down upon
2. Thou shalt pay attention ONLY to comfort...if u r comfortable in heels then fine but if u wear heels which break ur back and kill ur feet then kindly stay out..this community is obviously not for u.
2a. same goes for clothes too..jeans, salwars,skirts etc... anything is allowed as long as u are comfortable in it..the minute u start wondering if the right amount of skin is being shown, if the color of the fabric matches ur eyes etc kindly inform the chairman of FSC and ur membership with FSC will be terminated with no hard feelings
3. Thou shalt not sigh and gasp when u see john abraham take his shirt off or sqeal with ecstasy when u see a trouser clad homo sapien zoom past u in a pulsar..
P.S errr..exceptions can be made in movies like kaal and dhoom where NOT ogling at john abraham will be considered criminal ;);)
4. Thou shalt consider it a sin to do things like coloring ur hair, spiking it up etc...hair should either be suspended in a pony tail or neatly braided..any innovations like beads in hair, streaking trying out step cut etc and ur existence in the organisation will be considered detrimental to the prosperity of the organisation..
5.Shopping will merely be a need to do activity..thou shalt go and shop only when
a) u have no clothes to wear
b) ur family insists on u buying something for ur sister/brother's wedding etc(i still think jeans and t-shirts can be made legal to wear in weddings)
c) and festival times when u really dont have a choice..
Even better u can ask ur elder siblings(even younger will do), parents etc to do ur shopping while u sit in the comfort of ur homes and watch TV...
6. Thou shalt not expect any kind of help from the opposite sex and shalt not be dependent on them for opening doors, carrying shopping(if u r a part of the community this probability obviously does not arise), as means of conveyance etc...
7. Thou shalt dress up to look presentable and smart and NOT to attract the opposit sex..
8. Thou shalt speak up for ur rights in colleges, workplaces where u r discriminated against just beacuse u are a girl..thou shalt not remain silent..
We do not have many rules, but we are extremely strict about the rules which we have laid down..If u think u r qualified enough just drop in a comment in the comment box and ur application shall be considered..:):)
And one more thing..if u think we should include any more rules..please mention them to in the comment box..Ur co-operation is appreciated!!
Thursday, October 12, 2006
"Children" she began "today I m going to deal with something really important and it is very important for u to know about this"...
Yeah right!! Thought salma...that’s what they all said...but a tiny voice inside her told her to listen to this lady...
Two hours later the lecture got over and Salma decided she just could not do it. How could she?? How could she tell her mom something which she knew her mom would obviously not believe? But she felt disgusted and used. She had to tell someone about it and preferably a woman the lady had said. Her own sister whom she was extremely close to was away at college and this wasn’t something salma wanted to discuss over phone. Salma closed her eyes tightly as if trying to shut away the memory but the more she tried the harder the tears flowed down her cheeks. Her own uncle...My God!! How could he. She had trusted Ahmed mama so much.he was so much fun, bought her so many goodies and she had loved him so much.he used to make her laugh by tickling her and playing games with her. It was only when she was seven that she began to feel uncomfortable around him. He touched her in ways which made her squirm. But she had brushed those apart. After all it was Ahmed mama. He definitely wouldn’t do anything that would make her feel uncomfortable. But she started to maintain her distance. It was only after the lecture in school that she realized that those advances by Ahmed mama were really serious. What was it that the kind aunty in a red saree who had come from that NGO in the city to deliver the lecture had called such men?? Pedophile!! Yes that was it...ahmed mama was a pedophile and she was a victim of child abuse...she had not clearly understood the lecture but apparently there were certain ppl who derived pleasure by touching small kids(both boys and girls the lady had said) in ways that made the children feel disgusted and uncomfortable. They preferred small children because kids did not exactly know what was happening and were the most submissive. And the most shocking thing was that in most of the cases children are abused by people whom they trust. In some cases even their own daddies salma had learnt...her mind was in turmoil...she had to tell someone about it. But how could she tell ammi that her own brother was a padeophile?ahmed mama was coming today and the very thought of having to face him with a smile on her face sent shivers down her spine and she was filled with repulsion towards him..
No Salma decided. She would not suffer anymore. She had had enough. Today she would tell ammi...Determined she got up washed her face and walked into ammi’s room…
The above story is a true story with names changed for obvious reasons. Child abuse is a very very serious issue in the world today. And the most shocking part is that the majority (78%) of maltreated children were maltreated by their birth parents. Birth parents were responsible for 62% of the abuse cases and 91% of the neglect cases. Some children are even abused by both parents...lets all unite and fight against child abuse…please light a candle here… I don't know if it will really help but we can try and do our bit…
Friday, October 06, 2006
I just have to blog about the attempts(futile of course) of a friend of mine to speak Hindi...this blog will probably only be appreciated by people who know a decent level of Hindi and Tamil. having been exposed to the right mix of north (15 yrs) and south (5 yrs) I can manage both Hindi and Tamil quite well and one of my favorite pastimes is to tease ppl who murder(read strangle,stab,poison) Hindi Tamil etc..i do not disclose the name of my friend for the sole reason that she threatened to strangle me the way she strangled Hindi(and oh boy I sure don’t want to die such a cruel death)..I will just call her S for now :):)...
it all began on a day when S suddenly decided that she was going to practice speaking Hindi...the conversation went something like this..
S : hey I feel very inferior to u guys man..Ok from today I m going to make a serious attempt to talk in Hindi...Hey wait I will translate that into Hindi...
today se mein Hindi par baat kar
Now let me explain as to why she made this mistake. In Tamil sometimes the same word 'lu' is used for both on and in. so on the table would be table lu and in Hindi would also be Hindi lu...
so S decided that Hindi also used the same par for both...
after we explained this nuance of Hindi to her she said, “ok ok wait I will try to translate ,the fishes are swimming in water”
majliyon(spelling mistake intended. all spelling mistakes from now on intended ;)) paani par "thayirthi" hai...
god S sure had us in splits that day...
S was multitasking that day. she was trying to err...um master Hindi and also putting some mehendi on her hands. and she wanted to say "I put mehendi really well" which in Hindi became
"mein mehendi ajji tarah put karti hoon”
poor S...she just dint know the word for put in Hindi...
at this point I just couldn’t take it anymore and told her that I was surely going to blog about this
for that S got tensed and said
"tum ISS vishayathu par blog karna chakthi ho???kripaaaa kar aur blog mein exaggerate mat karna"..
Justifiably we were all laughing like crazy and S said
"mujhe rothi hoon...tu all boori log hai...ek ladki Hindi baat karne ko mushkil karthi to tu log uss par hass??"
roughly translated as "I m going to cry...u guys are really bad...if a girl attempts to talk in Hindi u will laugh at her eh??"
probably she realized that the sentence was not something that premchand would approve of so she asked us
"Hindi par "tum all" eppidi solluvanga"???
translated as "how do u say everyone in Hindi??"
we told her that the word for everyone was "tum sab log" and she dint get it so she said
"maafi..ek aur bar aao aao"..
which meant “sorry..?come again"..LOL!!!:D:D
and the best part is still to come..
apparently S has finished all levels of Hindi(prathmik,praveshika,rashtrabasha etc...) and was felicitated with a shawl for proficiency in Hindi in class 6!!!
and the last level had a viva round in which she had to talk in Hindi with the examiner and the examiner was so impressed(???) with her Hindi "speaking skills" that he gave her 75/100 for viva..
No..i don't want to hear any comments about the Indian Eduacation System not being upto mark!! ; ) ; )
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
I watched Schindlers List today(yet again..this is the fifth time i am watching tht movie)..and i cried yet again..it is amazing how that movie makes me cry each and everytime i watch it..just for the record let me tell u that i NEVER EVER cry for movies..but somewhere in the middle of Schindlers List u forget that it is a movie and not real life..the characters are so real and so convincing u just cant stop the tears..Especially the last scene when Schindler points to his car and says "Ten more i could have got ten more for this car..why did i keep it"..He points to his Nazi pin and says "two more..this pin is gold..i could have got two more for this pin"...thats when i started bawling..uptil then i was just shedding tears..but that scene was just the limit..
I wonder how Steven Spielberg does it..i wonder where he gets the characters for his movie from..i mean each and every character in that movie was just made for that role..even the very small parts like the little girl,Danka Dresner or the little buy Olek leave an impression on u..i could just watch that movie ten more times and still have an appetite for it..u want to strangle Amon Goeth(ralph fiennes) when he metes out atrocities on the Jews, u want to shield the rabbi from the guns of the SS officers when they attempt to shoot him for not making enough hinges, u want to kiss Schindler when he gives his workers the weekend off and u want to hug Izhtak Stern when he gives Schindler the gold ring made by the workers.
Now that, is what i call a movie!!!
Friday, September 29, 2006
should be immensely interested in but which do not interest me at
here are a few examples
There is this friend of mine who cuts her hair every fortnight(I m
NOT kidding!!)..she cuts it every fortnight and then the next day she
comes and stands in front of me and our conversation is somthing like
Friend : hey Revs notice anything new in me??
Revs : er...hmmm...(squinting my eyes as if i m really making an effort
to notice her)
Friend : oh c'mon yaar...isnt it obvious??
Revs : of course it is..i m just thinking of how i shud put it(this is a
terrible lie..i notice nothing new and just dont want to hurt her)
Friend: my haircut u moron!!! i have done a step cum layer cum crew cum
mushroom cut(ok i made that up..but seriously she did say something on
Revs: ah!!yes ofcourse..i noticed it the minute u came into the
room..dint know the name of the haircut though(this is another terrible
lie..very frankly speaking her hair looks just the same to me.the
length is the same the texture is the same and the colour is the same
and she spent 150 bucks to achieve this effect)
Now i have literally no hair left on my head(courtsey hostel water and
food) and so i get a haircut only when my grandmother tells me "ur hair
looks like the end of a rats tail"(not very flattering i know but
grandmothers are not exactly known for their panache)
2. PAINTING TOENAILS
I have never really understood the whole idea behind painting toe
nails..i mean seriously speaking how many of u out there look at ur own
toe nails?? i ll be very frank..the only time i actually notice my toe nails is
when i m getting jacked by a prof for not submitting assignments on
time or for not writing a test and i m standing with my head bent
down(trying to look ashamed)..i hardly listen to what those anally
retentive professors have to say so i stand silently and admire my toe
nails(not painted of course!!!)
Many of my friends take great pains to wash their feet well,pat it dry
and then spend half an hour deciding what color would suit their toe
nails and then start applying one coat of paint, then wait for fifteen
minutes for that to dry and then apply a second coat(when asked why a
single coat wouldnt suffice i have been given looks which say "huh!!how
can u be such a dumb witted moron"...apparently two coats ensure that
the paint on the toe nails lasts longer and doesnt chip off, which is
useless according to me becuase after two days they take a solution
which smells worse than a public urinal and remove the paint to paint
their toe nails with another color that matches their dress!!)
3. WEARING EARRINGS
One more thing which leaves me flabbergasted is why people make asuch
a big issue of not wearing earrings
This is the conversation which takes place almost daily between my
friends and myself
Friend: ugh!!!u r looking horrible
now i have no illusions about my looks but naturally when some one
makes a statement like that u tend to look into the mirror, which is
what i did and finding the result quite satisfactory i asked
Revs : why?? i look fine..
Friend : the hell u do..where r ur earrings?
Revs :(looking into the mirror and confirming the statement)yeah so i
havent worn earrings so what??
Friend: wait!!she disappears into her room, takes a huge box(she has got several(one for
earings,one for rings,one for chains...thats when i stopped
she comes back with a pair of earrings which are a feet
long and waves them at me and says "wear these"
and i run out of the room
Needless to say she wasnt very pleased..
I had a serious talk with my friend and according to her if u dont wear
earrings and chains it means that u come from a very poor family and ur
parents cant afford to get u such things..such trinkets are the signs
of prosperity..i was so appalled that i just refrained from commenting.
Phew!!though this does sound surprising i just CANNOT stand
shopping..my kind of shopping would be going into a shop picking a
dress paying for it and coming out..the whole process should take 15
minutes...but my idea of shopping is very very different from my
friends idea of shopping
They go to this hellhole called Tnagar(which at any given point of time
in the day and at any given point of time in the year is
crowded,hot,sultry and dirty) and u should see the grins on their faces
when they see a discount or sale..
And then they go into a shop and this is the conversation which takes
Friend: Show me the green one on the extreme left pile,the third from
Friend then checks the color, texture, material, price, length,
breadth, volume, area, density etc for about half an hour and then
says: Not this one show me the blue one.
This goes on for about two hours after which the most shocking thing is
that my friend turns to me and says "i dint like anything in this
shop..lets go to the next one"
Revs(thinks) :What the #%$^&*????
but i willingly oblige..sigh!!the pains of friendship...
The kind of shoes which some of the girls wear, shock the wits
outta me..i mean personally i feel that u should wear shoes,sandals
which u are comfortable in..and the look of the footwear should only be secondary..but the idea of comfortable footwear is taboo wit my friends..the more uncomforatble it is the better..some of my friends wear shoes which have pointed heels and have one string in the toe area and one string in the heel area both of which eat into their skin but it doesnt bother them as ong as it looks good..
me!! i wear a pair of black floaters which are torn on one side and have lost the velcro strap but i still wear it because it is so damned comfortable..
Phew!!i swear i havent exaggerated at all in this post..and i find some of the things which these girls do downright silly...i love my friends but i cant help but laugh at their idiosyncracies!!:):)
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I have lost 1500 bucks in the past two weeks in cash and about three photocopies of my notes all of them amounting to about 100 bucks..
No i m not complaining...but still it would feel nice if Murphy(of the law fame) wouldnt always target me...i have had a really crappy week with everything going against me...
It all began on sept 15 when our dept symposium was scheduled...on sept 13 i was cutting a piece of thermocol with a blade at 12 in the night and i cut my finger deep with that rusted blade and the wound started bleeding like crazy and with absolutely no first aid or medical facilities i just tied my hand with a rag to stem the bleeding and had to go get a tetanus the next day
i proved one murphy's law
- You will cut ur hand in the worst possible way only when there is a lot of work to do and when there are no medical facilities
And then all of us had worked our butt off for the symposium and were under extreme pressure to perform because we as final yrs were conducting the sympoium and as luck would have it, it rained on the night of sept 14th at 11.00...at first i just dint believe it..all our high profile decoration of the campus was getting washed away right in front of our eyes...the great database which had been developed by a couple of guys for online registration couldnt be used and we had to switch over to manual registration...as expected it did not rain on the days when the other departments had their symposiums...i have a strong feeling that had i been in any other dept it would have rained then...if there is one person who truly and wholly loves me it is Murphy..he might as well have written his laws for me...
i proved two laws
- If there is a worse time for something to go wrong, it will happen then.
- Things get worse under pressure.
Then came sunday and i had to give my mock CAT...i was talking animatedly to my friend and suddenly someone was said "u can start writing" and i furiously started working out without reading the instructions and i mistook all the two marks for one marks and vice versa..and for those two and a half hours i was so thrilled that i knew so many two marks..i should have known it was too good to be true..and i totally messed up my CAT..not that i would have done any better otherwise but my scores reached an all time new low because of this..
i proved yet another law
- If it seems too good to be true, it probably is.
After that i broke the news that i had lost 1500 bucks at home and i got jacked bigtime with ususal dialogues like "u do not realise how hard amma and appa work to give u such luxuries in life..u r careless,u r irresponsible......" and many more things but after about 25 seconds i just stopped listening...my mom then spoke for about half an hour about how responsible she was when she was young only because she cared about her parents
i proved another law
- The effectiveness of a telephone conversation is in inverse proportion to the time spent on it.
And then there was a test on monday and since i had done miserably in the first two tests i actually sat and prepared for it...(a shitty paper called Environemntal scinece and engineering)..and i came on monday confident of passing and they told me that the test had been postponed
i proved another law
- The probability of a test being held is inversely proportional to ur preparation for the test
There were many small things which happened that week but seriously i dont have the patience to go into all that..
everything seemed to go wrong all at once proving yet another law
Quantization Revision of Murphy's Laws Everything goes wrong all at once.
You never run out of things that can go wrong.
Sigh!!!Murphy i really appreciate ur concern for me but i really wouldnt mind if u shifted ur affections to someone else for a little while..i really wouldnt!!!
Monday, September 25, 2006
Its been five yrs since I left Gujarat...I have been living in Chennai for the past five years and I just love this place...I have never ever missed Gujarat even once. ..Trust me...Maybe because I m the kind of person who just adapts and blends with the surroundings but seriously I have fallen head over heels in love with Chennai. Except for those nine days in the year...Those nine days which just personify the word celebration if I had been in gujarat...Yeah I m talking about navratri and garba celebrations...oh man....do I miss Gujarat or what???
Here in Chennai navratri is stacking up dolls on an odd number of shelves and calling virgin girls to sing...No, I m not a cynic...I love golu too but nothing ,absolutely nothing beats the enthusiasm and fun of those nine days of dancing...Phew!! Even just thinking about the amount of energy which is exuded each night makes me tired…Dancing till 2 and 3 in the night in wonderful dresses ,the best thing I like about garba is that young and old alike dance away to glory with everyone and without a care in the world…and the music and beats are just outta the world…it is a perfect mélange of fun, excitement and friendship…some of the best times that I have had in Gujarat have been during navratri…
Here in Chennai no one even knows what garba or dandia raas is…hilariously the word garba is very similar to the tamil word for pregnancy (garbam) and when I ask people if they like garba I get these really weird looks because of which I have even stopped using the word garba…I have had enough of people looking at me like I m a weirdo escaped from a mental asylum…
Sigh!!! I could just kill to go to Gujarat now, spend nine days and then be back in Chennai which is really where I belong…I wonder when I will learn to strike a balance between the Gujarati and the Iyer inside me???
But right now all i want to do is take a nice hot bath, curl up with a good novel and go to sleep shutting out the rest of the world...
Well i m doing the next best thing...Blogging :):), and chatting with some equally jobless ppl on orkut...i just dont want to acknowledge the million things that are just waiting to be attended to...hmmmm..wouldnt it be nice if u just closed ur eyes and then opened it to find all these things taken care of!!!
Sigh!!! No surprise that a wise person once said.."If wishes were horses beggars would ride"...
Hmmm well anyway so with nothing much to do i have decided to hang around in blogosphere for some time...Happy Blogging Revs :):)
Friday, September 22, 2006
Today I tried to commit suicide… why did I do it??? I don’t know…I keep asking myself that question and I don’t get any reply from myself…I knew it would hurt…I knew that if I was rescued I would surely cry for taking such a step…despite knowing all this I decided and tried to end my life…people had warned me that it would hurt but hell when have I ever listened to what ppl say…I always believed in trying to experience the actual feeling…and man it hurts like crazy both physically and mentally…
Yeah today I went and watched KANK!!! Damn !!I knew from my past experiences with karan johar movies that it would suck but even after knowing that it was sure death I went ahead and watched it…
I watched KKHH and I swore to myself that I would get a CD(pirated of course) for his next movie and I wouldn’t waste 90 bucks on his gooey sappy diabetically sweet movies…( tusi ja rahe ho???tusi na jao!!!says a sickeningly sweet sardar kid in that movie...Oh man!! How corny can u get?)
Next came K3G and johar promised that it was a ‘family’movie…once an idiot always an idiot…I actually believed that karan johar might probably be dishing out some good movie and I went to the theater(another 90 bucks down the drain) and went and watched it…after I came out I told everyone that wild horses wouldn’t drag me to the next movie by karan johar…the movie was so horrendously bad and logicless (not that hindi film directors really know what logic is but still I expected at least some kind of plot) that I was speechless for some time(and If u know me u will know that it is very very difficult for me to be speechless)
Next came kal ho na ho (KHNH) and I m proud to say that I kept my promise and did not watch the movie…I m stupid but not that stupid…and then the next day ppl came and told me what a great movie it was and how it touched their heartstrings…hmmm…yeah u r right…old habits die hard and experienced idiots never learn… I went and watched KHNH too (thankfully only 70 bucks down the drain this time)…and after I came out I looked for the nearest gutter to put my head into or the nearest torn slipper(pinja serrupu) to hit myself with…pulling at my heartstrings???? The only thing that movie did pull was money outta my purse…sharukh as usual tried to “act” by crying buckets and buckets of water… (and damn I thought I could derive sadistic pleasure by laughing at sharukh’s funeral when he dies but karan johar has to play spoil sport…he dint even show sharukh dying let alone his funeral…the closing of the hospital door was his symbolic way of telling us that F**(k)ing khan had died)…well whatever as long as he died I was happy to see preity go with saif…
Then came KANK…hmmm what can I say…the first time when I saw KKHH u can probably say I dint know…the second time(K3G) u could have excused me saying “koi baat nahi…she must have been attracted to the huge star cast”… the third time(KHNH) u would have grudgingly conceded that “she must have watched the movie for saif”…but the fourth time there are no excuses…it was suicide plain and simple…I knew how it would be, I knew it would hurt and I knew that I was being an idiot but I still went and watched it…and oh man!!! what can I say…I have read so many blogs by people giving bad reviews for KANK that I don’t wanna write about that nonsense…all I can say is that KANK does to ur system what a laxative does to ur loose motions…
I don’t think I need to say anything else…:D:D
Saturday, September 02, 2006
I hate weddings...no…let me be specific...I hate Indian weddings...no...Let me be even more specific…I hate south Indian weddings…this might sound like a hypocritical statement coming from a south Indian but I haven’t attended any north Indian weddings and hence I have no right to comment…
I must blog about a wedding which I attended about a week back…my cousin was getting married and I was chosen as a representative from my family to attend the wedding(that’s the problem if ur parents stay in a godforsaken place called jamnagar where they know no one and send u to Chennai to study where they know everyone)…well anyway so I was sent to attend this wedding…and to give me company was my sister(who got married an year back and was representing her family)…I already hate weddings and when u have a sister who has the IQ of a jellyfish and the sense of direction of Columbus for company let me tell u that u have had it…
We were to attend the janavaasam at 7.00 in the evening… my sister was supposed to come and pick me up at 7.00…by the time she came it was 7.30 and we left at about 8…the kalyana mandapam is about 2 minutes drive and fifteen minutes walk from my place… but my sister(r’ber I told u that she has the IQ of a jellyfish) suggested that we avoid all the traffic and take a shortcut to the wedding…when asked if she knew the shortcut well she gave me the kind of look which I guess was last seen when Hitler looked at the Jews… well anyway so we set out on a street which had never heard of the terms sodium vapor lamp and mercury vapor lamp…the street was pitch dark and preethi(my sister) decided she would take the road parallel to the kalyana mandapam and very accurately turned at a street which was exactly perpendicular to the kalyana mandapam(I told u she had the sense of direction of Columbus)… and we came to a stop at a deadend…she took a U turn and tried her level best(well…. the best which her IQ allowed that is) to catch the road parallel to the mandapam…well this went on and finally we reached the road only to discover that it was a one way…so my sister suggested we park the vehicle and walk the distance to the sathram… by that time I was so pissed all I wanted to do was reach the mandapam and eat…so we started walking towards the mandapam…we walked and walked and walked but there was no sight of the sathram…I suggested we ask someone but preethi suggested we go back, get the vehicle and try to locate the mandapam…so we took the vehicle and reached the mandapam only to find that it was about 100 mts from the place where we decided to go and get the vehicle…aaaaargggghhhhh!!
Well anyway so we finally reached the sathram at around 8.30 and the function was over and most of the guests had started leaving…but thankfully the food was still there…but we thought it would be extremely rude if we directly attacked the food without even saying hello…so we went and met my cousin, saw the groom and paid our respects to my grandmothers 86 yr old sister…
After that one of my periammas took the responsibility of introducing us to the rest of the relatives…
She told us “there are nine ppl in our family sita, gita, vasantha, balaji, rajaram, sudha, ramakrishnan, ramdas and shankar narayanan” and pointed each one of them to my sister and me…
My sister and I: (only half listening): oh!! Appdiya…yevalavu periya kudumbam..
Periamma: ippo yelaroda perayum thiruppi sollu paakalam!!
My sister and I(thought) : what the $%$^$%&????
But just politely smiled…
And then we met a couple of relatives…the following was the conversation which took place between two of my relatives and my sister
Periamma 1(introducing my sister to another relative): meet preethi- graduate of BITS-Pilani and working for sathyam…preethi meet Sandhya ur grandmother’s sister’s first daughter’s second daughter and also the brother of Sridhar
Preethi: (striving for an intelligent _expression): Oh!! Eppidi irrukel??
Well after this conversation we went and had our dinner and after dinner there was another conversation which went something like this
Periamma 2(pointing to Sandhya[(the same one as in the previous conversation]) : Preethi…do u remember Sandhya ??
Preethi : Of course I do…Sandhya!! Sridhar’s wife!!
Sandhya : (with a sour expression): actually I m sridhar’s sister not his wife…
LOL!!! Well now u know how bright my sister is…needless to say sandhya was not very pleased.
Next I had about 13 different ppl coming and pulling my cheeks apart and telling me how they had last seen me when I was in diapers and how much I had grown in the pat 19 yrs!!ugh..what do they expect..that I will still attend the wedding in diapers eh?? Naana sonnen ivalavu naal yenna paaka vendam nu?? Cha!! That is one thing I cant stand in weddings “yevlunda irundha nee ivalavu perusa aaitiye”…
And how can I forget the kutcheris..
Some poor soul will be singing away to glory with not a single person carrying two hoots about the music..this was the conversation I heard between two maamis in the first row when the kutcheri was going on
Maami 1: yen di Ambujam indha podava nee yenga vangina??
Maami 2: indha podava naa RMKV lu vanginen...super collection…
Maami 1: aana nethiku dhaan rangam idhe madri pachai podava yum araku border um potundu vandhale…ava sundari silks lu vanginen nu sonna…nee yevalavu vela kooduthu vangina?? Ava 3000 rs kuduthalam??
Maami 2(with an expression of triumph on her face): oh ho!! Appdiya..na discount lu 2500 rs ku vanginen
All this while that poor soul was doing heavy alabanai in keeravani…ayyo pavam…
There were actually many many more incidents which happened that day but I m not able to recount them and this blog is getting way too long anyway!!
My next blog will be on the advantages of weddings and why i like them...;);)
P.S: Preethi if u r reading this then I m sorry but it is time u came to terms with the fact that ur IQ is equal to that of a DUMB jellyfish!! :D:D
Saturday, August 26, 2006
STATUATORY WARNING: Before u begin reading this blog let me tell u that it is a huge blog and might not interest most of u…so if u don’t want to know about what we did at AID please do not read further…I basically wrote this blog because akila and hema persuaded me to and it can get quite boring!!
I have wanted to pen down my experiences with AID India but never really found the time...OK!! Let me not bluff. I had plenty of time but no inclination to write about it till now...
Well let me begin at the beginning!!
The first day of my hols I called up AID Chennai’s office and got the number of a volunteer called prabha...i called her and spoke to her...she told me in brief about the activities undertaken by AID-India. She patiently answered all my (somewhat silly) questions. When I expressed my interest to be a volunteer she gave me the number of another lady called Chandra who was in charge of volunteers...
I called Chandra and she was equally helpful and polite and asked me to come and meet her around 11 pm...Next I called my friend Akila (who also wanted to join AID) and told her about this and together the two of us went to the AID office where we met Chandra and she briefed us about what AID is and asked us what kind of work we would like to do
--> Field work
--> Desk work
We told her that we preferred to do field work and she said our primary job would be to teach Tamil to children from rural areas and slums. Initially I was a little apprehensive because my knowledge of Tamil is....well the less said the better...I m not exactly thiruvaluvar when it comes to Tamil if u know what I mean..
But Chandra assured me that all we had to do was teach the kids the basics of Tamil. I thought I could manage that so the next day she asked us to come so that we could be trained on how to use the reading and balwaadi kit
The balwaadi is basically a place where we have kids in the age group 1-4...really small kids and our task was to teach them the basic colors, shapes, animals and teach them rhymes. The kit basically has a lot of other stuff too but I don’t feel like going into detail
Well we came the next day and a volunteer called gomathi explained to us how we must use the reading kit and the day after that we started teaching. Before going into that I would like to mention that the most touching thing about these volunteers is that they have devoted their entire lives to the cause of AID. They get a monthly salary of 2500...today almost everyone’s monthly salary is equal to these peoples annual salary. But still these people after having done engineering, medicine, banking and such respectable courses have devoted their whole lives to a cause. It is really assuring to know that such people still exist in the world...
Well I m deferring from the topic. The next day we went to the balwaadi where we spent an hour with really small kids from really poor and rural backgrounds. They were underfed malnourished and naturally lacked basic cleanliness and hygiene. We started off by singing songs, playing with those kids, showing them the different shapes sizes colors animal’s vegetable fruits etc...
That’s me telling the kids a story(most of them seem to be looking at the camera but I assure u I m a good story teller. After all I write exams conducted by anna univ ;);)!!)
The best thing about these kids is their ever cheerfulness... i mean I cant even begin to imagine the kind of dreary lives these kids lead...I was sure that most of their fathers were drunkards and the kind of filthy language and profanity that these kids used didn’t leave much to imagination about the kind of language used at their homes. But they were all so cheerful and happy as if they possessed all happiness and didn’t want anything from life
We have a lot to learn from them. I mean we are never satisfied about anytihing...we always want something bigger and better...its not wrong to be ambitious but not at the cost of happiness. These kids have nothing and yet they are so happy. And us? Let me take my example...I begged my parents to get me a cell phone and now that I have got it I want a better model...if I get a better model I will want one with a camera or better features. It just goes on...
There is no end to our desires.. But these kids are a perfect example of "we have one life. Let’s make the best out of it"
Next after finishing the balwaadi we went to the nearby corporation school where we had to teach fifth std kids the basic Tamil alphabet (for ppl who know me QUIT laughing. I know Tamil quite well now!!)...I was quite shocked when I heard that fifth std kids studying in a Tamil medium school didn’t know the basic alphabet. apparently it is a government rule that irrespective of the fact whether the child attends class or not he is supposed to be promoted to the next class…initially I thought it was absurd but later after I thought about it kind of made sense because if the children fail the parents immediately pull them out of school thinking that they are not learning anything. so corporation schools figure that it is better to have children who are failures than not have children at all… (personally I think the parents must be educated first. I mean these schools provide the children with books uniform and a midday meal. what more can these parents ask for? but no the parents have to crib and give some excuse for not sending the child to school)
But seriously this kids were pathetically hopeless(I use pathetically hopeless for want of a better adjective) and everyday given my short temper I flew off my handle umpteen number of times and felt like strangling those kids…thanks to hema and akila there were no causalities!! Patience is one more thing that I began to learn in those fifteen days…I learnt to be patient with those kids because they are not our normal kids with normal upbringing and background. they are kids who have been abused ill treated not fed properly and what not!
Later the teacher/staff of the corporation school told us about the backgrounds of some of the troublesome children…one of the child’s mother had attempted suicide by trying to immolate herself but was rescued and now is in a state of depression(which obviously tells on the kid)..another child’s mother had been in an accident and had lost an arm. yet another child had a father who was a drunkard and abused the mother in front of the kids. it is at times like this that I feel we live in a really cocooned atmosphere with absolutely no knowledge about what the real world is like. our sphere of understanding covers only our parents (who obviously shield us from such things) our friends (who are with u most of the times to chill and have fun), our teachers (who cater to our academic growth)…we never really get time (or lets say never really want to) interact with ppl who are less fortunate than us…personally I feel that god has been very very kind to us and we should count our blessings each and every minute of our life!!
These fifteen days have truly been a learning and eye opening experience for me…I have no idea what these kids learnt from me and what they will be in future but what I have learnt from them is priceless and something which I hope I will never forget all my life!!
Hems Akil and I with the kids!!!
Monday, July 31, 2006
WOW!! placed..that word feels like music to my ears...i have been placed..i am no longer unemployed..i belong to a company called Cognizant Technology Solutions...from an absolutely jobless dog one second i have a become a Program Analyst Trainee..it is a euphoric feeling.. i mean it might not be offering the greatest salary or might not be the best company...to me being placed is all that matters..i have this feeling that somehow these three years of engineering studies have paid off(though deep down inside me i know that they havent..i m still as ignorant as i was about three years back..only improvement being the fact that i write stories more efficirntly in my exam papers thanks to anna university!!!)..nowadyas with the huge boom in the S/W market it is not all that tough to get a job, with almost evryone making a job with a minimum salary of 2 per annum it is not such a great thing to have a made a job but i have this peaceful and relaxed feeling..and personally i guess making a job is just a matter of luck..u need loads of luck..u need to get into the right interviewing panel, get the right amount of questions correct in ur aptitude(some companies have an upper cut off and if that is crossed u dont get thru the aptitude..so some ppl actually underperform to get thru the aptitude)..the fact that a moron like me has been placed makes it very clear that it is indeed a matter of luck and also gives u a fair idea about the kind of job market out there...never in my wildest dreams had i thought that i would be placed in the first company..well i guess i just have to thank god for this absolutely brilliant stroke of luck...now i am just gonna sit back and relax and totally enjoy the final year of my engineering!!
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Well I just had to blog about this incident because this is the first time something like this had happened to me… I had been to spencers with a couple of my friends for my friends birthday and we just ventured into Landmark for some window shopping and browsing through the new arrivals(c’mon seriously now who goes to that place to actually buy something)… and after killing time for about 45 mins we left the place…now as we were leaving the place we had to pass through this security check…never having been caught in one I just sauntered past it lazily knowing that it was just a formality but would u believe it the bloody thing beeped as if I were carrying a few AK-47’s, some dynamites and stuff like that… naturally I was psyched…I thought that it had probably beeped because of the keys and loose change I was carrying in my bag…but even after I had removed them the darned thing continued to beep…and the security guard at the exit asked me to wait separately and there I stood like a criminal waiting for the judges final decision with all the customers staring at me as if I was gonna steal their belongings the next moment… then the manager or some big fart came and asked me to empty the contents of my bag which I gladly did….and I took out the book “how opal Mehta got kissed got wild and got a life” which I had borrowed from my brother in law, some old cd’s, my purse and laid them on the table for them to examine…and he gave me a withering look picked up the book and started turning the pages(expecting to find what??some ganja??sorry I m not Rahul Mahajan)… and he stopped on page 171 with a triumphant look on his face…where did u buy this book?? He asked me waving it in my face…now how the hell am I supposed to know where my BIL got it and said so…. And as if he were the combination of sherlock holmes and hercule poirot he said “well madam if this is your book why aren’t u able to tell us where u bought it and other details”…”well because its not my book u moron” I wanted to scream but all that came out was a meek “its not my book..i borrowed it”…by this time I was dying to know what that fool had found on page 171…it was a bar code tag of the book which is usually present outside the book and which when u buy the book is removed by the person at the counter…some dumb person had removed the tag from the outside and stuck it inside the book when my BIL had bought it… till then it didn’t strike me that I had checked in my bag at the baggage counter at the entrance… finally there was a kind man who came in and asked the person at the counter to run the bar code through a check and they found out that the book had been “bought” and not shop lifted about 3 months back…phew !!!It was then that I breathed a sigh of relief and passed through the check and thankfully the thing didn’t beep and the first thing my friend said when she met me was “stupid u had checked in your bag at the counter…u could have said that!!”…shit!! that didn’t strike me I squealed…
All this nonsense because of a dumb book which wasn’t an interesting read also..cha!!
P.S: it was much much later that I realized that that book had been banned from the shelves of all book shops because of copyright issues and I could have used that also as defense!! : D: D
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
1. I decide to sleep at 4.00 in the morning and get up at 12.00 pm…after all my body needs eight hours of sleep and it is up to my body to decide which eight hours of the day it must be…I have asked a lot of people this question and I have got really dumb answers the dumbest being “only prostitutes stay awake during night”…LOL :):)…I m sure the call centre workers wont take that accusation lightly
2. I decide to study just two days before the exam after wasting the whole semester and also the study hols?? I mean anyway whatever I study early in the semester doesn’t stay in my head till the exams. I anyway have to study everything afresh before the exams. Why do double work?? Might as well study everything before the exams itself!!
3. I decide to eat chocolate ice cream at café coffee day…I mean just because it is coffee day doesn’t mean I have to necessarily drink coffee. I hate that concoction anyway..i get really pissed when people ask me “you are eating chocolate ice cream at coffee day” as if I was caught taking drugs at coffee day!!!
4. I decide to do something that not everyone is doing… let me give u an example.. in the fifth semester we had choice to take any elective which we wished..we had to choose from numerical methods, advanced java and multimedia.. now I opted for java (only 13 people from a department 130 opted for that elective)..and I had people coming and advising me to take multimedia because everyone else was talking it and take numerical methods because it was more scoring.. I actually had people in the dept taking up either of the electives just because their friends were taking it…it makes me sick… don’t they have a mind of their own?? I think I took java not because I exceptionally skilled in the subject or anything but just as a challenge to show that I could do it…ok I probably did not score as much as my friends in numerical methods but that is not the point…I cant stand sheep mentality i.e. doing something just because scores of other people are doing it!!!
5. I laugh loud and long… I mean laughter is the best medicine right?? Well I have had people coming and telling me not to laugh so hard because it is not lady like!!!now I cant help it if I laugh like a hyena...that is just the way I express my happiness…and if they tell me not laugh like that because it disturbs them then I don’t mind mending my ways but not to laugh like that just because it is not ladylike just bugs the shit outta me…I cant stand people who titter and giggle because that totally irritates me…
i cant think of any more whats wrong if's but i ll keep updating this post!! :):)
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Friday, May 12, 2006
I have had lots of interesting converstions with CV..this is one of them!!
1. first was the time when i had just joined school and i was summoned by CV in the staff room(the mortuary like room near the commerce section) and this was the conversation which took place between us..
CV: Vanga ma Revadhi(spelling mistake intended..thats how he pronounced my name)
Revathi: Good morning sir
CV: Neenga dhaane ma Gujarat lendhu vandhurkenga??(grins brightly showing all his "flawless teeth")
Revathi(thinks): ayyo pei!!!!!!!!!!!
Revathi says: yes sir...
CV: have u learnt sex in your school ma?
Revathi(thinks): what the @$*%^@&^*#*??
Revathi says(with a flabbergasted expression):Sorry sir??
Vijaya ma'am pipes from the nearby chair: U would surely have learnt sex in 7th ma!!
CV(irritated): yenna ma muzhikarenga?? sex padichadhu ila ya??Venn diagram,Major sex,Minor sex...etc...
Revathi(with a sigh of relief): oh!!!!!!sets a sir(stressing on the letter 't' )..yes sir padichiruken!!
CV: Good ma..i was going to teach something related to sex and i just wanted to know if everyone had done it
Revathi(thinks): Shit man wish i could roll on the floor and laugh
Revathi says: thank u sir..(for what??teaching us sex??LOL)..May i go now?
CV: yes ma ..just tell everyone that i m going to teach sex next class
Revathi with a grin: sure sir!!
LOL!! i had a great laugh that day!! :D:D:D
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
After reading the hindu in chennai (which if i may say is a really good paper with impeccable language and content) it was quite a shock for me when i started reading the Times of India..i mean u have stuff like "Naomi Campbells's dress plays peekaboo at a recent fashion show" right below the heading "TIMES OF INDIA" on the first page..and its not just a rare occasion..everyday the Times makes it a point to put up some really cheap article as its headlines...once there was a headline which said "Kylie Minogue shows her middle finger at reporters" and one more "Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes to sell pictures of their baby for 1 million dollars"... i mean do we really need to know such stuff..and the best part is that these items occupy hardly ten lines on the left corner of the 13th page..seriously the times has to come up with some other strategy to attract readers.
Now for the part which really shocked me..when i expresed my revulsion towards such articles in the times to my mom she says "well the Times caters to readers like u doesnt it?? you enjoy such articles and i m sure it is the piece of news you read first..youngsters like u enjoy page3 articles and he has got a newspaper to sell..and he is willing to use any strategy"...well i will not be a hypocrite..yes i do read news items like that..but that is not the first thing i read...i mean y would i read something on the left corner of the thirteenth page which only mildly interests me..the first thing i read is the sports page and then i got to the sudoku and then read the rest of the paper..but i was just thinking about the way my parents and scores of other parents feel about youngsters like us..my mother thinks i m so enamored by celebrities and their lives that the only thing i read when i get my hands on the newspaper are page 3 articles and no amount of my explaining my stand had any effect on her...
Makes me think that we are a really misunderstood generation sometimes...:(:(
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Last week my cousin was teaching her three year old kid some rhymes and being the ultimate vetti that I am I was just listening to them when suddenly I felt that the English rhymes which we teach children and those which we have grown up learning are in really bad taste. here are a few examples
humpty dumpty sat on a wall
humpty dumpty had a great fall and so on…
now tell me does a three year old kid have to read such violent stuff about poor humpty falling and cracking his head(and the book my niece was reading had pictures of humpty falling and cracking his head)
they could atleast have ended it on a positive note by saying that the kings men were able to lift humpty…but no..they have to be as crude and heartless as possible
I felt like re writing the poem like this
Humpty dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty dumpty had a great ball
He liked to play with one and all
Or something like that…
little miss muffet sat on a tuffet
eating her curds and whey
there came a big spider and sat down beside her
and frightened miss muffet away
now again we have poor miss muffet being scared away by a mean spider and not able to eat in peace..and they also give pictures in these rhyme books where miss muffet upturns the whole bowl of curds and whey on herself and my niece promptly wanted to try the same thing with her bowl of cerelac..
jack and jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water
jack fell down and broke his crown and jill came tumbling after
this is one of the worst rhymes ever…I mean what is the purpose of having rhymes..just have easy small words which rhyme with each other right?? Well I can think of so many words to rhyme with water and down..for that matter I can change this rhyme with the same words in the following manner
jack and jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water
jack came down and found a crown and jill came running after..
see what I mean…I can think of so many other examples.. about little bo peep losing her sheep,ten little soldiers standing on a wall and one by one they fall and finally the last one commits suicide or something like that…. as if we don’t have enough violence in this world we expose our children to stuff like this even before they start teething…
but if u take our own traditional rhymes in our regional languages we have so many sensible and sweet lullabies and rhymes
I can think of a few which my grandmother used to say to put us to sleep..
One was “nila nila odi va..malia melai odi va….”
Another one was “amma ingey va va..aasai mutham that ha….”
And so many others…
Personally I have nothing against the English language or anything but after I listened to my cousin teaching those rhymes to her daughter I just felt that we could have better and non-violent rhymes with morals like our regional languages..
Friday, April 28, 2006
3 POWERS TAG
Tagged by LOGIC
What kinda power(s) would you choose, if you could undergo bad-ass mutations? You can mention a maximum of 3 powers you'd like. And try to be imaginative....
1. to be able to go home whenever i miss home and to be able to come to hostel whenever i miss hostel..
2. to have good food whenever the cook in the mess dishes out some unidentifiable,inpalatable,inaesthetic looking food..
3.to be able to have a good novel as soon as i hear of it instead of waiting for someone to finish it and give it to me or waiting for the librarian to issue it to me...i tag anyone who is jobless enough to read this ;) ;)....
Monday, April 17, 2006
Aaaarrghh!!!its that time fo the year again..EXAM TIME...
Shit!!!why why the hell do we have exams..i mean who the hell are those bloody pompus people sitting in anna university to test my knowledge and keep exams..why do they have to screw us EVERY six months????the past four months have been pur bliss...even as a formality i havent picked up my books..and as for those pathetic misnomers called "unit tests" i have never really cared....
we had our college culturals called INSTINCTS and i had amazing fun for two weeks...and then we had the farewell for the seniors..hostel farewell department farewell...so almost a month gone in that..this semester has more or less flown and before i can say "what"??? the exams are looming on top of my head with people rushing to take xerox,borrowing books from the library(ugh!!) and booking tickets to go home for the study hols..and before i know the study hols(another misnomer) will be over and we will be writing our exams...and then it will be the time for 3 o clock in the morning chais,can-u-please-wake-me-up-after-5-minutes and ofcourse damn-i-havent-studied-a-thing just 12 hours before the exam.....
well basically the bottomline and the reason i wrote this blog is because i absolutely LOATHE exams and i dont wanna study!!:(:(:(...
P.S: kindly excuse this blog..i was in a highly strung state when i wrote this :):)....
Phew!!! I never thought i would get around to writing about this cliched topic...infact when i started this blog i promised myself that the one topic i wouldnt discuss about would be love...but for the past few days i have heard of so many incidents of people who have been in love for a long time that my hands are itching to write about it...incidentally these people have been in love for a long time but i was unaware of it..and for people who know me i m still angry that u dint care to tell me:):):)..thats what i found kind of funny..when i asked one of my friends as to why i had been kept in the dark about her affair she told me that i wouldnt understand and also because i was against love...
well yes i agree with the first part...i just cant understand how people fall in love and can forego going home just to stay with their er ah um....boyfriends/girlfrineds(i m serious..one of my friends refused to go home during the study hols coz she wanted to spend "quality time" with her boyfriend)...i cant imagine putting up witnh the hostel food,washing my own clothes just to stay with my BF..and i dont think there would ever be a day in my life when my parents(who incidentally are the people who have taken care of me for the past 20 yrs before mr.x er swept me off my feet) would occupy a lower position in the list of the people i love..i think i ll always be indebted to them for what they have done for me....and for petes sake how can some person whom i have known only for a couple of months be more important tha ur parents...
anyways coming to the second part of the insinuation against me that i m aginst love i completely put my foot down...i mean i really respect people who are in love..most of these people who i know have been in love from their 11th std...now in the elventh i couldnt even make descions like whether i wanted to have idly for breakfast or bread!!and i still cant for that matter!!!!!and there were people who had actually decided whom they wanted to spend their whole life with..i mean i m sure it would have taken tremendous courage on their part to actually take such a major decision in life..that is one thing which i respect about them..another thing is how brave they are..none of their parents know that they are in love and all of them are extremely confident of the fact that their parents will eventually come around to it..one of my friends who is a brahmin loves this guy who is a christian and i cant even imagine how they ll react in her house!!!so i guess it take a lot of bravery and courage to go and fall in love without caring a damn about the odds...but like one of my friends says "u dont go around asking abt the guys caste and financial status before falling in love..it just happens..it is a feeling i cant describe..it is something which u have to experience"...well as an experienced person i guess what she says is true!!!
so finally for all those people who thought/think that i m against love I RESPECT U GUYS :D:D:D:D....
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
"Can i have one more of those salty donuts"???asked my 5 year old cousin in his all american distinct twang looking perfectly adorable in a power rangers T-shirt and with a bar of candy in his hand...salty donuts???i was stumped....a food item which i was not aware of??it took me quite a while to understand that he was actually talking about our local medu vada!!!
i looked at him and wondered about his future and the future of all the ABCDs..he was an american citizen(owing to the fact that his parents had been in the states for the past 15 years)..how would he view himself 20 yrs from now...as an americanised indian or totally american??what would he say if his parents(who had their roots in india) told him that it was wrong to date at the age of 15??and when he faced the outer world would he be discriminated because of his brown skin and distinct indian features and a name like adarsh subramanian(which by the way has been shortened to adash mani by the americans..wonder whats so difficult about adarsh)..before sept 11 i dont think i would have worried so much..but with the security becoming tighter and tighter in airports and when everyone with a different sounding name and a beard is viewed with suspicion i m not so sure..
Coming back to my cousin when i asked him if he would like to come back to india he told me "the waterrr(spelling mistake intended) here is so salty that it makes me wanna puke and the bugs(read mosquitoes) bother me.i think i like baltimore better"..at that time i laughed but when i gave thought to it i realised that they are so used to luxuries that even if they decide to migrate to india its going to be tough for them to adjust..they cant imagine sleeping on a mat,eating with hands,walking to a place(its always "are we gonna drive??") and so many other things.
And as for me there is no place in this world i would rather be than india and particularly chennai..india with its politics,oppressive weather,reservations in educational institutions and poverty has something so attractive about it that i dont think i could ever leave it let alone thinking of getting an american citizenship and being confused all my life about whether i m an american with roots in india or an indian with a life in america??i would rather be in a country which has been my home for so long and where i have the freedom to do anything and be close to my near and dear ones than be in a country where i have to slog to get a green card,visit my country only once in two years and give up my culture just for the sake of earning a little extra money..Though it may sound cliched "There is no place like home" and wild horses couldnt drive me to the US of A..and who knows if we just wait long enough maybe we would see a day when the economic times headline screams "one dollar=1 rupee";);)