I thought I'd just put down SOMETHING.Anything that comes to my mind since I havent been blogging for long. Well, my friends suggested I should write on more serious issues. Now the SERIOUSNESS of issues varies from person to person. I might find the Jessica Lal case serious, another would find the whole thing of IPL [Indian Premier League, for those who dont know] very serious. Another would find Mayawati's comments about Rahul Gandhi serious another would find Anbumani Ramadoss's constant bickering of celebrities not to smoke in public or rather giving up smoking serious. So how serious is SERIOUS ?! According to dictionary.com, serious means the following:
as an adjective
1. of, showing, or characterized by deep thought.
2. of grave or somber disposition, character, or manner: a serious occasion; a serious man.
3. being in earnest; sincere; not trifling: His interest was serious.
4. requiring thought, concentration, or application: serious reading; a serious task.
5. weighty or important: a serious book; Marriage is a serious matter.
6. giving cause for apprehension; critical: The plan has one serious flaw.
7. Medicine/Medical. (of a patient's condition) having unstable or otherwise abnormal vital signs and other unfavorable indicators, as loss of appetite and poor mobility: patient is acutely ill. –
as a noun
8. that which is of importance, grave, critical, or somber: You have to learn to separate the serious from the frivolous.
Now after some food for thought and the fundamentals of the word "serious", allow me to continue with the discussion [of which I have no idea how to proceed but will go on, nonetheless]
Personally, I'm a person who takes everything concerning my life very seriously. I try to be level headed/light-hearted/the so called COOL person ! but just CANNOT ! I'm always in complete awe and appreciation of those who ARE what I mentioned now, who are always so optimistic and all happy! However, I wonder whether they really are so happy or pretend to be so. Beyond a certain limit, I feel no one can pretend. Anyway, God bless those who are like this and God help those who only worry and worry and worry about today, tomorrow [sounds like the Fiama Di Wills Soap Ad, lol] and yesterday [my inclusion! :)] Of which, I am the best example who belongs to the second category and trying to change my attitude towards life and towards myself.
I know this post made no sense whatsoever but just felt like blogging SOMETHING and thats what I exactly did!
Thursday 17 April 2008
Saturday 22 March 2008
Childhood Reminiscence – II
As I was telling you in my previous post, that I was a brat when I was a child, here’s one incident to tell you how I would always prove my point.
I guess I was in my 1st or 2nd Std then. My classmate had given me her phone number. We were all exchanging our telephone numbers and when I asked her, she gave me hers too. Now the number she gave me started with zero! It was something like 02546314…
[maybe, even in those days, she found the necessity to give the std codes :)]
Well, now the setting moves home. I prolly take the telephone and start trying to reach her number. Now as you all would’ve guessed by now, I wasn’t quite getting through the number. My dad seeing me dialling again and again, comes and checks up what I’m up to. He sees the number I’m trying and politely tells me that, “my dear, this number starts with zero. There’s no number that starts with zero so there’s no use trying. Your friend has given you a wrong number.”
Hearing this, I was very offended that my dad blamed my friend [I know, he didn’t but I was VERY short tempered then] I look at my dad and say, “If a number can start with six (my house number started with six), then a number can also start with zero.” And I continued dialling her number.
My dad was surprised at my remark, laughed and was like, “look at the way this girl talks” and left me alone trying the number, in a way making me learn my own fault.
I guess I was in my 1st or 2nd Std then. My classmate had given me her phone number. We were all exchanging our telephone numbers and when I asked her, she gave me hers too. Now the number she gave me started with zero! It was something like 02546314…
[maybe, even in those days, she found the necessity to give the std codes :)]
Well, now the setting moves home. I prolly take the telephone and start trying to reach her number. Now as you all would’ve guessed by now, I wasn’t quite getting through the number. My dad seeing me dialling again and again, comes and checks up what I’m up to. He sees the number I’m trying and politely tells me that, “my dear, this number starts with zero. There’s no number that starts with zero so there’s no use trying. Your friend has given you a wrong number.”
Hearing this, I was very offended that my dad blamed my friend [I know, he didn’t but I was VERY short tempered then] I look at my dad and say, “If a number can start with six (my house number started with six), then a number can also start with zero.” And I continued dialling her number.
My dad was surprised at my remark, laughed and was like, “look at the way this girl talks” and left me alone trying the number, in a way making me learn my own fault.
Childhood Reminiscence- I
When I was small, (I mean, age wise. Those who know me, DON’T LAUGH!) I would be very talkative and would give back answers to those who would disagree with me.
But here is one of my most fondest memories which has nothing to do with my behaviour but my very cute and attractive personality when I was small [oh, those good ol’ days]
Whenever my parents would decide to go out for dinner, the first question I would ask is as long as there’s A.C. [Air-Conditioners], I’d come :) and my parents would be like, “yeah right, as if this madam was born with a silver spoon, she wants A.C wherever she goes.” [hehe! Considering now I’m not too fond of A.C. and feel really sick when the A.C. is on in a car] These memories of mine are all during my K.G. to 3rd STD age group.
Anyway, one day we went out for dinner to Copper Chimney at Bandra, Mumbai with a family friend of ours. We ordered for Punjabi food, the usual Roti, palak panneer, butter chicken and I love Pineapple Raita, so ordered for that [you all must taste pineapple raita in some good Punjabi joint where they really whip the curd well, add the right amount of sugar and add pieces of pineapple. Ummm, ok I know I go too much into the specifics :)]
So here comes my pineapple raita [its lovely to have it with the spicy stuff that you order] and they’ve put cherries in it also. Now I love all fruits except banana, so I was thrilled to have cherries too! Here’s the part I’m not too clear as to what happened, but I guess either someone else finished the cherries that I wanted or that I finished the cherries and was wanting more. So here I was craving and whining for more cherries. There was this cute waiter who was serving us and he saw me whining away to glory!
AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES??!!
Well, this waiter after like five minutes, gets me a bowl of just cherries for me!!
Yes, like around 10 cherries JUST FOR ME!! Gives me a cute smile and I get all so excited and thrilled and happy!! That was one of the sweetest things any stranger has done for me! In that excitement, I don’t know whether I even thanked the waiter but I’ll be forever thankful for his wonderful deed. Don’t you think that was one of the most thoughtful things anyone could do to you? Any stranger would do for you?
Will always remember this incident in my life and if that waiter is ever gonna read my blog, a BIG THANK YOU!! You made my day that day!
I’m not sure whether the uncle who came with us ordered it for me without my knowledge, if so, I thank him as well! :)
But here is one of my most fondest memories which has nothing to do with my behaviour but my very cute and attractive personality when I was small [oh, those good ol’ days]
Whenever my parents would decide to go out for dinner, the first question I would ask is as long as there’s A.C. [Air-Conditioners], I’d come :) and my parents would be like, “yeah right, as if this madam was born with a silver spoon, she wants A.C wherever she goes.” [hehe! Considering now I’m not too fond of A.C. and feel really sick when the A.C. is on in a car] These memories of mine are all during my K.G. to 3rd STD age group.
Anyway, one day we went out for dinner to Copper Chimney at Bandra, Mumbai with a family friend of ours. We ordered for Punjabi food, the usual Roti, palak panneer, butter chicken and I love Pineapple Raita, so ordered for that [you all must taste pineapple raita in some good Punjabi joint where they really whip the curd well, add the right amount of sugar and add pieces of pineapple. Ummm, ok I know I go too much into the specifics :)]
So here comes my pineapple raita [its lovely to have it with the spicy stuff that you order] and they’ve put cherries in it also. Now I love all fruits except banana, so I was thrilled to have cherries too! Here’s the part I’m not too clear as to what happened, but I guess either someone else finished the cherries that I wanted or that I finished the cherries and was wanting more. So here I was craving and whining for more cherries. There was this cute waiter who was serving us and he saw me whining away to glory!
AND YOU KNOW WHAT HE DOES??!!
Well, this waiter after like five minutes, gets me a bowl of just cherries for me!!
Yes, like around 10 cherries JUST FOR ME!! Gives me a cute smile and I get all so excited and thrilled and happy!! That was one of the sweetest things any stranger has done for me! In that excitement, I don’t know whether I even thanked the waiter but I’ll be forever thankful for his wonderful deed. Don’t you think that was one of the most thoughtful things anyone could do to you? Any stranger would do for you?
Will always remember this incident in my life and if that waiter is ever gonna read my blog, a BIG THANK YOU!! You made my day that day!
I’m not sure whether the uncle who came with us ordered it for me without my knowledge, if so, I thank him as well! :)
Wednesday 19 March 2008
The Episode of the Broken Chair
The untold story you all have been waiting for to read and I have been waiting to tell!
Well, here it goes. I must mention that what I am about to share with you is a true life incident and this is a hearsay account of my mum and grandmom. Therefore, I am personally not a party to the incident.
One day, when I was seated in the hall with my mom and grandmom, they started talking about what happened that day. The following is the narrated indirect speech report of what was told to me (with my usual masala to make it sound like an interesting story not affecting the very essence of the story)
The morning began with its usual routine of my mom and grandmom getting up in the morning, preparing breakfast and going about other chores. I as usual went to college, during which time, something had happened.
My servant lady, Anjala (whom my dad fondly calls Angelina Jolie! Hehe!) comes home around 11 am or so. While entering the house, she notices a broken or battered chair made of steel with a bamboo strewn seat (you know the ones you would see in offices in earlier days) kept INSIDE OUR GARDEN AREA near the compound wall!! (I mean, the small stretch around our house where we do some plantation carefully administered by mom) We lock the gates every night and whoever gets up first, opens the lock in the morning and collects the milk packets hanging on it. My mom did the same old thing that day but DID NOT notice THIS CHAIR! But my dear Angelina, oops Anjala, saw it and immediately reported it to my mum. Now all the ladies in the house were like “What the hell is a BROKEN CHAIR doing INSIDE and how did it get in considering we LOCK the gate?” So there emerged the case of the mystery chair.
Finally, after much contemplation, they inferred that the chair was lifted up and deposited inside (Our wall is not very high) by SOMEONE! (Let me call that someone, X) Now guys, tell me. Why do you think X would place it inside our house?? for safe custody of stolen material? X was too tired carrying it? thought our house was some kind of go-down/garage? Well, as you know that an idle mind is a devil’s worshop, so you can invent as many reasons as possible. Now as the women were discussing this very exciting development in our otherwise routine-domestic lives, my dear maid expressed her desire. She wished to sell the chair since she did not foresee any person to come and claim ownership (Commerce students would know the whole right of bailer/bailee crap which we find so irritating to study but which any person of common sense would understand and my maid has plenty of sense :) ) So she prolly picked up the chair (the exciting object of which I did not have the opportunity to see with my very own eyes :(, I know, sad) anyway, I’ll continue, she prolly picked up the chair and went to sell it off (My mom said that since it was made of iron/steel, she would be able to fetch some price for the metal)
My dear Anjala having left, the SOMEONE, yes right, people, X appeared from nowhere. Oh, let me correct myself, the SOMEONES came, the Xs, yes! there appeared two young gentlemen (just giving them respect) I guess after making uncalled-for-search in our premises and realizing that their exercise was in vain rang the bell and asked my mom for the CHAIR ! (The following conversation is a translation from Tamil)
My mom in her indomitable style replied: “Chair! What chair??”
The gentlemen: “Aunty, the chair! We kept a chair here!! Where is the chair??”
Mom: “Why the hell did you keep a chair inside?? You think our house is some kind of a go-down for you to come along and dump anything you want?? I don’t know ANYTHING about your CHAIR!!
Gentlemen: “Please, aunty, please. Please tell us where the chair is!”
Mom: “I don’t know anything about your chair! Now please leave us alone and we have no idea about your stupid chair”
The gentlemen then left feeling highly disappointed.
My mom and grandmom were for a moment in a complete disbelief at what had transpired. After that, they just laughed over it and updated Anjala on the developments. As far as Anjala is concerned, she sold the chair, the earnings of which I’m not aware of! :(
I think this is the right time to tell you of another incident which happened a few weeks back along the same lines. My intriguing Anjala discovered two men shirts (of good quality) folded and lying outside our house. (I must say that Anjala has remarkably high observing and discovering capabilities) This time also, she disposed of the shirts.
This calls for some serious thinking now. WHY IN GOD’S NAME ARE PEOPLE DEPOSITING THEIR BELONGINGS IN OUR PREMISES?? It almost prompted me to make a thorough analysis of my house’s exterior whether it looks like some kind of safe custody agency/ go-down/ second-hand market. But my common sense put sense in me that my house, in fact, DID NOT look like any of the above! My home is a normal home like any other, I’m serious!
So if you can find any possible reason for the occurrence of such happenings, you are free to give your inferences except for the inference that it was just plain COINCIDENCE!
Till date, we don’t know who those people are and why they perform such activities. They were and have remained anonymous.
Well, here it goes. I must mention that what I am about to share with you is a true life incident and this is a hearsay account of my mum and grandmom. Therefore, I am personally not a party to the incident.
One day, when I was seated in the hall with my mom and grandmom, they started talking about what happened that day. The following is the narrated indirect speech report of what was told to me (with my usual masala to make it sound like an interesting story not affecting the very essence of the story)
The morning began with its usual routine of my mom and grandmom getting up in the morning, preparing breakfast and going about other chores. I as usual went to college, during which time, something had happened.
My servant lady, Anjala (whom my dad fondly calls Angelina Jolie! Hehe!) comes home around 11 am or so. While entering the house, she notices a broken or battered chair made of steel with a bamboo strewn seat (you know the ones you would see in offices in earlier days) kept INSIDE OUR GARDEN AREA near the compound wall!! (I mean, the small stretch around our house where we do some plantation carefully administered by mom) We lock the gates every night and whoever gets up first, opens the lock in the morning and collects the milk packets hanging on it. My mom did the same old thing that day but DID NOT notice THIS CHAIR! But my dear Angelina, oops Anjala, saw it and immediately reported it to my mum. Now all the ladies in the house were like “What the hell is a BROKEN CHAIR doing INSIDE and how did it get in considering we LOCK the gate?” So there emerged the case of the mystery chair.
Finally, after much contemplation, they inferred that the chair was lifted up and deposited inside (Our wall is not very high) by SOMEONE! (Let me call that someone, X) Now guys, tell me. Why do you think X would place it inside our house?? for safe custody of stolen material? X was too tired carrying it? thought our house was some kind of go-down/garage? Well, as you know that an idle mind is a devil’s worshop, so you can invent as many reasons as possible. Now as the women were discussing this very exciting development in our otherwise routine-domestic lives, my dear maid expressed her desire. She wished to sell the chair since she did not foresee any person to come and claim ownership (Commerce students would know the whole right of bailer/bailee crap which we find so irritating to study but which any person of common sense would understand and my maid has plenty of sense :) ) So she prolly picked up the chair (the exciting object of which I did not have the opportunity to see with my very own eyes :(, I know, sad) anyway, I’ll continue, she prolly picked up the chair and went to sell it off (My mom said that since it was made of iron/steel, she would be able to fetch some price for the metal)
My dear Anjala having left, the SOMEONE, yes right, people, X appeared from nowhere. Oh, let me correct myself, the SOMEONES came, the Xs, yes! there appeared two young gentlemen (just giving them respect) I guess after making uncalled-for-search in our premises and realizing that their exercise was in vain rang the bell and asked my mom for the CHAIR ! (The following conversation is a translation from Tamil)
My mom in her indomitable style replied: “Chair! What chair??”
The gentlemen: “Aunty, the chair! We kept a chair here!! Where is the chair??”
Mom: “Why the hell did you keep a chair inside?? You think our house is some kind of a go-down for you to come along and dump anything you want?? I don’t know ANYTHING about your CHAIR!!
Gentlemen: “Please, aunty, please. Please tell us where the chair is!”
Mom: “I don’t know anything about your chair! Now please leave us alone and we have no idea about your stupid chair”
The gentlemen then left feeling highly disappointed.
My mom and grandmom were for a moment in a complete disbelief at what had transpired. After that, they just laughed over it and updated Anjala on the developments. As far as Anjala is concerned, she sold the chair, the earnings of which I’m not aware of! :(
I think this is the right time to tell you of another incident which happened a few weeks back along the same lines. My intriguing Anjala discovered two men shirts (of good quality) folded and lying outside our house. (I must say that Anjala has remarkably high observing and discovering capabilities) This time also, she disposed of the shirts.
This calls for some serious thinking now. WHY IN GOD’S NAME ARE PEOPLE DEPOSITING THEIR BELONGINGS IN OUR PREMISES?? It almost prompted me to make a thorough analysis of my house’s exterior whether it looks like some kind of safe custody agency/ go-down/ second-hand market. But my common sense put sense in me that my house, in fact, DID NOT look like any of the above! My home is a normal home like any other, I’m serious!
So if you can find any possible reason for the occurrence of such happenings, you are free to give your inferences except for the inference that it was just plain COINCIDENCE!
Till date, we don’t know who those people are and why they perform such activities. They were and have remained anonymous.
Wednesday 12 March 2008
The Untitled
Hello everyone ! Now I am going to tell you a real life story EXCLUSIVELY !
Soon after I publish this post of my first own short story
During one of the personality development classes that I attended in college, the following is one such exercise which we were required to do. We had to frame an imaginative and creative story of our own using some words randomly given to us. The words are as follows:
Davos-tissue-blood- car radio-carpet-ball-apple-knife-footprints-coat-road-window-ambience-pathbreaking-news
When I saw these words first, I thought these would be very useful in framing a nice fictional mystery/thriller story. So here goes my first proper original short story of mine:
On a typical cold winter night in Davos, the Minister of Industries, K. Naik is still contemplating about what had happened over the past week. A renowned journalist and newspaper editor, Sudhesh Kaur had discovered certain confidential information regarding a foreign commercial agreement in which Naik had very conveniently roped in a lot of money for himself. Sudhesh was once a very good friend of Naik but then where is friendship spared in the dirty game of competitive politics. Thus, Naik was at stake. His involvement in the agreement would create a hell of a controversy. But Sudhesh being a shrewd journalist thought of getting himself richer through this leak out and called Naik home for negotiation.
They greet each other for the sake of doing it and Sudhesh makes two glasses of whisky on the rocks. Sudhesh soon comes to his point and proposes a huge sum to which Naik was dumbstruck. But he had no other choice than to accept his proposal since his everything was at stake-his post, his income, his standing in society and the welfare of his own family. He starts to sweat unusually and takes out a tissue to wipe himself. He looked out of the window totally ashamed by his actions and did not know what to do. He saw a cunning feel in the eyes of Sudhesh that troubled him. Seeing a knife pierced into an apple placed in a bowl on the table gave him strange and evil ideas. He felt like taking that knife and piercing it into the body of Sudhesh, his blood oozing out which would stain his coat and drop on the carpet. Then he would have to clean the carpet to remove all evidence and would also have to see that he left no fingerprints or footprints behind. After that, he would have to carry his body to the car and drive the corpse to a forbidden land and bury him like he had seen in most movies. This thought scared him even more and he finally agreed to make the deal with Sudhesh who was at the same time playing with a ball like paperweight. After shaking hands, Naik leaves and drives back home listening to his favourite program over the car radio. But this time, it did not amuse him like before. He imagined hearing from the same car radio, an announcement regarding the pathbreaking discovery of Naik in the international scam.
Now in his hotel room in Davos which had a nice posh comforting ambience, made no difference to Naik who knew that anytime anything could be done to distort his standing and maybe he would not able to come here the next year for the World Economic Forum.
Soon after I publish this post of my first own short story
During one of the personality development classes that I attended in college, the following is one such exercise which we were required to do. We had to frame an imaginative and creative story of our own using some words randomly given to us. The words are as follows:
Davos-tissue-blood- car radio-carpet-ball-apple-knife-footprints-coat-road-window-ambience-pathbreaking-news
When I saw these words first, I thought these would be very useful in framing a nice fictional mystery/thriller story. So here goes my first proper original short story of mine:
On a typical cold winter night in Davos, the Minister of Industries, K. Naik is still contemplating about what had happened over the past week. A renowned journalist and newspaper editor, Sudhesh Kaur had discovered certain confidential information regarding a foreign commercial agreement in which Naik had very conveniently roped in a lot of money for himself. Sudhesh was once a very good friend of Naik but then where is friendship spared in the dirty game of competitive politics. Thus, Naik was at stake. His involvement in the agreement would create a hell of a controversy. But Sudhesh being a shrewd journalist thought of getting himself richer through this leak out and called Naik home for negotiation.
They greet each other for the sake of doing it and Sudhesh makes two glasses of whisky on the rocks. Sudhesh soon comes to his point and proposes a huge sum to which Naik was dumbstruck. But he had no other choice than to accept his proposal since his everything was at stake-his post, his income, his standing in society and the welfare of his own family. He starts to sweat unusually and takes out a tissue to wipe himself. He looked out of the window totally ashamed by his actions and did not know what to do. He saw a cunning feel in the eyes of Sudhesh that troubled him. Seeing a knife pierced into an apple placed in a bowl on the table gave him strange and evil ideas. He felt like taking that knife and piercing it into the body of Sudhesh, his blood oozing out which would stain his coat and drop on the carpet. Then he would have to clean the carpet to remove all evidence and would also have to see that he left no fingerprints or footprints behind. After that, he would have to carry his body to the car and drive the corpse to a forbidden land and bury him like he had seen in most movies. This thought scared him even more and he finally agreed to make the deal with Sudhesh who was at the same time playing with a ball like paperweight. After shaking hands, Naik leaves and drives back home listening to his favourite program over the car radio. But this time, it did not amuse him like before. He imagined hearing from the same car radio, an announcement regarding the pathbreaking discovery of Naik in the international scam.
Now in his hotel room in Davos which had a nice posh comforting ambience, made no difference to Naik who knew that anytime anything could be done to distort his standing and maybe he would not able to come here the next year for the World Economic Forum.
Our Ambigram
This was done by one of our well wishers. Its called an ambigram which reads two different names when upside and down. Its our names: Vidya & Alice
Would like to specially thank Gigi for his work !
Learn to LIVE
This is my favourite poem. Something meaningful and genuine for a change !
Merry-Go-Round
Round and round
Soon life comes around
Roller coaster
What a toaster
Life becomes scarier than a monster
Twist and turn
Twirl and tide
Makes us hide,
From life's bad side
But very few abide
To this rule
Though it is too cool [:p]
It is like a cup of coffee
Bittersweet and tastes like Toffee
Once filled up to the brim
It can't hold no more
And there it remains grim
Waiting to be tasted
To be relished
Each and every sip...
And then comes along love
With its typical symbol of a dove
To deter us away from hate
Which spoils each one's fate
But we are ignorant
As we always are arrogant
Of what we want,
Of when we want,
Of why we want,
Out of life,
Out of love
True,true but what do we do
Since we are crude and brood
Over our past, present and future
We live life our way
Demand things to stay
Breaking rules and wishes
Just so our lives are bliss
To shine and stand out
We easily lose ourselves without doubt
To only end up fumbling and stumbling
And come back to our dwelling
Material things, material possessions
Makes us run hither to thither
But we forget one thing
That all that matters is people
And the rest is immaterial
So live life in its true bloom sense
With some fun and common sense
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