For the love of colour and light...

“I read Von Gogh’s biography in two days.

And learn more about the mysteries of my own life than about his. All the things that have never made sense to me before—why I never feel comfortable when I m with the ‘in’ crowd, why I always stick up for the underdog, why I don’t lust after the things that make most of my friends happy, why the evening sky has made me feel melancholy and lonely for as long as I can remember, why certain songs have a heart-tearing effect on me—all of these suddenly become clearer.”

These are the words I borrowed from the novel I am currently reading—First Darling of the Morning. I felt as if these are the words describing me… and after reading trough half of the book I had the same realization as Thrity(the protagonist of the novel)—I have long been a misfit in this world of ‘sane’ people. This book has actually made me ‘learn about the mysteries of my life’.

Once someone asked me to follow my heart and I had replied that I do and as an example I said that I while away my time when I don’t feel like studying. But now I ask myself, “is that all what I would call following my heart? Am I enjoying the freedom of obeying my heart reverently?”. The answer comes as a big NO. The reason – I have been taught the ‘virtue’ of abiding by the apparent norms of the society and these preaching have their root so deep inside me that I can’t just get away with it even though I want to and I am forced to do certain things that my heart rebels against…

Why do I behave myself when I actually want to do something crazy? Why do I dress soberly when my I in-fact want to wear something a bit sexy? Why can’t I just go to the near-by restaurant-cum-bar and try out some liquor and why do I heed about what the people around me would think if I do that? Why can’t I just spend my holidays doing nothing , without letting mom interfere? Why can’t I just run away when my mom’s friends pester me to get ‘bejeweled’ when they know I hate staying dressed up all the time? Why can’t I just go about distributing money to every poor man I come across without having to worry about what my parents would say about it? Why can’t I go on with my notion of “The Godfather” being boring without everyone giving me a surprised look? Why can’t I continue living in my world of imaginations without being treated as some hideous untouchable creature by one of my friends who would not let me sit near her in the class because I prefer to remain lost in my own thoughts without going on babbling in the class?

Can’t I carry on with my own ways without getting hurt in the process? Can’t I be a bird without being the target of some merciless hunter?

Truly Ananya!!

Ananya, I am soooooooo sorry for writing this despite your pleadings for not writing, despite your endeavor to bribe me with chocolates!! Sweetie, your maneuvers failed :). I realized that these seminars and projects are going to demand so much of my time that I won’t be able to write this post later, so writing it today(sorry for that too). And I am sure you must be fuming now and must be feeling that I am a devil. Well, I am a devil, I agree, but a sweet devil, as you’ll soon realize :). Bahut ho gaya sorry-worry! Now let’s come to the point…So honey, do u remember the first time we pulled your leg? Remember, you were singing “machhar hoon main, louie mera naam” and Shreya and I started calling you Louie!

Guys, Ananya is my best friend. Ananya means unique and Ananya’s uniqueness is marked by her ability to turn out to be a comedienne without her realizing that she has said or done something droll. Nevertheless, we all friends have a big role in making her the “clown of the class”, whether it’s Chandan capturing her ‘bhashans’(speech)in his mobile phone and then playing them for everyone to see. Believe me, it’s really funny; it’s even funnier to watch Ananya chasing Chandan to delete those videos. Or when Abhishek sings the rap song ‘Piku Piku Piku…’(Piku is Ananya’s pet name) accompanied by dance steps borrowed from Darsheel Safari(Taare Zameen Par). Once we asked Ananya to walk up to the college bus and stand there. When she reached the place and saw us laughing like hell, very innocently she came to us and asked us what the matter was. Her reactions were worth seeing when we told her that the color combination of her dress was exactly same as that of the college bus J:)and burst out laughing.Ananya is also called ‘AB’. These are not her initials. There are two reasons for calling her AB. First she is a die hard fan of Abhishek Bachchan. Second she is very fond of playing Bingo. Confused?? Well AB stands for Ananya Bingo!! The best examples of the pranks played on Ananya are her notebooks. They enclose innumerable ‘masterpiece’ pen arts by her best friend(that’s me). This is all I can recall now, but soon I would be writing a sequel to this post :)(Ananya is going to kill me for this).

Hey! Ananya, actually you shouldn’t be pissed… Even you are a prankster. You haven’t forgotten the day I was caught laughing by Micro processor mam when she was extremely annoyed and the whole class was enjoying a sound scolding session, have you? And if you remember this then I am sure you even remember that it was you who had whispered something humorous and that made me giggle….

Certainly, by this time you must be giving a surreptitious smile, aren,t you? Imagine when you’ll join Infy and read this post won’t you be reminded of these wonderful days and won’t they make you feel nostalgic? So, now don’t you agree that I am a sweet devil? And you promised me a chocolate if I didn’t write this post. But now I deserve a Celebrations pack for all the effort I have put into this one.(I wrote it by candle light as current went away!). Tomorrow I won’t wear heels because I am sure you’ll be chasing me with a stick in your hand. :-)

Feeling sorry for the saree

Two days ago, a column in the newspaper said that western wear are gaining an edge over traditional Indian dresses. Yesterday, there was a column stating that none of the Bollywood actresses wore a saree to the awards function at Bangkok, rather they preferred gowns. Now when the westerners are borrowing from the rich Indian culture, whether it’s yoga, ayurveda or food habits, why are we running after western lifestyle? Why do we need to follow fashion trends from the west? Can’t we be the trend setters? Why have we forgotten that the nine yards of fabric, which identifies Indian culture is the only outfit having the potential to make any woman on earth look elegant. Sarees can let one flaunt those perfect curves. Sarees can help one hide those ugly flabs as well. Wearing sarees to work can be quite exasperating and this is when we can approve of western wears as a better alternative. But, when sarees paired with those fashionable halter-necks and spaghetti-straps and with a varied range of accessories, can make a lady look extremely hot and chic, do we need to replace this gorgeous and graceful dressing with evening gowns?

Two n half hours of pure fun!

My 6th sem exams didn’t go too well. Had it been any regular sem I would be spending the vacation worrying about my results. But now, that I have been placed in two companies, the sems are not a matter of concern, and I am completely relaxed. And this is what has made this summer vacation really enjoyable. Along with the relaxed mood what make the vacations more fun are my Java classes. 9am to 11:30 am. This is the best part of the day. Well before anyone starts drawing conclusions, I must mention that I don’t like studying. But studies can be fun when one belongs to a gang of six naughty girls,who are great examples of time-sharing systems!! Yes, whenever we get a minute or two between the lectures, our processors don’t remain idle. Rather they are devoted to complete our pending conversations! The regular fights with the boys for front seats and the conspiracies against them to occupy better seats, instills a feeling of adventure and excitement the moment one enters through the classroom door. If these reasons are not enough to make the lectures worth attending, then I must mention that we have a smart, charming and good-looking teacher! All this goes on upto 11am. This is when the class ends and the real ‘masti’ begins…Hurrying out of the class to sit under the shades of a tree enjoying the fiery orange blossoms of the gulmohur tree and chit-chatting with friends is what makes the next 9am much awaited!

An attempt...

I am a person who uses the computer and keyboard either to chat on GoogleTalk or write a 'C' or JAVA program.So i am really confused what to write(although i spent two days trying to settle down on a topic!). I even don't know what made me decide to write a blog. Maybe, when the whole world starting from Amitabh Bachchan to my brother are blogging, i just wanted to follow the trend...or it might be the urge to deviate from my daily routine and try something new....or is it that i am good at drawing inspirations...I guess this is a more 'probable probability'. i don't possess the skills to weave magic with words.But i hope,by the time i am ten blogs old ,there will be an improvement.