3rd DEGREE!

THIS (3rd sem) has by far been the most dreaded month of my life in terms of academics.. IF there is anything worse than a 3rd degree torture (I haven't experienced 3rd degree nor do I intend to but the degree of that torture is quite obvious in movies) then its THESIS. My topic "Public Relations in Public and Private Sector: case studies on SAIL and TATA Steel". Well, it sounds so boring.. just imagine my condtion when I had to do the whole dam thing. Its 2:40 in the nyt n m still stuck in college. wat can be a worse way to commence the weekend! This is a part of the MS Communication course that m doing, although I have no clue what good it has done to me! I have lost count of the number of sleepless nights I have had because of THESIS. Undoubtly this is the most dreaded six letter word in my life right now.
The only thing I enjoyed in the thesis was writing a acknowledgement. Initially I had a funny feeling towards Acknowledgement but now that I have gone through THESIS I actually feel the need to acknowledge the contributiong of all those who have seen me thru this traumatic experience..
Hell, I am not making it dramatic atal. My life is soo scrwd!!

Teriyaki!

Guess what! I spent a good 6 hours in Cafe Coffee Day today. Errr... nooo I was not catching up with old friends. I was with someone I stay almost all the time. So what was interesting enough to keep me glued to the place for sooo long u may ask. Well, its the CHICKEN TERIYAKI SANDWICH. All the people who have a tongue for good food must try this out. And the veggies can have the spinach and corn sandwich.
I spent so much time and d only thing that kept me seated there for so long was Teriyaki. Its got soya sauce, honey, white vinegar, lots of garlic, mayonese and other indegredients. All the things I like in one recipe.. that is Teriyaki..
I don't quite enjoy the music there though coz its the same repetitive I AM A BARBIE GIRL and SEXY EYES. But the place is a good hang out. I chilled out with my laptop and a book named DATELINE ISLAMABAD. I am still reading it so will write about the book once I finish it.

A Thousand Splendid Suns!

A voracious reader that I am, I read almost anything and everything I can lay my hands on. But obviously I do have my favorites too. I love books which are realistic... Books which evoke all the senses in the reader. Recently I read A THOUSAND SPLENDID SUNS by Khalid Hosseini. If you read the book you won't be surprised why this book is a best seller. This book so beautifully deals with the plight of women in Afganisthan, an issue much talked about. It is a fiction in a factual way. Sounds like an oxymoron but the imaginary tale is not really make-belief. The names and the events are twisted but they bear a strong resemblance to the real events in the lives of women in Afganisthan. It shows the quandry of women wedged between their youth and their husband's fading youthfulness. Most of these women are forced to marry men twice their age for reasons most unjustified. In the process they lose their adolescnece to these male chauvanists. But the women there are so dependent on the male members of their families that there is little they can do to improve their quality of life. Starting from the common man to the government, everyone isto blame for this distressing plight of the fairer sex in this sexist country.
But there is still a ray of hope. And althought this book shows the dark side of the life of Mariam (one of the two protagonists), Laila (the second protagonist), however, manages to find peace with her lover. So it is dark and optimistic too. Though one would feel terrible about Mairam, Laila's happiness comes as a relief.
Its a great read. Its one of the best books I have ever read in my life. For all those unaware souls, KITE RUNNERS by KHALID HOSSEINI is an awesome book too. These two unique books are worth cherishing for a lifetime!

INSATIABLE!

Sleep no more said one of Shakespere's character (Gawd! I don't remember who it was.. I guess Shylock.. excuse me if I am wrong... my memory sucks!).. but SLEEPING is the best thing one can do. I wish I was a bear. I could happily hibernate for months together without feeling rotten about it.. coz bears are meant to be that way, right! God bestowed that divine power in them to hole up for months. God, I wish you were that benevolent on humans too.. hehehe.. I am sorry.. I am being a lil too ambitious.. but again human beings are never satisfied with what they have.. I am sure bears have this advantage too.. they must b contended with what they have.. errr.. who knows anyways... BEARS DON'T whine and grumble.. hehehe.. and even if they do it is beyond human understanding. As they say, GRASS IS ALWAYS GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE... and the grass seems a lil too green and attractive on the other side. Thats why they say HUMAN NEEDS ARE INSATIABLE..
Alrite, I am into some serious bukkshit right now.. God save all the souls (if any) reading this "pointless" blog.. AMEN! :P

A perfect Holiday!

What are the ingredients required for a puuurrrffeeecct holiday?
Great place, even greater people, good food and good wine. :P
And all these ingredients were there in my vacation to Chandigarh, Manali, Simla and Chail. It was a short vacation but a funfilled one.
Of all the places i went I loved Manali the most. It was so picturesque that one could just sit outside ones room and admire the view for hours together without getting bored. It was as if I was living a movie. The air stirred, the sun slipped behind a cloud and then came a slight drizzle which stopped in no time making the atmosphere a lil sleepy and misty. It was a sight worth seeing.
The Vishisht Temple lane had its own charm. More than the temple the approach to the temple was mesmerising. It was a typical "pahadi" feel. I just can't explain how intoxicating it was.
Rohtang Pass was another major tourist place there. It is the highest point in Himachal pradesh. It is 13500 ft above sea level.. Phew! the road to Rohtang was breathtaking. Snow capped mountains, glaciers, streams throughout the way... It was amazing! the whole place was so good that it puntured the pores and raked my senses.
Simla was another sight all together. Although it was not as picturesque as Manali, the place had a different feel to it. The mall road in Simla was d ultimate place to be in. Happy thoughts are the only thoughts one would think there. The place is such that youthfulness which has deserted people would find a new life there. I am not very good with words but all I can say is that the place rocked!
On the whole, it was a great place and I had a wonderful time with my family and my cousin. Would do an encore soon.

Maths.... sucks!

So here goes my 5th blog... or 4th blog.. errrr.. I have never mastered the art of calculation (though it doesn't need too much effort to master it :P).. well I have never been good with numbers. Maths is something I have always detested.. loathed.. abhorred.. abominated.. I guess this clearly shows the intensity of my hatred towards this subjects. To put it more optimistically my mind cannot be tied down by formulas.. It is too creative and far too visionary.. I remember scoring just a mere 48 of 100 in my 10th boards. For any other Kid my age, to score a 48 in an exam so weighty, all hell would have broken lose but it was not any other kid.. it was ME! 48 for me is a BIG number. I was ecstatic with joy.. I couldn't believe I passed. My parents I thought would break down with this kind of shameful performance (shameful for them but achievement for me :P) were actually not all that shaken up. I guess they had faith in me.. full faith that I WOULDN'T pass but when I surpassed their confidence they were I believe "contented".
Moreover, my tuition Sir was blatant enough to say "She passed? Are you sure?" huh! Yes Sir, I passed and passed with elan (well, elan for me as 48 was a big number). So finally my experience with Maths came to an end.. and it ended for good coz 11th onwards I took up something I really liked n that was Arts.. or as many call it Humanities!

Just Something........

Off late I have developed this strange habit of writing.. as u can c from my blog post dates, I have been doing it a lil too often.. well well, that just goes to show how jobless I am.. but to write it in a positive way, this just goes to show how well I am utilising my "joblessness".

So here I am, 3:43 am is the time, wide awake like an insomniac with demons and angels of my own, contemplating the future, recollecting the sweet memories of the past, and enjoying the present. Ya n I forgot to mention the most important thing, rather not so important for any of u but it is for me, I am running 103 degree temperature thanks to Mumbai rains. But no worries, I am in Pune with my closest people enjoying every bit of attention and also taking undue advantage of it. Lol, yeah I know I am a lil mean but it's OK. With friends like these who needs a nursing home/hospital anyways. I am paranoid of needles hence no hospitals. But to my utter dismay I was dragged to one and the doctor said HAEMOGRAM TEST. It blew the day lights outta my head. I held on to my friend and was on the verge of tears when I saw a lady asking us to follow her to the B wing of the hospital. Each step that I took made me closer to NUMBNESS.

Finally i was made to sit in a chair and it was not in the least like a HOT SEAT and I could see from the corner of my eye an angry looking lady. I thought she would suck all the blood from my body by her mere presence but thank God it was not all that bad. It pricked but not for long and I took a sigh of relief that I survived it and so did the others around.

NO I am in no way a not-so-courageous girl but needles and hospitals do make me sick with worry. Otherwise I am adventurous and independent.

OK now enough about what I am. I know I am a lil notorious for diverting from the topic. But after beating around the bush for a little while I generally come back on track.

But right now the best track that I can think of is my bed. So here I sign off. I hope my writing passions keep igniting itself often and I keep utilising my time in a constructive way.

Its 4:11 am and I am not so wide awake, with only angels of my own, and 101 temperature. :P

Mumbai "not meri jaan"

I am doing my summer internship in Mumbai. Like every other soul, I was excited about interning in Mumbai. I had made many plans as to what I would do and what I wuld achieve. Like every other dreamer, I had dreamt about how my time would fly in this so called "happening" city. I had this dogmatic view that I was lucky enough to get an internship in Mumbai. Mumbai is this and Mumbai is that, so on and so forth. I thought I would make best use of this opportunity and have as many irons in the fire as possible.
But sooner than later I realised that all that glitters is not gold. Little did I know that I would be left to let the grass grow under my feet. Little did I know that there would be no work atal and that I would be treated as a disposable washrag. Not that the people in office are rude or something but just that when you are left to sip on coffee all day and do nothing constructive it definitely gets on yur nerves. And this is exaclty what is happening to me.
Time in Mumbai (in the day time) drags slow and comatose and fun is incspicuous by its absence. A soporophic droning fills the air around me. The weather coupled with the local tranport adds to my miserey.
A pleasant change from all this is PUNE. The city which is my second home. Whenever I need to destress myself (I am stressed f boredom) I run to Pune (which happens quite often). It gives me immense happiness. I have some of the bestest friends here with whom life is a roller coaster ride. One doesnt have to be a person of indomitable spirit and great courage to face the hardships in Mumbai but it definitely needs a strong will power. I may lack that but I dont mind. Atleast it gives me a reason to be in the place I enjoy and be at ease with myself. My vocal distress over my plight in Mumbai will draw nothing less than passionless nods and it may not seem a big thing but thats ok. I want to be HAPPY and I know where and what gives me happiness.

leavin home...

Yet another painful day of my life.. leaving home and going back to the hostel.. start working like moronic drones.. Gawd! All this is so intimidating. I wish i could stay back home for a little longer.. but in vein! My spirit has sunk to the level of bedrocks. The turn of the century would come and I would still be talking about how much i dont want to leave home and how much I am going to miss my people. I may seem to be havin a fragile connection with reality but thats the way it is. I am such a "homesick" person that I keep wanting to come back all the time. Hostel is not meant for people like me! I mean hostel is fun and I have wonderful people around me but as they say HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS and my heart is in my own home. At home, in summers the world is full of happiness and plenty to go around. In monsoons our clothes are drenched before we reach home but our spirits not even damp and the winters are equally sanguine!
Most intimidating of all is the upcoming exams.. that makes it all the more diccifult for me to leave. Who would want to leave all the luxury and comfort of home and go to the "land of the baking sun" boilingly known as MANIPAL and study for exams?! I so want to hold on to my mood of jubilance and optimism that I experienced these 4 days @ home.....

In the world of ORKUT which has gained so much popularity everything, rather everyone is just a mouse click away. Whoever said that the WORLD IS SMALL must have envisioned the growth of a social networking site like ORKUT.
So what makes ORKUT different from the other similar sites like hi5 or Jhoos or the others? For a person like me who has accounts in hi5 and facebook and jhoos and friendsaroma (all this just to know which networking site works best) and ofcourse ORKUT, I found orkut to be the most user friendly. Another important feature of ORKUT which seems to be unique is that not anybody and everybody can have access to it coz it is based on invitation only.
It is indeed an addiction. Scrapping has been the word most commonly used by the youth and the middle aged alike. But the only difficulty in ORKUT is with the photo album uploading thing. everyone can download those photos to their computers. So one ought to be extremely careful about not uploading single fotos.