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Nostalgia

December 19, 2011 / / 4 Comments

Today morning I had a rather dull start and I was seeking some motivation to move on. I was digging my mailbox for something useful or something interesting and I found out a thread of conversation that I had among some best friends of mine in college, a few months back. It brought back memories and I got too nostalgic and penned down the below words. I just meant to write what I felt but it came out in the form of verses and I just went along. It is not exactly a poem, but just a feeling that came out this way. It might be a bit raw, like a child’s attempt at poetry. Still I felt that it was special because what caused this was special. So here it is, I dedicate it to all my friends.

Bored was her heart, seeking a new start,

The day seemed long and dull; she was searching for a lull,

She hit upon an old conversation with her friends in her mailbox,

As she read it, she was washed over by a wave of nostalgia,

All the fun they had, the teasing charade,

The family tree, movie-spree,

The non-stop assignments that became friends’ consignments,

All they did was to bunk classes and eat junk food at the hostel,

Yet those days are dear and the laughter was still ringing for her to hear,

The silly fights and the patch-up times, always had them laughing later like a wind-chime,

To think of all those now, seemed like a bygone fairytale,

All that is left now is the memories and slam book memoirs,

And a never-ending song in her heart.

Until later 🙂

P.S : I don’t know what’s with me and the color Cyan. I seem to be liking it more and more by each passing day, that I want to see it everywhere and use it everywhere. Is it because winter is here and I have always associated any shade of blue to winter?

Be (un)comfortable

November 13, 2011 / / 4 Comments

Hello all 🙂

How has life been for you? It has just been fine. Have been digging others’ blogs. Got a few honors bestowed upon me. 🙂 🙂

The first,

Pradeeta, better known as Mystical Skeptical Me gave me a special place in her colorful star-set and am so happy about it. Also, I am happy that she bestowed me with Aubergine Purple. After all, purple has taken over the post of my favorite color, after successfully pushing royal black to the runner-up place. Describing me in a way I had never seen myself, she touched my heart and made me go bonkers with happiness over the next few hours. The way she wrote out the accolades for all of her favorite writers was simply mind-blowing.  If you are not following her already, please go over and do.

Next,

Did a guest post on Adhi’s blog. Just a little story that I wrote and he found it good enough to let me post it on his blog. The story means lot to us both as it is half-true and half-fiction. It touches our lives so deep that none can ever fathom how deep. So, I just posted it, just like that and just for us. Do head over and read, if you feel like. The post is here: Ghosts from her past. Also, let me know your thoughts. There is no great feeling than knowing that someone loves your writing. 🙂

Next,

The guy who is the god of humor, Kalpak, asking me to do a paragraph for the guest(s) post @ his blog. I have to think really hard and come up with something that will be good enough to match the noises of his empty vessel.

Now, coming back to the post, I warn you. It is an advice kind of post but I decided to go ahead and post it because I found it good enough when I followed it and hence thought I would share the same with you people too.

We all live our lives inside a circle. A comfortable circle drawn by us. We never come out of the comfort zone. Very rarely do we break the usual routine of lazy Sundays, sleeping for almost half of the day, eating only the food that we love, doing stuff that we love. Never out of the box. As I was living that kind of routine life, my guy gave me an idea for a change. The idea was get out of the comfy zone and do something for a change. How ever small the thing might be. It might be a different outfit than the usual, a walk home from office though if it is a bit more of work to your legs than you usually give, trying some food that you have shunned long ago due to some reason, getting up early for a change and again if you are an early sleeper, taking a night out from sleep.. Anything! Literally anything you might try. It really feels good once you do it. Gives you a vibe. A breather. Whatever you call it.

I tried to pick this idea up and do one thing that I would normally not feel comfortable doing it, a day. However, due to a lot of reasons, I could not stick to one thing a day. So I just picked out ideas from my mind and started doing it whenever I can and I tell you. It feels good. It makes me get out of the bored shell that I sometimes go into. Makes me love life more. Makes me look forward to every new day. A list of few things that I tried out are (Just to give you an idea and of course, to flaunt what I have done :P)

~ It has always been a “NO” to drinking as much water as human body needs, in my case. I do not drink water more than a glass or 2 at one go, because I hate the gurgly feeling that it gives and I feel like I am having a Tsunami inside my tummy. But then, I decided to give it a go and drank 1 litre/hr for all the awake hours in a day.

~ I walked home from office the entire distance, though I knew that it would take a tough front with the flat feet I have.

~ I joined Aerobics class. This I did for the greater good that it would do to me. I have never been a fit girl in my entire life. A little bit of exerting and you will see me panting my lungs out . This can also attribute to the hostel food, where I don’t get to eat nourishing food. But I wanted to do my bit and hence aerobics. I was afraid that I would make a fool of myself because I have never been good at mind-body co-ordination, yet I did not let my mind think and just enrolled into the class. And now, I am glad that I did.

~ I woke up really early one morning.

~ Took up initiative of certain things at office, which I would not normally.

and so on. However trivial it might be, I found the change a warm welcome. Planning to do a few more things.

So, if you think you need a change, do not hesitate to try something. Trust yourself and do it.

Until later 🙂

P.S: I love PeeVee’s P.S’s. 🙂 Head over to her blog and read them and her posts too 🙂

My missing senses

November 7, 2011 / / 8 Comments

Don’t get the title wrong. I am still sane-minded enough to be around. This post is about a different kind of senses. I did not notice anything abnormal about myself until I grew up. But now, as my evil mind analyses and draws conclusions on every single thing that I do, I find out a lot about me – Some conclusions sane, some insane. It’s hard to escape my judging mind. And that’s one reason I can’t get over regrets soon enough.

So, back to the point, I have noticed that I miss certain senses that are easily classified as reflexes or at least common in most people. First of all, a sense of direction.  Explain a way to some place with just words; I am sure to get it wrong without any help from people on the road. Ask me how to drive to a  nearby town from my home-town, I wouldn’t know. I would rather tell you which bus to catch, where to get down and all that but never the direction in which you have to drive. I wouldn’t even know if that is within the range of a few kilometers. I am pretty sure that later on, in the future, if I decide to get somewhere by driving my car, I will get lost. I have always gawked in wonder at my uncles who drive their cars to different cities without even having to ask anyone on the road.

Direction                                 Image Courtesy:http://www.cartoonstock.com

Next will be my sense of balance. Irony is that my zodiac is Libra the symbol of which is balance scales. 😐 Though I am not the Bella type girl from Twilight saga, I do not have a pair of feet that would support me indulge in adventures like hiking, trekking and such fun stuff. I have always wanted to do these, but I know too well what will happen. I remember too well the one incident that made me realize that I am not a person of balanced feet. During the IV trip in first year of college, my friends climbed up a small mountain kind of thing for fun, rather than taking the normal road route. It seemed fun and I did it. I got to the top and then I couldn’t climb anymore because the path had become too steep. I felt that if I take a step up, then I would be rolling down in a matter of seconds. So, I decided to climb down the way I came up. Even that, I couldn’t. With each step I tried to take, I felt the steep ground giving away. To top it all, the strap of my sandal decided to give away at that exact moment. (I mentally made a note that I’d have to talk to Murphy and ask him not to be so biased towards me.) Frustrated with my vain attempts to climb up/down, my friend came up again and literally dragged me down. After this show in front of my whole class, I don’t think I will dare again to do such stuff. Adventure was not meant for me. 🙁

Balance                                 Image Courtesy: http://www.orbitalsounds.com/

 The next one cannot be exactly classified as sense, but I have suffered enough and am still suffering of it.  A sense of mathematics or rather analytical thinking. Ask me to think logically, creatively, innovatively – I will try and come up with something that is worth, to say the least. Ask me to think analytically and then I am at a loss and hence so are you. Even now, doing mental maths is a herculean task for me. I will rather ask someone by my side the sum of 242,897,323,9273 and 1545 or use a calculator. It is not laziness, I swear. By the time I finish doing this mentally, you could have had a little nap. Railway timing baffles me, Still. 🙁 I need time to think it out. Distance in units baffles me. People ask how far is my place from Hyderabad and I blink. I will say 18 hrs travel instead of 899 KM (I googled :P)If you say that so-and-so place is 40 KM from here, I wouldn’t know how long a drive it would be. If you ask, how many days is December 17, 2012 from now, you will have to go have your coffee and come back for answer.  I think you get my plight.

That's my style                                           Image Courtesy: http://3.bp.blogspot.com

Above image is my style, when it comes to Maths.

I am not sure if everyone goes through this. But, I have been with enough people to know that my brain is wired wrongly, at least in such aspects. So much, for being the daughter of a man who has an excellent sense of direction and a sister of a guy who absolutely shines at analytical thinking. I seriously think my bro took all the good stuff from my parents’ genes, being the first child. Hmph. 😐

Have you been always comfortable with all these stuff?

Until later 🙂

A lost voice!

October 16, 2011 / / 8 Comments

A sore throat and suddenly the world seems so sore! Yeah, I got laryngitis. It started as a common cold, then a kich-kich at my throat. I began my hot-water-drinking therapy and it seemed to go away. When I was just starting to gloat on the fact that it went away, it whooshed back on me again in full-form. It again went from cold to throat infection (meaning a pricking throat) and now my precious voice is gone 🙁

I have always had a very high pride on my voice, since I remember. It is neither shrieky high-pitched nor the otherwise. But, the thing is it used to take in all the strain I give it and be the same. Then, during my 7th grade, my voice was mysteriously affected and I used to get laryngitis once a month and lose my voice for the rest of the month. I was so pissed off by this thing, which I could not cure with any number of home remedies or medicines. (However, it helped me in escaping oral tests in class. 😉 Whenever a teacher asks me a question, I would look at my bench-mate and the poor guy would get up and repeat the rehearsed line- “Mam, she has got sore throat and can’t talk at all.” As a proof, if I open my mouth to say anything, nothing but wisps of air would come out)

Then after 7th grade this thing vanished as mysteriously as it came. I was happy and that was when the happy accident – joining NCC junior wing came along. I had not realized the full potential of my voice till then. When I joined NCC and tried out for commander position, I realized that I had hit Jackpot. And from then, I was the most eligible candidate for troop commander in my school. I started treating my voice like a princess and used to fuss over it so much (especially a few days before an upcoming sports day parade or independence day). To lock myself inside a room and try commanding with dignity became my hobby. All this went well until I decided myself I am good enough to try for that post in the regional level too. There were more number of eligible candidates than I thought, which was a rude shock. But, still I could rely on my voice and progress until the competition was between me and another girl alone. It was pretty tough for the officials to choose between us as both our voices were unique and good in their own way and the style of commanding too paralleled. So, then the disaster struck. They decided to go with the height and boom! There went my dreams. Being the short girl, I was rejected.  🙁 🙁 I cried my hearts out and struggled a lot to accept the fact that my precious voice had been rejected 🙁 Growing up, I consoled myself to be happy with the fact that I could still command at my troop level if not at higher levels. I was the commander for a whole of 2 schools when it came to sports day, independence day or any other parade.

Continuing with the same passion, 5 TN Girls Battalion NCC gave me my chance and I marched off to glory in commanding. I used to limit my talking a few days before the parade to save enough energy and I got my rewards too 🙂 I used to get compliments from unknown persons and staff saying that my commanding was fabulous and majestic. My joy had no limits. Through all these steps of journey, I became more and more attached to my voice. And then, the ultimate happened. Once when we were rehearsing for an independence day parade and the air wing were off to a camp, I was even allowed to try compete with the guy commanders for the position of over-all parade commander. (Actually, if the air wing is present, the overall parade commander will be invariably from their troop, because, they represent one word -“Perfect” and they deserve it anyways) That, is a big honor because of 2 things:

1. In PSG Tech NCC, the sole girls wing does not get much attention, because of the low population, less dedication among most girls and hence the number of achievements were also less. Most guys just used to look at us like trash while we were practising. Nevertheless, we who cared enough and were dedicated enough, survived and did our bit.

2. How much ever I argue, I cannot deny the fact that guys are better in stamina and their proportionate physique helps them march in a better way. Still being girls did not stop us from trying and improving.

So the fact that I was allowed to try to compete just for my voice, ignoring the usual girls wing bashing and the height factor was a huge thing for me.  And so I tried. Five of us (me and 4 other guys from various other troops) were allowed to do a commanding once and were asked whose was best. Being the modest people we were, we all invariably told someone else’s voice was the best. I had a little trouble in doing it because I felt though all of us did a good job in using the style of commanding, when it came to loudness factor, my voice seemed to beat it out. But, I also knew it was only because of the usual husky nature of guys’ voice that my voice seemed louder. Girls’ voice pitch is always shriller and hence seems louder 😀 (But, not to be the arrogant, over-confident self, I pointed a classmate who was also competing and told his commanding was the best.) And with that advantage, the organisers allowed me to try the whole parade commanding rehearsal once. But, my reasoning knew it was a lost cause, because there were only 2 more days for the actual parade and though I know the routine, I was not an expert. I had never practised the overall commanding routine once. Nevertheless, I decided to give it a try though I was scared that I would make a fool of myself in front of the whole college troop. All the girls wing members encouraged me to do it, saying coming this long is a great chance for girls wing.

So, I gave it a shot and yeah, I made a fool of myself not properly doing the routine. But, when I was done, I was not disappointed. I felt proud for going a distance that none from the girls wing managed to go. Competing with the guys who were obviously better and still getting a chance. I was so happy! 🙂 So, they let the guy who had a previous practice and had rehearsed till now go ahead and do the overall commanding. And yeah, still I got to command my troop, as usual and I did it as best as I could.

All these for a lost voice, you ask? I say, yeah! Because my voice holds that much memories for me and happy moments. After I passed out of college, my junior girls used to call me from camps or rehearsals, and ask me to do a command over the phone so that they can learn and do better in their parades. 🙂 Although, when I did it, when I was at home, my mom had a hard time explaining to the neighbors, that her daughter had not gone insane. (My neighbours not understanding the Hindi commands and why I was suddenly yelling out my lungs). I was happy that I was an inspiration for someone out there.

A click of me reporting my troop as a part of the parade routine! 🙂

Till now, I hold and cherish these memories. And now that my enemy visited me and deprived me of my voice, I got reminded of all this and I decided to pen it down. I miss my voice, though I do not have any NCC commanding to do these days. My dear voice, please come back soon. And now am wondering how I am gonna call my on-site co-ordinator and tell him that I lost my voice and hence cannot discuss the status of my project. 🙁 Sign language does not help over phones, right? 🙁

Ending the long post on a short tip. As I was googling home remedies for re-gaining my voice, I found out that whispering causes more strain on the vocal cords than a low voice and hence people, if you get laryngitis, just keep mum until your vocal cords are better. Do not whisper, for it will aggravate the condition. Saying is harder than doing though 🙁 Let me try my best to zip my mouth until I get my voice back.

Until later 🙂

Murphy’s law ruling my life

August 29, 2011 / / 0 Comments

Mr.Murphy at his personal best in my life:

In the morning rush to office, when I find my headphones in at their tangled best, just when I want to call family. This happens every day without fail, how much ever carefully I fold them in neat circles, the previous night. It is like they conspire against me over the night.

I will get a call only when I am washing my tiffin box or washing clothes, to keep it short, only when my hands are busy and I cannot attend the call.

Whenever I want to dry out my clothes, the lines will be full of other peoples’ clothes.

When I am on sick leave for that 1 particular day thinking there is not much work. The mishap has to be planned and executed on that day. Yes, somehow there will be more work and people who are supposed to work as my back-up will screw up and call me once in ten minutes for some doubt or other that I will wish that I had gone to office instead of facing this.

When I get really frustrated about Hostel food and decide to make Maggi for myself. The kirana shop will have all types of noodles, foodles and what not, but except the simple Maggi masala, which is the one I want.

When I buy something and find something better than that. Why? Why me? 🙁 🙁

When I am on travel with my mobile dangling on the last point of charge and my compartment’s charging point does not work.

Whenever I am awarded something at office, I will not be able to be there to receive it. Someone has to receive it on my behalf.

Whenever some function comes up in my family, it invariably gets fixed on the date when everyone will be planning for a leave and hence I have to play deal or no deal with my colleagues to get them to be my back up.

When I am craving for Mom’s dosa, a friend sends a mail with zillions of photos of varieties in dosa and I start thinking about the option of murdering the sender and going to jail (secretly hoping the food there will be better than the hostel’s).

My room has 4 plug points apart from the TV slot. Still I cannot find a place for connecting my internet modem and find a comfortable place nearby to sit and use my laptop. After trying all the permutations and combinations, I officially gave up and strew all the wires across my room and set it up in the lousiest yet best possible arrangement in my room.

Our team will have the most number of huddles, meetings and discussions, when I am working without a minute to spare. God sir, how good it would be if you could lend some of your hands. (But, I am not sure if I will refrain from strangling the person arranging such pointless meetings, with one of your hands.)

Until later 🙂

P.S: Post is prone to be edited as Murphy decides to try me with newer tricks.

P.P.S: This blog will be on long leave since I am off to my home starting tomorrow and will not be back for some 10 days. Bro’s marriage it is. Yay!

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