Life has definitely taken an unprecedented turn. It is not what it used to be. Though days are running like anything, i feel somewhat stagnant. But definitely I can tell that life has changed a little bit over the past few weeks. Whether it is the effect of the project we had been doing or, something else, I feel better and that I'm on the right track again after a very long time. Lets say a gap of three years. I've many things to learn, do many things, so that I can do justice to the position where I'm now. I understand that learning is the best thing I like doing. I feel the blessed to have my good friends, thanks to their sense of humor,thanks to my own humor sense, we can invent any funny story with our super duper imagination. And thanks to our dear tutor too, who gave me the suitable boost at the proper time. ( He is a very cute, practical person, I can even write a blog on an anecdote depicting his practical nature, I'm not writing only because he fears that I'll write about that one day. :) And today we have taken a resolution, if we ever make an 'official INO football team', he'll be our 'official coach ( like that in Chak de India), since he's currently our official tutor.)
I had started writing a blog on Mumbai life almost two months ago. But I never finished it. What should I write now? Flashing images of lonely streets bathed in sodium vapour lights, grant old buildings behind them, banyan trees like witches, people sleeping on pavements ( those with tents are lucky), taxies, smart school going children, poor dogs roaming in the midst of crowds and traffic, some sleeping peacefully unaware of the events around them, a colony beautiful cute cats, Mumabai is a city of starking contrasts. Its not what you see on TV; you can't experience what I'm experiencing now, on TV. Kuttos and Mu say that they love Mumbai. I know why. When you go home from Mumbai, the strong feeling you experience will be Mumbai calling you back. I still can remember how happy I had felt on seeing Mumbai from from my return flight last time.
Mumbai is a source of never ending wonders.These are sights of Mumbai from my view, though it is not so elaborate compared to the size of the entire city. :)
PS: Will be back with a very funny story we have invented about our class. :)
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Bloody hell!
My head is already steaming with what I've read now. Blogging is good. But it doesn't imply that a blog is a place to advertise yourself a s the only good one and 'prove' that the rest of the world as useless and corrupted. If anybody has some 'superiority complex' as to the quality of his personality and intellect compared to that of others, he better go and live alone in some other planet. No need to blabber and compare himself to people whom others respect for genuine reasons.
If you need answers better ask yourself and not anybody else. Nobody needs your question to get their answers. And writing something with extremely complicated terms which confuses others and expecting that you can one day demolish something, which has been accepted with strong proofs, just like that, I'm sorry to tell its a wild goose chase. If you've to achieve something, you've to be good at heart, or at least have some kind of positivity in your mind. People who have become achievers haven't become so in one second. They've perceived their path and acted properly according to what their times demanded them.
And keeping a repulsive attitude towards the world won't help anybody. If you are a human, learn to live like a human.
I've not yet read the full thing, but I'm sure I'll definitely go mad if he comes in front of me at all.
PS: The author whose article has made my head swirm, writes useless essays, and thinks that, he' can eventually attract a myriad of fans and be the ultimate saviour. I'm very sorry to tell the truth, that nobody has commented many of his posts ever! Still he writes thinking that he's a genius!
PPS:My 'Dreams Aspirations and Realities' is much much better.
If you need answers better ask yourself and not anybody else. Nobody needs your question to get their answers. And writing something with extremely complicated terms which confuses others and expecting that you can one day demolish something, which has been accepted with strong proofs, just like that, I'm sorry to tell its a wild goose chase. If you've to achieve something, you've to be good at heart, or at least have some kind of positivity in your mind. People who have become achievers haven't become so in one second. They've perceived their path and acted properly according to what their times demanded them.
And keeping a repulsive attitude towards the world won't help anybody. If you are a human, learn to live like a human.
I've not yet read the full thing, but I'm sure I'll definitely go mad if he comes in front of me at all.
PS: The author whose article has made my head swirm, writes useless essays, and thinks that, he' can eventually attract a myriad of fans and be the ultimate saviour. I'm very sorry to tell the truth, that nobody has commented many of his posts ever! Still he writes thinking that he's a genius!
PPS:My 'Dreams Aspirations and Realities' is much much better.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
MUMBAI <---> MUTHOOR
After three months of driness I finally have something to write! I'll write the significant things only! This is about my first journey on flight.
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To attend my MPhil viva on 29th October, I had booked a flight to Cochin, from Mumbai, and due to shortage of leave, I had to cancel my train ticket and booked for a return flight ticket.
Since it was the first time, I was very afraid and kept dreaming almost everyday before the journey, about boarding a flight and wiered things happening in it. Everybody around me kept on consoling me, that there's nothing to be frightened of, but still I was afraid, my biggest fear being air sickness. Suman said "The atmost thing that can happen is that the plane will crash!" Mom used to tease me not to go and get into some other flight! Ho!
At last that big day came. On 23rd October, my uncle dropped me at CSIA, Mumbai. As per the instructions he had given me, I proceeded. There at the entrance a man, hearing me and uncle talking in Malayalam asked me whether I knew the procedures. I told him no, and followed him to the counter. He too was a passenger on SG 101, from Mumbai to Cochin.
In between i have to halt to mrntion that, my first flight had the pecularity of me travelling with only a single school bag with the least amount of luggage I have ever carried in my life (for I had unpacked many things at my aunt's home the previous day)!
So I get my boarding pass, my seat number was 2F. The air hostess had asked which seat did I want. I chose the window seat. My gate number was 6 and taking a cabin baggage tag, I looked for that man, and somehow found him. Then we proceeded for the security check and I to the ladies section. The police woman (she's a very young woman almost of my ge) told angrily at me to put my bag into the xray checking machine. (I was confused because it ws my first time and then put it there) she checked me and I got my bag security checked and with a tag of goindigo! :)
I went directly to the gate and sat on a seat right in front of it. I paid attention to every announcement there and sat very cautiously. I could see the screen at the gate and kept glancing at it every now and then. Finally I saw my 'instructor' arrive and sit on the other side.
I saw CCD on my RHS. : ) ( I found out that every airport has a CCD there. :) or atleast, CSIA and Nedumbassery have! ) A flight to Ahemmadabad was being boarded. Announcement for missing passengers was going on. I phoned home and almost everyone whom I thought I should call (though that amounts to less than five calls).
Truly speaking, my feeling was the same as I feel before an exam for which I haven't learned anything. i.e. It should start soon and end as soon as it can!
Finally, my time came and I proceeded to the gate, showed the boarding pass, my tag, and got into the airbus. Almost all passengers were Malayalis, and there was a family travelling with children, the grandpa took photos of flights taking off, and every child on the bus was excited! And the child who is 23 years old was also excited. I regret my lack of a good camera!
Finally the bus stopped at the entrance to the flight and I got in after showing the boarding pass. The beautiful air hostesses wished everybody goodmorning, and I found my seat Window seat of the second row on the right. An elderly lady, and a girl were my neighbours. I placed my bag in the cabin above and sat on my seat. Then I got cotton and a bottle of water from the AH. placed the cotton in my ear and sat there. I found the seat belt and tried it out! I was actually surprised to find that it was an abdomen belt. I fastened it and by some intution I unfastened it ( I was very happy to do so :) ). The door was closed and the main AH announced and there was demonstration of the safety measures to be followed. The flight kept on moving and waited for its turn in the line of other planes.
I kept looking out of the window and saw the runway and many planes parked far away. At that time, I saw a white bird, probably a crane, almost as a spot. My attention went to it, and I was thinking; "I'm for the first time in the airport, so I should watch planes, but why is this bird capturing my attention?" :)
I touched the solid wall near the window; to know how duralumin felt like; for I had learned in high school that planes are made using duralumin.
Then came our turn. The plane sped off fast on the runway and all of a sudden I was up! Against gravity! Within moments I was high above the sea. The pilot announced the route as west above the Arabian sea and then to south to Cochin. I saw the vast sea which I admire now a days, from above and boats as dots and finger length ships. :) (Those ships must be very large ones!) Then saw the blue of the sea mixing with the sky and at some point, I couldn't distinguish between the sky and the sea. :) Horizon had disappeared. Up at some 30000feet above the sea level, I was above the clouds, the place where I had always dreamed of going right from my childhood. There were clouds and clouds only, just like frozen sea waves. White and soft.
The AH announced that the seat belts could be opened. I went to toilet. I had to stand in a que and waiting there and looking over my shoulder I saw many people. I felt a stage fright sort of thing. Coming back, I heard that coffee would be available at Rs 20, sandwich at Rs 50 etc. Since my bag was kept up, I closed my eyes and started sleeping. I slept for sometime, and when I woke up, I heard that we were travelling over Goa. So I looked out excitedly out of the window, to see, sea and land which appeared just as viewed in a Google map.The altitude was approx. 11000 feet. I was under the impression was that it was Goa and kept watching only to realise that Bangalore and Calicut have passed. The AH was announcing that we would land in a short while. I think I saw Sahya Parvatha, and then I saw a land, from 4000 feet, with a vast amount of greenary, especially, coconut trees. :) The plane was slowly descending.It tilted sideways to change drn. I felt giddy and closed my eye for a while. When I opened them, I saw coconut tree tops, Crosses of two old Churches and atlast as a confirmation to the fact that it really was Keralam, a yellow private bus. :)
The plane landed and the doors were opened. The passengers stood in que to get down. I took my bag from above and got down from the plane. Walking freely towards the exit, I looked for Amma and Acha. I was just about to take my mobile out, and switch it on and call them, that I saw them waiting at the entrance. I walked out and joined them for the other adventures of the day. :)
PS : It took me almost twice the travelling time from Mumbai to Cochin, to reach Muthoor from Cochin. :) I said to Mom; "I wish there was an airport in Pathanamthitta district. It would save time."
PSS: Anyway my first flight was a memorable one. Though I was very afraid of flight at first, the main factor which prompted me to face it courageously was the curiosity to know how it would feel when one went against gravity. (Unlike in a lift.)
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To attend my MPhil viva on 29th October, I had booked a flight to Cochin, from Mumbai, and due to shortage of leave, I had to cancel my train ticket and booked for a return flight ticket.
Since it was the first time, I was very afraid and kept dreaming almost everyday before the journey, about boarding a flight and wiered things happening in it. Everybody around me kept on consoling me, that there's nothing to be frightened of, but still I was afraid, my biggest fear being air sickness. Suman said "The atmost thing that can happen is that the plane will crash!" Mom used to tease me not to go and get into some other flight! Ho!
At last that big day came. On 23rd October, my uncle dropped me at CSIA, Mumbai. As per the instructions he had given me, I proceeded. There at the entrance a man, hearing me and uncle talking in Malayalam asked me whether I knew the procedures. I told him no, and followed him to the counter. He too was a passenger on SG 101, from Mumbai to Cochin.
In between i have to halt to mrntion that, my first flight had the pecularity of me travelling with only a single school bag with the least amount of luggage I have ever carried in my life (for I had unpacked many things at my aunt's home the previous day)!
So I get my boarding pass, my seat number was 2F. The air hostess had asked which seat did I want. I chose the window seat. My gate number was 6 and taking a cabin baggage tag, I looked for that man, and somehow found him. Then we proceeded for the security check and I to the ladies section. The police woman (she's a very young woman almost of my ge) told angrily at me to put my bag into the xray checking machine. (I was confused because it ws my first time and then put it there) she checked me and I got my bag security checked and with a tag of goindigo! :)
I went directly to the gate and sat on a seat right in front of it. I paid attention to every announcement there and sat very cautiously. I could see the screen at the gate and kept glancing at it every now and then. Finally I saw my 'instructor' arrive and sit on the other side.
I saw CCD on my RHS. : ) ( I found out that every airport has a CCD there. :) or atleast, CSIA and Nedumbassery have! ) A flight to Ahemmadabad was being boarded. Announcement for missing passengers was going on. I phoned home and almost everyone whom I thought I should call (though that amounts to less than five calls).
Truly speaking, my feeling was the same as I feel before an exam for which I haven't learned anything. i.e. It should start soon and end as soon as it can!
Finally, my time came and I proceeded to the gate, showed the boarding pass, my tag, and got into the airbus. Almost all passengers were Malayalis, and there was a family travelling with children, the grandpa took photos of flights taking off, and every child on the bus was excited! And the child who is 23 years old was also excited. I regret my lack of a good camera!
Finally the bus stopped at the entrance to the flight and I got in after showing the boarding pass. The beautiful air hostesses wished everybody goodmorning, and I found my seat Window seat of the second row on the right. An elderly lady, and a girl were my neighbours. I placed my bag in the cabin above and sat on my seat. Then I got cotton and a bottle of water from the AH. placed the cotton in my ear and sat there. I found the seat belt and tried it out! I was actually surprised to find that it was an abdomen belt. I fastened it and by some intution I unfastened it ( I was very happy to do so :) ). The door was closed and the main AH announced and there was demonstration of the safety measures to be followed. The flight kept on moving and waited for its turn in the line of other planes.
I kept looking out of the window and saw the runway and many planes parked far away. At that time, I saw a white bird, probably a crane, almost as a spot. My attention went to it, and I was thinking; "I'm for the first time in the airport, so I should watch planes, but why is this bird capturing my attention?" :)
I touched the solid wall near the window; to know how duralumin felt like; for I had learned in high school that planes are made using duralumin.
Then came our turn. The plane sped off fast on the runway and all of a sudden I was up! Against gravity! Within moments I was high above the sea. The pilot announced the route as west above the Arabian sea and then to south to Cochin. I saw the vast sea which I admire now a days, from above and boats as dots and finger length ships. :) (Those ships must be very large ones!) Then saw the blue of the sea mixing with the sky and at some point, I couldn't distinguish between the sky and the sea. :) Horizon had disappeared. Up at some 30000feet above the sea level, I was above the clouds, the place where I had always dreamed of going right from my childhood. There were clouds and clouds only, just like frozen sea waves. White and soft.
The AH announced that the seat belts could be opened. I went to toilet. I had to stand in a que and waiting there and looking over my shoulder I saw many people. I felt a stage fright sort of thing. Coming back, I heard that coffee would be available at Rs 20, sandwich at Rs 50 etc. Since my bag was kept up, I closed my eyes and started sleeping. I slept for sometime, and when I woke up, I heard that we were travelling over Goa. So I looked out excitedly out of the window, to see, sea and land which appeared just as viewed in a Google map.The altitude was approx. 11000 feet. I was under the impression was that it was Goa and kept watching only to realise that Bangalore and Calicut have passed. The AH was announcing that we would land in a short while. I think I saw Sahya Parvatha, and then I saw a land, from 4000 feet, with a vast amount of greenary, especially, coconut trees. :) The plane was slowly descending.It tilted sideways to change drn. I felt giddy and closed my eye for a while. When I opened them, I saw coconut tree tops, Crosses of two old Churches and atlast as a confirmation to the fact that it really was Keralam, a yellow private bus. :)
The plane landed and the doors were opened. The passengers stood in que to get down. I took my bag from above and got down from the plane. Walking freely towards the exit, I looked for Amma and Acha. I was just about to take my mobile out, and switch it on and call them, that I saw them waiting at the entrance. I walked out and joined them for the other adventures of the day. :)
PS : It took me almost twice the travelling time from Mumbai to Cochin, to reach Muthoor from Cochin. :) I said to Mom; "I wish there was an airport in Pathanamthitta district. It would save time."
PSS: Anyway my first flight was a memorable one. Though I was very afraid of flight at first, the main factor which prompted me to face it courageously was the curiosity to know how it would feel when one went against gravity. (Unlike in a lift.)
Monday, August 17, 2009
Deterministic in chaos!
Suman, forgive me for the tiltle for it slightly offends ur determinist's paradox. :) Or does it agree with it? I'm not sure.
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So, here goes the story. I'm in Mumbai these days, in TIFR, and staying at Wadala.I'm cutting many things short, to write this faster. So there are two bus survices which come to Wadala to pick up TIFR students staying there. My mom had made me promise her that I'll always catch the bus, and never ever try going to TIFR by train. :) But today; mom I'm sorry, I had to break it. Hmmm..
I had rushed out of my flat to ther lift today morning to catch the bus. And at the bus stop, I realised that I had forgotten my mobile pouch ( though I had my mob in the bag). This pouch contains many things and I always carry it with me. And I need an id proof to get into TIFR, so my call letter was also in it! I decided to go back and my roommates tried to stop me. But I was determined! (Like Suman's determinist who will change the future. :) )
I said to them; "If I'm late, I'll stay back in the flat". I ran back, and after pressing several times on the lift, it came down, I got in, and a man also got in. I ( I didn't know where he had to get down, so I simply), pressed 12 which is my floor number and as soon as I got down there, I understood that the man had to get down at 9. I opened the door, rushed in and found the pouch on my bed and, hurried up, and closed the door. Then! The lift was going down! of course to 9. I pressed the button many times and waited. But it was going down and down! So I decided to take the stairs which wind anticlockwise, and I almost felt giddy. At 4, my instinct told me that the lift might be there now, so I went there and it was there! Full of 7(?) men. Whom I saw was a boy I knew is in TIFR. I felt a bit relieved! Atleast I'd have a company!
When we finally got down, I ran after him and asked him how he was going? At the junction we found out that the bus had come, so we walked to the local railway station. I asked his name. Umesh. I thought that's what I heard. He being tall was walking fast and I had some difficulty catching up with him. I had run, took the stairs and all and was feeling out of breath. I wanted to drink some water, but didn't stop. I asked him to walk slowly and finally, we reached the station.
Ha! there was a long queue! He suggested me to go to a ladies que, but no such thing was there. : )I first stood in a que which was shorter, and then found an empty counter next to it, and enquired there, but it is some season ticket counter. My friend told me not to leave the que, and asked me to buy two tickets to VT. I bought two, thank God! that que was cleared fast, and we stepped on to the 1st platform. A man directed us to the 4th platform and we crossed the crowded overbridge, and got there. A train came and we asked a person whether it went o VT. He nodded yes and finally, we tried to get in.
What a crowd it was, I was being pushed into the train, no effort from my part as such wasn't necessary! :) The compartment was full of men! (My friend had suggested me to go to the ladies comp. but, I being new to the Mumbai metro, decided to stick to him. :) ) I looked over my shoulder to see whether he had got in! Yes he too was in. :) And I squeezed in through the crowd to the nearest seats. I was happy I got some space to stand freely btw the seats. Then! ( I was actually surprised) A man got up and told me to sit. :) Without wishing for a seat, I got one! :) ( It seems, no I'm sure, I was the only female in that compartment. :)) Suddenly it occured to me that my friend was standing with his back on his back. I offered him to hold it, but he refused. I gave my offer again, and he gave his bag to hold. It was really heavy (earlier while walking to the station, his writing pad had fallen down,which I took and gave him; he had offered to hold my jacket cover, while I was in the que, and again he had asked me to hold his water bottle for a while on the platform, before opening his bag to put it in). The crowd was dwindling slowly. I asked the man sitting nearby when VT would come. Finally VT came, and I got up, my friend told me to wait till the train stopped. We got down, crossed the small track nearby and all of a sudden I was out of VT station!
We searched for the Navy Nagar bus stop, and enquired two girls, they directed us, and we went and waited at the stop. A navy Nagar bus came after a Colaba bus, and as soon as we saw the bus, we rushed into the bus. :) The conductor said something; I thought he was asking me to get in through the front door. I got in through the front door, my friend was going to get in, (the driver was also saying something, and there was a traffic policeman inside) and I was asked to get out and stand in the queue. I had seen people sitting on poles at the bus stop, and wondered it was. Then I understood that it was a que! We stood in the que (luckily it there was no crowd), got in, and I found a seat, and sat, took the ticket and tried to open the window, the mechanism being new to me, I wanted to figure it out, which I did, but had no strength to push it further up. A man in front of me helped to 'hang' (its like that:) ) the latch.
But the bus was moving a bit slow (the most surprising thing is that I didn't feel tensed at all) and I had a class at 9.30. It was already past 9.30, and I was hoping to get to class before 10. (My friend is in 1st year high energy and he had phoned his friend and confirmed that he had no classes.) Finally, the terminus came, and we got down, started walking furiously, my friend told me the reason why he was late; he had woken up at 7.15, slept again thinking its only 7.15, and woke up only at 8.15 again. :) I told him my story, and rushed, showed the call letter at the entrance, and we finally said bye and I ran to AG66, where my class was going on.
I sat in the last row, many people (except my classmates who were in the front row) turned and looked at me. And at the end of the class, we got our corrected assignments. My classmates were really surprised to see me. Moon Moon was standing to my left, she just looked at me (trivially) and turned again to look at me. :) Neha was happy to see me and said;"Ah! you have come", and asked me how I had come. Mathi who obviously thought I was in hostel collected one of the 2 assignments (for I had already collected one myself) from Ma'am, and was almost shocked to find that I was there. Meghna who hadn't noticed me , also looked surprised.
We came out, and went for a tea, and came to the lab, were I secured a computer and started writing this blog. :)
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PS: That's my today's story. Today is the new year according to Malayalam calander. There's a general belief (though I don't believe it) that ur year will be like the first day of the year. :) But,nobody will want to miss the bus everyday, though it has provided a different experience. :)
The thing which I don't understand is, it all seemed to me like a dream. Everything was occuring as if connected (well connections make events, I think), or was it because I was determined? And the most important thing is, how I associated myself to a companion (lets call it symbiosis). I think it is the inherent nature of every living thing to associate with something, which will be helpful for it. :)
PSS: He actually told me (after hearing my reason for being late) that I could have asked my friends to stop the bus till I returned, even he could have caught the bus then!
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So, here goes the story. I'm in Mumbai these days, in TIFR, and staying at Wadala.I'm cutting many things short, to write this faster. So there are two bus survices which come to Wadala to pick up TIFR students staying there. My mom had made me promise her that I'll always catch the bus, and never ever try going to TIFR by train. :) But today; mom I'm sorry, I had to break it. Hmmm..
I had rushed out of my flat to ther lift today morning to catch the bus. And at the bus stop, I realised that I had forgotten my mobile pouch ( though I had my mob in the bag). This pouch contains many things and I always carry it with me. And I need an id proof to get into TIFR, so my call letter was also in it! I decided to go back and my roommates tried to stop me. But I was determined! (Like Suman's determinist who will change the future. :) )
I said to them; "If I'm late, I'll stay back in the flat". I ran back, and after pressing several times on the lift, it came down, I got in, and a man also got in. I ( I didn't know where he had to get down, so I simply), pressed 12 which is my floor number and as soon as I got down there, I understood that the man had to get down at 9. I opened the door, rushed in and found the pouch on my bed and, hurried up, and closed the door. Then! The lift was going down! of course to 9. I pressed the button many times and waited. But it was going down and down! So I decided to take the stairs which wind anticlockwise, and I almost felt giddy. At 4, my instinct told me that the lift might be there now, so I went there and it was there! Full of 7(?) men. Whom I saw was a boy I knew is in TIFR. I felt a bit relieved! Atleast I'd have a company!
When we finally got down, I ran after him and asked him how he was going? At the junction we found out that the bus had come, so we walked to the local railway station. I asked his name. Umesh. I thought that's what I heard. He being tall was walking fast and I had some difficulty catching up with him. I had run, took the stairs and all and was feeling out of breath. I wanted to drink some water, but didn't stop. I asked him to walk slowly and finally, we reached the station.
Ha! there was a long queue! He suggested me to go to a ladies que, but no such thing was there. : )I first stood in a que which was shorter, and then found an empty counter next to it, and enquired there, but it is some season ticket counter. My friend told me not to leave the que, and asked me to buy two tickets to VT. I bought two, thank God! that que was cleared fast, and we stepped on to the 1st platform. A man directed us to the 4th platform and we crossed the crowded overbridge, and got there. A train came and we asked a person whether it went o VT. He nodded yes and finally, we tried to get in.
What a crowd it was, I was being pushed into the train, no effort from my part as such wasn't necessary! :) The compartment was full of men! (My friend had suggested me to go to the ladies comp. but, I being new to the Mumbai metro, decided to stick to him. :) ) I looked over my shoulder to see whether he had got in! Yes he too was in. :) And I squeezed in through the crowd to the nearest seats. I was happy I got some space to stand freely btw the seats. Then! ( I was actually surprised) A man got up and told me to sit. :) Without wishing for a seat, I got one! :) ( It seems, no I'm sure, I was the only female in that compartment. :)) Suddenly it occured to me that my friend was standing with his back on his back. I offered him to hold it, but he refused. I gave my offer again, and he gave his bag to hold. It was really heavy (earlier while walking to the station, his writing pad had fallen down,which I took and gave him; he had offered to hold my jacket cover, while I was in the que, and again he had asked me to hold his water bottle for a while on the platform, before opening his bag to put it in). The crowd was dwindling slowly. I asked the man sitting nearby when VT would come. Finally VT came, and I got up, my friend told me to wait till the train stopped. We got down, crossed the small track nearby and all of a sudden I was out of VT station!
We searched for the Navy Nagar bus stop, and enquired two girls, they directed us, and we went and waited at the stop. A navy Nagar bus came after a Colaba bus, and as soon as we saw the bus, we rushed into the bus. :) The conductor said something; I thought he was asking me to get in through the front door. I got in through the front door, my friend was going to get in, (the driver was also saying something, and there was a traffic policeman inside) and I was asked to get out and stand in the queue. I had seen people sitting on poles at the bus stop, and wondered it was. Then I understood that it was a que! We stood in the que (luckily it there was no crowd), got in, and I found a seat, and sat, took the ticket and tried to open the window, the mechanism being new to me, I wanted to figure it out, which I did, but had no strength to push it further up. A man in front of me helped to 'hang' (its like that:) ) the latch.
But the bus was moving a bit slow (the most surprising thing is that I didn't feel tensed at all) and I had a class at 9.30. It was already past 9.30, and I was hoping to get to class before 10. (My friend is in 1st year high energy and he had phoned his friend and confirmed that he had no classes.) Finally, the terminus came, and we got down, started walking furiously, my friend told me the reason why he was late; he had woken up at 7.15, slept again thinking its only 7.15, and woke up only at 8.15 again. :) I told him my story, and rushed, showed the call letter at the entrance, and we finally said bye and I ran to AG66, where my class was going on.
I sat in the last row, many people (except my classmates who were in the front row) turned and looked at me. And at the end of the class, we got our corrected assignments. My classmates were really surprised to see me. Moon Moon was standing to my left, she just looked at me (trivially) and turned again to look at me. :) Neha was happy to see me and said;"Ah! you have come", and asked me how I had come. Mathi who obviously thought I was in hostel collected one of the 2 assignments (for I had already collected one myself) from Ma'am, and was almost shocked to find that I was there. Meghna who hadn't noticed me , also looked surprised.
We came out, and went for a tea, and came to the lab, were I secured a computer and started writing this blog. :)
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PS: That's my today's story. Today is the new year according to Malayalam calander. There's a general belief (though I don't believe it) that ur year will be like the first day of the year. :) But,nobody will want to miss the bus everyday, though it has provided a different experience. :)
The thing which I don't understand is, it all seemed to me like a dream. Everything was occuring as if connected (well connections make events, I think), or was it because I was determined? And the most important thing is, how I associated myself to a companion (lets call it symbiosis). I think it is the inherent nature of every living thing to associate with something, which will be helpful for it. :)
PSS: He actually told me (after hearing my reason for being late) that I could have asked my friends to stop the bus till I returned, even he could have caught the bus then!
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Flower
A flower had bloomed.
Bright and elegant it stood.
Playing in the hands of the wind.
It gave off its scent, it was very happy.
The time went by, and;
Like the poet had said, it died.
Fell it down from the plant, no scent no colour.
It was my love........
Bright and elegant it stood.
Playing in the hands of the wind.
It gave off its scent, it was very happy.
The time went by, and;
Like the poet had said, it died.
Fell it down from the plant, no scent no colour.
It was my love........
Monday, July 6, 2009
A WEDDING STORY
Today I attended the wedding of my old friend. She used to be my room mate in BSc first year. Its a happy thing that she got married. :) Now the wedding was really good. But I couldn't find any of our old friends at the wedding. I went with my dad. And thank God! The auditorium is bulilt like a theatre, so I could see the wedding clearly.
Now lets come to the story. The auditorium is nearby a very famous Devi temple. My dad went to the temple after dropping me at the wedding place.I went to meet the bride and gave the gift I had taken for her. Then I went and found a seat for me.Dad returned soon before the wedding started (or I think so, for I had found a seat on the end of a row, towards the middle and sat there, with other women who came later). The wedding ceremony took as per protocol. No sooner had the couple alighted from the 'mandap', than almost all the viewers started leaving the hall. I was wonderstruck and waited for sometime. Guess where they all were going? Of course for the wedding feast!
After sometim, I too left the hall and phoned dad. Luckily he found me and we stood waiting. The first set of people were all in, eating. So we wwaited and then, dad told me to go and wait in a place where there were more women.So I went to the main door of the mess hall, to be at the front of a line which was slowly being formed behind me. :)
The entrance at which I was standing was a large one with a shutter for its door. All the people in the first set came out together after finishing their feast, and I being at the front got inside, along with two small girls and their mother. I found a seat and sat there, but changed it soon, 'coz the floor was a bit slippery. I could see dad from my seat, through the window, and signalled him to come in. But he didn't come in. I was wondering what the matter was, when I noticed that the shutter had been closed!
Six people including me, those girls and hteir mim n two other boys had tunnelled into the mess hall! The mess hall was closed to clean up the remains and lay new leaves and all. Hmm now, the only way was to wait and watch. So I sat there, though I was feeling a little bit guilty for the smartness with which I had tunnelled inside, with so many people waitng outside the hall! I watchedd the way the leaves were laid and the curries were served. It was like the coming of two signals. :) One person will come and serve one curry and the other will come after him, they will scan one row and then the next row. A serial process. :) At last, after almost 20 minutes, the shutter was opened. Then I felt relieved for having tunnelled. :) There was a sudden rush and all was sudden! :) Usually finding a seat for a wedding feast is a very 'exciting' (both practically abd literally) process. But today I was lucky infact! :) The rest is history.The 'palada paayasam' was extremely good. :) ummm... :)
Before leaving,I went and met the newly wed and took a photo with them. Bidding good bye, I went to dad and we together went to the bus stop in front of the temple and got a direct KSRTC bus. And we started back for the activities of the rest of the day.
PS: The bus route is actually lovely. It's so 'coz, my dear school were I had the second phase of my dreams and aspirations is on the way. I could see my favourite 10A class and my last bench seat from the bus, (its in the main bulding which faces the road). Nine years back I was there, my friends were there;but now, only those memories remain.
Friday, July 3, 2009
DRENCHED!
Its after a long time that I'm enjoying rain. The pond on the way to uty hostel is overflowing. It is such a great pleasure to watch it, for it was dried upto its bottom in summer. Now it overflows through a small channel on the road, to the nearby 'forest'. And many streams have formed on that 'lonely road'. Its really a pleasure to listen to the sound of flowing water. Rain is in its full strength. But its very cold. Bitterly cold. And how will it be if you don't have an umbrella with you?
I had forgotten to get my umbrella from my father and was left umbrellaless. I was dependent on my junior, she gave me her umbrella for two days. Thanks to their viva voce, she was in hostel for the last 2 days. But their course ended today and I had to come home. So I returned her umbrella and hoped to get home before much rain.
I started from dept at about 3.30pm, it was really cloudy, but I hoped to reach the bus stop before it rained. I had just covered only abt 1/8th the distance to the bus stop, that it began to rain. With my luggage, I couldn't run. So I got caught in the rain.I sought help of two unknown girls. I tried to phone and get an auto, but he didn't reply.So, the only way was to return. I walked back and sought shelter under the milma booth on the way. The cotton churidar and that too with a horrible chudi bottom was fully drenched; I was wet from head to foot! Refreshing myself with a half coffee, I waited. Luckily I got a return trip auto. I asked the auto driver whether an umbrella would be available at any shop near the bus stop. He wasn't sure. So I asked him to take me to my usual book shop. I went to the shop, bought my usual weeklies and enquired abt an umbrella selling shop. She named the textile shop nearby and I went there and bought a 2 fold umbrella, for it was cheaper. :) And that too after getting that much wet! :)
I got in a bus and went to the KSRTC station, mounted an ordinary bus, and got window seat on the left, at the rear of the bus. It was leaking from above! Hmmm.I was already wet for about 45min, so I decided to endure it for another 45min. I was expecting to feel extremely cold, but I still don't understand why i didn't feel too cold. Was it because,of my being already drenched or due to the shut windows. Anyway I alighted at my stop, walked and reached home.My luggage bag which contained clothes had become heavy after getting wet in the rain! :)
On my way I really wished to call dad and ask him to be ready with some hot water, so that I could take a bath as soon as I reached home. But I couldn't. Thanks to dad, he had it ready, and I took a bath as soon as I could, after reaching home.The cold tap water didn't seem very cold after my rain experience. :) But still I usedthe hot water also for a warm up.
He gave me many things to eat and a good tea. Then mom came back from office. It was abt 7pm. I sat down to watch TV and requested mom to make some chapati for me. Before that I got out my old socks with her help and wore my sweater and socks. :)
Now I do look like a forgiener, though its not the snow but the rain which is making me cold. I don't know whether I'll catch cold, but the drenching and tolerating it for almost 2 hours was very unlikely of me. I'm surprised about myself. :) Anyway it was not so bad, though it was a bit difficult. :)
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