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.
Saturday, 22 March 2008
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
I is YOU
Ummmm.. this gets kinda too touchy and I must tell you that neither of us have been in a relationship before !
In your heart's place
There is an empty space
For someone to come in and
Make themselves an inn
I look around me
And find the world around you
It felt dry and cold earlier
And now it seems all warm and cozy
Is it because of my love to you
Or your happiness in receiving me?
I wonder,OH! how i wonder?
How it feels to fill that empty space
And make it a better place
To leave a permanent trace
But why must i leave any trace?
When i forever want to be within you
And i know you wish the same too
Then, why my dear?
Such indifference
When i want to make a difference
And that's why i will stay right here
Till i find out the reason for your aversion
Coz the feeling of your love speaks otherwise
Together, we can make the world a better place
Together, we can walk hand in hand along the sea shore
together, we can light our lives and glow in it
OH! my dear...Do let me in
In that place of your heart, and
Make me the king of your heart
I love being in you and you in me
Stay...Don't go...Oh please don't leave...
You have no right to remove me from you now
Its too late, Coz you are rooted in me
Like a deep inflicted scar...
I will walk with you to the world's end
But, if you leave me and go in the end
A part of me goes with you
Your single flash of a smile at me
Has disrupted me completely
I try to get you out of my system
But you are rooted to it like a stem
Now you tell me,
How do i get you out of my mind?
Out of my soul?, Out of my body?
Each moment with you occupies every cell within me
I don't just love you...i feel you alive in me
How do i forget you?? by killing you??
Guess that's the only way...I've to die too
Get you out of my mortal existence
But what about the aura around my dead body?
Can you put an end to that too?
OOH! Don't do this to me...Come back to me...
Put a stop to my insanity
Don't destroy my reason for living
Let me hold on to you like there is no tomorrow
Let us show to the world how good we are together
OH! Do come back to me...
Laas of compaeeny (Laws of Company)
I assure you that you will get a special prize if you could decipher and send us the correct interpretation of the below :
Compaeeny laa ees a veeary Intrsteng subject, no….?
You will staaart claash anshering attendance
You will leeaarn cashe laas by ASSbury!!
Where thaer ees aa confushun
About altra wires and intraa vyers
Oh! Isn’t eet the moost Intrsteng subject, no…?
Then you can file a cashe in the koat
There is nou confushun about vyers
But only abouch the directars Of the companeey!
Nou..nou…eet ees abouch
A chlash rep’s pooweers in caalege
Deed you understand?
Am I clear to aall of youu…Listening to me?
Yesh or nou….Follow me orr not…
If you don’t understand in claash
Youu cann get outch!
Youu cann do everytheeng on yar own
Doo articles, doo memoranduuum
The aasshes that we are,
Gawd will never forgive ush
But believe us lord, we can’t Stop LAUGHING!!
I haad only honaastly accepth
Don’t tell me eet’s your aabit
You must reaalisee the seriousness
But LAUGHING is onlee naturaaal
And let mee summarisee it
Compaaneey’s act cannot be chainged
Poer me that aftar 20 yeears
I have to keep injecting you weeth injuction!
Are you steel listening…?
Of coursee….arent we learning
About injections, syrengie, medicines and band aids
In companeey laa….So do we haav to listen….?
On checond thoughts…Yesh we haav to listen
For our internals are comeeenn
So chwich aan your brains
To the companeey doing laaa!
Listen to ush….aal of youu 3A1 studensh……
Companeey laa clash is Veeary impotanch
So letch your creeativee brains
Run free……..!!
So lishen up everybody!
Is it cleeear everybody?
Thee yend!! (Are you able to clear ? say yesh or nouu )
Compaeeny laa ees a veeary Intrsteng subject, no….?
You will staaart claash anshering attendance
You will leeaarn cashe laas by ASSbury!!
Where thaer ees aa confushun
About altra wires and intraa vyers
Oh! Isn’t eet the moost Intrsteng subject, no…?
Then you can file a cashe in the koat
There is nou confushun about vyers
But only abouch the directars Of the companeey!
Nou..nou…eet ees abouch
A chlash rep’s pooweers in caalege
Deed you understand?
Am I clear to aall of youu…Listening to me?
Yesh or nou….Follow me orr not…
If you don’t understand in claash
Youu cann get outch!
Youu cann do everytheeng on yar own
Doo articles, doo memoranduuum
The aasshes that we are,
Gawd will never forgive ush
But believe us lord, we can’t Stop LAUGHING!!
I haad only honaastly accepth
Don’t tell me eet’s your aabit
You must reaalisee the seriousness
But LAUGHING is onlee naturaaal
And let mee summarisee it
Compaaneey’s act cannot be chainged
Poer me that aftar 20 yeears
I have to keep injecting you weeth injuction!
Are you steel listening…?
Of coursee….arent we learning
About injections, syrengie, medicines and band aids
In companeey laa….So do we haav to listen….?
On checond thoughts…Yesh we haav to listen
For our internals are comeeenn
So chwich aan your brains
To the companeey doing laaa!
Listen to ush….aal of youu 3A1 studensh……
Companeey laa clash is Veeary impotanch
So letch your creeativee brains
Run free……..!!
So lishen up everybody!
Is it cleeear everybody?
Thee yend!! (Are you able to clear ? say yesh or nouu )
The first one - Mortifying Bliss
This was our first try. Still cant believe I could write this way! So unlike me.
She ran down the hallway
Her heart was hammering in her chest
But her mind forced her to run and run
And she knew that was the only way out from the gun
She heard its trigger 'Swooosshhh'
the bullet missed her by an inch
She bumped into him
They tumbled and fell down together
Rolling over each other,
they dropped into a pit
Both now exchanged glances as if in a fit
Those steel gray ones met
The deep blue of hers
His face was impassive
And she seemed evasive
Trying to save herself from falling into the iris' depth
They heard the gun shots again
And staggered to their feet
Her feet wasn't steady
But he was ready
Ready to hold her
Ready to grab her
Ready to love her
She pulled herself out of his grasp
Only to be pulled into a firmer clasp
He turned her to face him
The sound was deafening
She didn't know
If it was her heart or the shot
She was lost, terribly lost in his eyes
Totally lost in him
As if he had engulfed her in full
Like fire to wood
She was trembling in his hold
He brought his face close
Covering her mouth with his
She shrieked in fear
She hadn't felt this way before
But he had not done more,than place his lips on her
Oh! wish he could do more!
Her arms moved around his neck
His hold on her became stronger
He held to her possessively
He deepened the kiss
Leaving her nothing, but to respond
To his possessive urge
And before she knew ;
she floated away from him
Far far away into the ultimate darkness..........
* WARNING: The writers are not responsible for any bizarre reactions or consequences....
it is at the readers' own risk
Certified: A-Only people over and above 18 years are permitted to read further ;)
She ran down the hallway
Her heart was hammering in her chest
But her mind forced her to run and run
And she knew that was the only way out from the gun
She heard its trigger 'Swooosshhh'
the bullet missed her by an inch
She bumped into him
They tumbled and fell down together
Rolling over each other,
they dropped into a pit
Both now exchanged glances as if in a fit
Those steel gray ones met
The deep blue of hers
His face was impassive
And she seemed evasive
Trying to save herself from falling into the iris' depth
They heard the gun shots again
And staggered to their feet
Her feet wasn't steady
But he was ready
Ready to hold her
Ready to grab her
Ready to love her
She pulled herself out of his grasp
Only to be pulled into a firmer clasp
He turned her to face him
The sound was deafening
She didn't know
If it was her heart or the shot
She was lost, terribly lost in his eyes
Totally lost in him
As if he had engulfed her in full
Like fire to wood
She was trembling in his hold
He brought his face close
Covering her mouth with his
She shrieked in fear
She hadn't felt this way before
But he had not done more,than place his lips on her
Oh! wish he could do more!
Her arms moved around his neck
His hold on her became stronger
He held to her possessively
He deepened the kiss
Leaving her nothing, but to respond
To his possessive urge
And before she knew ;
she floated away from him
Far far away into the ultimate darkness..........
Stupid but highly funny Dry Runs at college
I am going to post all the dry runs, me and my classmate Vidya did during the Compaeny LAA (Company Law) clashes (classes). As you may have understood by now, that we were doing this useful activity absolutely without the knowledge of our teacher because she does not have the capability to enjoy such rare pieces of literature in good humour.
I must mention that Vidya has her own blog - bendtheriver.blogspot.com
I also deem it necessary to mention that the words enclosed in brackets above are the wrong spellings and pronunciations which most of think is the right way. Well, well, well YOU WERE WRONG ALL ALONG ! Shoo enjaai end leaarn the right wayss...
I start with one of the most stupid ventures of me and Vidya into the world of Rap and poetry !
Dolu-dudette-ya
Hey! What’s up, dude?
You look all dolu dolu
Final year dude!!
Its making me all dolu dolu
Oh yeah rite man
But call me dudette!
With old laaful dames ‘round
Our final yr totally rocks! :P
Yeah….dudette!
With our laa ma’am
With our HOD
With our ED ma’am
They totally make it worthwhile man!
What plans dudette? After college?
Teaching laaful dames English?
Hey yeah! That’s a good idea
Can try tat out coz,
I don’t see myself doin any yem bee yaay!!
Me teachin guys n gals rap ‘n’ normal English!
Cool, man!That may be a gud idea man
But a lil birdie dropped a note
An yem bee yaay seat is reserved for ya
In one of the ai ai yem institutes
Isn’t that true dudette?
Huh, really??!! That’s even COOLER!!
Cud I ask the little birdie for more??!!
If you ask the lil birdie for more!!
It will give you only its droppings dudette!!
Game for it?Naah!!
Thanx a ton 4 lettin me know though
So wat will ya be upto, semi- costy?
Semi-costy might become full-costy
Work in a firm with gud looking guys…
Prospects seems bright :P
Ahaan! You smartass! Can I join ya?! :D
If ai ai yem doesn’t take ya!!
You can break through one of the offices
And you will be runaway dudette
Runaway from wat? Ai ai yem or aapphis?
Gad knows where me gonna end up man! :o
You will be runaway dudette from yem bee yaay
And become the dudette who followed her heart!
(lol….quite corny it sound though!)
And end up in a pile of rumble, tumble, stumble joy!!
Weee…thanks ya!!
Its always nice to have cheesy/campy friends like ya!
I must mention that Vidya has her own blog - bendtheriver.blogspot.com
I also deem it necessary to mention that the words enclosed in brackets above are the wrong spellings and pronunciations which most of think is the right way. Well, well, well YOU WERE WRONG ALL ALONG ! Shoo enjaai end leaarn the right wayss...
I start with one of the most stupid ventures of me and Vidya into the world of Rap and poetry !
Dolu-dudette-ya
Hey! What’s up, dude?
You look all dolu dolu
Final year dude!!
Its making me all dolu dolu
Oh yeah rite man
But call me dudette!
With old laaful dames ‘round
Our final yr totally rocks! :P
Yeah….dudette!
With our laa ma’am
With our HOD
With our ED ma’am
They totally make it worthwhile man!
What plans dudette? After college?
Teaching laaful dames English?
Hey yeah! That’s a good idea
Can try tat out coz,
I don’t see myself doin any yem bee yaay!!
Me teachin guys n gals rap ‘n’ normal English!
Cool, man!That may be a gud idea man
But a lil birdie dropped a note
An yem bee yaay seat is reserved for ya
In one of the ai ai yem institutes
Isn’t that true dudette?
Huh, really??!! That’s even COOLER!!
Cud I ask the little birdie for more??!!
If you ask the lil birdie for more!!
It will give you only its droppings dudette!!
Game for it?Naah!!
Thanx a ton 4 lettin me know though
So wat will ya be upto, semi- costy?
Semi-costy might become full-costy
Work in a firm with gud looking guys…
Prospects seems bright :P
Ahaan! You smartass! Can I join ya?! :D
If ai ai yem doesn’t take ya!!
You can break through one of the offices
And you will be runaway dudette
Runaway from wat? Ai ai yem or aapphis?
Gad knows where me gonna end up man! :o
You will be runaway dudette from yem bee yaay
And become the dudette who followed her heart!
(lol….quite corny it sound though!)
And end up in a pile of rumble, tumble, stumble joy!!
Weee…thanks ya!!
Its always nice to have cheesy/campy friends like ya!
Monday, 10 March 2008
Character charter
Thought of writing about myself for a start.
I am a Christian (proud to be one) from a typical Indian family. I've finally settled down in Chennai and I find it a very nice city (honestly) apart from the heat because I usually fall sick if the temperature is too high. I'm on the verge of completing my graduation in commerce.
The last five years of my life have changed my outlook towards life to a great extent (the details of which you will know in my succeeding blogs) I've gone through a roller-coaster ride, wont say it was heart-breaking and taxing and all, I'd just take it as part of life, something we all have to go through. Even though at those roller-coaster moments, I've felt as if everything around me is crumbling to pieces, my life here is meaningless and that I just wish I could die !! [Well, I STILL GET THE SAME FEELINGS] Every time I go through such a phase, I keep trying to console myself that everything will be alright, but I just cant stay calm unless the problem gets solved. I get hyper tensed and all jittery. The only distinguishing factor is that I try as much as possible not to show such feelings of mine to others around me. I try to remain as discreet as I can be about my emotions, my troubles and so called tribulations. There are two conflicting reasons to why I do it and sometimes dont. One is I feel, that if I share my problems, I might unnecessarily burden someone else and waste their time and in the process, remind myself of what I'm going through. I also have this pride thing that what happens to me concerns only me and is my headache. Second is if I dont share, I may further depress myself and not get myself out of it. Whether those who are close to me, believe it or not, I must tell you that I really value you and everything you say or do affects me but I somehow never let you know. I just have this notion of maintaining a distance with everyone because I suffer from a fear. The fear of hurting and losing them. So I feel if I avoid sharing my feelings with them, I can maintain distance. I can bear pain silently since I always have in my life. But what I cannot bear is when I hurt someone whether intentionally or unintentionally. I have to learn to forgive myself but just cant do it. Anyway, I guess God will help me overcome my fear and iniquities.
On the face, I seem to be a nice friendly girl, but I am very choosy about whom I talk to. Sometimes, it takes a long time for me to get comfortable with talking with a person and sometimes, just one meeting would do it. I must admit that I am more friendly with girls and approach them without any hesitation, if need be. But not so the case with guys. It takes some time to trust and know them. I wonder why I am that way. Either because I've been in institutions only for women or because I have some kind of apprehension towards the male gender. I see almost every guy with an eye of suspicion though no man has harmed me but still. But again, if we do become friends, I treat him with all due respect that I would treat any of my female friends. I do not differentiate among friends. And yeah, I havent had any thing of being struck by love and all that, so do not expect me to share anything with that respect because there is nothing to share :P
Some randomness:
Apart from the above, I personally feel I am a pampered brat and cant do things on my own without the assistance of someone. I am insensitive most of the times to things happening to those whom I dont know and ignore them. I hate guys who eve tease and especially when educated people act like IDIOTS ! For eg, when daily bus commuters dont know HOW to STAND PROPERLY in the bus WITHOUT FALLING OVER SOMEONE/STAMPING OTHERS' FEET. I love fruit juices more than food :D and finally, I'm surprised I'm writing this blog.
Signin off for now,
a novitiate
Do comment !
I am a Christian (proud to be one) from a typical Indian family. I've finally settled down in Chennai and I find it a very nice city (honestly) apart from the heat because I usually fall sick if the temperature is too high. I'm on the verge of completing my graduation in commerce.
The last five years of my life have changed my outlook towards life to a great extent (the details of which you will know in my succeeding blogs) I've gone through a roller-coaster ride, wont say it was heart-breaking and taxing and all, I'd just take it as part of life, something we all have to go through. Even though at those roller-coaster moments, I've felt as if everything around me is crumbling to pieces, my life here is meaningless and that I just wish I could die !! [Well, I STILL GET THE SAME FEELINGS] Every time I go through such a phase, I keep trying to console myself that everything will be alright, but I just cant stay calm unless the problem gets solved. I get hyper tensed and all jittery. The only distinguishing factor is that I try as much as possible not to show such feelings of mine to others around me. I try to remain as discreet as I can be about my emotions, my troubles and so called tribulations. There are two conflicting reasons to why I do it and sometimes dont. One is I feel, that if I share my problems, I might unnecessarily burden someone else and waste their time and in the process, remind myself of what I'm going through. I also have this pride thing that what happens to me concerns only me and is my headache. Second is if I dont share, I may further depress myself and not get myself out of it. Whether those who are close to me, believe it or not, I must tell you that I really value you and everything you say or do affects me but I somehow never let you know. I just have this notion of maintaining a distance with everyone because I suffer from a fear. The fear of hurting and losing them. So I feel if I avoid sharing my feelings with them, I can maintain distance. I can bear pain silently since I always have in my life. But what I cannot bear is when I hurt someone whether intentionally or unintentionally. I have to learn to forgive myself but just cant do it. Anyway, I guess God will help me overcome my fear and iniquities.
On the face, I seem to be a nice friendly girl, but I am very choosy about whom I talk to. Sometimes, it takes a long time for me to get comfortable with talking with a person and sometimes, just one meeting would do it. I must admit that I am more friendly with girls and approach them without any hesitation, if need be. But not so the case with guys. It takes some time to trust and know them. I wonder why I am that way. Either because I've been in institutions only for women or because I have some kind of apprehension towards the male gender. I see almost every guy with an eye of suspicion though no man has harmed me but still. But again, if we do become friends, I treat him with all due respect that I would treat any of my female friends. I do not differentiate among friends. And yeah, I havent had any thing of being struck by love and all that, so do not expect me to share anything with that respect because there is nothing to share :P
Some randomness:
Apart from the above, I personally feel I am a pampered brat and cant do things on my own without the assistance of someone. I am insensitive most of the times to things happening to those whom I dont know and ignore them. I hate guys who eve tease and especially when educated people act like IDIOTS ! For eg, when daily bus commuters dont know HOW to STAND PROPERLY in the bus WITHOUT FALLING OVER SOMEONE/STAMPING OTHERS' FEET. I love fruit juices more than food :D and finally, I'm surprised I'm writing this blog.
Signin off for now,
a novitiate
Do comment !
Thursday, 6 March 2008
First DRY RUN !
hullo everyone !
This is my first try at blogging. The blog is called "blogdryrun", in other words, a dry run of a blog. The expression 'Dry run' means a trial/practice/rehearsal. Therefore, this is my dry run at blogging. I've not yet decided why I created this blog and what I plan to do with it but I will write any random stuff that I wish to write. I shall share with you, readers, whatever I feel must be told or when I want to get it out of my system.
Looking forward to writing something and people reading it as well !
So take care and God bless you till then !
This is my first try at blogging. The blog is called "blogdryrun", in other words, a dry run of a blog. The expression 'Dry run' means a trial/practice/rehearsal. Therefore, this is my dry run at blogging. I've not yet decided why I created this blog and what I plan to do with it but I will write any random stuff that I wish to write. I shall share with you, readers, whatever I feel must be told or when I want to get it out of my system.
Looking forward to writing something and people reading it as well !
So take care and God bless you till then !
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