Late....

Few days back.......I cross the road to get to the bus stand on the other side. Not before a car has almost crushed me to death and a two wheeler knocks the wind out of me. I miss the bus by a minute. And this is normal. On days I come early, the bus would also be earlier by a minute. The next bus comes after half an hour. Trying to look for an auto is also pointless as they are always occupied. I wonder "Are there so many people in Bangalore?".

The bus I get into is leaning to its left because of the weight of the people in it. I climb in and find myself lost. My purse, slung across my shoulders is moving to the right. My dupatta moving left seems to strangle me as people are constantly pushing it and my neck entwined in it, twists into weird angles. I can’t even curse under my breath as the very existence of it is being squeezed out of me.

Its 9.30 am. The bus has not moved an inch and I am still stuck in traffic. The bus is so jam packed with people that I can sense that the lady squashed against me is a regular pan eater. The smell is very strong. Her hair smells of coconut oil mixed with sweat. Poor lady, she is also in the same mess as me.

I am feeling claustrophobic. I look through the windshield outside. I see more than 40 yellow colored hoods & a generous sprinkling of cars. Mostly white - I think these are the call center cabs. And trying to get ahead amidst this pile of automobiles are the two wheelers. These add color to the otherwise prevalent white and yellow.

I notice a man sitting pillion on a Splendor bike. He is knotting his "red with blue diamonds" tie with unwavering concentration. It amazes me that something so normal could seem so out of place in all the mayhem. He finishes knotting it. It’s a well done "double knot". Neat.

Meanwhile the crowd in the bus is dispersing. I am looking to find a seat. That’s wishful thinking. Then I do the second best thing I know. Look through my trained eyes to spot people who might be alighting soon.

It’s simple actually. It’s all about keen observation. People who are leaning forward in their seats are the first lot of possible candidates. They are either peering to see if it’s their stop or know for sure that its time to move. In the former case one might have to wait an additional stop to get that seat. In the latter one has to be quick to slide in :). The second lot of candidates will start adjusting the bag straps and put their phones inside (this is not a definite sign as people are so busy they continue talking while alighting). Others might put their books inside.

There is a woman shuffling her feet and leaning forward in her seat. My seat looks promising. Aah……….. I bagged one :).

On my way to the so called Domlur Bus Stop

There was a proper bus stop near "Chef Residency" . This was until the flyover came up . There has been mayhem ever since then for me.

Firstly the bus stop is mobile between "Chef Residency" and the "Home Store". I am calling it mobile because there is no one place the bus stops. And it definitely does not stop where I am standing. I hate it. I detest it. I abhor it......... And I cant help it.....

To cross that road to get to the other side is so maddening.......... You might see me sometimes trying to make a dash zig zagging between all the vehicles who dont stop when I show my index finger and beseech them for one tiny little minute so I can move. But No. Everyone is in a hurry. Most of the times, I wait 20 minutes just to cross that blessed road.

On one of those rare occasions, the policeman would be standing. Once he steps in, we pedestrians sigh ......... With the raise of his hand, traffic comes to a stand still. And those times I feel like GOD.

Yesterday, I was walking towards my mobile BUS STAND, betting with myself as to where the bus would stop and whether I would be able to make it . This is important because I do not run after a bus. I never have and I dont intend to start doing it too.

Reason 1 : I hate looking desperate for the "KSRTC"bus
Reason 2: I wear high heels and do not wanna trip and make a fool of myself

Aah.......... I like to dress neat to work. I sometimes wear skirts(knee length) and wait for the bus. Often auto's come and stop near me. I shake my head with a smile and they smile back and drive away.

Why cant a person who dresses neat(read never vulgar coz showing legs can be classy when u carry yourself well), travel by bus. I dont understand this importance to clothes and judging people. My friends say "You dont look like the sorts who has to travel by bus". Look at the irony. It is my means of transport. I see nothing wrong in taking the bus. Petrol is still an expensive means if I take my car to work. So I am on my saving mode :)............. Hail KSRTC (Except on all those occasions when its so crowded , I can feel the perspiration of the next person .........


So as I was saying, I was walking towards the bus stop............. I looked to my right. A man and a woman were talking. Nothing strange about it except that he suddenly caught her neck. And he pushed her away. I was appalled. I am not talking about a man and a woman and the strength factor though I strongly feel about it.

What gives an individual any right to physically invade the space of another individual. I am ashamed of myself because I did not do anything. I saw it, observed it, felt bad for her and walked on worried when my bus would arrive, where it would stop, how long will it take for me to cross the road. I wanted to go sock him for treating an individual without respect. But who am I ? Saying so, Convincing myself I had no right to interfere....................I walked on.

The ride back home

This happened on 31^st March………. I had been sick the first half of the week…down with viral. And all the TV channels must have known it because they conspired to ensure that all movies telecasted sucked....... well most of them sucked [:(]…………. So TV watching was out.

When you are sick, this wretched tongue seems to want Italian delicacies , Spicy soups and what not ……… and the stomach is just waiting to churn them so bad you feel like there is milk curdling inside …….

Well after a self imposed exile, I went to “The Forum” on Saturday and had a Burger at Mc Donald’s (I prefer KFC) with 2 of my colleagues and I bumped into my sister and a family friend there.

My colleagues bid adieu as it was nearing 9. My sister and I were calculating how much it would cost to take an auto back home as our friend had come by bike. We wanted to have dinner, so my sis and I decided to walk till the restaurant and he said he would meet us there.

To get a table in the smallest of eat outs is difficult was proved that day. We were waiting for what seemed like eternity………. Waiting sucks especially when your tummy keeps reminding you how it’s being neglected.

Without realizing what I was saying, I said lets skip the food here. Lets go to Pizza Hut on Ring Road (very near Domlur- my place) - all three of us on bike and laughed at the absurdity of the whole idea ..ha ha ha

When I realized my words were actually making an effect on my friend and sis, it was too late to take them back . My friend and sis were already planning who will sit where and which were the safe roads to take to avoid being caught.

I hate breaking traffic rules and I was firmly against it. Also one guy and 2 girls, well everyone would laugh and it was not safe. The counter argument to that was: When a family can go as 4 why not we 3?

Ha Ha Ha ….I was tensed initially and thinking what was I doing this mad thing for? I was breaking free (voluntarily) which is so not me………. I am more composed a person. I get mad very rarely and this seemed to be one of those mad moments.

I sat last, my sister in between and we went. The Enticer/Enfield.They both look the same. something like it bike had plenty of space. The wind on my face, with lots of my sister’s mane in my mouth and people staring……..God, It was strange but risky fun. I would never do it again for the fact that it’s not right. I m very happy no untoward incident occurred too.

But it left me with a goofy smile on my face and my mom was smiling when we retold the day’s event……….

On a secret note, I might do it again.... Why remove the possibility of it happening and not bask in that sunshine of happiness till then ? [:)]

Sports Day

Here goes the Sports Day event I had mentioned in the "Bus Drivers" blog. This event occurred 1.5 years back when I was in my first year of my Masters.

Post Graduation was very serious unlike under-grads where there was loads of fun and loads of studying too. College will be another blog...I seem to be going back in years in every blog :)

Ok coming back to the Sports Day.......... It was a very bright and sunny morning. I got up very early at around 5.30 and was ready by 6.30. My classmate came home to pick me up. We were going by car to the venue where the events were to be held.

We had packed water, glucose, a change of socks and towels........

I had worn red track suit and cute socks, the ones which come till my ankles and New Balance Shoes (quite fashionable an entry I made)

U might have guessed by now, I had not planned on taking part. I was going there to cheer my other classmates. Most of my classmates had come and the ground was looking colourful. The track was empty and people were in various forms of excercises, some jogging, some sizing up the ground, others running.

There was this 40(i m guessing)year old guy ,looking in the prime of his health ,running tirelessly. I was starting to feel ashamed that I could not muster up as much energy as he did. I ran on the tracks for a while competing with my classmate "A". He beat me easily saying i rolled rather than run on the track.I stopped running. However the sight of the 40 yr old man continued to move around in my head. Constantly reminding me of what I could do and yet did not.

I am not an anti-sports person. I had run my fair share of school races , was an active high-school "Throwball" player. Somewhere along the line, the idea that "I look clumsy while running" combined with my need to win always took precedence and I had not been in any of the races ever since then ie after my 10th STD.

There were nice stalls with water containers and loads of glucose.The inauguration started 8 am on dot. A large crowd had gathered to watch activities.

Not many of my friends were participating and I felt good .............Well, I had company didnt I? However that niggling thought of that man kept creeping back and reminding me what a loser I was. It didnt care I had company.

Now I have a problem. When there is something I need to recover from my databank(head) or find answers- my mind goes full steam till I solve the issue. And this thought just did not go away as I had not even Plan B for it to stop chewing my brains.

There were the usual 100 m, 200 m and 400 m for the guys. 100m and 200 m for the girls. Relay. Long Jump and High Jump. Javelin throw for the men. Women were given a heavy ball.

The mens 100 m event started first. It was a tough finish. Two people were extremely fast. My classmate "A" whom I had come with in the car, and another junior. The junior came in first. The arenalin that surged inside me as I watched the race cant be explained. All the races I had run in the past came in front of my eyes and that thought just kept getting stronger and stronger. It had started speaking to me. Now my thought better have a name as it plays a vital part.Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I will call it "Sparky"

Next it was the 100 m Womens event and Sparky was goading me now. What a pest. I did not take part. A girl in my class came in third. The top 2 positions were taken by juniors, the twin athlete sisters. They were brilliant.

Next was the 200 m Mens and 200 m Womens. I continued ignoring Sparky who was getting on to my nerves now. Heck I could not even enjoy being the spectator. The long Jump for Men was a great event to watch. People pitting against one another and themselves. Thats what I admire and always strive for- to better myself and pushing myself. I was understanding that sports and life was not much different.

It was an enjoyable event. "A" won the first place and the junior who beat him in 100m won the second place. There was a small break. And i was catching up with my friends, getting them water and glucose.

The womens event for Long Jump came and went with more men than I had seen in the college in totality also :) :)

The womens event of throwing the ball came. Sparky was head on and I said what the heck let me try it. I was practicing before the event to see how far I could throw it. Many an attempt later and I could throw relatively well. People all along warned me against attempting this as I m a small person. But what no one knows I m very strong mentally and that makes up for my small frame. I have helped a friend shift residence moving beds, showcases and cupboards(some filled with clothes) from downstairs to upstairs using narrow stairs as other friends watched in awe. My mind can do things my body never dreamed of.

The warnings just served to fuel me. I work better when the odds are against me. And I took part in that event. I didnt win, but I felt good. I had taken part in an event, enjoyed lifting my aching arms and throwing the ball, not winning and having a smile on my face :) I was feeling calm.

The last events of the day was the 400 m relay. The twin sisters and my classmate who won third in 100 m were on the lookout for a fourth one. Everyone wanted to be on that team as it was a sure shot to the 1st prize. I looked at them as they waved aside many a "probable good runner" wanting only the best to be a part of their team. They finally teamed up with another good runner and assembled their relay team.Two other good teams also got assembled.

3 (not so bad) runners were on the lookout for a fourth person to join them and there was no one. I have run 100 m in school and I was thinking if I should join. Sparky was quiet. Probably letting me take the blame on myself if I agreed and did not win , so he could come out and keep reminding me of a bad choice i had made. Thats what i thought of Sparky. He was dead silent.

They were looking disappointed as the Relay requires 4 members. I offered. They were delighted. I was wondering If I am giving them false hopes. They said they just wanted to run because they enjoyed running. They beleived that they would not win and that pissed me off. I told them, we might not win, we might win. But we should never be negative about it. They were listening eagerly. I was wondering if I could push them a little bit to believe in themselves.

I was excited. My heart was beating. I asked them how good they were and they said they could run fast, but could not beat the twins for sure. I told them to stop thinking of the twins. I said I would take the last position as I am a fast runner. I could not beleive I said that. I had won 100 m races in my schools. I wondered if my legs would be that fast now. I have an athletic frame but 5 years of not much excercise ????????? Was I being over confident ?

One of the girls said she would take the first position. Now in the Relay race, if the first and the last person are fast, they can make up for lost time and stand a chance. Here we were 4 teams. There were going to be 2 prizes. We could attempt.

The team was charged up. I told them two things. Hold the baton firmly and pass it on carefully . And run like u have nothing to lose.

The relay began. My classmate "A" wished me all the best. He siad u guys can take them on. I said I was running for myself, not to beat anyone , but just to let go of my stupid notions and ideas.

The Relay event started. We took our positions. I sent a prayer to GOD. I just said let me give it my best. Sparky that pest was nowhere to be heard. The whistle went. The race was on. The first girl of my team was very fast........... I have goosebumps writing this......... She passed the baton like a dream to the second girl. She ran pretty ok. And the third girl took the baton from her. I was waiting last. The moment i got the baton in my hand, I ran like a I never have. I felt I was one with wind. I dont mean I was fast coz I didnt know how fast I was. Just that feeling the wind on my face in that speed was wonderful. I didnt mind whether I looked clumsy or whether I was going to win. Running was exhilarating. And I crossed the finish line. Everyone around was clapping and cheering. I didnt know why. The team came and hugged me. We had come second. The twins team was first by 3 seconds.

I was stunned. We looked at one another with astonishment. II nd was unexpected. We didnt speak but the eyes conveyed a lot. I just had made them believe in themselves and whats more................ We had come winners with the odds stacked against us.........

It was this Sports Day when my classmate "A" hurt his foot and could not drive back without wincing in pain........... which sparked my "Car Driving"

Sparky was contented................ So he remained silent for the rest of the day.....I was feeling light-headed, as if all the tensions within me had broken down. It was a lovely ending to a lovely day.

Sparky comes up once a while with different thoughts and I always make it a point to give him a hearing....................

Bus Drivers

Travelling by bus is an experience by itself.... The other day I was on my way to work and I got into the 201 - (which all Bangaloreans know almost goes everywhere ;)). This was a driver I recognised .

I am very good at faces. I can identify a face that has changed over the years . Now this driver I remembered was the religious sort. He used to stop at the Madivala market and pick up flowers for the idols he had in the bus. He also liked to talk to the elder generation.

I got place behind his seat. There is a tiny shutter open on top. This is a lovely place to stand under, enjoying the cool breeze as it wafts in. So there I was, enjoying the occasional wave of cool air on my warm skin , standing there look at people hustling to work, college students with their tiny bags slung across their shoulder, holding big books in their hand :D, school children struggling to carry their (big and ready to split at the seams) duffels , working women with umbrellas etc..

Something was different today in the bus. Everyone was standing in some organised fashion. There was no elbowing, no people hanging half in half out........... That was strange. I was pondering about it, when a lady wanted to alight in a place where there was no stop. Now these requests are normal. Usually bus drivers accomadate these requests. What happened here though was different.

He told the lady that he would not be stopping in a place that does not have a stop. When she was standing very near to the footboard, he admonished her about her hurry to get off, without worrying about saftety factors.

He refused to let a passenger alight while at a traffic signal. Then he started his trademark conversation with an elderly woman. He said that people these days were scurrying around, hurrying to get somewhere and being careless in the process.

He said he did not want to earn a good name from passengers by yielding to their requests if the price he paid in return was their safety. I was amazed. I mean it does not take long to just halt the bus . But this driver worried that his passengers should not fall to the other vehicles travelling in crazy speeds.

He might never come across as people person, but a caring heart he has

My Driving Lessons

3 months back...............

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I was all smiles. I had fought my first major case and won it :p. I finally was going to start car driving lessons. Phew, as much an exhilarating feeling it was, I knew the real daunting task was ahead.

Learning to ride/drive a vehicle had been on my wish lists for a really long time. The other being swimming. At home,I had always had to wait for dad to come to take us around or rely on the public transport. It used to be in the back of my mind that I should start learning as soon as I have a car at my disposal. I mean, what use was car driving if I didnt have my car to ram :p? So I used to keep waiting when my parents will join me in Bangalore or when I would have a car to drive. It took 5 long years.

What accelerated this desire and gave strength to shatter all my mothers' arguments was an incident in college. We had this Sports Day.(This was in Post graduation and the Sports day will be another entry)........... I had travelled to the venue in one of my friends' car. He was taking part in 1) The 100 m 2) The Relay 3) The Long Jump

He hurt his foot while finishing the 100m run and sprained it real bad. He was in pain and I knew he would not be able to drive. But we had no choice. He was the only one who could drive amongst us. I felt miserable the whole time he drove. He used to wince in pain, every time he had to apply the brakes. I never had felt so helpless.

That steeled my resolve to learn driving no matter what. And I went ahead and enrolled in the driving school.

I had to take up the Learners Test without which I could not start the lessons. Can u believe it- I flunked the test . I mean which dunce would fail an LL??? And that too after understanding what would be asked? But trust me, the questions were tricky. There was one- "If the driver drives in a way that accidents dont happen- Is he a) a safe driver
b) a professional driver
c) a safe and professional driver ?

I mean why ask these kinds of questions when they are irrelevant. I was so pissed and irritated with myself. To top it, my mom started associating it to bad luck which would stop only after my marriage......... Phew.............. What logic it held, I fail to comprehend.

Well, I cleared my LL next time and there started my "having to rise upto expectations".......... My friends said that "According to statistics, women were worst drivers".......... Yeah fat lot that information did to my confidence. I used to expect perfection in my learning lessons and come disappointed as some auto guy or car guy would have screamed some unintelligible words.

Then I said to myself, I was just proving what the statistics showed. I thought I wont expect to have a completely correct learning session, rather learn how I could better myself and correct my flaws. I started driving better. I drove my car all the way from work back home in peak traffic and late evening.

The strength of positive attitude :)

Travelling By Bus in Banglaore

I travel by bus to work........... I have to catch 2 buses from Airport road to reach Banashankari. Travelling by bus does have its mini adventures as I found out........ :)

Some months back, I had to get back from Christ College, Bangalore. I took a bus that took the long route. I am always in a hurry and do not like to idle away time. That Sunday I was tired of hurrying up and since I had nothing urgent to take care of, I took a bus that travelled the longer route. What a treat I had in store :)

At Marathahally, a father and son boarded the bus. They were Bengalis and wanted to get to the market area. The son(whom I shall call A) looked around for a seat so his old father(whom i shall call as B) could sit there. A then asked the driver as to where the market area was and how long will it take for him to reach there.

The bus drivers are generally cordial and take it upon themselves to give directions. I dont know what happened that day. The driver just got furious. He said in English "Speak in Kannada, otherwise I will not answer". A calmly said "I do not know Kannada, please tell me when will I reach the Market Area?" This infuriated the driver and he stopped the bus.

I was sitting in the seat behind the driver watching this and thinking what led to this confrontation? The driver then started verbally abusing A. Meanwhile B, stood up and tried pacifying A and asked him to back off. A asked him to take his seat and tried pacifying the driver to no avail. Then A also started abusing and it became a free for all.

The driver ask them to leave the bus and they refused. There was a mini scuffle. But A refused to budge. He said " I am taking down your bus number, and I shall report this in the police station!". To this the driver replied in Kannada saying "Do what u can, i ll see what happens........... blah blah blah ............... Then A and B alighted at the next stop at a traffic junction. The driver all the while was mouthing obsceniteis. He was also cursing saying " Everyone comes to our state to earn money. There are hardly any Kannadigas in Bangalore. Wherever u look, all u see are these North Indians or Tamilians or Malayalis............ What has become of our state??? "

He looked back. Saw me and a girl sitting together. He screamed " Kannadadavala?"- meaning are u from Karnataka? I replied back in Kannada that I was (I am a Tamilian, but can speak Kannada)... what else could I do? I didnt want another brawl on a hot Sunday noon and meekly sat back.

This incident brought back memories when my dad had been posted to Delhi. Nothing new since transfers were a part of my life , dad working in the bank. We were called "Madrasis" because of our comparitively darker complexion which used to irk me .

What happened to A and B was no different.Just another form of racism and manifestation of pent up frustration .

MG Road.........The other side

A hiatus and I am back........................ :)
What made me write this post??????????? Its what i witnessed one night after a wedding while returning home........

Weddings and the receptions............. It might be real fun for the parties involved(herein the Bride and the Groom)..................To unmarried people it sure is the best way to get grooms ;) .

Well thats another story :). We were travelling back after the reception(ON MG Road) in 2 cars. One driven by my dad and the other by my driver, since my uncles were not in town.

At the traffic signal, there was a "NO RIGHT" turn and dad went straight to take the next U turn. What did my driver do? He said to himself and the people in the car, I dont see a policeman, why waste time taking the next right?????

And lo behold, there stands the mustache twirling and hefty looking cop just waiting for these rule breakers. He swooped on our driver. Where were we all this time????? Chugging behind and cursing the Bangalore traffic............ ok.The cursing part was done by me and my sister, because my dad is ........... What can i say about him???? Well i ll write a blog entry about him separately. He is an enigma to me sometimes. The way he does not react at all in certain situations and thinks instead................. Fathers dont come in better packages :)

Oh my God where was I? Alright lets get back to track. As i was saying, we were behind chugging and finally the much awaited green light :) All smiles we scurried ahead...........

Here is the story i wanted to tell u all............... We saw a lady standing in bright red saree and i just mumbled to my dad saying "Its surprising why mami is standing" and i gave another look........... It was indeed my aunt and their car was standing there happily having another look at MG Road. On knowing this, dad immediately stopped our car and told us to stay in, locking ourselves. He went to talk to the cop who was busy trying to make money...Now dont get me wrong. He obviously had to fine my driver since there was rule flouting. But then, he should stick to the fine amount and not bargain like it was some vegetable stall. Well, dad went, said one word in Kannada..........(He is not very fluent and has a strange way of speaking Kannada wrt Tamil translations :)).................................. He said "KSHAMISI" and the cop was all smiles. Then he tells my father, " All these women in the car are wearing so much jewellery and yet they say they dont have any money.... How is that possible??? "...................

My dad, without blinking an eye, immediately responded " Sir these are all fake jewellery meant only to impress people sir, not gold".......... He and the policeman shared a hearty laughter and our driver got a slight reprimanding from dad for breaking the rule knowingly.

Meanwhile my sis and I were looking behind from our cars, seeing left, right actually everywhere :)............ We saw lots of women hevaily decked up. Some walking up and down a small stretch, some just standing listlessly and others talking amongst themselves. They looked old and worn out.They didnt look like they were attending any marriage, but like they were going to some costume party. The make up was garish. the clothes not very clean, and they were wearing the saree in a very revealing manner showing more flesh than usual. Thats when it struck that these women probably were prostitutes, waiting for clients. What happened next just confirmed it. A white car stopped near the women. A man got off, exchanged a few words. A few nods later, one woman got into the car and the other looked for another car that would stop by.

With the cops nearby, the business went on as usual, meaning the cops were being paid heavily to stay from these night activities unless they wanted to be a participant.

I dont know what i felt.... I didnt feel anything........... Just a question in my mind.................. What made them take this decision? I saw a young very beautiful girl(around 20) wearing this sphagetti strap outfit and also getting into the car(always white..dont know why).......... She looked well off from her choice of clothes and the way she carried them.......... Was it boredom or just the thrill or need for extra money......... I ll never know........All I saw was, young or old, at the end of the day,they chose prostitution...................

The week

Well my exams got over and after two days my upstairs relatives left to

Ooty. So I had the house all silent for the whole week.... me my
granny.

However this posed a problem for my perfectionist grandmother. Before i
continue..... A short insight on my granny

My granny gets up at 5 in the morning. Boils milk cooks for the entire
clan that includes her daughter, me, my uncle, aunt, and their school going kid.
Then she proceeds to cook for the morning and noon session also. Then
she makes coffee once the entire family is up which is at 7.30...
Meanwhile she does not rest a bit, keeps folding clothes and doing all
small things.

Come afternoon she dries up the clothes of the entire household and
folds them too. This is in short about my grandmother whom I adore for
her never saying die spirit.

The downside of all this is "She gets to do almost all the work at
home".
Well i plan to take her away from all this in a year, when i get my
employment.

So in the time that my relatives were on vacation, there posed a
problem. The washing of clothes in the washing machine. Now my aunty
thinks no end of herself and assumes nobody is even half as good as
her (and yet she makes my gran do all the work).... So she asked my gran
to take the clothes downstairs and wash it and again carry them
upstairs... that woman needs spanking i swear it....

I entered the scene and laughed at this horrendous idea and told I’ll
take care of it and use their electricity only...the look on her face
was preposterous ha ha ha ha.....

My granny has always been wary of modern gadgets. She likes to learn
about them but finds it a little overwhelming...
So once they left i took over the clothing section when my
perfectionist granny wanted to learn how to do it... So i taught her on
one condition... "That she pretends not to handle that gizmo when that
lazy woman was around" and she agreed happily like a kid who had been
given a balloon.....

She must be washing away to glory now, that amazing woman who wishes
good only for everyone.... She also has her bad side... she does not
know that it is ok to come late and is quite safe... but that’s a very small part of it... I love her however she is

Studies???????

I was reading newspaper which had this article about exams and its tensions. It really angered me so much about the way our eductaion system works.How can it judge that one student is good and the other is not?

The educations system is so detrimental that parents start pressurizing their children to keep doing better, pushing themselves till they create zombies outta them.

Does this mean that a child who is probably interested in creative arts, or geography, or history is no good? Why is it that the teachers dont look beyond these marks which at best bring out the mugging capacity of children?

No wonder so many suicides amongst teenagers and school goers.... When there is so much pressure to achieve..the extent to which parents go is so bloody infuriating....
They cut of the tv access, no talking to friends....STUDYING STUDYING AND MORE STUDYING......

The number of parents who are getting councelled because of their childrens' exams are on the rise too.... A mother hanged herself as her son did not get the required percentage.... So many teenagers develop haedaches, forgetfulness before exams..... This tension gets added on especially if there is another achiever in the family. Such is the case in mine too.

There is a cousin who has proved her worth and in the same age group comes my sister and another cousin.... I see the grilling session they are in for every time there are exams around the corner.... I dont understand why compare when each person is unique... Why are studies the bar of success.....

This argument can go on and on...until our education system does not improve there' s no hope for probable future painters, historians etc... as they will be stuck in the so called rote system

Hello LIFE

The last week was eventful.... I realised that i needed to put back the zing in my life.... realised that happiness cant be attained from outside but from within... I let go of my inhibitions and thought about just being happy and being free

It was one rejuvenating experience.....everything seemed beautiful and nice. I realised what i had lost all these days brooding unnecessarily....

I let my closest friend have some space on his own...and its truefamiliarity breeds contempt and i experienced it...was painful to let go but my heart felt amazingly light...

I also met my sweetest friend Prabhash whom i call as baby bear who had a near death accident when we studying our final year of graduation. Its a wonder he is alive. I like him a lot for the simple fact he does not pretend to me unike others. I met him one morning... actually very early as i had no other time during the day... From 7 to 8 i spoke to him. The positive outlook i had since four days was visible immediately to him and he was happy for me too....

Well i beleive that life is a train journey where u meet lots of people. Not all might be travelling to the same destination but they accompany u a short while and leave a lasting impression in the short time and they leave making us a better person.

Mixed Up Day

Hello everyone.....

Today was a mixed day....ups and downs.....ie the usual day for me. We had a practical exam on Visual Basic.

Since it is the end of the week every teacher took it in turns to torture us to the core.... My Saturday was not spared... Oh i didnt tell u people what happened last saturday

It was a riot. Suddenly there came a rule into existence(which atleast my whole class had never heard of???)that jeans were not allowed on Saturday, the one day that my great college had allowed us.

What followed next was the humorous(satiric)part... All four main professors of our college were standing out... waiting like hawks swooping on unsuspecting preys and they were not disappointed.... they had quite a healthy fare that day.....

Some people like my friend Jude smiled at one of the dean and the dean smiled back(rather smirked) as he was wearing a tight and slightly short pant.... And the smiling session might have continued if not my friend realised that he had an exam to write. He was then allowed to enter.

The other scape goats like me were not so lucky...I went wearing jeans and all he said was "This is not acceptable young lady" i argued sayin it was a saturday and that the rule never came into existence till today.... He asked me to go home and then come back after having changed.

I thought to myself that i myst be one lunatic if I went back home all 17 kms in the bus and sweltering heat to come back again and attend the 1 hour class that could have been over :)

So i said ok sir and walked out of college...... Since a lot of my classmates were ship wrecked like me(I took it as a blessing in disguise to curl up at home or go out with friends and make even more of it than I would have in those classes)...... ha ha ha

Well I call him Baldy(one of the deans) who unfortunately shares the same zodiac sign as me andI hope to strangle him before anyone forms their opinion on me based on that....

That was easier said than done.... What about all the others who were moaning about their day having gone waste.... well I said stop crying over spilt milk and either go home and keep talking about it or enjoy the way u like.

Well I decided to grab a burger at Mc Donalds and I put on some sinful calories that day but it was worth it....

And tomorrow is Saturday....According to the heads of this institution we are supposed to be in smart casual...What the hell is smart casual ? I thought to myself.... I looked really smart in the jeans and it was casual wear then what in the world went wrong??? Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Well I am tired after that recount and would like to wish u all a great weekend ;-)

Me and My virus

Hi everyone

Its that time of the year---changing seasons--- and new afflictions

Well I succumbed to the cold virus .....It started off with this curious ticklish feeling in the back of my throat... I took medications immediately.... (I know its all in the head, but I believe unless I have paid my doctor or chemist their fees the virus seems to cling on.....)

The sore throat diappeared as promised in 3 days. Its side effects were bad breath(what else after swallowing one pill after another) and so I managed to keep away all other viruses at bay :)

Then after three days what happens??? I get the most disgusting sounding and irritating cough that tends to literally mangle my intestines... woof... But this time I wanted to beat the virus at its own game so I refused to make anyone richer..... waited to see what its course of action would be....

That bloody thing seems to be infatuated with me ..... not leaving me one minute.... :-(

And to bring in the cherry topping on cake... On the fifth day my nose seems to be getting sadistic instincts drawn from the virus.... what I had always taken for granted... breathing.... got laboured.... that wretched virus seems to be enjoying all the attention it is getting for itself...

So I decided to ignore it.... whoa.... its effect seems to be receeding slowly... and yes it has grown weaker.... ha ha ha

Its sign that it still loves me....is my voice which has gone from Kajol's to Rani Mukherjee's voice....

ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha