the contents of this post were a forward. i generally click off and delete most forwards barring few which catch my eye. this one caught my eye and when i read it, i realized it was bang on spot. every line of it true. just reading through the mail had me smiling, feeling good and i needed that yesterday. it just so happened that yesterday was one of my days of self comtemplation...where i was going..whats in store for me...what do i have to show for twenty one years of life on this earth...i didnt feel too good at the end of the day but this mail had me smiling and feeling so much better than i had felt all day. i figured i'd rather post it on my blog rather than forward it..so here goes..
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8.. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake. (or vanilla or strawberry!)
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke.
24. Friends.
25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).
28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
29. Playing with a new puppy.
30. Having someone play with your hair.
31. Sweet dreams.
32. Hot chocolate.
33. Road trips with friends.
34. Swinging on swings.
35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
36. Making chocolate chip cookies.
37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.
38. Holding hands with someone you care about.
39. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
40. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
41. Watching the sunrise.
42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
43. Knowing that somebody misses you.
44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
45. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.
although i haven't run around sprinklers...i've been hosed down with a garden hose..but the beach, the chocolate chip cookies, the puppies, eye contact, sunrise and sunset, roadtrips, phone calls, milkshakes and icecreams, getting mail, getting compliments, laughing at the fall of the hat and laughing for every single thing....its all just so me..i just couldn't help cheering up...and i do hope that whoever stops by this post of mine is smiling by the time they are done reading it...
Thursday, March 02, 2006
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Q and A
there is a friend of mine who is quite, i'd say prejudiced, against indian authors. she isn't against indians writing, she just doesn't have the same inclination to read them as she would agatha christie or jeffery archer. i don't subscribe to this view because for me that's like putting yourself down. so if wrote a book in my name and not a psuedo then the number of my readers would would be short of her. but that's inconsequential here as she would read a book written by me in any case, because it would be written by me- thats just how friendships work.
but there are cases where the indian writers make you want to slap them. arundathi roy and shinie anthony.i happened to try the god of small things and kardamom kisses. terrible. i couldn't get through five pages. sure there probably are people who like them, otherwise ruskin bond wouldn't be praising shinie anthony and arundathi roy wouldn't have got the booker. but really...those are two unbelievable books..
but there are some indians who can write and write rivetingly well at that. one of them is vikas swarup. he isnt brilliant...he is good.
Q and A, for those who haven't heard of it, is a book that is about how an eighteen year old waiter at a bar wins a quiz show and wins a billion rupees. but he isnt given the money but arrested for winning the show. you get curious. then you find that his name is ram mohammed thomas. an uneducated boy, whose orphaned life sees him through situations that are hard but not so hard to imagine.
i read the book over the day yesterday. it wasn't the amount he was winning at the quiz show that made me read the book in a few hours but the tales of how knowledge assimilated in fragments through life serves a purpose. it isnt profound or a book that is heavy reading. it just lets you see what things can be and sometimes are in today's world. just because we don't experience them or see them doesn't mean incidents and things don't exist. though a bit cinematic, i'm glad for the ending.
well...i happened to read the book..really like it and wanted to write about it...so there...
but there are cases where the indian writers make you want to slap them. arundathi roy and shinie anthony.i happened to try the god of small things and kardamom kisses. terrible. i couldn't get through five pages. sure there probably are people who like them, otherwise ruskin bond wouldn't be praising shinie anthony and arundathi roy wouldn't have got the booker. but really...those are two unbelievable books..
but there are some indians who can write and write rivetingly well at that. one of them is vikas swarup. he isnt brilliant...he is good.
Q and A, for those who haven't heard of it, is a book that is about how an eighteen year old waiter at a bar wins a quiz show and wins a billion rupees. but he isnt given the money but arrested for winning the show. you get curious. then you find that his name is ram mohammed thomas. an uneducated boy, whose orphaned life sees him through situations that are hard but not so hard to imagine.
i read the book over the day yesterday. it wasn't the amount he was winning at the quiz show that made me read the book in a few hours but the tales of how knowledge assimilated in fragments through life serves a purpose. it isnt profound or a book that is heavy reading. it just lets you see what things can be and sometimes are in today's world. just because we don't experience them or see them doesn't mean incidents and things don't exist. though a bit cinematic, i'm glad for the ending.
well...i happened to read the book..really like it and wanted to write about it...so there...
Sunday, February 05, 2006
communicate to the central government in hindi????
yesterday's bussiness line's front page article was on the possibility, a not-so-far-off possibility that all companies in india including the MNCs would have to correspond with the Govt only in hindi, the rashtrabasha.
india is a developing nation though the lines are blurring and development is fast coming within our range of vision. its just when things start looking up that the politicians decide its going too fast for them to comprehend and decide to slow it all down as fast as they can.
first you decide to call bangalore bengaluru. then you decide that all companies operating in india need to correspond only in hindi. how stunted are the brains of the politicians? and it isnt as though there are only a handful of them...there are hundreds of them and each one with an equal say in the happenings on of the country.
it isn't as though every indian speaks hindi. then again it isn't as though hindi is as simple as switching on a switch. i know..really profound..'switchin on a switch' but isn't it so much simpler to tell someone that when you click the switch one way the fan starts whirring or you have the television working or just plain and simple..there is light! is it going top as simple teachiong every one of india's growing populace the nuances of the language? and in a country like india where there are hundreds of languages and a higher number of dialects to each of those languages it would be forcing hindi on the actual non-hindi speaking masses.
our mother tongue, we learn from the day of our birth for that is the language we hear so much. english. it is a foreign language. but one that integrates the people of india. gives them a platform for addressing issues, for making suggestions, for equity in thought. there is nothing wrong with having to communicate in english. it brings the people of india together amongst their differences at the same time enabling the nation to have foriegn ties.
if made a concrete law, it would only go to show the childishness, vanity and joblessness of the men we've put to power to govern us with our best interests at heart.
how much time do these people have to waste? thinking up ways to regression when the population growth is still largely unchecked. when literacy still needs a saviour. communal harmony is still hanging by the thread in numerous places. oppurtunities are still going unchecked. brain drain is not a thing of the 90s, it is still highly prevalent. research can do with a boost, no not nuclear research or arms research, lower cost of medicines, better living conditions, higher yield of crops- research has no limit. the various sports can get a hand up. a little nudge and a little recognition. there are issues aplenty that need more attention and immediate action and none of it has to do with the language of communication.
if language is a hinderance, we'll find a way. it can be worked around. the men at the centre need not worry about that, they can with the blessings of every indian turn their attention to the rural, the poor, impoverished, sick and illiterate.
india is a developing nation though the lines are blurring and development is fast coming within our range of vision. its just when things start looking up that the politicians decide its going too fast for them to comprehend and decide to slow it all down as fast as they can.
first you decide to call bangalore bengaluru. then you decide that all companies operating in india need to correspond only in hindi. how stunted are the brains of the politicians? and it isnt as though there are only a handful of them...there are hundreds of them and each one with an equal say in the happenings on of the country.
it isn't as though every indian speaks hindi. then again it isn't as though hindi is as simple as switching on a switch. i know..really profound..'switchin on a switch' but isn't it so much simpler to tell someone that when you click the switch one way the fan starts whirring or you have the television working or just plain and simple..there is light! is it going top as simple teachiong every one of india's growing populace the nuances of the language? and in a country like india where there are hundreds of languages and a higher number of dialects to each of those languages it would be forcing hindi on the actual non-hindi speaking masses.
our mother tongue, we learn from the day of our birth for that is the language we hear so much. english. it is a foreign language. but one that integrates the people of india. gives them a platform for addressing issues, for making suggestions, for equity in thought. there is nothing wrong with having to communicate in english. it brings the people of india together amongst their differences at the same time enabling the nation to have foriegn ties.
if made a concrete law, it would only go to show the childishness, vanity and joblessness of the men we've put to power to govern us with our best interests at heart.
how much time do these people have to waste? thinking up ways to regression when the population growth is still largely unchecked. when literacy still needs a saviour. communal harmony is still hanging by the thread in numerous places. oppurtunities are still going unchecked. brain drain is not a thing of the 90s, it is still highly prevalent. research can do with a boost, no not nuclear research or arms research, lower cost of medicines, better living conditions, higher yield of crops- research has no limit. the various sports can get a hand up. a little nudge and a little recognition. there are issues aplenty that need more attention and immediate action and none of it has to do with the language of communication.
if language is a hinderance, we'll find a way. it can be worked around. the men at the centre need not worry about that, they can with the blessings of every indian turn their attention to the rural, the poor, impoverished, sick and illiterate.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
do you ever really get your thoughts together when you grow up?
within a period of four years things have changed. i left school, chose to pursue an engineering degree and pledged unchanging friendships. my college life is nearing completion and i'm now on the threshold of making decisions that are going to most certainly determine the rest of my life for me, more or less.
i look back and see such a carefree period of my life in school. i had nothing to worry about. no complicated relationships. no undue growing up. friends, excursions, mid term exams, board exams, teachers, the principal's room, maths, muthu ma'm, geography, tutions and best friends describe my school life to the dot. what makes school so much more precious to me is that in the twelfth, when most students study judiciously, those of us in my school had the best days of our lives. we went out for movies, the sleep overs, the chalk fights in class, the best friend fights, the class party for our teachers and we were the only twelfth standard batch to pass out with no principal in attendance. sure our fun and prank playing didnt secure us stupendous marks..but i have such unbelivable memories that no numbers could ever come close to.
then leaving the until-then granted familiarity of school i walked into college. any notion of fun at college was diligently squashed by the academic luminaries of svce. we were left with no doubt of the drudgery we'd unknowingly though voluntarily let ourselves into. and to it was quite a transition from the class oneness of the twelfth to the bitching and back biting and race for friends in college. the closest friend of mine from college today, i made for she was from the same school and nothing else. i knew nothing of her and she knew nothing of me and there were quite a few people who watched as we got to know each other, being as we are as different from each other as possible. but then again that was three years ago. though grudgingly accepted, svce inclusive of everyone from the security guard we zoomed past without outpass to my hod with whom i love to get into arguments purely to annoy him, to my english professors who i love arguing with, the canteen accountant who asks me if i'm ill when i buy only one tiffin token and the clothes vigilance squad of two i owe them all my broadened horizons, my introduction to public transport, my insatiable hunger for food of any kind that is vegetarian, my ability to go to sleep on any vehicle in motion within a half hour and my liberation from stage fear.
the funny thing is i've wanted out of college since the day i stepped in but now that that day is nearing i think these years have flown by too fast. ha irony!
well that specifically leaves me 5 months approximately from having to figure out if i'm going to go get a job, apply to some institute for design or management or turn an entrepreneur or just get myself hooked. and however much tempting it is to say hey let me just get hooked...it'd probably kill me within the month to have to do nothing but mundane homely things when i can't cook to save anybody but myself. and getting a job? i wish there was one tailor made for me with awesome remuneration and travel too. but thats wishful thinking. applying to a university is the simplest. but then again i dont find anything in my line of study to interest me enough into an MS. an MBA is still an option. so is design, the performing arts and literature. the one thing about being exposed to too many things is you get confused. i love too many fields to be able to pick the one that i want to give my all to.
well..i started this post in reminiscance and have come to my predicament today...and if any of u who read this have any advice to offer..your welcome to...but then again i might just do what henry higgins finds most annoying in women....listen to everyone, nod and then go do exactly what i want to do..:)
i look back and see such a carefree period of my life in school. i had nothing to worry about. no complicated relationships. no undue growing up. friends, excursions, mid term exams, board exams, teachers, the principal's room, maths, muthu ma'm, geography, tutions and best friends describe my school life to the dot. what makes school so much more precious to me is that in the twelfth, when most students study judiciously, those of us in my school had the best days of our lives. we went out for movies, the sleep overs, the chalk fights in class, the best friend fights, the class party for our teachers and we were the only twelfth standard batch to pass out with no principal in attendance. sure our fun and prank playing didnt secure us stupendous marks..but i have such unbelivable memories that no numbers could ever come close to.
then leaving the until-then granted familiarity of school i walked into college. any notion of fun at college was diligently squashed by the academic luminaries of svce. we were left with no doubt of the drudgery we'd unknowingly though voluntarily let ourselves into. and to it was quite a transition from the class oneness of the twelfth to the bitching and back biting and race for friends in college. the closest friend of mine from college today, i made for she was from the same school and nothing else. i knew nothing of her and she knew nothing of me and there were quite a few people who watched as we got to know each other, being as we are as different from each other as possible. but then again that was three years ago. though grudgingly accepted, svce inclusive of everyone from the security guard we zoomed past without outpass to my hod with whom i love to get into arguments purely to annoy him, to my english professors who i love arguing with, the canteen accountant who asks me if i'm ill when i buy only one tiffin token and the clothes vigilance squad of two i owe them all my broadened horizons, my introduction to public transport, my insatiable hunger for food of any kind that is vegetarian, my ability to go to sleep on any vehicle in motion within a half hour and my liberation from stage fear.
the funny thing is i've wanted out of college since the day i stepped in but now that that day is nearing i think these years have flown by too fast. ha irony!
well that specifically leaves me 5 months approximately from having to figure out if i'm going to go get a job, apply to some institute for design or management or turn an entrepreneur or just get myself hooked. and however much tempting it is to say hey let me just get hooked...it'd probably kill me within the month to have to do nothing but mundane homely things when i can't cook to save anybody but myself. and getting a job? i wish there was one tailor made for me with awesome remuneration and travel too. but thats wishful thinking. applying to a university is the simplest. but then again i dont find anything in my line of study to interest me enough into an MS. an MBA is still an option. so is design, the performing arts and literature. the one thing about being exposed to too many things is you get confused. i love too many fields to be able to pick the one that i want to give my all to.
well..i started this post in reminiscance and have come to my predicament today...and if any of u who read this have any advice to offer..your welcome to...but then again i might just do what henry higgins finds most annoying in women....listen to everyone, nod and then go do exactly what i want to do..:)
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Cause and Effect..
it never struck me. the extent of that tsunami last year until exactly a year after. i don't know how or why but yesterday i was so grieved and then you read about survivors and their memories of the waves...it was disturbing to say the least.
and then i saw this song, an effort by usha uthup and other singers from tamilnadu...their way of showing support with those affected...but the lyrics of the song were pleading with the sea. how can you plead with nature? and just when a group of experts have surveyed the seabed and told us the faultline has yet to be fully corrected and when it does...tehre will most likely be another such earthquake near sumatra and trigger off another bout of the tsunamis.
well...i just wrote something..more to put into words my thoughts than anything else...
The morning after Christmas
The morning after a girl’s night out…
How different could it be?
How more eventful than those morns of past?
Sound asleep when the seabed changed position…
After years in one place, you would want to move…
If only by inches
Someone said there had been a mild tremor
Its happened before, and the roofs didn’t fall…
So what now?
Ripples of waves from the sea to inland waterways-
Geography though long forgotten the order of nature is assumed constant, usually..
Why then?
There are times to thank the media and
One such had come…roaring and tall…
The impact, the devastation- how else
Would I’ve known?
The terrible hand dealt to so many.
So many lives washed away unlived.
Homes and livelihood swept away,
The fury and spirit, the awe and splendor
Shadowed and shrouded by destruction and pain…
A year to the day,
Do we take and accept a scientific outlook-
Nothing untoward, just some tectonic plate movement.
Or do we deserve it?
Isn’t it just that nature vent her fury?
Fury and growth, that we’ve
Chopped and killed, cut and long curtailed,
Mercilessly and unrepenting.
Faults aplenty and with no atonement.
How benevolent can one be?
Even science advocates and agrees to
The theory of cause and effect.
How to then can we plead nature?
How to can one be guilty and pardoned?
And how can we expect,
If we don’t give?
and then i saw this song, an effort by usha uthup and other singers from tamilnadu...their way of showing support with those affected...but the lyrics of the song were pleading with the sea. how can you plead with nature? and just when a group of experts have surveyed the seabed and told us the faultline has yet to be fully corrected and when it does...tehre will most likely be another such earthquake near sumatra and trigger off another bout of the tsunamis.
well...i just wrote something..more to put into words my thoughts than anything else...
The morning after Christmas
The morning after a girl’s night out…
How different could it be?
How more eventful than those morns of past?
Sound asleep when the seabed changed position…
After years in one place, you would want to move…
If only by inches
Someone said there had been a mild tremor
Its happened before, and the roofs didn’t fall…
So what now?
Ripples of waves from the sea to inland waterways-
Geography though long forgotten the order of nature is assumed constant, usually..
Why then?
There are times to thank the media and
One such had come…roaring and tall…
The impact, the devastation- how else
Would I’ve known?
The terrible hand dealt to so many.
So many lives washed away unlived.
Homes and livelihood swept away,
The fury and spirit, the awe and splendor
Shadowed and shrouded by destruction and pain…
A year to the day,
Do we take and accept a scientific outlook-
Nothing untoward, just some tectonic plate movement.
Or do we deserve it?
Isn’t it just that nature vent her fury?
Fury and growth, that we’ve
Chopped and killed, cut and long curtailed,
Mercilessly and unrepenting.
Faults aplenty and with no atonement.
How benevolent can one be?
Even science advocates and agrees to
The theory of cause and effect.
How to then can we plead nature?
How to can one be guilty and pardoned?
And how can we expect,
If we don’t give?
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
do you want me to take you??
well....we just had our first chemical company turn up for campus interviews.
we knew a week in advance. but me being me prepared my resume the day before the actual event. i din't look through one book. din't read one jot. actually i went to sleep at nine, woke up at midnight..read a novel and then went to sleep at four. waking up the next morning at 7..i sure didn't feel like going..i mean really..what were my chances against the engineering bookworms? but i did..what did i have to lose..so i got there and like clockwork...everyone is revising..asking doubts..refreshing..and madam walks in like i have no care in the world..well yeah..
so ok..they give us a low down on their company and then take us through the procedure of how they'll pick less than five of us(not mentioned) from the 300 in attendance..so anyway..first the written..general aptitude and technical..verbal was a breeze..the numericals sucked and logic was ok..and technical..that which i did not prepare for..i actually did pretty well..and guess what..i got through that round..i mean everybody MUST have been worse than me!!
ok..so i go through to GD...a topic as mundane as automation in industries...really!!! how many points of view are there? and how many different points can you come up with? well whatever it was..four of us from that GD got called for the personal interviews..me included!!
ok the interview...i just walked in there again with not much prep at all..i know my basics but specifics of subjects...i'm pretty bad..and how many subjects can you revise overnight? so i just went ahead slept and got my beauty sleep...atleast i'd look fresh!! so i was there waiting to be called and grilled..and who comes and sits next to me???? this guy with an awesome voice and looks pretty good too..sorry..not naming him..ok what the hell..he was called tony..like the frosties tiger...and a nice too..so when your sitting next to a guy with an awesome voice and are discussing the refrigeration cycle with him..your butteflies just fly away...
so when my turn came...i walked in..four uncles..two of them smiling...and two a tad too serious..well they asked me to introduce myself..talk about what i like..din't like blah blah..when did i want to get married blah..why a chem company and blah...anyway that was the nice part..then came cooling towers..distillation columns..the number of plates you need..absorption and then NPSH and the types of pumps and how i determined the diameter of a distillation column...truly..i messed..i told the the basic process in each equipment..technically..i was blank...and no surprises..i didn't get through...
well i ain't in the least bit feeling bad..my dad actually thinks i didn't prepare for the interview..coz i didn't want soda ash manufacture and gujarat or fertilizers in UP..he's right.
we knew a week in advance. but me being me prepared my resume the day before the actual event. i din't look through one book. din't read one jot. actually i went to sleep at nine, woke up at midnight..read a novel and then went to sleep at four. waking up the next morning at 7..i sure didn't feel like going..i mean really..what were my chances against the engineering bookworms? but i did..what did i have to lose..so i got there and like clockwork...everyone is revising..asking doubts..refreshing..and madam walks in like i have no care in the world..well yeah..
so ok..they give us a low down on their company and then take us through the procedure of how they'll pick less than five of us(not mentioned) from the 300 in attendance..so anyway..first the written..general aptitude and technical..verbal was a breeze..the numericals sucked and logic was ok..and technical..that which i did not prepare for..i actually did pretty well..and guess what..i got through that round..i mean everybody MUST have been worse than me!!
ok..so i go through to GD...a topic as mundane as automation in industries...really!!! how many points of view are there? and how many different points can you come up with? well whatever it was..four of us from that GD got called for the personal interviews..me included!!
ok the interview...i just walked in there again with not much prep at all..i know my basics but specifics of subjects...i'm pretty bad..and how many subjects can you revise overnight? so i just went ahead slept and got my beauty sleep...atleast i'd look fresh!! so i was there waiting to be called and grilled..and who comes and sits next to me???? this guy with an awesome voice and looks pretty good too..sorry..not naming him..ok what the hell..he was called tony..like the frosties tiger...and a nice too..so when your sitting next to a guy with an awesome voice and are discussing the refrigeration cycle with him..your butteflies just fly away...
so when my turn came...i walked in..four uncles..two of them smiling...and two a tad too serious..well they asked me to introduce myself..talk about what i like..din't like blah blah..when did i want to get married blah..why a chem company and blah...anyway that was the nice part..then came cooling towers..distillation columns..the number of plates you need..absorption and then NPSH and the types of pumps and how i determined the diameter of a distillation column...truly..i messed..i told the the basic process in each equipment..technically..i was blank...and no surprises..i didn't get through...
well i ain't in the least bit feeling bad..my dad actually thinks i didn't prepare for the interview..coz i didn't want soda ash manufacture and gujarat or fertilizers in UP..he's right.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
well........
ok...looks like my comp's back on track and so hopefully my blog will have a lot more posts than it has had these past few months..
and i've got to say....there are few things during this time that i've noticed with some satisfaction..some with a little fear..some i've already forgotten but yeah..
and i've got to say....there are few things during this time that i've noticed with some satisfaction..some with a little fear..some i've already forgotten but yeah..
- service...service as a whole has improved in most companies..the government ones included..
- the fact that the roadworks department repair roads in the dead of the night is quite heartening..i mean i never thought i'd see the day when public inconvenience was even considered...but then again...they did pile up tons of earth onto the road so they made quite a natural speed breaker coupled with a roller coaster..
- then airtel...kudos to sunil mittal...his company provides me brilliant service...comlaints are attended to within the day and so many cross checkings...it feels good!!!!!!! and let me hope i haven't spoken..or rather typed too soon..
- and then the no parking zones...i never actually realised they WERE no parking zones, until the cops came and locked up a couple of car tires...i wouldn't like it happening to me, especially not when i'm out driving on my own and have to go back to my dad for the cash...but i (i know its gonna sound stupid) like the locks they use...these huge iron squares with locks....yea well...if i go on anymore...
- rains...the kind i've never before seen in madras.. and scary in its wrath...sure we've all wanted a little more water down here but this torrential amount!!!! and water in houses...people displaced..the kind of thunder and lightning...dams being opened...water over the kotturpuram bridge!! yea well...i hope we've seen the end of them..
- the weather satellite images...i never ever have paid any attention to this black and white image on the paper...but these rains made sure i learnt to..
- tamil movies...i've watched more new tamil movies off late than i have ever before...sure mani rathnam movies are something i've missed but more due to the parents than my intrest in them...but now...there are actually some awesome tamil movies...
- ABHISHEK BACHAN in bluff master!!!! he's just unbelievably hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- indian cricket!!! they have improved and thats an under statement...and dravid as captain just rules!!!!!!!! he is the best!! i don't wanna diss ganguly....but DRAVID!!
- exams....well my exmas just keep getting postponed due to the unprecedented rains that have taken to hitting madras off late...
- cross words....though no pro at it and frequently blank...i've taken to doing the crossies most days...and i do think thats a good thing..
and i'm bloody sleepy.......so.....
Sunday, October 09, 2005
ghajini..
its been quite a while since i did blog...a couple of months actually...and i dont have any excuses for not posting anything...but then again i was busy...i know it doesnt make sense but yeah...it was one thing after another but not so rushed that i couldnt blog...well...bottomline..i didnt blog!!
anyway..friday night we had a girls night out..four of us drove down to mayajaal and watched ghajini. the tickets are a bloody rip off and the chaat u get there is stale!! i mean really!! u spend so much in petrol and then u pay 25 for a bhel puri thats soggy and the puris are old...really!!
but it was fun..its the first time my mom has said ok to a night show and that too not in the city and with us driving around on ECR at 1:30 in the night...so...
well...the movie..overall its brilliant...an amazing adaptation from memento! to have actually been able to get the basic concepts of memento and use it in a commercial tamil movie and make it work is work!! and kudos to the director!! surya is unbelievably cute and him and asin are so cute!!!! i mean all four of there were swooning over the guy man!! he is so so cute!!!!! th other woman-nayathara is gross!!! ugh!! all that fat on display is repulsive!! i dont have a clue wht kind of a guy would actually like her!!! yuck!! the villain was ok...nothing exceptional..and none of the songs are needed in the movie...they are just there for the people who'll come to watch the whole song-and-dance routine but really, so unnecessary!! finally...the violence...there is just so much of it!!! it gets to u after a point..so many fights..when u actually see memento having no fight sequence as such...and in bits u get a scare..such tactics as u see in every other movie but the direction and camera are real good here that u actually push back into ur seat with fright..overall.....its a good movie...u could watch it a couple of times(not 4 times and 5 times like friends of mine do!!)
after ghajini..i went to the landmark sale yesterday...oh its such a brilliant sale and i so didnt have enough money!!! books...i wanted so many of them and i ended up getting only 4..:( then dinner at cornucopia..lasange and mud pie..lunch at residency today..and if dont get off now...my mom will kill me!!!
anyway..friday night we had a girls night out..four of us drove down to mayajaal and watched ghajini. the tickets are a bloody rip off and the chaat u get there is stale!! i mean really!! u spend so much in petrol and then u pay 25 for a bhel puri thats soggy and the puris are old...really!!
but it was fun..its the first time my mom has said ok to a night show and that too not in the city and with us driving around on ECR at 1:30 in the night...so...
well...the movie..overall its brilliant...an amazing adaptation from memento! to have actually been able to get the basic concepts of memento and use it in a commercial tamil movie and make it work is work!! and kudos to the director!! surya is unbelievably cute and him and asin are so cute!!!! i mean all four of there were swooning over the guy man!! he is so so cute!!!!! th other woman-nayathara is gross!!! ugh!! all that fat on display is repulsive!! i dont have a clue wht kind of a guy would actually like her!!! yuck!! the villain was ok...nothing exceptional..and none of the songs are needed in the movie...they are just there for the people who'll come to watch the whole song-and-dance routine but really, so unnecessary!! finally...the violence...there is just so much of it!!! it gets to u after a point..so many fights..when u actually see memento having no fight sequence as such...and in bits u get a scare..such tactics as u see in every other movie but the direction and camera are real good here that u actually push back into ur seat with fright..overall.....its a good movie...u could watch it a couple of times(not 4 times and 5 times like friends of mine do!!)
after ghajini..i went to the landmark sale yesterday...oh its such a brilliant sale and i so didnt have enough money!!! books...i wanted so many of them and i ended up getting only 4..:( then dinner at cornucopia..lasange and mud pie..lunch at residency today..and if dont get off now...my mom will kill me!!!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
passion...just something i thought about...
Passion….
Isn’t that what most of us look for in our lives? Look in the hope of finding that one thing in our lives that brings us such immeasurable amounts of joy? Don’t we all search to find the one thing that makes the world go round for each one of us?
Be it a loved one, music, the birds, nature, food, or for the more adventurous- bunjee jumping, paragliding, mud wrestling or for the more the eccentric and genius- math, atoms, ants and anything, just about anything you might be passionate about…..even designing bathrooms or repairing computers or whacking somebody even(if u really enjoy it…not necessitating the victim too though..).
There was a felicitation programme conducted for a Mr. kundrakudi vaidyanathan, a maestro violinist, that my grandfather was watching. While watching he happened to say that there were artistes, violinists better than him but none as a crowd pleaser or as entertaining as him. Most of the others, he says are almost mechanical.
I am of the opinion, as are many others, that music is capable of breaking barriers as no other one thing. But it is never just the music. The emotions conveyed through that music, by the artiste, the link between us and the experience, is only ten-fold more conducive to us enjoying that music. Passion for any one thing when witnessed by one can, if not make you so, move you to edges.
To live and breathe and become one and indistinguishable with that which almost symbolizes and sounds synonymous with you is something that cannot stay locked up in one person. It is an energy capable of wonders. It is so powerful that it can move you to tears, to make your stomach clench with emotion, a rollercoaster ride that tires you so but rejuvenates you even more. Such emotions are shared. They can never be bottled within a person. To cork and put up away such love would be equivalent to killing a part of oneself, to deny the world the chance to bear witness to something spectacular.
We have all gone through school not liking, literally hating, one subject, atleast. Ask for a reason, and its readymade to say ‘the teacher can’t make it interesting…she puts you to sleep…so monotonous…so unbearably dull’. Why? Math was never my favourite subject. If I did well it was because of hardwork and no hidden genius or latent love for the subject. It is true that once you do well in a subject, it is encouragement enough for later but it is never the same as having someone who loves the subject teach you. To want to make you love and understand the nuances of that tricky subject. To actually love tough problems.
I had a professor, Suchitra ma’m, last semester to teach me numerical methods. She loves mathematics. She doesn’t care too much for the respect you have to give her, she’d be happy if you just sat and listened in her class, and nothing made her so happy as students asking doubts. I suppose that is the mark of a teacher who considers himself/herself a advocate for the subject, taking it upon themselves to spread the joy of their subject to one and all. And suchitra ma’m actually got me to do work(homework!!!) because of the respect I had for her. She doesn’t treat you like a disdainful kid either, she treats you like a friend and doesn’t have even the tiniest qualms about saying ‘I am wrong’, of accepting improvisations on her methods, unlike most college professors.
To find something that would fill all your waking hours with joy is something beyond wonderful. The number of us who in our lifetimes will find such subjects that just engrossed us such that it gives us reason to live, a voracious appetite for knowledge, will, I’m afraid, be few and far between. But it is always the hope that this might be it, the one thing in your life that makes everything else fade into oblivion, that keeps each and everyone of us going…
It might not be a conscious quest, but it is a thirst, sub-consciously atleast….
Isn’t that what most of us look for in our lives? Look in the hope of finding that one thing in our lives that brings us such immeasurable amounts of joy? Don’t we all search to find the one thing that makes the world go round for each one of us?
Be it a loved one, music, the birds, nature, food, or for the more adventurous- bunjee jumping, paragliding, mud wrestling or for the more the eccentric and genius- math, atoms, ants and anything, just about anything you might be passionate about…..even designing bathrooms or repairing computers or whacking somebody even(if u really enjoy it…not necessitating the victim too though..).
There was a felicitation programme conducted for a Mr. kundrakudi vaidyanathan, a maestro violinist, that my grandfather was watching. While watching he happened to say that there were artistes, violinists better than him but none as a crowd pleaser or as entertaining as him. Most of the others, he says are almost mechanical.
I am of the opinion, as are many others, that music is capable of breaking barriers as no other one thing. But it is never just the music. The emotions conveyed through that music, by the artiste, the link between us and the experience, is only ten-fold more conducive to us enjoying that music. Passion for any one thing when witnessed by one can, if not make you so, move you to edges.
To live and breathe and become one and indistinguishable with that which almost symbolizes and sounds synonymous with you is something that cannot stay locked up in one person. It is an energy capable of wonders. It is so powerful that it can move you to tears, to make your stomach clench with emotion, a rollercoaster ride that tires you so but rejuvenates you even more. Such emotions are shared. They can never be bottled within a person. To cork and put up away such love would be equivalent to killing a part of oneself, to deny the world the chance to bear witness to something spectacular.
We have all gone through school not liking, literally hating, one subject, atleast. Ask for a reason, and its readymade to say ‘the teacher can’t make it interesting…she puts you to sleep…so monotonous…so unbearably dull’. Why? Math was never my favourite subject. If I did well it was because of hardwork and no hidden genius or latent love for the subject. It is true that once you do well in a subject, it is encouragement enough for later but it is never the same as having someone who loves the subject teach you. To want to make you love and understand the nuances of that tricky subject. To actually love tough problems.
I had a professor, Suchitra ma’m, last semester to teach me numerical methods. She loves mathematics. She doesn’t care too much for the respect you have to give her, she’d be happy if you just sat and listened in her class, and nothing made her so happy as students asking doubts. I suppose that is the mark of a teacher who considers himself/herself a advocate for the subject, taking it upon themselves to spread the joy of their subject to one and all. And suchitra ma’m actually got me to do work(homework!!!) because of the respect I had for her. She doesn’t treat you like a disdainful kid either, she treats you like a friend and doesn’t have even the tiniest qualms about saying ‘I am wrong’, of accepting improvisations on her methods, unlike most college professors.
To find something that would fill all your waking hours with joy is something beyond wonderful. The number of us who in our lifetimes will find such subjects that just engrossed us such that it gives us reason to live, a voracious appetite for knowledge, will, I’m afraid, be few and far between. But it is always the hope that this might be it, the one thing in your life that makes everything else fade into oblivion, that keeps each and everyone of us going…
It might not be a conscious quest, but it is a thirst, sub-consciously atleast….
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
are we sane???
i just finished chatting with a friend of mine...one of my school friends and one of my closest....it just occured to me that our conversation to someone else who would have read it would have been something that might you might hear between two people gone cracked...really...so much of mindless banter....leading to no conclusive or monumental end....
but then again isnt that what the best of friends are there for?? to provide the respite in life when everywhere else u are required to be polite and formal and tolerant and nice or atleast feign these dispositions instead of setting of waves of 'that arrogant girl' or 'who does she think she is' or any other remotely animosity radiating thought...
isnt it a fact that the most times we laugh...the most times we enjoy without a thought for whts to happen in the next five minutes....they are all with your closest friends..the ones who know you best.....the ones who look out for you....the ones who are gonna be there when u have moods when you dont want to talk to even person who is alive...when everything in this world schemes to test the limits of your patience...when you go all hyper over a cute guy...when you have this irrational wishes for going to the beach at 1 in the afternoon...when your dead broke....when in the process of becoming broke...when falling off the bike in the middle of the bustling road....when u go through a break-up...whining about weight....whining about the dearth of decent guys in the city...whining....just plain whining.... arent your friends the only ones who'll stick around? not judge you? let you be crazy mad old you...make fun of you but still be there for that hug when u need it....
it wouldnt surprise me to think that if people saw me and my friends walking down the road and thought we were loony...but those are times when i dont care wht the world thinks...so wht if we are loony? u are just jealous!!!! and know wht? i've caught myself seeing other bunches of friends do the same things and think man if i didnt know how it felt like to be where they are....i'd either be jealous or annoyed..
ok....so coming back to the title of my post....my mother personally thinks that when the bunch of us get together....we are just so much noise and so full of it....she thinks everybody on the road must think we are a bunch from the asylum out on parole....well it just struck me as to how true she might actually be..so hence the post... and well...let me not subject my intellectual skills for comment on this post...so all those of u planning on telling me how i am crazy....save it!!
but then again isnt that what the best of friends are there for?? to provide the respite in life when everywhere else u are required to be polite and formal and tolerant and nice or atleast feign these dispositions instead of setting of waves of 'that arrogant girl' or 'who does she think she is' or any other remotely animosity radiating thought...
isnt it a fact that the most times we laugh...the most times we enjoy without a thought for whts to happen in the next five minutes....they are all with your closest friends..the ones who know you best.....the ones who look out for you....the ones who are gonna be there when u have moods when you dont want to talk to even person who is alive...when everything in this world schemes to test the limits of your patience...when you go all hyper over a cute guy...when you have this irrational wishes for going to the beach at 1 in the afternoon...when your dead broke....when in the process of becoming broke...when falling off the bike in the middle of the bustling road....when u go through a break-up...whining about weight....whining about the dearth of decent guys in the city...whining....just plain whining.... arent your friends the only ones who'll stick around? not judge you? let you be crazy mad old you...make fun of you but still be there for that hug when u need it....
it wouldnt surprise me to think that if people saw me and my friends walking down the road and thought we were loony...but those are times when i dont care wht the world thinks...so wht if we are loony? u are just jealous!!!! and know wht? i've caught myself seeing other bunches of friends do the same things and think man if i didnt know how it felt like to be where they are....i'd either be jealous or annoyed..
ok....so coming back to the title of my post....my mother personally thinks that when the bunch of us get together....we are just so much noise and so full of it....she thinks everybody on the road must think we are a bunch from the asylum out on parole....well it just struck me as to how true she might actually be..so hence the post... and well...let me not subject my intellectual skills for comment on this post...so all those of u planning on telling me how i am crazy....save it!!
Friday, July 22, 2005
Professor in Floaters..
i dont know to how many people this would make sense or how many people will see the funny side of it, but this had to be written about and so here i am doing my bidding!!
well the head of department of the Marine dept in college takes the same bus i do on most days. he is this really adorable roly-poly little man. plump and shorter than me. he is one of the few professors in college who does as he thinks is right and not as the management might like him to. he has opinions about most things and of what i have heard stands firmly by them. i was part of the team of editors of the college magazine that was doing this get-to-know-more-of-your-HODs thing last year. so we went to interview the marine HOD too. and i he is just too cute!! he was telling us of how he led his college and university in cricket and firld sports and bridge and all and that his biggest regret was not being able to hold his weight!! god u must have seen him saying that all seriously...and the three of us had to wait until the whole thing was over before we could laugh!!! yea well but he's a known disciplinarian too. thing is i think he went on an extended holiday this summer coz he got back only yesterday..and yesterday on the bus...i happen to notice that he was wearing reebok floaters! and then i started smiling to myself!! i seriously never thought he was the kind of guy to wear floaters!! but well the cute old man that he is!!!
ok i just had to coo about this....call me crazy..but can't help it!!!!
well the head of department of the Marine dept in college takes the same bus i do on most days. he is this really adorable roly-poly little man. plump and shorter than me. he is one of the few professors in college who does as he thinks is right and not as the management might like him to. he has opinions about most things and of what i have heard stands firmly by them. i was part of the team of editors of the college magazine that was doing this get-to-know-more-of-your-HODs thing last year. so we went to interview the marine HOD too. and i he is just too cute!! he was telling us of how he led his college and university in cricket and firld sports and bridge and all and that his biggest regret was not being able to hold his weight!! god u must have seen him saying that all seriously...and the three of us had to wait until the whole thing was over before we could laugh!!! yea well but he's a known disciplinarian too. thing is i think he went on an extended holiday this summer coz he got back only yesterday..and yesterday on the bus...i happen to notice that he was wearing reebok floaters! and then i started smiling to myself!! i seriously never thought he was the kind of guy to wear floaters!! but well the cute old man that he is!!!
ok i just had to coo about this....call me crazy..but can't help it!!!!
Thursday, July 21, 2005
jeans-low slung and high raise!!
ok this post, the reason i'm writing this is purely AC's last post. about low waisted/low slung jeans. its just that it brought to memory this incident that happened a couple of months ago at the chennai airport. my aunt was flying back home to the states and we were there sending her off. also leaving were a family-mommy,brother and sister, daddy not in attendence( atleast not visible to me). ok so here was the family all ready and packed to take off but waiting at the foyer off the departure area for something. i have to confess that the guy was kinda cute, for otherwise i wouldnt have been watching..
so here was the mother checking all the papers and the sister playing with the trolley and our man just standing around..and then when finally they start to move...his pants realised they quite like that patch of mother earth, deciding to deposit themselves on her then and there!! poor boy!!! and i was laughing my head off!!! my mom scandalized...it was quite an incident!!!!
and if mr.whose-pants-fell-off...you do read my blog...sorry for having to mention the incident but...it was hilarious truly!!!!!thank u for a good laugh!!
low slung jeans are smart, if you can carry them off. but guys we'd rather not watch displays of anything that shouldn't actually be on display...i guess when it comes to women guys dont mind bending a few rules and visibility of anything is most often least offensive....i guess its ok as long as the women aren't repellingly fat or wearing granny's underpants..
so here was the mother checking all the papers and the sister playing with the trolley and our man just standing around..and then when finally they start to move...his pants realised they quite like that patch of mother earth, deciding to deposit themselves on her then and there!! poor boy!!! and i was laughing my head off!!! my mom scandalized...it was quite an incident!!!!
and if mr.whose-pants-fell-off...you do read my blog...sorry for having to mention the incident but...it was hilarious truly!!!!!thank u for a good laugh!!
low slung jeans are smart, if you can carry them off. but guys we'd rather not watch displays of anything that shouldn't actually be on display...i guess when it comes to women guys dont mind bending a few rules and visibility of anything is most often least offensive....i guess its ok as long as the women aren't repellingly fat or wearing granny's underpants..
Monday, July 18, 2005
The Half-Blood Prince....
I have to confess to being an ardent fan of J.k.Rowling and her brilliant characters and the wonderful world of magic(maybe not sooo wonderful).
i just finished reading the penultimate book in her series of seven today. did i like the book? i don't know..truly..the book makes sense in a way.. but kind of really kills you too...i dont want to spell out everything that takes place or who it is that she does away with this time around...i dont know how many of you read or like harry potter but on the off-chance that there might be atleast one of you who share my fascination and salute Rowling's imagination, i'll not get into details.but for a few..
harry dates ginny...ron and hermione don't...harry is quidditch captain....theres a new minister for magic...and voldemort does not make an appearence the whole time... the half-blood prince is most intriguing, and to me, a most unsuspected person....
the events occuring in the last few chapters kill you.... i love sirius black...and rowling killing him was most unforgivable..but she did...this time around she does away with another character that makes her seem cold-hearted almost...
i truly dont love the book, a i did the third-prisoner of azkaban- but its a book as rowling says has answers. harry ron and hermione grow up.damn...i'm bursting to discuss and talk about the big things in the book....so i'm going to stop this post right here with no regards for people ignorant of the potter world.....
ok i'm gonna go get some work done..so..
i just finished reading the penultimate book in her series of seven today. did i like the book? i don't know..truly..the book makes sense in a way.. but kind of really kills you too...i dont want to spell out everything that takes place or who it is that she does away with this time around...i dont know how many of you read or like harry potter but on the off-chance that there might be atleast one of you who share my fascination and salute Rowling's imagination, i'll not get into details.but for a few..
harry dates ginny...ron and hermione don't...harry is quidditch captain....theres a new minister for magic...and voldemort does not make an appearence the whole time... the half-blood prince is most intriguing, and to me, a most unsuspected person....
the events occuring in the last few chapters kill you.... i love sirius black...and rowling killing him was most unforgivable..but she did...this time around she does away with another character that makes her seem cold-hearted almost...
i truly dont love the book, a i did the third-prisoner of azkaban- but its a book as rowling says has answers. harry ron and hermione grow up.damn...i'm bursting to discuss and talk about the big things in the book....so i'm going to stop this post right here with no regards for people ignorant of the potter world.....
ok i'm gonna go get some work done..so..
Sunday, July 10, 2005
firsts...
today i did something i've been meaning to for a long time... my doggie for all his life hasn't been to the beach and this morning i woke early and drove him to the beach....it was swesome...nice weather and all...except it looked like half of madras was at marina!! anyway they were all on the pavement walking...so me and jojo walked down to the water with him sniffing the sand all the way there...and there he refused to get to the water...like most dogs!! but it was great...
and then the number of couples who meet at marina at 6:30 in the morning!!! god its crazy!! old people walking and couples all over the beach and at the waters edge!!!
anyway that...and then i got back home...did some chemical reaction engg and then me and mommy went to visit this organic sunday market they have down the road...it was pretty nice..an old house and lots of people with the vegetables grwon by them, the chappathis made at home, hibiscus juice with no preservatives and all that...lady's fingers' huge and fat...nice purple cabbages...a bit expensive but..healthy..well that was that!!
and then amethyst at 2:30 in the afternoon..it was no different from the other tims anyway..as many people and as many smoking...as bad service just nicer weather..and nice company i have to say..i met a fellow blogger...thanx venks for a nice time..and like i said chivalry does not extend to friends... so yeah...
thts been the day up until now....should get to the beach again...the weather is just brilliant!!!!
and then the number of couples who meet at marina at 6:30 in the morning!!! god its crazy!! old people walking and couples all over the beach and at the waters edge!!!
anyway that...and then i got back home...did some chemical reaction engg and then me and mommy went to visit this organic sunday market they have down the road...it was pretty nice..an old house and lots of people with the vegetables grwon by them, the chappathis made at home, hibiscus juice with no preservatives and all that...lady's fingers' huge and fat...nice purple cabbages...a bit expensive but..healthy..well that was that!!
and then amethyst at 2:30 in the afternoon..it was no different from the other tims anyway..as many people and as many smoking...as bad service just nicer weather..and nice company i have to say..i met a fellow blogger...thanx venks for a nice time..and like i said chivalry does not extend to friends... so yeah...
thts been the day up until now....should get to the beach again...the weather is just brilliant!!!!
corrections...
ok my previous post was written in the moment..and with no second thoughts...so here's to clarify..
- friends dutch. no chivalry required there.
- chivalry is not a social necessity.
- and like mercury says it is only required of u when we are special to u.
- and not otherwise. and we dont want to ask for chivalry. if its around great..if not..we'll live..
- and no guy of mine requires my friends' approval...sorry if it sounded that way..
- he can be a monkey but my frnds shouldnt detest him..thts it...they should be able to respect him..
and if i need to be clarifying anymore..somebody please let me know!!!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
spine...
till today...i assumed that when i did find the guy i liked..he would be one i respected...someone with quite a bit of spine, a decent amount of chivalry and someone who appreciates my friends...
a conversation i had today and another person i met today brought to my notice the jarring fact that not all male species on this earth adhere to the aforementioned qualities i look for ... and thats truly sad...
a certain amount of chivalry is always gonna win you points...c'mon man...there isn't a girl in town who wouldn't like to have her door held for her, her chair pulled out or the car door open...and dutching is great..but the first couple of dates...u pay...after which it isnt fair...
and spine man...self respect...a guy's got to have self-respect...some things you would never do...like starve rather than eat off your girl friends' friends...thats disgusting...at least not unless you know them so well and you know for certain that they aren't gonna mind that at all...
and getting along with my friends...thats quintessential...i dunno why but if they can't take you as you are...there's something wrong...and in this context...the spice girls' song wannabe comes to memory...
and seriously..a guy's gotta be able to afford himself before another person..seriously!! if i couldn't pay for myself..i wouldnt expect it off anyone else [except ofcourse, my parents...but thats ok..]...
i don't why but a guy who can turn face from one person to the next is beyond repulsive...i know i'm talking in the guy context here..coz thats wht i'm thinking off....i'm sure all this applies to loads of women folk too...but thats for some guy to post...i do have things about women that annoy me..but i'll save that for later..
and as abhin and i were having the discussion today..we were thinking if we were having too high expectations...i mean seriously...but they aren't insurmountable criteria!! sure we want the nice guy..good humour..charms..height(hey..we are tall women!!)..athletic skills...and the works with the aforementioned qulities being inherent...when i realised they werent all so inherent and ubiquitous as one may like to think...
a conversation i had today and another person i met today brought to my notice the jarring fact that not all male species on this earth adhere to the aforementioned qualities i look for ... and thats truly sad...
a certain amount of chivalry is always gonna win you points...c'mon man...there isn't a girl in town who wouldn't like to have her door held for her, her chair pulled out or the car door open...and dutching is great..but the first couple of dates...u pay...after which it isnt fair...
and spine man...self respect...a guy's got to have self-respect...some things you would never do...like starve rather than eat off your girl friends' friends...thats disgusting...at least not unless you know them so well and you know for certain that they aren't gonna mind that at all...
and getting along with my friends...thats quintessential...i dunno why but if they can't take you as you are...there's something wrong...and in this context...the spice girls' song wannabe comes to memory...
and seriously..a guy's gotta be able to afford himself before another person..seriously!! if i couldn't pay for myself..i wouldnt expect it off anyone else [except ofcourse, my parents...but thats ok..]...
i don't why but a guy who can turn face from one person to the next is beyond repulsive...i know i'm talking in the guy context here..coz thats wht i'm thinking off....i'm sure all this applies to loads of women folk too...but thats for some guy to post...i do have things about women that annoy me..but i'll save that for later..
and as abhin and i were having the discussion today..we were thinking if we were having too high expectations...i mean seriously...but they aren't insurmountable criteria!! sure we want the nice guy..good humour..charms..height(hey..we are tall women!!)..athletic skills...and the works with the aforementioned qulities being inherent...when i realised they werent all so inherent and ubiquitous as one may like to think...
Thursday, June 30, 2005
fourth year of engineering...
even a few months back, had anyone ever said i'd be stressing myself out on what was going to happen when i walked out of college with a B.Tech degree in hand, i would have just laughed it off. seriously....college just reopened two days back and man are we stressed out already. campus interviews are happening and there are the ones that get selected and the ones that dont. u cant even offer them sympathies...that is so redundant.... and now i think i'll sit for wipro...but i dont want it...i want the experience of getting to the interview (if i do!!) and i'm thinking of telling the guy that buddy i'm glad i got here but no thanks...the thing is if it happens that i get a job with them then thats not a good thing because i want chemical companies..food industry and all that.. and if ever wipro decides i am actually ok for their company then i cant appear for the companies i want to for!!
ok i think i'm a little more clear headed now than i was in college today....but not so full of clarity either..but i know now that i have to go for the companies i want. wipro would be all nice and fine but thats my lifes direction. the thing i have to figure out now is whether i want to go take the test or not...like deepak said it should be pretty easy to not get selected...its the getting selected thats gonna be hard...hmmm... i should think on my own...thts why i hate having people around when i have to make up my mind....its irritating but you know that everybody is just giving your their view on it and its up to u to pick and choose....
funny thing is i dont want unwanted advice and opnions but i would still like u to comment on what i'm doing instead of keeping mum...contradicting myself aren't i?? can't help it!! ok now i think its time i went and figured out what chem companies i'd like to get into....thats another thing my mom and deepak agree on- that i have to many demands of a company that i'd work for but do i have what they want? i am quite the jack of all trades but am i master of none? atleast to the best of my knowledge i am no master of any technical subject i havent learnt till date!!
yea well....i am a bunch of contradictions and complexities one way or another and i'm becoming so haphazard every day now too!!! its crazy!! oh and i have to GRE prep too!!! guess i should be glad i'm not taking CAT and all....dunno what'll happen to me then!!!
i'll put a stop to this post of my unbelievably scattered thoughts here....just a last word....i'm reading FREEDOM AT MIDNIGHT by dominique lapierre and larry collins. its a must read for all book lovers. truly. its such amazing writing and he writes so well of gandhi and mountbatten and churchill and all....i'm not even close to half way through the book but i cant put it down either...if u like reading....pick it up...and dont give me crap of having already read about india's freedom struggle in your tenth...that is such a lame excuse!!
ok i think i'm a little more clear headed now than i was in college today....but not so full of clarity either..but i know now that i have to go for the companies i want. wipro would be all nice and fine but thats my lifes direction. the thing i have to figure out now is whether i want to go take the test or not...like deepak said it should be pretty easy to not get selected...its the getting selected thats gonna be hard...hmmm... i should think on my own...thts why i hate having people around when i have to make up my mind....its irritating but you know that everybody is just giving your their view on it and its up to u to pick and choose....
funny thing is i dont want unwanted advice and opnions but i would still like u to comment on what i'm doing instead of keeping mum...contradicting myself aren't i?? can't help it!! ok now i think its time i went and figured out what chem companies i'd like to get into....thats another thing my mom and deepak agree on- that i have to many demands of a company that i'd work for but do i have what they want? i am quite the jack of all trades but am i master of none? atleast to the best of my knowledge i am no master of any technical subject i havent learnt till date!!
yea well....i am a bunch of contradictions and complexities one way or another and i'm becoming so haphazard every day now too!!! its crazy!! oh and i have to GRE prep too!!! guess i should be glad i'm not taking CAT and all....dunno what'll happen to me then!!!
i'll put a stop to this post of my unbelievably scattered thoughts here....just a last word....i'm reading FREEDOM AT MIDNIGHT by dominique lapierre and larry collins. its a must read for all book lovers. truly. its such amazing writing and he writes so well of gandhi and mountbatten and churchill and all....i'm not even close to half way through the book but i cant put it down either...if u like reading....pick it up...and dont give me crap of having already read about india's freedom struggle in your tenth...that is such a lame excuse!!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Miss Mitzi's Dance School
I've just finished watching Shall we Dance. I end up watching most movies late, except ofcourse, The Lord Of the Rings.
Shall We Dance is such an amazing movie. Its feel good without being unrealistic. Everybody has a day when their life, as they are living it, looks them in the face and asks if you are happy. It happens to all of us. In case of kids, the pangs are long gone with the presence of a new toy. In the case of adolescence, the finding of a new companion or the reiteration of a friend and confidante. At 20, to start something new. And there on forth, to relish spontaineity, to not lose focus, to live evry minute, to not regret( I am hoping that these are all you have to deal with! ).
And here you find Mr.Clarke (the gracefully ageing Gere), looking for a laugh when all the world around him is in a hurry. when all the people around him are caught up in their individual lives (thats something i've always wondered about, the individual lives in a family...but i'll save that for another post). And when he realises that, he tends to notice more about the people around him. The strangers around. And thus does he happen upon Paulina(Jennifer Lopez...and i have to say she is beautiful). Somewhere a lost smile.
So then we have a Mr.Clarke joining Ballroom dance classes. I don't know what it is about the movie, but it makes you smile. Its touches you and its a happy-happy story. The oh-so-nice relationship of the clerkes. The is-there-any-chemistry-here between Paulina and John. Miss Mitzi. Bonnie and Link. And M-ya doing a guest bit. The movie is so real. No frills and no stunts. Nothing out of the ordinary and such amazing camers work.
There are few movies that boast of having the camera affect the audience the SEabiscuit or Shall We Dance does. Camera work can be ostentatious, larger than life but rarely poignant and telling. That is the beauty of stills. Still pictures are alive in a whole new meaning, unlike videos and moving pictures.So rarely is the clarity and countenance.
The movie makes you want to dance. To want to feel the music. To move. To try Ballroom Dancing. To go latino. To hang up your inhibitions and to wear those dancing shoes and go tap tap tap.....
One of the OSTs of the movie is by Peter Gabriel...and it so fitted the situation and i loved the lyrics...so i found them and here they are...its called The Book Of Love
Shall We Dance is such an amazing movie. Its feel good without being unrealistic. Everybody has a day when their life, as they are living it, looks them in the face and asks if you are happy. It happens to all of us. In case of kids, the pangs are long gone with the presence of a new toy. In the case of adolescence, the finding of a new companion or the reiteration of a friend and confidante. At 20, to start something new. And there on forth, to relish spontaineity, to not lose focus, to live evry minute, to not regret( I am hoping that these are all you have to deal with! ).
And here you find Mr.Clarke (the gracefully ageing Gere), looking for a laugh when all the world around him is in a hurry. when all the people around him are caught up in their individual lives (thats something i've always wondered about, the individual lives in a family...but i'll save that for another post). And when he realises that, he tends to notice more about the people around him. The strangers around. And thus does he happen upon Paulina(Jennifer Lopez...and i have to say she is beautiful). Somewhere a lost smile.
So then we have a Mr.Clarke joining Ballroom dance classes. I don't know what it is about the movie, but it makes you smile. Its touches you and its a happy-happy story. The oh-so-nice relationship of the clerkes. The is-there-any-chemistry-here between Paulina and John. Miss Mitzi. Bonnie and Link. And M-ya doing a guest bit. The movie is so real. No frills and no stunts. Nothing out of the ordinary and such amazing camers work.
There are few movies that boast of having the camera affect the audience the SEabiscuit or Shall We Dance does. Camera work can be ostentatious, larger than life but rarely poignant and telling. That is the beauty of stills. Still pictures are alive in a whole new meaning, unlike videos and moving pictures.So rarely is the clarity and countenance.
The movie makes you want to dance. To want to feel the music. To move. To try Ballroom Dancing. To go latino. To hang up your inhibitions and to wear those dancing shoes and go tap tap tap.....
One of the OSTs of the movie is by Peter Gabriel...and it so fitted the situation and i loved the lyrics...so i found them and here they are...its called The Book Of Love
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But II love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But II love it when you sing to me
And youYou can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But II love it when you give me things
And youYou ought to give me wedding rings
And II love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And II love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Theory of Pool Boiling
I just never thought I'd actually find a real time use for all the various theories and derivations I've learnt up until now at college. Truly. It sounds unbelievably cynical of me, but thats the truth. Whoever thought that every theory in chemical engineering has an application in one or the other domestic chore, whether or not it has one industrially.
I was boiling water this morning( no and my culinary repertoire extends beyond just boiling water! ) and i was just watching the bubble form at the bottom of the vessel and rise up one by one and leave the surface and then the increase in the number of bubbles with the increase in flame, and i found myself thinking of thePool Boiling theory that i just learnt this past semester. you have to understand two things, that it is an achievement in itself that i can still recall that which i studied the night before the exam in such a hurry to finish portions, more than a month later and that i never, never remotely thought i'd actually find myself reaching into the depths of the repository of my brain and actually come up with not just the name of the theory but actually recall and connect the theory and its application.
Damn...somewhere along the line maybe, just maybe the teachers might, just might have done a decent job...yea right...i'd much rather take the credit due to me for having studied a theory and understood correctly than give undue credit to minions on the svce pay-roll...hrrmph...the parents money no less...well there injustices in the world much bigger in magnitude and repercussions that go untended too, this is just another blip in the working order of the world...
Ok...now i'm actually going to put to written words the extent of my understanding of the Pool Boiling theory. I do hope none of the readers of this post are chemical engineers, or if you are, that you dont remember Heat Transfer or the theory of boiling, much less pool boiling or that you dont tag me as a nerd ( theatrically: with one's right hand palm's back to thy forehead and the body twisted with thy other hand at an angle replicating a Bharathanatyam dance pose: 'Oh! how could you? a fate worse than death! Oh ! how could you? ' ).
So braving all the possibilities of being found, i charge forth as only fools do or the most valient and valorous do,
The Theory proposed that as the temperature of a liquid increased, vapour bubbles start forming. they form at the bottom of the vessel and as time goes by move to the surface and then leave the surface. he says that at the beginning, the number of vapour bubbles formed are very meager. on further heating, the number of bubbles increase and with it the rate of vapourisation by bubble formation. further on, the number of bubbles formed increase largely, giving rise to bubbles calescing to the surface of the vessel and hence adhering to one another and thus forming a layer of bubbles over the vessel surface and thus increasing reseitance to heat transfer and evaporation. at this point the amount of vapourisation taking place drastically falls. further on, the bubble layer becomes unstable and starts breking up rapidly, giving rise to its leaving the liquid surface and facilitating further formation of bubbles.
so thats the theory and i happened to find a graph on the net, so those interested can go check it out...
http://wins.engr.wisc.edu/teaching/mpfBook/FIGURES/FIG5-1.html
I was boiling water this morning( no and my culinary repertoire extends beyond just boiling water! ) and i was just watching the bubble form at the bottom of the vessel and rise up one by one and leave the surface and then the increase in the number of bubbles with the increase in flame, and i found myself thinking of thePool Boiling theory that i just learnt this past semester. you have to understand two things, that it is an achievement in itself that i can still recall that which i studied the night before the exam in such a hurry to finish portions, more than a month later and that i never, never remotely thought i'd actually find myself reaching into the depths of the repository of my brain and actually come up with not just the name of the theory but actually recall and connect the theory and its application.
Damn...somewhere along the line maybe, just maybe the teachers might, just might have done a decent job...yea right...i'd much rather take the credit due to me for having studied a theory and understood correctly than give undue credit to minions on the svce pay-roll...hrrmph...the parents money no less...well there injustices in the world much bigger in magnitude and repercussions that go untended too, this is just another blip in the working order of the world...
Ok...now i'm actually going to put to written words the extent of my understanding of the Pool Boiling theory. I do hope none of the readers of this post are chemical engineers, or if you are, that you dont remember Heat Transfer or the theory of boiling, much less pool boiling or that you dont tag me as a nerd ( theatrically: with one's right hand palm's back to thy forehead and the body twisted with thy other hand at an angle replicating a Bharathanatyam dance pose: 'Oh! how could you? a fate worse than death! Oh ! how could you? ' ).
So braving all the possibilities of being found, i charge forth as only fools do or the most valient and valorous do,
The Theory proposed that as the temperature of a liquid increased, vapour bubbles start forming. they form at the bottom of the vessel and as time goes by move to the surface and then leave the surface. he says that at the beginning, the number of vapour bubbles formed are very meager. on further heating, the number of bubbles increase and with it the rate of vapourisation by bubble formation. further on, the number of bubbles formed increase largely, giving rise to bubbles calescing to the surface of the vessel and hence adhering to one another and thus forming a layer of bubbles over the vessel surface and thus increasing reseitance to heat transfer and evaporation. at this point the amount of vapourisation taking place drastically falls. further on, the bubble layer becomes unstable and starts breking up rapidly, giving rise to its leaving the liquid surface and facilitating further formation of bubbles.
so thats the theory and i happened to find a graph on the net, so those interested can go check it out...
http://wins.engr.wisc.edu/teaching/mpfBook/FIGURES/FIG5-1.html
Saturday, June 04, 2005
Squeaky Shoes
i think its the defence machanism of the subconscious to look for little things and bring about memories with such clarity especially when you are most confused...
thats what happened today. i happened upon this little kid wearing squeaky shoes and running about on the road, while walking my dog. it was the squeaky noise those shoes made that got my attention. i think most of us have gone through atleast one pair of squeaky shoes as kids. when you would wear the shoes at home till the novelty of shoes that make noise, wears off. when there are no expectations off you. when there are no reponsibilities. when all the kiddie talk you talked enamored and captivated everyone and anyone. when all you would be wearing would be nappies and squeaky shoes and everyone would be whipping out cameras to take pictures of thou.
and then when you get to the point in life of making choices and having to be responsible for them and not knowing whether you are doing the right thing or not, you'd give anything to go back in time..
having to make choices in life when you are given varied oppurtunities and colourful examples, is on a whole different plane altogether from having to narrow down choices in a clothes store. it is truly scary. sure there are amazing and awe-inspiring examples and trend setters in ford and ambani and tata and bill gates and kishore biyani and just about everyone. but when it comes down to u.... its hard to certain..with all the what if's ...
why couldn't there be simple choices? why can't everything just be good? and everything you do be right?
i guess thats the novelty of squeaky shoes....if the effect was prolonged...it wouldn't be a novelty anymore..
thats what happened today. i happened upon this little kid wearing squeaky shoes and running about on the road, while walking my dog. it was the squeaky noise those shoes made that got my attention. i think most of us have gone through atleast one pair of squeaky shoes as kids. when you would wear the shoes at home till the novelty of shoes that make noise, wears off. when there are no expectations off you. when there are no reponsibilities. when all the kiddie talk you talked enamored and captivated everyone and anyone. when all you would be wearing would be nappies and squeaky shoes and everyone would be whipping out cameras to take pictures of thou.
and then when you get to the point in life of making choices and having to be responsible for them and not knowing whether you are doing the right thing or not, you'd give anything to go back in time..
having to make choices in life when you are given varied oppurtunities and colourful examples, is on a whole different plane altogether from having to narrow down choices in a clothes store. it is truly scary. sure there are amazing and awe-inspiring examples and trend setters in ford and ambani and tata and bill gates and kishore biyani and just about everyone. but when it comes down to u.... its hard to certain..with all the what if's ...
why couldn't there be simple choices? why can't everything just be good? and everything you do be right?
i guess thats the novelty of squeaky shoes....if the effect was prolonged...it wouldn't be a novelty anymore..
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