Yes its been some time since I have updated this blog,the only reason could be laziness just to add a touch of sophistication I use the word “acedia”,just another twisted form of the clichéd excuse.Well nothing that inspiring or unpredicatable has happened all these days and I was feeling guilty so I thought of writing about something many of us have experienced.
Eating/hogging happens to be a passion of people of all ages though there are exceptions to those who are concerned about various issues like figure,health etc..This one somewhat circles around my disappointment to attain satisfaction in this domain of expertise.
Ok here it starts,I make it a point to visit the mess 3 times a day irrespective of the fact that I eat there or not .Like many hostelites I just search for reasons to eat junk food available on the streets to fastfood centres like McDonalds and Subway,and why “search for reasons” u might ask well its because of constraining factors like money in wallet and guilt of paying four digit figures to the mess workers and many other reasons.Let me start from the beginning of the expedition it starts with a stomach growling followed by a discussion with 3 or more people the most probable dishes then the discussions of the previous weeks timestable…the conclusion is never reached.Now comes the walk to the mess at this point of time we analyze the “aromas”which our olfactory system encounters.Yes then we reach and stare at the people who are already eating,first analyzing from their expression how good it tastes and also analyzing the ingredients.
It so happened that this afternoon we were blessed with cabbage,the usual groans and curses and also evryones discussion of how cabbage is prepared at their homes.There is always a unanimous decision the food is gonna be horrible and we get prepared 4 it.So I arm myself with the required weapons a spoon and obviously the plate.
Now we settle down at the table and start “devouring” the food.We usually comes across many different additives and I always wonder why they add leaves and sticks and though I know the reason ie; they add flavor.frankly I don’t get any added flavor from it.Also the sticks and leaves I refer to as correceted by my friends are called “dal cheenie “ ,”cloves” etc.
All these spices are acceptable all the sticks the leaves the cloves the whatever but what isn’t acceptable is THE HAIR.It so happened that this fine day I was “blessed” to get a long black hair covered with oil and hiding amidst the cabbage leaves ,planning secretly to enter my foodpipe and strangulate me at some point of time maybe !!!!ok enough over reacting but the presence of that one strand of hair is enough to make me throw all the contents on my plate ,irrespective of the fact that the other contents were spared from presence of the evil ,black ,slimy strand of hair…So there goes all the contents into red wide mouthed baskets, the dustbins which definitely have more food than all our ever-growling stomachs.
Whats worse my evil mind gets to work the very fact that I couldnt satiate my hunger (not that its actually possible in our mess) and also to force those of my friends who claim that its “ just a hair”, I get into the task of forcing those who sit along with me to commit the sin of wasting food,though some of them act deaf I strive relentlessly explaining how the hair must have entered my food and how the food is mixed also explaining that the hair must have come from the head which is a host to a huge force of predators who feast on the human blood some more elaborations suggesting the bathing routine of the unknown person and am successful in stopping a majority of the people from filling their stomachs .
And yes the times ripe to strike the vada pav stall or the pani puri stall…come to think of it what would people like me do if we find hair in any of the items over here,stop going to the place?Its going to pain me a lot if am forced to stop going to my favorite pani puri stall,Strange that I prefer junk food in any form but not mess food!!
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
When i felt akin to Newton
When do you feel you are like Newton??When you have fully understood the concept of gravity or is it when you have fully understood what all he was trying to prove and justify..well in that case that’s going to take some time..and am pleased to state that I have a vague feeling I have understood the emotions in Sir Issac Newton’s head when an apple fell on his head!!
Strange isn’t it , the famous Newton, well known and cursed by many high school students especially in India took 36 years of his life to think about gravity and the other theories related to it, but I the insignificant “me” realized this when I was 21.Wondering what am rambling about?
What am going to write after this Para is something that actually happened to me, even though its sounds improbable it actually happened to me. It got me wondering why me WHY, WHY ME.OK enough of rambling .Just giving a fore knowledge to those who don’t know me. I stay in Kerala...”Gods Own country “and when I tell this to many north Indians they ask "bahut saare nariyals milte honge Kerala mein"....yeah bahut saare it rains nariyals in Kerala trust me!!That makes me wonder with coconuts of all sizes and many colors the cost of a coconut is 12 rs and in Gujarat i.e.; Surat its 8rs!!!(I thought with abundance cost decreases I guess those fundas don’t work on everything)..Anyway am straying from the point.So back on track and to the point.
Its June all my college friends are busy doing some training the funda is "yaar kuch training ka certi rakhega to resume thoda accha dikhega "influenced by the same funda I discover there is a part of computer engineering I love and find out a course to make my vacations worthwhile and make my parents happy at least with the fact that am away from home and not sleeping.
Training starts at 9:00 and Iwake up at a comfortable 7:45a.m thanks to my bro who hates to see me sleep after 7:00 well am lucky today he let me sleep till 7:45.I wake up brush my teeth and do the regular chores every individual does, nothing special, I sit for breakfast at 8:45 thinking its okay I can reach by 9:15 the sir is a nice guy, my dad glares at me, and am sure the things in his mind are “how can anyone get up so late”, “how can someone be so irresponsible”, and am not mistaken, he starts off by telling me that am blessed with many utilities and how I hardly utilize it and so on and on. With a pledge that I will get up at least by 7:30 the next day I hurriedly finish my breakfast and take the two wheeler from the garage outside the gate. This is the interesting part I responsibly close the gate coz I see this stray dog outside my house and I start my vehicle just as I press the ignition to start my training and so called way of utilizing time .WHAM!! from the skies on my elbow which was outstretched to start my journey of the day. For those who didn’t understand in layman’s language a coconut fell from the tree. Now its not a small tree its about 30 feet tall and the coconut was not a small one. I scream and tears come to my eyes as I am unable to comprehend what just happened then I see the coconut with a vague idea of what happened I leave the scooter and run home crying and laughing..Yeah I don’t know why I started laughing too and am not lying!!The opposite house neighbor realizes a coconut has fallen and rushes out to claim it (yeah it’s like a dearth of coconuts here too) she takes the coconut and doesn’t see or doesn’t bother to see me wailing or my mom and dad coming out of the house initially startled and then laughing .My mom and bro continue laughing their heads off while my dad the only compassionate person in this planet starts massaging my hand. And my bro like most of my friends starts telling “why didn’t it fall on your head” .Once I recover from the shock and start laughing I realize-“Thank god it didn’t fall on my head either I would have become totally insane or totally sane” either which is not what I would prefer. Then I think no wonder just after the apple fell on Newton’s head he must have lost his sanity and started this thing about gravity or maybe he talked sane stuff after the apple fell because there is a difference between an apple and a coconut. (actually according to me and many sane people when an apple falls on your head you take it and eat it instead of writing complex stuff which is not comprehendible to the common man).And so that’s the difference when an apple falls on your head you get the theory of gravity and all crap and if a cocnut falls on your elbow you get this article.
Strange isn’t it , the famous Newton, well known and cursed by many high school students especially in India took 36 years of his life to think about gravity and the other theories related to it, but I the insignificant “me” realized this when I was 21.Wondering what am rambling about?
What am going to write after this Para is something that actually happened to me, even though its sounds improbable it actually happened to me. It got me wondering why me WHY, WHY ME.OK enough of rambling .Just giving a fore knowledge to those who don’t know me. I stay in Kerala...”Gods Own country “and when I tell this to many north Indians they ask "bahut saare nariyals milte honge Kerala mein"....yeah bahut saare it rains nariyals in Kerala trust me!!That makes me wonder with coconuts of all sizes and many colors the cost of a coconut is 12 rs and in Gujarat i.e.; Surat its 8rs!!!(I thought with abundance cost decreases I guess those fundas don’t work on everything)..Anyway am straying from the point.So back on track and to the point.
Its June all my college friends are busy doing some training the funda is "yaar kuch training ka certi rakhega to resume thoda accha dikhega "influenced by the same funda I discover there is a part of computer engineering I love and find out a course to make my vacations worthwhile and make my parents happy at least with the fact that am away from home and not sleeping.
Training starts at 9:00 and Iwake up at a comfortable 7:45a.m thanks to my bro who hates to see me sleep after 7:00 well am lucky today he let me sleep till 7:45.I wake up brush my teeth and do the regular chores every individual does, nothing special, I sit for breakfast at 8:45 thinking its okay I can reach by 9:15 the sir is a nice guy, my dad glares at me, and am sure the things in his mind are “how can anyone get up so late”, “how can someone be so irresponsible”, and am not mistaken, he starts off by telling me that am blessed with many utilities and how I hardly utilize it and so on and on. With a pledge that I will get up at least by 7:30 the next day I hurriedly finish my breakfast and take the two wheeler from the garage outside the gate. This is the interesting part I responsibly close the gate coz I see this stray dog outside my house and I start my vehicle just as I press the ignition to start my training and so called way of utilizing time .WHAM!! from the skies on my elbow which was outstretched to start my journey of the day. For those who didn’t understand in layman’s language a coconut fell from the tree. Now its not a small tree its about 30 feet tall and the coconut was not a small one. I scream and tears come to my eyes as I am unable to comprehend what just happened then I see the coconut with a vague idea of what happened I leave the scooter and run home crying and laughing..Yeah I don’t know why I started laughing too and am not lying!!The opposite house neighbor realizes a coconut has fallen and rushes out to claim it (yeah it’s like a dearth of coconuts here too) she takes the coconut and doesn’t see or doesn’t bother to see me wailing or my mom and dad coming out of the house initially startled and then laughing .My mom and bro continue laughing their heads off while my dad the only compassionate person in this planet starts massaging my hand. And my bro like most of my friends starts telling “why didn’t it fall on your head” .Once I recover from the shock and start laughing I realize-“Thank god it didn’t fall on my head either I would have become totally insane or totally sane” either which is not what I would prefer. Then I think no wonder just after the apple fell on Newton’s head he must have lost his sanity and started this thing about gravity or maybe he talked sane stuff after the apple fell because there is a difference between an apple and a coconut. (actually according to me and many sane people when an apple falls on your head you take it and eat it instead of writing complex stuff which is not comprehendible to the common man).And so that’s the difference when an apple falls on your head you get the theory of gravity and all crap and if a cocnut falls on your elbow you get this article.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
CONCOTION OF EMOTIONS
This was written on Tuesday Morning -(29/09) during class hours and thanks to my laziness and unprecedent events i have delayed postponed and the day has finally dawned to publish this post which has made me realize what i have learnt in 3 years.
We are attending classes after a mini vacation of 5 days,(which is quite frequent in my college..here we follow the schedule work- 2 days and holiday- 5 days(esp. in final year) and mind you i love this schedule)
Going back to school days this vacation would have troubled me ,the thought of sitting at home for 5 days -NO SCHOOL-would have killed me.(For all surprised i was a sincere student once upon a time, hard to beleive isnt it!!).This is the case of 10 out of 15 girls in my class.I am relieved with the thought that am not the only person who has become lazy!!
As I observe the classroom,the first four benches lie vacant,15 girls cram themselves in the last 3 benches,the girls who sit in the so-called "first bench" are the victims of the day.They have to be very careful in their activities (which are reading the newspaper or novel or passing chits) and today i am LUCKY ,am at the most advantageous position last bench extreme corner away from the lecturers view and near the door which happens to be the door of our freedom and door of our daily-tortures.All of a sudden i remember my school days when i used to voluntarily sit as close to mam and be attentive and how we used to never leave the first rows vacant .Times have changed!!My parents tell me "everything in life is a learning experience your actions also help in framing ur life".I wonder what i have learnt , Definitely not what the profs teach,but i have learnt a valuable lesson "the lesson of adjusting "and the importance of space in ones life.We cram 4 on a bench when we can sit luxuruiously 2 a bench.YES we have learnt to adjust and not feel greedy for more space because we understand the torture involved when one sits comfortably in our class.
Moving on I flicker through my notebook,its my only notebook this semester for 5 subjects,gone where the days when i used to keep 1 subject 1 notebook.What have I learnt?The importance of conserving our environment,the need to reduce the cutting of trees and i do my part by keeping 1 notebook in which nothing significant is written.
Maybe engineering wasnt that much of a waste.We are supposed to understand the complex working of monsters which make our life a bed of roses,do we ??the answer is maybe but what am sure i have learnt is understanding the complex emotions in life and it has brought out the humane nature in us.It has made us tolerant and taught us patience.In a class of almost 50 students we tolerate the most boring lectures and console each other by telling "this is life,this is engineering".
This much crap was written in class,the rest of the day happens to be the most memorable day i have had in this college.Unlike many in this college who love the canteen and beleive it necessary to mark their attendace in the canteen,i despise this place(i know despise is too harsh a word and i will be killed for my feelings to this temple of our institute).I rarely visit this place and today 29/09 happens to be the day when i "blessed" the canteen with my presence.My friends told me that there would be some event and i could prove my worth by trying to help.So here i was at the canteen at 12:00p.m.
The canteen which is usually a dull rectangular block to me had a different look there were balloons and it was clean without the usual broken chairs and was nice for a change.After some enquiring i realized that our institue was celebrating "joy of giving week",and i was told that some students who were physically challenged would come and our institute students had volunteered to entertain them.
They arrived at around half past 12,what followed was an increase in heart-beat,and tears in many of my friends eyes.The students arrived were physically challenged but that didnt deter their spirit.They were so jovial,enthusiastic,lively,and actually all these adjectives just underestimate the spirit of these kids.All of them were so strong mentally and we were awed...I dunno if awed is the correct word too.
I dont want to write more about these children because most of you feel the same when u see a child deprived of the basic essentials of life.What i want to say is these children made me realize how lucky i actually am,that with all the comforts of life how i throw it to waste,and how for the most silliest of things we become grumpy and grouchy,but these children never showed any sign that their handicap kept them less happy.When we whine that the mess food was horrible or fight with our friends coz of some silly ego clash,these children made me realize how we make a mountain out of a mole hill while they make a mountain look like a mole hill.These children were an eye-opener,and made me realize that i crib and cry for the most silliest reasons in this world and yes I AM LUCKY VERY LUCKY
We are attending classes after a mini vacation of 5 days,(which is quite frequent in my college..here we follow the schedule work- 2 days and holiday- 5 days(esp. in final year) and mind you i love this schedule)
Going back to school days this vacation would have troubled me ,the thought of sitting at home for 5 days -NO SCHOOL-would have killed me.(For all surprised i was a sincere student once upon a time, hard to beleive isnt it!!).This is the case of 10 out of 15 girls in my class.I am relieved with the thought that am not the only person who has become lazy!!
As I observe the classroom,the first four benches lie vacant,15 girls cram themselves in the last 3 benches,the girls who sit in the so-called "first bench" are the victims of the day.They have to be very careful in their activities (which are reading the newspaper or novel or passing chits) and today i am LUCKY ,am at the most advantageous position last bench extreme corner away from the lecturers view and near the door which happens to be the door of our freedom and door of our daily-tortures.All of a sudden i remember my school days when i used to voluntarily sit as close to mam and be attentive and how we used to never leave the first rows vacant .Times have changed!!My parents tell me "everything in life is a learning experience your actions also help in framing ur life".I wonder what i have learnt , Definitely not what the profs teach,but i have learnt a valuable lesson "the lesson of adjusting "and the importance of space in ones life.We cram 4 on a bench when we can sit luxuruiously 2 a bench.YES we have learnt to adjust and not feel greedy for more space because we understand the torture involved when one sits comfortably in our class.
Moving on I flicker through my notebook,its my only notebook this semester for 5 subjects,gone where the days when i used to keep 1 subject 1 notebook.What have I learnt?The importance of conserving our environment,the need to reduce the cutting of trees and i do my part by keeping 1 notebook in which nothing significant is written.
Maybe engineering wasnt that much of a waste.We are supposed to understand the complex working of monsters which make our life a bed of roses,do we ??the answer is maybe but what am sure i have learnt is understanding the complex emotions in life and it has brought out the humane nature in us.It has made us tolerant and taught us patience.In a class of almost 50 students we tolerate the most boring lectures and console each other by telling "this is life,this is engineering".
This much crap was written in class,the rest of the day happens to be the most memorable day i have had in this college.Unlike many in this college who love the canteen and beleive it necessary to mark their attendace in the canteen,i despise this place(i know despise is too harsh a word and i will be killed for my feelings to this temple of our institute).I rarely visit this place and today 29/09 happens to be the day when i "blessed" the canteen with my presence.My friends told me that there would be some event and i could prove my worth by trying to help.So here i was at the canteen at 12:00p.m.
The canteen which is usually a dull rectangular block to me had a different look there were balloons and it was clean without the usual broken chairs and was nice for a change.After some enquiring i realized that our institue was celebrating "joy of giving week",and i was told that some students who were physically challenged would come and our institute students had volunteered to entertain them.
They arrived at around half past 12,what followed was an increase in heart-beat,and tears in many of my friends eyes.The students arrived were physically challenged but that didnt deter their spirit.They were so jovial,enthusiastic,lively,and actually all these adjectives just underestimate the spirit of these kids.All of them were so strong mentally and we were awed...I dunno if awed is the correct word too.
I dont want to write more about these children because most of you feel the same when u see a child deprived of the basic essentials of life.What i want to say is these children made me realize how lucky i actually am,that with all the comforts of life how i throw it to waste,and how for the most silliest of things we become grumpy and grouchy,but these children never showed any sign that their handicap kept them less happy.When we whine that the mess food was horrible or fight with our friends coz of some silly ego clash,these children made me realize how we make a mountain out of a mole hill while they make a mountain look like a mole hill.These children were an eye-opener,and made me realize that i crib and cry for the most silliest reasons in this world and yes I AM LUCKY VERY LUCKY
Friday, September 25, 2009
DO I /SHOULD I/WILL I ??
As I sit in the usual boring class,watching this dude twirl his pen about his fingers like an idiot.This idiot who is narrating this tried the same with awesome results-THE PEN FALLS OUT OF REACH.
Wow am bad at this too,and wats more amazing I dont even feel like bending my back to retrieve the pen.Great now what!!!
I borrow a pen from another disinterested gal,who volunatrily sacrifices her pen for my pleasure.Talk about selflessness!!
The teacher tries desperately in Hindi and English to drill her point into our thick skulls!!Am I listening??Thats for you to infer
This jenny ass(it's the opposite of jackass for those who dont know)sits next to me ,noting everything mam says.Ohh wow shes actually listening after some observation i realize shes just a robot who is mechannically noting everything.She happens to be my first year room-mate(talk about torture!!!).Everyone i know calls her sweet,cute(and all those words which happens to give me goose-bumps).I am not denying these qualities in her but all that i ask is for the world to acknowledge that the tiny pieces of evilness induced in her is all thanks to ME!!
Now am back to wondering what to do ..hmmmm....i start the missed call chain...and that dies within 5 minutes.I get the strange feeling that my watch has stopped,I strike it twice and to my relief i observe the seconds hand ticking away at its own pace....OHH God HOW DO I KILL TIME??
Three musketeers(I dunno why i call them so maybe its coz they are always armed to attacke me) sit adjacent talking and discussing again am not too enthusiastic to voice my views there too.
AAAHHH..Yes..i finally realize..YAWN...AAHH the pleasure of catching a wink of sleep during class.I realize one of the simplest and most beautiful experience which is not given much attention in my life now a days..SLEEP...drift away into your fantasy world.Close you eyes..rest your head on your hand or a book or of course a pillow.(I know thats too much of a luxury to ask during class hours).
One more glance around the class two dudes yawn inconspicuoulsy...but ahaa...Miss Sherlock Holmes detects them.
I am like any other student who craves sleep especially during class hours.The jenny ass next to me kicks the desk to wake me and bring me back to the real world,the harsh reality,the farce!!OHH MYY!!!
I realize am actually over reacting and there are at least 20 students who are ACTUALLY paying attention to mam.Then I realize I prefer to let my mind wander,and its by choice.Then the realization my mind is like a wild buffalo rampaging my meadow of fantasy.
Do I want to train it?? Should I??
I prefer my laidback attitude,am disinterested,and life's ok being disinterested.
The question is should I or should not change ?
(For those who are interested to know my decision to change or stay as such the blog name speak a lot "IF YOU REST YOU RUST").
Wow am bad at this too,and wats more amazing I dont even feel like bending my back to retrieve the pen.Great now what!!!
I borrow a pen from another disinterested gal,who volunatrily sacrifices her pen for my pleasure.Talk about selflessness!!
The teacher tries desperately in Hindi and English to drill her point into our thick skulls!!Am I listening??Thats for you to infer
This jenny ass(it's the opposite of jackass for those who dont know)sits next to me ,noting everything mam says.Ohh wow shes actually listening after some observation i realize shes just a robot who is mechannically noting everything.She happens to be my first year room-mate(talk about torture!!!).Everyone i know calls her sweet,cute(and all those words which happens to give me goose-bumps).I am not denying these qualities in her but all that i ask is for the world to acknowledge that the tiny pieces of evilness induced in her is all thanks to ME!!
Now am back to wondering what to do ..hmmmm....i start the missed call chain...and that dies within 5 minutes.I get the strange feeling that my watch has stopped,I strike it twice and to my relief i observe the seconds hand ticking away at its own pace....OHH God HOW DO I KILL TIME??
Three musketeers(I dunno why i call them so maybe its coz they are always armed to attacke me) sit adjacent talking and discussing again am not too enthusiastic to voice my views there too.
AAAHHH..Yes..i finally realize..YAWN...AAHH the pleasure of catching a wink of sleep during class.I realize one of the simplest and most beautiful experience which is not given much attention in my life now a days..SLEEP...drift away into your fantasy world.Close you eyes..rest your head on your hand or a book or of course a pillow.(I know thats too much of a luxury to ask during class hours).
One more glance around the class two dudes yawn inconspicuoulsy...but ahaa...Miss Sherlock Holmes detects them.
I am like any other student who craves sleep especially during class hours.The jenny ass next to me kicks the desk to wake me and bring me back to the real world,the harsh reality,the farce!!OHH MYY!!!
I realize am actually over reacting and there are at least 20 students who are ACTUALLY paying attention to mam.Then I realize I prefer to let my mind wander,and its by choice.Then the realization my mind is like a wild buffalo rampaging my meadow of fantasy.
Do I want to train it?? Should I??
I prefer my laidback attitude,am disinterested,and life's ok being disinterested.
The question is should I or should not change ?
(For those who are interested to know my decision to change or stay as such the blog name speak a lot "IF YOU REST YOU RUST").
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