five things..

Five Things I’d Love To Do Before I Die
(In no particular order)
1) Sing with AR Rahman
2) See Venice
3) Act in a movie
4) See Egypt
5) Dye my hair pink

Five Things I Will Not Do Even If It Kills Me
1) Do a finance job
2) Sit through a finance workshop
3) Teach Math
4) Pay for a pair of Jimmy Choos
5) Eat dog meat

Five Things I Do When I’m Away From The Public
1) Pretend im a movie star
2) Pretend im a playback singer
3) Kiss pictures of gorge clooney
4) Pretend im a super heroine and rescue people from buildings
5) Sleep

Five Fave Sentences/Quotes

"Ill make a joke" - Vishal Gandhi
"Gandhi, make a joke" - Me
"Life is an ice cream...."
"Value of synergy = value with synergy - value without synergy" *******
"What??? what??? oh Fuck.." - PB

Five Things I’ll Make You Wish You Didnt Do, If You Did

Tell me to say something
Ask me to play on your football team
Tell me to be sensible



Five People To Tag
Parth
Mum
Bhavana
Payel
Anil

DRUGS

At IIFT, we have an NGO attachment thingy..in the last term..
Mine is a drug de-addiction centre. It was an eye-opener to say the least. I mean, this place isnt one of those fancy rehab clinics. Its a depressing, gloomy house. And the patients - with the exception of the girls- live down in a creepy basement.
The first alf an hour were spent in polite small talk with the manager. And it still didnt hit us. Then they took us on a tour of the place.
The two of us followed the manager into a small basement. A motley assortment of people were sitting on the floor, and talking about what they would do if they had Five Crores. The talk seemed normal enough until i realised that there were children there. They couldnt have been more than twelve or thirteen. One could not have been more then eight.
The manager made them all stand up and introduce themselves, tell us what 'nasha' they did..and how they came to be there.
It was horrifying - multiple drug users, people who did IV drugs,Smack, Heroin and Cocaine. Kids from the street, school children, professionals, architects, teachers....
Some of them had had relapses and voluntarily committed themselves again and again. It got me thinking - how desperate their lives must have been to voluntarily return to that place.
Most of all, it made me congratulate their spirit, for living in a place like that would have killed mine.

So definitely, SAY NO TO DRUGS

Golliwogs

When i was six, i read my first book. Our family has an awesome collection of books.

Anyway, it was called "The three little golliwogs" by Enid Blyton. And i fell in love. Wiggie, Waggie and Wollie became the centrestage of my life, and set the scene for so many more books to come.

I lived through those books, i cried, i laughed, i sighed and i loved through those books.

When Beth died, i cried. When Tara left Rhett, i screamed in frustration...and when Dill ran away and came to Scout, i jumped and clapped my hands.

But i have to warn you. I dont read books that make me think. I read books that make me live the character.

I havent been reading in a long time..and maybe that was what was wrong.

But recently, i went to Daryagunj in delhi. It was incredible..i got an armful of books..and then another armful..it was one of my truly happy times in this city.

So then,
Judy Blume told me "God is a nice idea. He belongs to everybody"

I got hold of a copy of Horse Whisperer and Tom Booker is now my new hero.

I explored Dublin with Meave Binchy.

Rincewind makes my soul feel better. He truly does.


And finally, im reading again.

Sex and the City

Ive decided to watch Sex and the City in huge doses..its incredible..how many people out there actually obsess like this?
Is he wierd?
Does he like dogs?
Does he listen to Backstreet boys?

Its funny, how important unimportant things can become. Atleast, ive always felt theyre unimportant...but then..lots of people dont i guess.

TV shows are awesome..u get to watch other people's lives...NOT.
Theyre probably exactly what life is not like.

But what would i know..Im only twenty one....

IM ALMOST DONE HERE

Well, the last exam of the term..and one more submission..that it..
I'm going home this weekend..we have to visit a port..
And thats another reason why I love Kochi, ITS A PORT :D

Recently, a friend told me that i had no reason to love the place ..other than the fact that it was home..
i dont agree..
The whole backwaters thing is really beautiful..if you dont take it for granted..
The best bit of the monsoon - walking across a bridge in the heavy rain..
Mangoes?
My grandmoms house, and a cup of hot tea...
The way you can get anywhere in about twenty minutes :D
Jew Town


So yeah, the roads suck, and u cant really party...
But Kochi is the city of ..well..my heart..

Choking Up

Sometimes, you see something,hear something, and tears come to your eyes...and these things never fail to bring tears to my eyes -

The song Vande Mataram
The song Bharat Humko Jaan Se Pyaara Hain
The song Ae Mere Watan Ke Logon
The rain after a long time
Watching my parents wedding video
Hearing the voice of someone you love on the phone after a long time
The Holi ad..
Little Kids running..
The smell of my room - fresh laundry and clean sheets

Retail and Distribution Management

We have this amazing Prof....who teaches us a subject called Retail and Distribution Management..

Yesterday, he started talking about goals and direction and plans..and how the most successful people in life always wrote them down..
Thats when i realised..I used to be the kind of person who always, always had a plan..and i also had plan B, Plan C and so on.

Now I have none. Literally, none.

That kind of sucks. I was just thinking this in my head when a new terror dawned on me. what if he picked me to be the one? The one who had to announce to the whole class what their plan was?
Thank god he didn't. He picked Akshay who was sitting next to me.

Anyway, maybe it isn't so great that i don't really know what direction to go in..maybe its not ok that ill appear for any interview with any company thats even likely to hire me..

But u know what? Maybe its ok that may life will take a direction i didn't foresee this one time..coz the stuff i had foreseen didn't turn out to be so great did it? Maybe its ok to take a chance, just this once. Maybe its even ok to enjoy the leap.

Clumsy

I never actually explained why clumsy is my middle name..did i?
Of course, for the three people who do read this blog, there needs be no explanantion, but on the off chance that others will come and see it, ill explain anyway.

I have a record of falling down atleast once in a month.
Before i came along, it wasnt possible to trip on thin air.
I have sprained both my ankles atleast five times..each. Im not lying, ask my mom.
I hate the way people tell me to walk like a girl (I obviously dont, people have compared me to ducks, and the ducks always win), coz when i do - I FALL.

THIS IS WHY I DONT LAUGH AT CLUMSY PEOPLE.
I, WHO LAUGHS SO EASILY.

He who laughs last, is a moron and gets stared at. He who falls get stared at more.

Coffee

I love coffee..
I was at Barista yesterday..let me tell you now..barista serves yucky coffee, noone knows how to make coffee like vimala aunty :)
I went to Barista to meet a friend and hence to convince myself that i do have a social life.
Even though the coffee was bad, the smell of it transported me mentally to vimala aunty's house.
To a time where i would go for tuition..and me and chillu would happily gabble for forty minutes before taking a break. We'd go to the terrace, and watch the water..look for exciting ships...
feel the breeze on our faces..
And then come back down and gabble for another hour before i was picked up by my mom.
All the while we'd be sipping coffee..and munching Peanuts..or what mallus call 'mixture'.

I loved tose times. Wish we could be back in school..pretending to study math.

Question

Can you be a Dog Person and a Cat Person at the same time?

I HATE IIFT

So..im back this theme..
I really do hate this place..
consider this - im in class.listening to disconnected words like "pool" "talent" "feedback" and "systems" resounding in my head..
ok, ok..in the class room , not in my head.
There is no place near IIFT where I can get Coffee.
People dont talk about anything but placements.
The only things u can do in Delhi is - Eat out, watch movie out, Watch movie in room.
The mess food sucks. Im still in denial of North Indian Food.
Noone sings or dances.
It doesnt rain, theres no monsoon..and PEOPLE HATE WHAT LITTLE RAIN THEY HAVE.

Whatever happened to dancing in the rain?
what hapened to singing??
For that matter, what happened to supper?
And why dont people think beyond their jobs?

IVE BEEN TAGGED..YAY!!

Here goes -

1. I love AR Rahman

2. My head spins if i dont eat often

3. I'm selfish

4. I have to read fiction - EVERYDAY

5. I love family get-togethers

6. I always get out of the right side of the bed - i mean the right of right/left

7. I admit to the world here and now that ive read Lord of the rings eight times

8. I used to do Karate



And now to spread goodwill and cheer - i tag ...
Amma
Kichu
Anil
Partha (The only non - family member who reads my blog)
Vidz

BACK

So, we're back at iift with pretty much nothing to do.

We have a lecture on soft skills for entrepreneurs tomorrow. And weve received preparatory notes. This is what it looks like.

CASE SUBJECTS

Mr.Anil something or the other
Company : XXXXXX
Email address: lihfoughibkfbf
Adress: Boondocks - new delhi

and so on................


PS: Class test on 3rd july.


I wonder what were supposed to do. Match the address with the name?? match telephone numbers with surnames???

IIFT does this to us a lot of the time.


Im terrified of math - forgive me those who have read other posts. The statistics exam in my first trimester was declared an open book exam. I , for one, heaved a sigh of total relief. Coz i knew there was no way i was going to pass the exam otherwise.

I walked into the examination room with my arm full of papers, books with post-its on them, colour coded page numbers etc. the exam started. I looked at the question paper, and realised something.

IIFT IS OUT TO TRICK ME. I THOUGHT OPEN BOOK WOULD MEAN THAT THE QUESTIONS WERE IN SOME VAGUE WAY RELATED TO WHAT WAS IN THE BOOKS?!!

Apparently not.


PS: People claim that the questions did come from the book - distantly.
I only wish to dispense this warning.
*Do not belive in people who claim they havent studied. Do not belive in open book Exams. And most of all, you have the right to sue the institute and students for mental trauma.*

THE PICTURE

The picture that you see, i consider a pretty accurate representation on myself.
(of course, the beers just for show..yes amma, its just for show)

The overalls - i love overalls, i once had a pair of florescent orange overalls that i would wear to junior college. Now thinking back, i probably looked like the sweepers at the airport, but i loved it all the same. These overalls caused a prof to notice that i was bunking once. He called me and said " i saw your funny dress, why didnt u come to class?"

The cap. I love caps too. I once went to shivaji market in bangalore and bought a cap/beret/shapeless object off a thela for Rs.10 . Sadly though, amma made me throw it away.

PLUS
People tell me i smile too much. I laugh too much. For all you people out there who have ever said that to me - i dont consider that a valid objection - to anything.
The background is just - cool.
And the beer is just for show.

Maybe ill learn

Ive been called technologically challenged.

I was not insulted then..but a little later (3 days) i realised it wasnt a great thing.. anyway..since i rarely have the energy to take up an argument with anyone but my brother..i dint..
but soon - i got my laptop!!!!

first of all - i had to consider the merits of this one vs that one.
40 GB???? upgradable????

then on to operating systems - XP vs Home? Pirated vs LIcensed?

finally - Processors - Duo Core vs Athlon????

Mom told me to get 60 gb, kichu licensed and my cousin - athlon. SO there it was - all ready shiny and new.
I take it to delhi..

around december - teh damn thing switches off and doesnt switch on...so i cautiously lift it..move it around a bit.. i wonder whether banging it with my fist would produce the desired effect - it seems to work very well on stubborn flushes!

decide against.

bring it back to kochi in the hols. meanwhile have struggled to finish assignemnts on time as im running between freinds laptop and the bloody city is so cols i dont want to take the freezing walk to the lab.

so in kochi. i call up the guy, make an appointment and carry it there. He looks at it for sometime, takes out the battery. He looks at it carefully. then puts it back.
THE DAMN THING TURNS ON!!!!!!!!

i hate technology.

Through a twist of fate - i now own kichu's camers fone with blue tooth technology.
I dont know what im going to do with it.

pooch and puffy

We have two Cats.
We had one, and then she had one. She is called pooch - short for poocha, and weve named him puffy - short for pufferfish, which is what he resembles if anyone goes near him.
our pooch is a darling - she lets you pet her, and stroke her , and shake her and kiss her..and play wonderful games. she comes to the door and calls you if shes hungry - or just want to be with you.

Puffy on the other hand, hisses and spits if you come too close. the only time you can stroke him is if hes too sleepy to notice that youre doing it.

today, we let them in in the evening. Pooch sat in ammas lap and reveled in hte luxury of being petted while puffy entagled himself in the wires behind the TV. when it was time to put them out, we carried pooch two steps, waited for her to call to puffy, and then took another two steps. progress was being made in this extremely slow fashion, when puffy took it in his head to go back to playing with his wires. so i bent down put my face to the floor and did my beast imitation of pooch's meow. He gave me a look - like "what the hell are you doin?" before he decided i wasnt even worth that much. so finally we shook newspapers at him to make him move. a lot of newspapers and some milk is what it took for him to go to pooch otuside.

I love our cats but they really do drive me nuts a lot of the time.

Dear All

It's always awful how time flies when your having fun. I arrived in Kochi fully intending to sleep away around 20 days. It didnt happen :(

My holidays sped by without me knowing it, i havent actually spent time with family, or my friends..or anyone..i hate that feeling.

Anyway- i hate that feeling. you know what else i hate??? DELHI

It sucks - biGTIME.
rude annoying people, terrible weather, dust everywhere, no rain, awful traffic, autos that loot you, no going out after dark, expensive theatres, expensive restaurants, sucky north indian food all the time, the groping in buses, the prejudice (most people i know in delhi think that theyre right all the time and south indians dont know anything), i hate that attitude....

the only good thing about the city is the wide, clean streets.

i dread going back....

This happens to me all the time

I dont know if anyone even cares about my rantings and ravings, but im not going to let that deter me..i mean...THIS IS JUST UNFAIR!
I got deleted off orkut...and Blogspot as well!!!!!!!!!???!!!!
how does this happen???
any thoughts?????


Im back in kochi now..and loving it!
it raining..its green..everything smells fresh..
i dont know if anyone else had crossed a bridge in the rain..on foot..without an umbrella..

water stings your face..theres a lovely breeze blowing..
the wind whips yr hair into your face.raindrops hit the water beneath the bridge...and theres water spraying in every direction. Drenching you.

its what i think of when the word 'element' is mentioned.