Wondering if anyone having "boost" in d morning ever found it tasting sour, 'n different , i flipped across the pages of "the hindu" with varied thoughts 'n little xcitement ({(assif i discovered the intentions of the CEO, boost-- attempting to cut down costs ( probably by adulteration ), bcz he had to pay for one more star ( D' CSK skipper ) to endorse the brand , or bcz the factory by itself cud sense the heat of "inflation")}, ... ( readers - bettr get used to my brackets )... finally by d last sip i realised - " i hadn't brushed my teeth!$^$!.... --well, hotaa hai... but have to appreciate my cerebrum for predicting those extra- ordinary possibilities 'n tht too juz aftr i woke up!! ( gud work cerebru!! ).... but there is one g8 thing abt ma teeth aftr ma braces.. its as neetly arranged as the beads offa rosery!! 'n aftr realising this fact-- i found all my thirty* twinklin in each 'n vry snap which anyone clicked!!
* Thirty bcz - d upper two wisdom teeth havnt turnd up-- mayb bcz ma upper jaw cudnt bare more of wisdom!!!hee...eh!! So, this shud xplain another "irony" abt women-- they have the worst humour sense too.....
Seriously, this is the first real vacation since i got into colg... 'n my earnest attempt to find best ways to kill the time ended again inna big flop ( no surprizes here )... Now, aftr 20 days i realise tht there hasnt been a single gud thing i pursued-- apart from the fact tht mom has really been 'soft' wid me these days, probably for a variety of reasons :
# Therez no food being wasted these days ( i'm at home naa!! )
# I handle most aunty's ( ma neighbours )--( a real tough job ), who my mom hates to talk when 'she is' or 'she isn't' at home!!!
# Mom thinks i've gotta bit responsible during these hol'z bcz i take all pains to do the shopping of groceries, vegetables ( almost daily ) just to gulp a few burgers 'n puffs- no matter even if i have to do it all alone, ( which mom isnt aware of ) .
But, the most painful consequence of the climate 'n damn d bloody ad tht got me to use d shampoo -- terrible hair loss-- d counter protraying d statistics at d end of each day suggests that i loose abt 30-50 of them each day~~ really painful isnt it!!! y shud it be for yu!!!?! mayb - i cud becum a testimony to d fact tht -- even women cud get bald --!#$%^%& --> no wonder, now i understand why my schoolmates' named me -- " hyperbole rani ".... nvr mind, wil try to get even worser~~!!
Hope the post gets even disastrous!!, i'm tired of writing serious onez, only to find most of my schoolmates ringing up to find out if the lighter,humourous, silly part of mine still exists. So, jobless people, continue reading d post!!! I wudnt dissapoint yu!!
Wonder why my dad hasnt still realised the fact tht its bettr to get me a mob!! bcz fetching it wud probably save him from paying a few thousand bugs for the landline, 'n one more intrsting fact-- infections spread over d phone lines too--- i realised it wen i found using athu's - "wht rubbish ", most of the time.. ( thts her ' misspiece' - {antonym for masterpiece}-- shezz a girl yu see!! ) hmmm...shudn't have ringed her up soo many timez , now i realise....
Afternoons naps have been really xciting, dozzing off reading thrillers, enacting d characters in sleep ( that was d info from my sis - shez now refused to share d room wid me , for i almost shouted it seems asthough witnessing a crime.. 'n a series of similar onez too )... but , seriosuly got fed up wid story books, shifted to magazines now!!
Finally, d last better paragraph -- Awaiting golden moments later in the month, i keep gazing at the calender almost twice a day. Ohhyea!! -- bac to ma native place for a few days- chennai!!! !@#%^ -- can see a few eye-brows raised!! It's absolutely kind'ff "unofficially official" visit - for ma cousin's marriage!!!
Monday, May 19, 2008
Saturday, May 17, 2008
The Unexpected Intricacies
On his way to “detention”, Chris took off for an expedition.. his destination fixed by his Professor for he fore-saw rays of wisdom striking his favourite student.. Destination—Planet CUSAT!!!
Frank now reached the abode of the “unluckily fortunate” students. Frank suddenly noticed his eardrums sensing numbness, he couldn’t hear what they spoke, and neither could they hear him. He checked with his “decibel decipherometer”, sound decipherence of people here was limited to the range 20-20,000 hz. He also felt he was plain invisible here – their power of sight, retina couldn’t identify his presence, but he could see them. Thank god, the “eye-to-thought reading” prowess which made him unique still worked here.
He wandered around unsophisticated planet with no GPS, no proper roads even, classrooms clad just with tables, benches and a blackboard, labs bearing the most susceptible crashes, politics at the height of influencing the aggressive. He wondered how much this planet would help him with his assignment on “Women”, which he had got initially wrong , the reason why he had got this detention.
His intuition signaled his legs to walk onto room no:18, it was suchha happening place, lively to the core, witnessing varied expressions from an egoistic one to humility. They probably had a free hour and the feminine deficient character of the class struck him (8 girls out of 60). His eyes cought an encryption engraved on the 2nd bench- “The three musketeers”, next to it were three girls with absolutely different looks (busy discussing). One was a real beauty, another slender ‘n the third chubby. He turned around and found atleast three guys gazing at this beauty without others notice from time to time. Suddenly, the chubby girl got wild, distracted by one of the inmates of the class, she was virtually shouting at him, arguments got severe, btw o
ne of the guys found way to flirt with the beauty. She was soft, shy, girlish, the type men would easily like. She wouldn’t argue, she spoke to a very few with all the sweetness, serious with academics too. Her mannerisms and temperament attracted Chris too.. he named her “Cutie”.
Disturbing the scene entered a Professor who straight away started his business and the class started its’ too- got busy with d mobiles, whispers all around, passed msgs wriiten in paper, story books beneath the desk, spotting chubby- he found her the most restless, her pranks were endless, she won bets ( one of them- she had breakfast sitting in the very first bench while the class was going ), she would often distract th
e class with her weird doubts, irritating most people near her, easily the friend of most people. He named her- “Naughtie”. Chris also understood that she was stubborn, tough, strong, attimes abitt oversmart too. She did rag her batchmates pretending as a senior. She wouldn’t break down at any cost, she seemed to be the embodiment of courage.
The slender girl was soft- spoken, perfect in that sense ( she wouldn’t let off a
word without significance ), spoke very little, calm with a serene touch, didn’t let her opinions out even though the argument seemed unagreeable to her. She was the soft target of most jokes, bearing the teasings with a smile most of the time without retaliating. Nobody had problems with her and she was never a problem to anyone. Chris coined this character- the diffident, “Softie” .
Chris wondered how these three extreme characters were soo close, they were together al the time, talking, giggling, sorting their problems out, they seemed “ a perfect three”, intimateness – from time immemorial. It was now the fourth day for Chris in this planet.
The next morning, chris realized- he hadn’t used the “eye-to-thought reading” prowess of his’… he shouldn’t have concluded their characters without using this. He decieded – he had to, he had to look into their eyes and understand what they actually thought, and concentrate on how they beahaved to their close ones.
Cutie resorted to tantrums, he could spot egoism in her deeper self, her dynamic nature tasted bitter, she was the most unpredictable, tough to some, insensible to a wide range of emotions attimes. It was time and the situation that decided her temperament, she seemed to be soo strange, complicated , “not Soft” as it had appeared. What an IRONY.
Softie supposedly the diffident could tackle even the toughest, cruel blow in her life with “absolute character”, thought positive most of the time, counseling anyone who approached with problems. She had her ideals set, lived within those perfect boundaries. Only her closed ones knew how strong she really was. Not the diffident, but the “perfect embodiment of Strength”.
Chris was utterly damn confused, deceptiveness disappointed him, wondering what more was in store for him..
Naughtie wept for the most silliest problems ( without anyone’s notice ), stubborn to defend her individuality at all costs ( hailing from an orthodox family, she wanted to break rules ), her emotions were fragile, easily hurt by anybody, once she even thought of ending her life at night, such was her extreme fragile nature, probably she couldn’t bare disappointments, she was “the real diffident one”. The outstanding courage and her eaily sociable character that she portrayed in front of people was one part, one face of her’s, but to her close ones she was still a child with the most fragile nature.
Chris was saturated to his brim now, he wouldn’t take in more “irony”, walked alone trying the solve the puzzling impasse. Dawn to dusk, pleasant moonlight to the energyzing rays of the sun, scorching heat to heavy rains, ignorance to deeper insight, strength to weekness, success to failures… list of ironies in life and in nature were endless, he thought. So whats wrong if there was irony in women. It will be pursued as an irony if one thought so… but with deeper insight, wider horizons of thought it would seem “as natural, impeccable as a child’s innocent smile”….
PS : For people who seem to trace out who these three musketeers were—
Softie isn’t kutts, its traces of “podi’s” character..
d sole fact being tht i had to do justice to d script ( to point out d real irony)
'n some seemed to forget that d post was "fictional".... vrybody in REALITY knows, who d three were... ( EXTRA PS added due to d painful repercussions... hope this relaxes the unnecessary friction )
Frank now reached the abode of the “unluckily fortunate” students. Frank suddenly noticed his eardrums sensing numbness, he couldn’t hear what they spoke, and neither could they hear him. He checked with his “decibel decipherometer”, sound decipherence of people here was limited to the range 20-20,000 hz. He also felt he was plain invisible here – their power of sight, retina couldn’t identify his presence, but he could see them. Thank god, the “eye-to-thought reading” prowess which made him unique still worked here.
He wandered around unsophisticated planet with no GPS, no proper roads even, classrooms clad just with tables, benches and a blackboard, labs bearing the most susceptible crashes, politics at the height of influencing the aggressive. He wondered how much this planet would help him with his assignment on “Women”, which he had got initially wrong , the reason why he had got this detention.
His intuition signaled his legs to walk onto room no:18, it was suchha happening place, lively to the core, witnessing varied expressions from an egoistic one to humility. They probably had a free hour and the feminine deficient character of the class struck him (8 girls out of 60). His eyes cought an encryption engraved on the 2nd bench- “The three musketeers”, next to it were three girls with absolutely different looks (busy discussing). One was a real beauty, another slender ‘n the third chubby. He turned around and found atleast three guys gazing at this beauty without others notice from time to time. Suddenly, the chubby girl got wild, distracted by one of the inmates of the class, she was virtually shouting at him, arguments got severe, btw o
ne of the guys found way to flirt with the beauty. She was soft, shy, girlish, the type men would easily like. She wouldn’t argue, she spoke to a very few with all the sweetness, serious with academics too. Her mannerisms and temperament attracted Chris too.. he named her “Cutie”.Disturbing the scene entered a Professor who straight away started his business and the class started its’ too- got busy with d mobiles, whispers all around, passed msgs wriiten in paper, story books beneath the desk, spotting chubby- he found her the most restless, her pranks were endless, she won bets ( one of them- she had breakfast sitting in the very first bench while the class was going ), she would often distract th
e class with her weird doubts, irritating most people near her, easily the friend of most people. He named her- “Naughtie”. Chris also understood that she was stubborn, tough, strong, attimes abitt oversmart too. She did rag her batchmates pretending as a senior. She wouldn’t break down at any cost, she seemed to be the embodiment of courage.The slender girl was soft- spoken, perfect in that sense ( she wouldn’t let off a
word without significance ), spoke very little, calm with a serene touch, didn’t let her opinions out even though the argument seemed unagreeable to her. She was the soft target of most jokes, bearing the teasings with a smile most of the time without retaliating. Nobody had problems with her and she was never a problem to anyone. Chris coined this character- the diffident, “Softie” .Chris wondered how these three extreme characters were soo close, they were together al the time, talking, giggling, sorting their problems out, they seemed “ a perfect three”, intimateness – from time immemorial. It was now the fourth day for Chris in this planet.
The next morning, chris realized- he hadn’t used the “eye-to-thought reading” prowess of his’… he shouldn’t have concluded their characters without using this. He decieded – he had to, he had to look into their eyes and understand what they actually thought, and concentrate on how they beahaved to their close ones.
Cutie resorted to tantrums, he could spot egoism in her deeper self, her dynamic nature tasted bitter, she was the most unpredictable, tough to some, insensible to a wide range of emotions attimes. It was time and the situation that decided her temperament, she seemed to be soo strange, complicated , “not Soft” as it had appeared. What an IRONY.
Softie supposedly the diffident could tackle even the toughest, cruel blow in her life with “absolute character”, thought positive most of the time, counseling anyone who approached with problems. She had her ideals set, lived within those perfect boundaries. Only her closed ones knew how strong she really was. Not the diffident, but the “perfect embodiment of Strength”.
Chris was utterly damn confused, deceptiveness disappointed him, wondering what more was in store for him..
Naughtie wept for the most silliest problems ( without anyone’s notice ), stubborn to defend her individuality at all costs ( hailing from an orthodox family, she wanted to break rules ), her emotions were fragile, easily hurt by anybody, once she even thought of ending her life at night, such was her extreme fragile nature, probably she couldn’t bare disappointments, she was “the real diffident one”. The outstanding courage and her eaily sociable character that she portrayed in front of people was one part, one face of her’s, but to her close ones she was still a child with the most fragile nature.
Chris was saturated to his brim now, he wouldn’t take in more “irony”, walked alone trying the solve the puzzling impasse. Dawn to dusk, pleasant moonlight to the energyzing rays of the sun, scorching heat to heavy rains, ignorance to deeper insight, strength to weekness, success to failures… list of ironies in life and in nature were endless, he thought. So whats wrong if there was irony in women. It will be pursued as an irony if one thought so… but with deeper insight, wider horizons of thought it would seem “as natural, impeccable as a child’s innocent smile”….
PS : For people who seem to trace out who these three musketeers were—
Softie isn’t kutts, its traces of “podi’s” character..
d sole fact being tht i had to do justice to d script ( to point out d real irony)
'n some seemed to forget that d post was "fictional".... vrybody in REALITY knows, who d three were... ( EXTRA PS added due to d painful repercussions... hope this relaxes the unnecessary friction )
Saturday, March 22, 2008
The Disguised Treasure
Stimulated by an article in the OP-ED page Hindu, my thoughts navigated to revolutionise d myopian attitude with which i viewed d "past". Past that dates back to centuries old, d past that passed onn the legacy of Myths & Legends wrapped wid a "fragile reasoning". A few minutes of thought tarnished the so-called "Decade long cherished Y's and Y'nots" posed to my mom, grandma and to all those who tried to defend the tradition.
Myths that have been reduced to the status of fairy tales, Legends that were supposed to be mystique are now mere thoughts that has been subjected to humiliation. The rich tradition, culture of the past has been estranged 'n the references from which is now ruled out as anachronistic 'n gibberish. Now lemme tel you why I came to such dramatic conclusions.
First of all lemme justify the title, which in many ways is the answer to my present attitude of the past (Many of my view points may be from a hindu-perspective bcz i have always wondered, criticised many of the belief'z tht haunted me as to y ppl believe such unreasonable rubbish). Analyzing a few facts tht everyone of us know from history texts or from elzwer(dose untolerable onez)...
The 4-caste system followed extensively.
Why women had to be secluded to suchhan extent 'n bestowed below a man.
Ghandhari gave birth to 100 sons (how- yu all know!!).
d concept of hell 'n heaven... 'n lotzz many.. this wil be an endless list...
'n onna personal note- how cud arranged marriages ever work!!(honestly, i've wondered for ages!!)
Now on my way to vindicate d sudden twistzz in my belief'z via...
Genetics-- genes get passed on to d offsprings. Environment is also another factor that shapes up the characteristics of a person. So a generation of ppl with similar traits 'n the environment that is presented to the child is apt for him to posess similar characteristics of the previous generation. In noway am I advocating or justifying the system to the core. But, somewhere i feel that it wasnt suchha nonsense. It bore some logic somewhere that people of that age were aware of such concepts. This is precisely what i'm trying to bring into d spot-light- "People of such civilizations had an insight by which they attempted to make societies simpler to manage, reducing the complexities".
Next, culturing a sperm and an egg in the rite environment s enough to giv rise to 100 offsprings. Referencing again- people of tht "yuga" juz did that. Next, My 19 yearz of experience wid d 'XX' chromosome subtly but strongly indicates me that women feel secure 'n happy(in deir deeper SELF ultimately) when their spouses win over them(howsoever intelligent & a feminist she might be). Its this feeling of accepting d man above her HAS been throughly used upon by generations till now!!
Another beautiful concept of evolution 'n Adaptation- I now seem to attribute reasons for happenings wid a note tht-- its juz evolution!! simple as it might seem!! But its absolute truth!! Proving pragmatically-- y do yu think social networking sites hav sprown up soo much lately!! bcz More ppl use it- throng for suchha place to get themselves public- d present society accepts it, Social networking has survived 'n wil still evolve. Birds evolved from Reptiles to suit their needs 'n to adapt to d changing situationz. Everyone of us evolve over a period of time attempting to get in sync wid the changing timezz.
Finally, "pyar vaqth se nahi, ussesa kiya jatha hain jissa vaqth guzarthe hain" - d defining dialogue in salaam-e-ishq. Its this magic that unites two strangers who get into d most beautiful institution called marriage wherein love blossoms unknowingly, but with all the genuineness 'n warmth.
Sunday, February 3, 2008
prologue
Tryst with destiny-Whtta sensible use of words. This was what I felt a few years ago, when I pondered on how absolutely ‘n mysteriously an idea could be delivered by d careful choice of words. Infatuated by this thought, I started flirting wid d business of using ‘n getting acclimatized wid d world of words. Now, I finally believe that this feel has sustained d test of time ‘n has transformed d ephemeral attribute of flirting to a stead-fast pristine emotion-“The LOVE for the language.” Though being a novice at this domain, I always had d Zest to express myself, voice my opinions strongly. Though I get too aggressive at times ( ma classmates wud be able to understand this temperament in me better), I still cant control d adrenaline rush in me when it comes to expressing myself with all that vindication. And, thus the idea of Blogging crept in me.
My fingers were always poised to d keyboard- had dat urge to reveal out- but the thief of time-“procrastination” won d battle. Finally, now I wanted to blow up this damn thing.
I’m defntly not planning forra rhetoric writing, but still- I would be blogging something that makes sense in some way( I hope so!!).
‘n by d advent of time, I would evolve as an astute blogger …… ‘n now tel me- was that a perfect candidate forran hyperbolic forethought!!! So, now being in d state of –“botched up wid relationships— I have taken a vow that in no way I’m gonna endorse even d silliest of immoral stmnts/actions/thoughts that defy the ethical etiquette. So, if I can keep my word, I’m sure I would evolve lik a phoenix born out of d ashes.( Oopss..i’m deviating… so getting bac to d point..)
What wil my blog be all about!!!! I wondered- (whts a silly thought!!).Its obvious that my blog is gonna echo d voices from within, the voices that wernt voiced, this is “neshaz space- all that woes ‘n woo’z her”. Lots of current issues- which were furorees, controversies; disturbing, exhilarating happenings; ideas, virtues close to my heart; and lotzz more.
My fingers were always poised to d keyboard- had dat urge to reveal out- but the thief of time-“procrastination” won d battle. Finally, now I wanted to blow up this damn thing.
I’m defntly not planning forra rhetoric writing, but still- I would be blogging something that makes sense in some way( I hope so!!).
‘n by d advent of time, I would evolve as an astute blogger …… ‘n now tel me- was that a perfect candidate forran hyperbolic forethought!!! So, now being in d state of –“botched up wid relationships— I have taken a vow that in no way I’m gonna endorse even d silliest of immoral stmnts/actions/thoughts that defy the ethical etiquette. So, if I can keep my word, I’m sure I would evolve lik a phoenix born out of d ashes.( Oopss..i’m deviating… so getting bac to d point..)
What wil my blog be all about!!!! I wondered- (whts a silly thought!!).Its obvious that my blog is gonna echo d voices from within, the voices that wernt voiced, this is “neshaz space- all that woes ‘n woo’z her”. Lots of current issues- which were furorees, controversies; disturbing, exhilarating happenings; ideas, virtues close to my heart; and lotzz more.
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