Changes..

How do we change.. It doesn’t happen overnight. It doesn’t happen in blink of an eye. It happens gradually. It happens constantly. Every second that passes by changes you, for better or for worse. The change is inevitable. I am not resisting it nor denying it. It just astonishes me when I realize how much I have changed (I am not going to say “grown”) over time.

The catalyst that made me think about this overly-discussed-n-contemplated and timeworn topic was some journal entry I wrote when I was in 15, that had survived the overbearing changes in my cupboard, plus the entire shifting process to Bangalore and had managed to catch a glimpse of my eye exactly five minutes before. It was like, a 15 year old girl was standing in front me and I was looking her right in her eyes. She seemed strangely familiar but distant…..

THE happening day

It started like any other day. Usual routine stuff, getting up to buzzing alarm, getting ready, waiting for the cab, discussion on ‘Elite’ group concept in the cab etc,etc.. until our driver stopped on the Intermediate Ring Road because of some weird sound. We stopped to see what had caused it. Within no time we figured out it was a wrath of a nail, which had protruded into one of our cab’s wheels. Ok, tier was punctured :|

So we got down and a photo session started in the middle of the road. We did typical ‘things’ like giggling, fake posing, ‘shendi lavana’, taking video when the people in front you aren’t aware of it…

Fortunately, there was another cab behind us. And the fact that Rajeev had brought bike that day, all of us could get in that cab. We had to “adjust” a little bit, but it was nice.. Then it was a time for another photo session, which led to the fight- Team Sukahanand VS Team Girish (These are names of our drivers). By the time we reached Aprameyah(our off-campus training centre) it was 915. We were LATE. But to our surprise, we found the facility locked and all the staff members n rest of the students(should I say “fellow employees”???) were waiting outside staring at a tiny lock on the gate. We had some time to spare, so all of us, all 28 of us went to have breakfast at A2B. And A2B's record for "the least time taken to finish a bowl of 'Shira'" was broken by Shishir(or Shirish??) in front of our very own eyes. .

After taking our sweet little time and little bit frolicking around, we reached back to Aprameyah. And it was still locked. So we broke n entered!

Then we got the good news, no the best news that any trainee could ever get..We had an afternoon off(It was Wednesday). Being as time efficient as we always are, we immediately made a plan for a movie. We had a quick lunch, which Mandar almost toppled over my plate when he was trying to pick up a piece of cucumber off the floor. Things were happening all over the place!!

Around 1300 hours, we were all set. We had called the cab driver early n we were off to Forum. Veeresh had brought his bike. So after what is called “riding the bike”, he was waiting at the signal. And there she(he) was! She came near, it was plea for attention but Veeresh refused to pay attention. So it drove her mad, so she punched him. Before he could realize what was happening, another one came and another one…Then came policeman to rescue!

After watching Veeresh being hit on(pun intended), we bought the tickets for Kung Fu Panda(I know, about time!!) It was one of the best animated movies ever! Then we went to MacD to complete the tradition of doing tp after the movie. After causing hell of a turmoil over the small table they had provided us and spilling coke al over the floor and similar such tiny thing, we headed for home with big smiles on our faces :)

Everyone advised me to breathe when time is against you, but noone told me to do anything when time tends to cease around you!

(yeah, I am back to classroom training!)

The Return

Its been a long hiatus…almost a month. Now that I don’t have things that I am “suppose to” do, I like doing things, rather than thinking about them. There is no time to sit n contemplate about stuff n put it in words...

Even though I have started this with the title ‘The Return’, I have absolutely no clue about what to write. May be that’s what I am returning to-sitting in front of comp with the zeal to write something profound or at the very least something meaningful, but not knowing what to write and where to start. I can’t remember how many times I started like this and ended up writing so much crap over the last year. Yeah, its been an entire year. It seems it was yesterday when I was writing 'something stupid’..It’s been a great journey since then. Cheers :)

Universe, Time travel and me

“Universe has a way of course correcting to preserve something that is meant to happen in the future.”
When I read this for the first time I didn’t really buy this time travel theory. Just the idea that our future is ordained by the destiny or it is pre-defined is something like having a blind belief that God exists or believing if one goes to shani mandir every Saturday he will never ever flunk. I used to like the theory which says “history is the sum of all time-travels”. It may be because; I wanna believe that I everythin I do has an impact in one way or the other, whatever I am doing is not completely futile…

But my beliefs were shaken because of a recent incident….

Every-time I used to open the book, the electricity bailed! This has happened way too many times(5 times-to-be-exact) in this week.One more interesting observation: The electricity goes only on the day before my exam.
5 times in 3 days(that too in time period ‘10pm to 2 am’ during which I study) makes it way more than random coincidence.
May be, I am not suppose to study…

May be, Universe really has a way of course correcting to preserve something that is meant to happen.

Its almost 2am.. Exactly 12 hours remaining for my EM paper.. And I have barely started studying. I am in a mood to do anything but reading the pointless things(which should have been covered in FY syllabus) from a book by Helfric and Cooper.

On a very irrelevant(or not!) note: I love day-dreaming :D
and pencil shading...
and listening to The Beatles...
and blogging...
and talking on the phone...
and aimless surfing...
and (I think I am forgetting few things! The list isn't suppose to be this small!! )

It all started with Extras...

Every episode used to end on a mystic note...
"Bring tea for the Tillerman
Steak for the sun
Wine for the woman who made the rain come
Seagulls sing your hearts away
'Cause while the sinners sin, the children play

Oh Lord how they play and play
For that happy day, for that happy day"

and now I obsessed with a guy then known as Cat Stevens....

I have had enough....

....of spam!!

I mean its irritating as it is to delete few e-mails every day, few comments/messages on the socializing communities like Facebook or Orkut, few comments on the blog[:P]…

But now they are encroaching upon the territory of my beloved mobile world. Well, the messages or the calls from the service provider cannot be (technically)classified as spam, but noone is up for unsolicited advice on how to win prizes worth 1 lakhs, especially when loud ringing n vibrating thing pops in your dream-land and ruins your one of the best dreams. I also understand how to please(?!!) my callers using dialer tones when I am told once. There is no need for reminding me about that every day. And to add my on-going-frustration there are multi-media messages! Hello! I am not interested in downloading images of any actors / actress / models / sport-figures doing any unspeakable / frowned upon / highly over-rated(when-actually-it-is-not-that-big-deal) / just-done-to-get-publicity-kind-of act!

So QUIT bothering me!!!

Edit_1:
I will fondly think of the days- when the beep of my phone used to make me think that I am being remembered by someone I know...

Confessions of a "soon to be an Engineer”

Exams are barely few days away. Soon enough I will be an ‘Engineer’.

Its an end of era and a beginning of another.

Looking back, I remember all the fun-times, those careless moments. The times when the toughest decision you had to make was ‘to choose a flavor of the ice-cream’. The times when you know you are protected against everything in the whole wide world all the time. The times when you used to crawl up in mum’s lap after having a bad dream. The time you spent doing tp after school. The sleep-overs.. The times you spent doing lukkha-giri in college campus, during lects…

Then I gaze at the new world waiting for me through the looking glass. The thought of exploring it is very much enticing. I am really looking forward to break out of this cocoon surrounding me, and follow the path chosen by me.

But sometimes I wonder is this really what I want? And if its not this, what is it that I want?? Is it my dream??? Then a long forgotten dream materializes in my head one more time, and I laugh at myself. Not because I dreamed about it, but because how little I tried to make that dream come true. And then I realize that I never really wanted it..and I would have wondered about those so called different things, the same way I am thinking right now. Even that fact makes me sad. But just for a moment, until I realize that I have got all I really wanted in life. And there is really not much to complain about…

Then the reality(my mum) knocks on the door...that brings me back to present And I resume to my so called ‘studies’….

One of the days III

Nothing extra-ordinary has happened.
None of my extravagant wishes have come true, nor did my mum promised me anything I wanted. And I didn't even have any new crush :P

In fact, I went to camp today and didn't shop at all(It is a big deal, trust me!)

Still I am simply happy.
And this is been happening for quite-a-while.
(Don't judge my mood by the previous post :P)

The Future is Wild??!!?

Not really..

200 millions from now.
The humans no longer rule the planet Earth. They have moved to another planet. The mammals, reptiles, birds, and amphibians are driven to extinction.
A Rainshadow dessert has replaced busy streets of New York. A Bumblebeetle is fluttering her wings in red hot dessert to find a flish(Yeah, a flying fish) carcasses in which to release her young ones, after this it dies. The only day in her adult life, she spends trying to complete the circle of life, following same old rules of survival. And the life cycle continues....

Nothing much changes around here...huh?

Reference: one of the "Discovery's Biggest shows" - The Future is wild.

A new name, yet again.
I was just craving for a change, no real reason actually. But one fine day read a line, and loved it to the core.And it was applicable to everything I do. So the tag line.
Cheers :)

:D - Day 2

Got a nice blue balloon as a gift..
People sang “Happy B’day” to me(Redundant Info: I was born on 22^nd April).
Had great pizzas :)

but now I am seriously out of cash :|

:D

All in all, a great day!

Confronted C V about her “unjustifying grading system” and walked out of her cabin! To be very honest, this might not work out in my favour. After all she has 8 credits for this semester. But it had to be done. It was never for the grades. It was for me, it was to make me feel better.

Got placed in Intuit.

Had awesome food and cakes, courtesy Meha :)

Hall of Heroes:

And below its hindi translation read “Devataon ke Saal” on the information board outside a gallery having few idols and few paintings of divinities.

This is how a man defines God. A hero.

Faces of Rajasthan

I re-visited Rajasthan in December and wanted to write about the trip for a long time. Now that I have one test to give tomorrow, my blogging enthu reached its pinnacle. That’s why the post :D

There are few faces, I will never forget. An elegant folk dancer, she was just a teenager but was chewing tobacco with typical “kothewali” style(sounds very filmy, I know(but its true)) . Service boys bringing water at 7 in the morning in the cold (we stayed in the dessert for one day). A guy wearing cargo with kashmiri embroidery and badla work(I salute the designer!!). The singer singing “Nimbooda” and the guy accompanying him playing ----(its basically two wooden strips in each hand(I forgot what it called!!!)) and many more….
One thing I realized during my brief encounter with Rajasthani people, no matter who you, what your income is, there is constant effort to maintain same royal lifestyle.

Brainwashed?? No way!

Today I had yet another session of brain-washing. And this time, it was not my mother.

It started with usual opening line - now you gonna live on your own in few months and off we were!

We talked(sometimes argued) about lots of things. Life, definition of ideal, what is morale, what is culture, what are values, how globalization is affecting all of us, what boundaries we should have, how one harmless mistake turns into disaster..

After few more clichés and those banal statements (which never made an impact on me), my patience began to wane. So I concluded on the extreme(usually works if you are trying to end the conversation) “so are you suggesting that I should not go anywhere on my own??”
And he replied, “No. Not at all. Just be careful”.

When all the advice can summed up in three words, why the heck everyone keeps prating!!

Cakes!

B’day party of a 6 year old…

Her eyes twinkled when she looked at the cake. She closed her eyes tightly, made a wish, took a long deep breath and blew all the candles in one go. Smiling broadly, she cut her cake.

And I stood there watching her innocent smile, her ecstasy when she saw her name on that chocolate cake, her flaunting gestures when camera focussed on her, her ability to adore every little thing about that night....
I envied her....

If someone asked me, what will you do differently if you turn back the time. I will say nothing. Its NOT that every decision I have taken was appropriate, every move I made was right, the way I reacted was ideal. I did make some mistakes. I do regret few things. But still I wouldn’t change anything.
I am what I am because of my mistakes.

Edit_1:
I don’t know whether stubbornly sticking up for your decisions, is right or wrong. Time will answer it eventually…

I finished reading ‘The Afghan.’