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
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
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
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
Thursday, September 20, 2007
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.
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....
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..
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..
Monday, August 13, 2007
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
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.
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.
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