Well I don't know exactly where to begin. So if this post seems to be uncorrelated at any point of time, pls forgive me.
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The events that have been happening in my life for the past few days have made me write this post. I'm extremely annoyed and am feeling uncomfortable. When I seek solace, all can obtain is some advise, regarding life and all. That has made me rethink about my life in general. There was a very old question which used to fascinate me.
"Why am I in this universe? Why am I born on this earth?What is my place in this universe? Is it for a reason?If so, what?"
Life is a bit complicated, not as simple as we think. I'm not talking about the emotional things regarding humans only. everything seems to be trivial to us, because we are omitting the fact that, there are other species on earth other than humans. We have (passively) taken for granted our being human,without question. I wonder what I would have been, had I not been a human being. What would have I been? A bird? A worm? A cat? A tree? Or soil? What would have I heard had I been a bird? How would have I experienced smells had I been a dog? How would have it felt to fly without any burden? And how scary would have it been if some human hunted u and killed you? (Not that humans don't kill humans.) Thanks, at least I'm a human. Then I'm the member of a highly privilaged species, a species, which believes that it is the most wonderful creature that has ever come to existence. Again I feel frustration of being a human and at the same time happy about it. Happy because I can read Harry Potter, eat chocolate and learn physics (this is the only reason why I love being a human). But then I don't know how it feels to be another organism. But the fact that humans though highly developed, are causing mass destruction of the earth is frustrating.
And the emotional parts too. I don't know whether other organisms have as much emotion as humans, but human emotion is celebrated, of course the reason being, us belonging to the human race. When the so called relations give frustrations, sometimes we will consider not being a human atleast once. I'm bound by the karma, as described in texts written by humans, for humans, to the world including humans. (Trust me, your world will become boring if you see only humans in it.) And humans judge me, who is a human, and place me in a position designed by humans in a society by humans! Oh! God! [Even the Gods of humans are human shaped ones. Why don't humans worship Gods having other forms? If birds have a God, would it be a Bird God?] It seems to be a never ending loop and I want to get out of it. I want to shun my body and get out of it forever, but it worries me a little, since my "ahankaram" asks me the question "What will happen to me after my death?" I'm willing to die, as far as my conscious mind survives.In other words, if the information processing going on in me survives, I can die happily, since my ahankaram survives. Fear of death is only your pride's fear that it will be destroyed. [This is a new theory I've found out.] What wouldn't I do if my super powered mind gets out of my body without being hurt. I can travel the whole universe without the constraints of my body, go into the core of the sun, go to galaxies, to the centre of a black hole and roam around everywhere in the universe. It is a very exciting prospect. I wonder what happens to the mind when one dies. Mind may be the total outcome of some electrical signals inside you, but what about the information stored in it? Where does it go?Is information not conserved? You live through photos and videos and audio recorded during your lifetime, even after your body dies. Let me rule out silly ghost stories and other stupid stuff. KamalHasan once said "Death is like the full stop to a sentence. Without it, life has no meaning." Stories speak about afterlives, rebirth, many lives; you become different organisms in different lives. In a sense that's true, for everything is made up as a combination of the available resources and they are recycled throughout. You never know, what atom you have got inside you. It is probable that you have got the same electron which was present in an ancient dinosour. :)
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That's all for now, since my human body is telling me that it needs some good sleep. It is in an unknown yet, a world assumed to be well known,on behalf of my being human.
PS:My being human, has given me an opportunity to use the device called computer and type out this post in a human language called English!
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
A banyan tree
There was a banyan tree on a street in a big city. It stood on the roadside,with its branches spread all around it, and with its roots hanging like an old witch's long hair. During day time it stood there watching the heavy traffic on the road and the busy crowd passing beneath its shadows,while the lovely wind would ruffle its leaves and they would acknowledge the wind by nodding happily. Some tired person would take a minute's rest or two, but then he/she too would hurry and disappear in the masses. At night it slept, beside a sodium vapour lamp, with its leaves quiet, with the gentle wind passing soothingly through its branches. The late night traffic would sometimes wake it from its peaceful sleep, and then the tree would wonder at the passengers.
There were two girls, who used to pass by that road, late at night, after their work, in a bus. They used to look at the banyan tree which stood in the shadows of the enormous building behind it and would say, "It looks like a witch!". They would look at it every day and admire it, for it was one of the sights which made them happy along their boring journey back home. The banyan tree had also noticed its friends, and would wait for them every night before it slept. It never spoke to them, but would nod gently with its leaves at its friends; those friends whose dreams and aspirations would bloom and wander along with the wind, in the starry night.
There were two girls, who used to pass by that road, late at night, after their work, in a bus. They used to look at the banyan tree which stood in the shadows of the enormous building behind it and would say, "It looks like a witch!". They would look at it every day and admire it, for it was one of the sights which made them happy along their boring journey back home. The banyan tree had also noticed its friends, and would wait for them every night before it slept. It never spoke to them, but would nod gently with its leaves at its friends; those friends whose dreams and aspirations would bloom and wander along with the wind, in the starry night.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Some feelings
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. :)
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 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........
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