Another children’s day…these days I have strong feel that I am no longer a kid… but it’s always Dad’s call, which strikes a chord in my heart that am still a kid. I was/am (still) always a daddy’s gal.
I was born when he was 27. The way he cares for me, the cute little names he used to call me, it’s all the same even today…nothing has changed over these years. Neither he won’t accept the fact that his daughter has grown up nor did I realize that I am an employed lady on her foots when am with him. The bond between us is so veritable and innate that it never hurts me on his over protective nature. It really irritates me when people including my mother show so much concern over me. But the case is different when it is dad. No logical or scientific reason for this though.
It was my dad who took me on my first day at school. The picture of me leaving his hand and walking to the class room still find fresh in his memory. That was the greatest pain I had given him, he used to say.
For such a strong person like him, tears will come from those eyes if I am not feeling well or hurt. He knows me better than me. He had never scolded me for any of my immature behaviors till date instead he makes me think and realize by my own giving me my time. It’s his motivation that molded the true ME.
One thing which I really felt envy on his character is the way he balances his personal life and official life. He will pay attention to our silly complaints without any bad face even if he is in his peak of work. I am a big zero in that. If am at work, I normally won’t attend any personal calls or mails thinking they will distract me which is ideally a not sound way of managing myself.
So long story, short description, thinking of taking a resolution on Children’s day to find a balance between personal and official life. Just a prayer here, hope this new resolution won’t have the fate of those million resolutions I have taken throughout my life earlier.
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
The pink marble
Friendship is not a big thing. It’s a million little things. Human heart always strives for friendship. And if you are a person who wants to live without friends, you definitely need to adopt an unusual life style to cope up with. We all have our time machines, those which take us back to our past are our memories and those which will take us forward are our dreams.
Going back through the memory lane, the most exciting and colorful time would be childhood days. Little pranks- the adventures you name it, the silly little fights- the quest for justice. There are so many of them you name it and do. Those memories are like the first raindrop on earth’s lap, or a wind tickling through your face, just meant to refresh you.
Well, I had done my schooling in an Italian convent. I bet there is no need to explain how well the convent schools maintain their disciplinary outlook with the kids as their brand ambassadors. No difference in my case too.
The story or incident I want to share here dates back to the start of 90’s when I was in my third standard.
Ours was the most disciplined batch in our school. No wonder why a batch would be the most disciplined if its class teacher is none other than the headmistress of the school. She was a very efficient lady with a good managing skill. She knew each and every kid by their names. So it’s impossible for us to hide from her eyes.
We used to keep our lunch boxes and water bottles in an iron stand which is at the back side of our class room. So before the bell rang post lunch break we all rush to have water as we won’t be allowed to drink in the middle of the classes. More over a break will come only after two periods. Since the urge of thirst is more that time as we all come directly from play ground, all those hurry buries results in spilling water on the floor. A little drop of water is more than enough to make that class room look horrible as we all have loads of dirt in our shoes. So no wonder why one day our class teacher / headmistress put this new rule.
If any girl spills the water, she needs to clean it using her skirt and if it’s a boy then he will be pulling out his shirt for cleaning the floor apart from the regular beatings.
Well, that really created a noticeable trepidation with in us. Not that we are that much bothered to pull off our dress but the fact is that if he/she happened to clean the class with the uniform, news will spread in lightening fast through the entire school and kids will laugh at the very sight of you and your friends wont gave you your share of mango pickle. The thought which I really concerned was that being a class leader I will be getting more beatings and scolding than any other kids. So I keep on telling in mind to be cautious while going to the water bottle stand.
The next day which is the very first day of the new rule, the inevitable happened. The class leader spilled the water. But for my luck there was no eye-witness. Honestly speaking that was not my fault. But I can’t pin point on my best friend who is already in the bad book of the class teacher. So now I have three choices.
Take the chance, tell the truth, and let my friend get all punishments.
The second option, since the spilt water is from my bottle, take the ownership and face the trial. And the last option since none really witnessed the show, just put up the innocent face with an I don’t know who spilt the water look, which is not much my type of dealing. So I was really confused with these three options and it really showed up in my face. Mean while I could hear the sigh of kids noticing the water. I feel like those sighs rhymed something like this “Some body’s bell rang”.
Five minutes to the break. Its after the break, she will be coming to the class for the last period to discuss the class hold stuffs. Now the pendulum of my heart started ticking very fast that any body could listen the lub dup sound. I was visualizing the scene where the class leader pulls out her skirt to clean the dirt prior to the double dhamakha, the stick treats.
Its during the break when the most notorious and tallest guy in our class, Meljo demanded me the reason for my nervousness. I used the word notorious because he used to be in her black list. Never ever answers her questions on previous days portions. Used to come to school after assembly for which he used to get beatings on a daily basis. Though he was a little rude, he was concerned on the shades of tension in my face. The reason being, I used to cut his name from the list of kids who talked during the teacher not available periods for those days when he got so much of beatings for other cases.
That’s the reason why he gave me tips on how to hold my hand so that I don’t feel much pain as I am a new bee to the trials. I listened carefully but for the skirt thing he was clueless as he had never faced any thing like that before.
But instead he took something out of his pocket and showed me. That was a pink colored marble piece. I had never seen a pink one in my life. And he said he got this from an old man whom he helped earlier by giving water and the old man told him to keep that marble piece as it will keep him from all dangers.
I really don’t have a clue that he is going to give me that valuable piece which was supposed to save his entire life. I was really shocked to see the boy keeping that marble piece in my hand and smiled innocently. But still the inherent doubt popped, I asked him,” Is this going to work”. He replied “Definitely this has saved me many a times before”. I was a bit relieved.
Alas….the bell rang. I could see the class teacher coming with her stick through the long corridor. Uneven heart beats danced along with the fingers. Every inch of my body started to shiver. She will notice the spilled water soon.
Well, she started discussing the assignment we are supposed to do next week as though she completely forgot the new rule. All were jotting down the points. I looked Meljo through the corner of my eyes. He gave me a thumps up sign which meant everything till now is fine, this is going to be all right. I tried to smile back.
Tring…the bell rang for prayer which would be followed by National Anthem. Though the prayer we had was a well written one, I chanted the lines with full dedication for saving me from disgrace. After National Anthem all rushed to door to catch their vehicles. No one really cared for the spilled water.
I wanted to thank Meljo. I was cent percent sure that it was his magic marble that saved me. But he was not to be seen anywhere in the class. As always he ran to catch the window seat of the bus.
Next day, I was very eager to meet the boy. I got a chance only during the lunch break and I thanked him for his kind deed. He gave me a cold look and told he got that marble piece from road and kept it out of curiosity. There is no such old man whom he helped and he just wanted to feel me good. That’s why he cooked up that story. But even today I still love to believe that it’s that pink marble piece which saved me.
I am very lucky to have such million little things happened through out my life to fill my life’s diary. I know I can never turn back the pages of life, even though it’s just to relive a happy moment, or a good memory. But for me, it’s those good old memories of friendship are what we ultimately possess in our life. Friendship is just a million little things. It’s not a big thing.
Going back through the memory lane, the most exciting and colorful time would be childhood days. Little pranks- the adventures you name it, the silly little fights- the quest for justice. There are so many of them you name it and do. Those memories are like the first raindrop on earth’s lap, or a wind tickling through your face, just meant to refresh you.
Well, I had done my schooling in an Italian convent. I bet there is no need to explain how well the convent schools maintain their disciplinary outlook with the kids as their brand ambassadors. No difference in my case too.
The story or incident I want to share here dates back to the start of 90’s when I was in my third standard.
Ours was the most disciplined batch in our school. No wonder why a batch would be the most disciplined if its class teacher is none other than the headmistress of the school. She was a very efficient lady with a good managing skill. She knew each and every kid by their names. So it’s impossible for us to hide from her eyes.
We used to keep our lunch boxes and water bottles in an iron stand which is at the back side of our class room. So before the bell rang post lunch break we all rush to have water as we won’t be allowed to drink in the middle of the classes. More over a break will come only after two periods. Since the urge of thirst is more that time as we all come directly from play ground, all those hurry buries results in spilling water on the floor. A little drop of water is more than enough to make that class room look horrible as we all have loads of dirt in our shoes. So no wonder why one day our class teacher / headmistress put this new rule.
If any girl spills the water, she needs to clean it using her skirt and if it’s a boy then he will be pulling out his shirt for cleaning the floor apart from the regular beatings.
Well, that really created a noticeable trepidation with in us. Not that we are that much bothered to pull off our dress but the fact is that if he/she happened to clean the class with the uniform, news will spread in lightening fast through the entire school and kids will laugh at the very sight of you and your friends wont gave you your share of mango pickle. The thought which I really concerned was that being a class leader I will be getting more beatings and scolding than any other kids. So I keep on telling in mind to be cautious while going to the water bottle stand.
The next day which is the very first day of the new rule, the inevitable happened. The class leader spilled the water. But for my luck there was no eye-witness. Honestly speaking that was not my fault. But I can’t pin point on my best friend who is already in the bad book of the class teacher. So now I have three choices.
Take the chance, tell the truth, and let my friend get all punishments.
The second option, since the spilt water is from my bottle, take the ownership and face the trial. And the last option since none really witnessed the show, just put up the innocent face with an I don’t know who spilt the water look, which is not much my type of dealing. So I was really confused with these three options and it really showed up in my face. Mean while I could hear the sigh of kids noticing the water. I feel like those sighs rhymed something like this “Some body’s bell rang”.
Five minutes to the break. Its after the break, she will be coming to the class for the last period to discuss the class hold stuffs. Now the pendulum of my heart started ticking very fast that any body could listen the lub dup sound. I was visualizing the scene where the class leader pulls out her skirt to clean the dirt prior to the double dhamakha, the stick treats.
Its during the break when the most notorious and tallest guy in our class, Meljo demanded me the reason for my nervousness. I used the word notorious because he used to be in her black list. Never ever answers her questions on previous days portions. Used to come to school after assembly for which he used to get beatings on a daily basis. Though he was a little rude, he was concerned on the shades of tension in my face. The reason being, I used to cut his name from the list of kids who talked during the teacher not available periods for those days when he got so much of beatings for other cases.
That’s the reason why he gave me tips on how to hold my hand so that I don’t feel much pain as I am a new bee to the trials. I listened carefully but for the skirt thing he was clueless as he had never faced any thing like that before.
But instead he took something out of his pocket and showed me. That was a pink colored marble piece. I had never seen a pink one in my life. And he said he got this from an old man whom he helped earlier by giving water and the old man told him to keep that marble piece as it will keep him from all dangers.
I really don’t have a clue that he is going to give me that valuable piece which was supposed to save his entire life. I was really shocked to see the boy keeping that marble piece in my hand and smiled innocently. But still the inherent doubt popped, I asked him,” Is this going to work”. He replied “Definitely this has saved me many a times before”. I was a bit relieved.
Alas….the bell rang. I could see the class teacher coming with her stick through the long corridor. Uneven heart beats danced along with the fingers. Every inch of my body started to shiver. She will notice the spilled water soon.
Well, she started discussing the assignment we are supposed to do next week as though she completely forgot the new rule. All were jotting down the points. I looked Meljo through the corner of my eyes. He gave me a thumps up sign which meant everything till now is fine, this is going to be all right. I tried to smile back.
Tring…the bell rang for prayer which would be followed by National Anthem. Though the prayer we had was a well written one, I chanted the lines with full dedication for saving me from disgrace. After National Anthem all rushed to door to catch their vehicles. No one really cared for the spilled water.
I wanted to thank Meljo. I was cent percent sure that it was his magic marble that saved me. But he was not to be seen anywhere in the class. As always he ran to catch the window seat of the bus.
Next day, I was very eager to meet the boy. I got a chance only during the lunch break and I thanked him for his kind deed. He gave me a cold look and told he got that marble piece from road and kept it out of curiosity. There is no such old man whom he helped and he just wanted to feel me good. That’s why he cooked up that story. But even today I still love to believe that it’s that pink marble piece which saved me.
I am very lucky to have such million little things happened through out my life to fill my life’s diary. I know I can never turn back the pages of life, even though it’s just to relive a happy moment, or a good memory. But for me, it’s those good old memories of friendship are what we ultimately possess in our life. Friendship is just a million little things. It’s not a big thing.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Chapathi versus Assignment
This entry is again a page from my college lyf…U may wonder wat s d relation between Chapathi and Assignments…In a common man’s view der is no perceptible relation between d two…but definitely it got some meaning in our B Tech class…something which we still share among us not only as a piece of fun but also to tease somebody…
Assignments...one of d irksome word u find in ur college lyf…As long as u r in college u r expected to hear dis word at least 6*3 times/semester…supposing u have 6 subject and each having 3 assignments…Writing assignments won’t ever be a problem if der is somebody in ur class who is solely dedicated for dat…Conditions applied: He/ She should be kind enough to give d upshot of his/her hard slog… Here goes d reason why we hate writing assignments by our own bcoz it involves several steps we need to follow…
1) You need to go to library.
2) Sign in to the register neglecting “new to college” stare of staff at register.
3) You now entered to the chimera of books.
4) You think it’s easy to find d desired book as d book rack has its subject name pasted beautifully.
5) But you ended up asking d librarian which side of library dis particular book belongs to. At times u will be fluky enuf to miss his sarcastic glare.
6) You walk towards the pointed side wid a hunch dat u r going to solve an arcane case of murder.
7) By the time you reach dat particular side of d library, u will find that the issuing time is about to over and u take a leap to the issuing queue wer u need to satisfy a position dat will never reaches the issuing counter in less than half an hour..
8) However u manage to reach the issuing counter, the librarian’s checking of ur id card will give u a feel that u have queued up for a boarding pass.
9) Wid lots of fervor, u run to ur desk to start writing d same but soon realizes dat dis content will never satisfy ur lecturer.
10) Now only one way left...u need to ask d help of “Google Mata”.
11) Lots of thoughts will rush thru ur mind in a sequence which convinces u to dis conclusion…”Not again”.
Hence proved it’s better to copy the assignments. It doesn’t mean dat we r not intelligent but it means dat we r smart enuf to manage our time to some useful purposes rather than wasting it in a library. But we do have written some assignments seriously and dat happened in very rare cases like lecturer not accepting single copy of content from a class of 64 and wanted 64 opinions on d topic.
So dis was d custom we were following after the first semester…First semester is always an exception…You think u r smart enough to write an assignment by ur own and u don’t feel like sharing ur manuscript to d other technocrats of d class… u have joined d college after getting a prestigious rank in entrance exam…Whatever be d reason nobody prefers to write assignment by their own after d first semester...
For us, in later semesters der was no point of having dis question “Who will write d paper first?” Bcoz we have this one girl in our class…she used to write down all d assignments. And she is so kind dat she will let us make a facsimile of d same and a copy will be sent to boy’s hostel ASAP…So our life was going smooth wid out much trouble… It is now wen somebody got dis weird idea of writing an assignment all by her own. Let’s call this lady of spirit, Anjali (d name is not real, author’s contribution). We tried to daunt her by all our ways just for her good as we knew she is new to this field…But Anjali was in all her spirit dat even if she withdrew from her effort she knew we will pester her like hell throughout our years and she need to face the mental torture we saved for her…So she decided to go wid her plan.She justified her movement wid just one question…
"Which Chapathi will u prefer to have…d one which u cooked or d one ur mom cooked?"
We unanimously told “The Chapathi by mom”, which she never expected…and her expression dat time was really an embarrassing one…
After our reply we start thinking why she asked such a question…Here goes Anjali’s explanation…
The Chapathi u r going to make is something special when compared to d one made by ur mom. Because u r giving so much passion, care to ur work (here…making Chapathi) and u want it to be d best…even if it reach no wer near d excellence…u will still have a satisfaction inside…dat u have done it all by ur own…which makes our Chapathi more tastier…Now u can relate it wid assignments…d assignment u write has some value than d one copied…
She meant a very beautiful thing but d way she expressed it wid her chapatti concern make us laugh d whole night…Even now we used to recollect those memories…and yes still we used to pester Anjali for her Chapathi dialogue…
And now back to story…We watched her writing d assignments…flipping pages in a hurry…checking her specs every fifteen minutes to see if it’s still der in its place…scratching her head wid d pen…all des gives us an impression dat d author of d book have done some serious mistake or he might have written something which she don’t believe it to be in dat way…
Whatever be it…So just for a change many of us copied from Anjali to give a moral support to her venture neglecting our friend from whom we used to write…and submitted on time. This is a happy ending story till now...Just check below to know wat happened after few days.
After few days we got our assignment paper back wid a comment…”Rewrite and Submit”. Wat our lecturer meant by d topic was little different from wat we submitted…We piled all our assignment papers before Anjali’s and demanded an explanation…U cud imagine her expression of d moment and we all burst to laughter dat we together shouted "Not again"….and we all started writing d new copy from our friend who have submitted it wid proper answer.
Assignments...one of d irksome word u find in ur college lyf…As long as u r in college u r expected to hear dis word at least 6*3 times/semester…supposing u have 6 subject and each having 3 assignments…Writing assignments won’t ever be a problem if der is somebody in ur class who is solely dedicated for dat…Conditions applied: He/ She should be kind enough to give d upshot of his/her hard slog… Here goes d reason why we hate writing assignments by our own bcoz it involves several steps we need to follow…
1) You need to go to library.
2) Sign in to the register neglecting “new to college” stare of staff at register.
3) You now entered to the chimera of books.
4) You think it’s easy to find d desired book as d book rack has its subject name pasted beautifully.
5) But you ended up asking d librarian which side of library dis particular book belongs to. At times u will be fluky enuf to miss his sarcastic glare.
6) You walk towards the pointed side wid a hunch dat u r going to solve an arcane case of murder.
7) By the time you reach dat particular side of d library, u will find that the issuing time is about to over and u take a leap to the issuing queue wer u need to satisfy a position dat will never reaches the issuing counter in less than half an hour..
8) However u manage to reach the issuing counter, the librarian’s checking of ur id card will give u a feel that u have queued up for a boarding pass.
9) Wid lots of fervor, u run to ur desk to start writing d same but soon realizes dat dis content will never satisfy ur lecturer.
10) Now only one way left...u need to ask d help of “Google Mata”.
11) Lots of thoughts will rush thru ur mind in a sequence which convinces u to dis conclusion…”Not again”.
Hence proved it’s better to copy the assignments. It doesn’t mean dat we r not intelligent but it means dat we r smart enuf to manage our time to some useful purposes rather than wasting it in a library. But we do have written some assignments seriously and dat happened in very rare cases like lecturer not accepting single copy of content from a class of 64 and wanted 64 opinions on d topic.
So dis was d custom we were following after the first semester…First semester is always an exception…You think u r smart enough to write an assignment by ur own and u don’t feel like sharing ur manuscript to d other technocrats of d class… u have joined d college after getting a prestigious rank in entrance exam…Whatever be d reason nobody prefers to write assignment by their own after d first semester...
For us, in later semesters der was no point of having dis question “Who will write d paper first?” Bcoz we have this one girl in our class…she used to write down all d assignments. And she is so kind dat she will let us make a facsimile of d same and a copy will be sent to boy’s hostel ASAP…So our life was going smooth wid out much trouble… It is now wen somebody got dis weird idea of writing an assignment all by her own. Let’s call this lady of spirit, Anjali (d name is not real, author’s contribution). We tried to daunt her by all our ways just for her good as we knew she is new to this field…But Anjali was in all her spirit dat even if she withdrew from her effort she knew we will pester her like hell throughout our years and she need to face the mental torture we saved for her…So she decided to go wid her plan.She justified her movement wid just one question…
"Which Chapathi will u prefer to have…d one which u cooked or d one ur mom cooked?"
We unanimously told “The Chapathi by mom”, which she never expected…and her expression dat time was really an embarrassing one…
After our reply we start thinking why she asked such a question…Here goes Anjali’s explanation…
The Chapathi u r going to make is something special when compared to d one made by ur mom. Because u r giving so much passion, care to ur work (here…making Chapathi) and u want it to be d best…even if it reach no wer near d excellence…u will still have a satisfaction inside…dat u have done it all by ur own…which makes our Chapathi more tastier…Now u can relate it wid assignments…d assignment u write has some value than d one copied…
She meant a very beautiful thing but d way she expressed it wid her chapatti concern make us laugh d whole night…Even now we used to recollect those memories…and yes still we used to pester Anjali for her Chapathi dialogue…
And now back to story…We watched her writing d assignments…flipping pages in a hurry…checking her specs every fifteen minutes to see if it’s still der in its place…scratching her head wid d pen…all des gives us an impression dat d author of d book have done some serious mistake or he might have written something which she don’t believe it to be in dat way…
Whatever be it…So just for a change many of us copied from Anjali to give a moral support to her venture neglecting our friend from whom we used to write…and submitted on time. This is a happy ending story till now...Just check below to know wat happened after few days.
After few days we got our assignment paper back wid a comment…”Rewrite and Submit”. Wat our lecturer meant by d topic was little different from wat we submitted…We piled all our assignment papers before Anjali’s and demanded an explanation…U cud imagine her expression of d moment and we all burst to laughter dat we together shouted "Not again"….and we all started writing d new copy from our friend who have submitted it wid proper answer.
Topic is all around u....
It’s been a while that I blogged something…so was wondering wat to jot down wen my friend, who posted his 50th entry commented “Nupur, topic is all around u”…exactly… topic is all around us…
Instantly I got a message… a senti one of its kind….on how hard it feels wen u miss a friend’s marriage…she is not just a friend…she was my roommate during first year of college though we were in different streams…unfortunately we cud not make it for her most awaited day…but we do called her and wished … her’s was d first one from our hostel room…Ah…well hostel room… a place wer u can find us engrossed in a pool of never ending big small talks, gossips, innovative ideas... list is endless…
I was very fortunate to acquire many exceptional qualities while staying with my friends…by exceptional please don’t make it in a Hollywood style…my exceptional qualities is nothing but sleeping wid lights and sounds on…Earlier, when I was staying wid my parents, I hate lights and sound while sleeping, I need a peaceful milieu to sleep…u can’t expect it wen u r away from the comfort of ur home…and dat too in an engineering hostel…u know wat... engineers including me get our most innovative ideas in d night and naturally we think loud thereby helping our meilleure amie to develop exceptional qualities like mine. This really had helped me a lot later …Well that’s another story…will share it some other time, hopefully…
Feeling very delighted now…the memoire of a beautiful eon and also the extreme good climate in Trivandrum… loving the moment…
Instantly I got a message… a senti one of its kind….on how hard it feels wen u miss a friend’s marriage…she is not just a friend…she was my roommate during first year of college though we were in different streams…unfortunately we cud not make it for her most awaited day…but we do called her and wished … her’s was d first one from our hostel room…Ah…well hostel room… a place wer u can find us engrossed in a pool of never ending big small talks, gossips, innovative ideas... list is endless…
I was very fortunate to acquire many exceptional qualities while staying with my friends…by exceptional please don’t make it in a Hollywood style…my exceptional qualities is nothing but sleeping wid lights and sounds on…Earlier, when I was staying wid my parents, I hate lights and sound while sleeping, I need a peaceful milieu to sleep…u can’t expect it wen u r away from the comfort of ur home…and dat too in an engineering hostel…u know wat... engineers including me get our most innovative ideas in d night and naturally we think loud thereby helping our meilleure amie to develop exceptional qualities like mine. This really had helped me a lot later …Well that’s another story…will share it some other time, hopefully…
Feeling very delighted now…the memoire of a beautiful eon and also the extreme good climate in Trivandrum… loving the moment…
Sunday, May 16, 2010
College life is something someone cud treasure for a life time..somebody told me this wen I am in school…well…..I had heard d same sentence with school life instead of college life….anyways no issues….u have all rights to change the words until and unless it’s not any royalty issue……
Yes…coming back….college life was really action-packed….we have done lots of program there….thanks to VAASTAV-IT Association of our College…..
Basically there are two kinds of engineering applicants who joins the IT branch….first and foremost being those who hanker after the subject and who poise they could glue an impression in the IT industry..and they really do…last but not d least …d majority group… they opt IT branch wen they not be up to snuff to get the most wanted Electronics and Communication or some other branches in their bag…My class’s a mixture of both….we really made some accomplishments in our college which is still invincible by any….
The first year was cool with the inane annotations given by our beloved seniors. As all seniors of every college do, they also teased us at d same time encouraged us, gave us whole hearted partnership in all our mischief’s…..well we all enjoyed those sessions….It was during d first semester d most awaited Science Day came…..it was only for Science Day first year’s were allowed to perform on stage during our time…..as soon as d notice came, we girls gathered together…..somebody might be wondering why no boys……arre yaar …..Dis is d first sem of college….u know……. boys are out of question…..We discussed and finalized to perform group song…we want to let the world know d fact that we are amazing singers….for my case… I have gone for classical singing class for 2 months when I was in 3’rd standard and participated in some charity shows…well that’s more than enough for participating in group song…someone was telling deep from inside…even now wen I sing, I enjoy d whole time…but I could always see awful faces gawking at me as though they are judges of any reality show…..man…I am singing for my own pleasure…wats their problem…. though I don’t know the lyrics of any, I am very good at filling the gap….
We finalized Krishna Nee Bhegane of Colonial Cousin’s…..why we selected this song was bcoz we just want to let our folks know that if Hariharan could…why can’t us…but d true fact is we just love d song… I am sure all of u know this particular song has both eastern and western mix…..
So we decided classical singers in the group will try for d eastern and rest all could try western...I made a quick jump out to the western group knowing the jeopardy if in any case somebody will get d weird idea of putting me into d classical part…..In our group, Rikisha and Divya were gifted classical singers…. we were pretty sure dat classical part of d song was safe in their hands….Rest all wer assigned to western including me…well…..
Wen we arrange ourselves as whom to stand wer….. d classical side was very weak in strength of just 2…so it was obvious that somebody from western group should forfeit themselves for the well-rounded look of the team….somebody…specifically my friend/roommate/bench mate Sheena felt my 2 months of classical learning was an over qualification for entering the eastern group and she announced d crew dat I have performed a couple of stage performances in my 3’rd standard…so I joined hands wid Sheena who have gone for classical classes around 3 months in her child hood just like me to contribute our piece of cake in d program….we should be ready to take risk at any time of our life…we spread the message….
I should give u ppl an impression of my class before that ….ours is the only class wer girls out-numbered boys’ wid a huge majority of four as we have strength of 35 girls and 31 boys. May be bcoz of that reason and some others we were under d close watch of seniors….
Finally the day of performance came…..we were practicing day and nite and we were satisfied by our performance…..Kudos to our Hostel Warden who bare wid us as we were having our night practices in a room just opposite to hers….But there wer a couple of times she came out of her room wid a begging face…So as I said we were practicing very hard and loud….and we need ground support for sure….bcoz in our college, we will get remarks on d spot from d audience…..in d form of screams and howls…..particularly if a team of girls are on stage, u can expect nothing in a small scale ….in fact we were getting warnings from many sides…..but u know…. we are not quitters….we want our space…..some boys of our batch both our class and other batches volunteered themselves for asking seniors not to wail while we perform…I should say dat its not under our request or something dey volunteered…well d reason… u will know it later…So as a matter of fact we got good full-blown publicity before our performance ….
We all dressed smartly in blue outfits as blue was d color we selected as our dress code….finally all set to go……we all stand in a circle….just like d hockey team of Chak De India…..we decided…whatever response we will get from audience we are not leaving the stage …..we will leave only after d final beat……..y dis particular oath bcoz we came to know that two gangs have been formed in d campus….one is our friends whose total strength can be taken in our fingers ….and the second team is none but…. rest of d college….they wer having a bet…our friends said to the majority group that we never leave the stage until and unless we finish our performance while d rest said we will be leaving the stage in no time……well let’s see…
The anchor announced our names one by one Rikisha, Divya, Sheena, Nupur, Rajalakshmi, Minsa, Swathi, Nikhila….she announced something like this ….Now put ur hands together for the wonderful girls of IT….u all r gonna mesmerized by their fabulous performance….oh my God…..we thought gone ….d silly anchor bachi has given an unexpected build up for our team….. as soon as she gave some adjectives for our group d response from audience wer amazing….dey welcomed us wid a scream……..but wen we entered, it was a dreadful silence from the audience….we now got some confidence that everything is going to be fyn at d same time a little confused by d unusual silence….God only knows wat is in store for us…..
Wid a smile we started our Krishna Nee Bhegane….I bet u… nobody heard a single line after that….ppl started screaming as we expected…..not bcoz of our song is not good….just bcoz we dare to stand before dem….how mean….but however I felt so cool as I was expecting nothing less than dis…….dis is d first experience in my life…….I really wanted to cheer d audience for their over whelming responses but how could i ....i am singing naa.....…I forgot to mention ….I was a classical dancer during my school days ….participated in lots of competition and performed on many stages…..I was not dat bad in dancing so never get a chance like dis before… like somebody screaming at u while performing…not somebody but d whole college…..
I felt very excited ...u know…wen ppl challenge u….ur adrenalin will raise to its proximity which give u strength to face d world…in d mean time d audience were holding their hands together in a prayer form… which simply means leave d stage at once….I was enjoying every moment……not only me, d whole group was having their first experience…..we got excited and we started singing in our max voice….our beloved audience in their max……dis was d most wonderful moments I had in my college life I should say if somebody ask me….our college witnessed many a programs after dat but I am sure nobody enjoyed any shows better than ours dat happened on Science Day, 2005…..later we came to know that its none other than d volunteers whom I mentioned before started d whole drama…..They stood by us and started d hungama…dey wer d catalysts for d very dynamic gathering…Thanks a lot for our audience…who gave us d fantastic experience of d life time…After dat particular performance, we were privileged to get special attention from all sides….wer ever we go….ppl recognizes us…I shud say we get a celebrity status in the first SEM……Well…..der is nothing new as dis is a normal thing to be happen in a college lyf….but my point is its all des moments dat u cud treasure in ur life, u cud share wid ur friend while sipping a cup of coffee remembering d good old days…..
Yes…coming back….college life was really action-packed….we have done lots of program there….thanks to VAASTAV-IT Association of our College…..
Basically there are two kinds of engineering applicants who joins the IT branch….first and foremost being those who hanker after the subject and who poise they could glue an impression in the IT industry..and they really do…last but not d least …d majority group… they opt IT branch wen they not be up to snuff to get the most wanted Electronics and Communication or some other branches in their bag…My class’s a mixture of both….we really made some accomplishments in our college which is still invincible by any….
The first year was cool with the inane annotations given by our beloved seniors. As all seniors of every college do, they also teased us at d same time encouraged us, gave us whole hearted partnership in all our mischief’s…..well we all enjoyed those sessions….It was during d first semester d most awaited Science Day came…..it was only for Science Day first year’s were allowed to perform on stage during our time…..as soon as d notice came, we girls gathered together…..somebody might be wondering why no boys……arre yaar …..Dis is d first sem of college….u know……. boys are out of question…..We discussed and finalized to perform group song…we want to let the world know d fact that we are amazing singers….for my case… I have gone for classical singing class for 2 months when I was in 3’rd standard and participated in some charity shows…well that’s more than enough for participating in group song…someone was telling deep from inside…even now wen I sing, I enjoy d whole time…but I could always see awful faces gawking at me as though they are judges of any reality show…..man…I am singing for my own pleasure…wats their problem…. though I don’t know the lyrics of any, I am very good at filling the gap….
We finalized Krishna Nee Bhegane of Colonial Cousin’s…..why we selected this song was bcoz we just want to let our folks know that if Hariharan could…why can’t us…but d true fact is we just love d song… I am sure all of u know this particular song has both eastern and western mix…..
So we decided classical singers in the group will try for d eastern and rest all could try western...I made a quick jump out to the western group knowing the jeopardy if in any case somebody will get d weird idea of putting me into d classical part…..In our group, Rikisha and Divya were gifted classical singers…. we were pretty sure dat classical part of d song was safe in their hands….Rest all wer assigned to western including me…well…..
Wen we arrange ourselves as whom to stand wer….. d classical side was very weak in strength of just 2…so it was obvious that somebody from western group should forfeit themselves for the well-rounded look of the team….somebody…specifically my friend/roommate/bench mate Sheena felt my 2 months of classical learning was an over qualification for entering the eastern group and she announced d crew dat I have performed a couple of stage performances in my 3’rd standard…so I joined hands wid Sheena who have gone for classical classes around 3 months in her child hood just like me to contribute our piece of cake in d program….we should be ready to take risk at any time of our life…we spread the message….
I should give u ppl an impression of my class before that ….ours is the only class wer girls out-numbered boys’ wid a huge majority of four as we have strength of 35 girls and 31 boys. May be bcoz of that reason and some others we were under d close watch of seniors….
Finally the day of performance came…..we were practicing day and nite and we were satisfied by our performance…..Kudos to our Hostel Warden who bare wid us as we were having our night practices in a room just opposite to hers….But there wer a couple of times she came out of her room wid a begging face…So as I said we were practicing very hard and loud….and we need ground support for sure….bcoz in our college, we will get remarks on d spot from d audience…..in d form of screams and howls…..particularly if a team of girls are on stage, u can expect nothing in a small scale ….in fact we were getting warnings from many sides…..but u know…. we are not quitters….we want our space…..some boys of our batch both our class and other batches volunteered themselves for asking seniors not to wail while we perform…I should say dat its not under our request or something dey volunteered…well d reason… u will know it later…So as a matter of fact we got good full-blown publicity before our performance ….
We all dressed smartly in blue outfits as blue was d color we selected as our dress code….finally all set to go……we all stand in a circle….just like d hockey team of Chak De India…..we decided…whatever response we will get from audience we are not leaving the stage …..we will leave only after d final beat……..y dis particular oath bcoz we came to know that two gangs have been formed in d campus….one is our friends whose total strength can be taken in our fingers ….and the second team is none but…. rest of d college….they wer having a bet…our friends said to the majority group that we never leave the stage until and unless we finish our performance while d rest said we will be leaving the stage in no time……well let’s see…
The anchor announced our names one by one Rikisha, Divya, Sheena, Nupur, Rajalakshmi, Minsa, Swathi, Nikhila….she announced something like this ….Now put ur hands together for the wonderful girls of IT….u all r gonna mesmerized by their fabulous performance….oh my God…..we thought gone ….d silly anchor bachi has given an unexpected build up for our team….. as soon as she gave some adjectives for our group d response from audience wer amazing….dey welcomed us wid a scream……..but wen we entered, it was a dreadful silence from the audience….we now got some confidence that everything is going to be fyn at d same time a little confused by d unusual silence….God only knows wat is in store for us…..
Wid a smile we started our Krishna Nee Bhegane….I bet u… nobody heard a single line after that….ppl started screaming as we expected…..not bcoz of our song is not good….just bcoz we dare to stand before dem….how mean….but however I felt so cool as I was expecting nothing less than dis…….dis is d first experience in my life…….I really wanted to cheer d audience for their over whelming responses but how could i ....i am singing naa.....…I forgot to mention ….I was a classical dancer during my school days ….participated in lots of competition and performed on many stages…..I was not dat bad in dancing so never get a chance like dis before… like somebody screaming at u while performing…not somebody but d whole college…..
I felt very excited ...u know…wen ppl challenge u….ur adrenalin will raise to its proximity which give u strength to face d world…in d mean time d audience were holding their hands together in a prayer form… which simply means leave d stage at once….I was enjoying every moment……not only me, d whole group was having their first experience…..we got excited and we started singing in our max voice….our beloved audience in their max……dis was d most wonderful moments I had in my college life I should say if somebody ask me….our college witnessed many a programs after dat but I am sure nobody enjoyed any shows better than ours dat happened on Science Day, 2005…..later we came to know that its none other than d volunteers whom I mentioned before started d whole drama…..They stood by us and started d hungama…dey wer d catalysts for d very dynamic gathering…Thanks a lot for our audience…who gave us d fantastic experience of d life time…After dat particular performance, we were privileged to get special attention from all sides….wer ever we go….ppl recognizes us…I shud say we get a celebrity status in the first SEM……Well…..der is nothing new as dis is a normal thing to be happen in a college lyf….but my point is its all des moments dat u cud treasure in ur life, u cud share wid ur friend while sipping a cup of coffee remembering d good old days…..
Best Moments of Life...
A mother is born in a woman exactly when her child is born. A mother’s existence is with her child. The lust to see her child after nine months of caring is something beyond words. The delight is irrepressible to see her child growing, its first cry, first attempt to walk, and first fall, attempt to utter the first word which is nothing but ‘ma’. She will start forfeiting her happiness for her little one. She is there for anything and everything. There is a very common proverb which says that “God cannot reach anywhere and that’s the reason why he made mothers”.
I am very fortunate that I had my mother with me during all those beautiful moments of my life’s album. We together experienced the best and worst chapters of life. There are myriad of moments that I cherish to happen again and again in my life with my mother. One among them, which I feel so cute and lovely, is when she opens our old silver box. She had a collection of things which I have used during my childhood. It includes the first baby dress I wore, the first toys my parents gave me, the first pair of shoes, those small black glass bangles I used to wear, those small bowl in which she used to give my food, those old baby walkers made out of wood and wat more even she had those feeding bottle stacked in her box. Well at times she used to open that box and always call me to have a look on them. Though I know what all are they, still I continue to ask her what’s the significance of each and every stuffs, just to see her face gleaming with pride when she explains the belongings of her first kid, that’s my things. She used to give me wonderful explanations like from where she got those cute little things for me as if I am still that kid on her shoulders. This is one of those beautiful moments I still love sharing with my mother.
Another such moment is when we open our albums. We have a very good collection of childhood memories portrayed in paper. She still has a good memory of all those happened when I was a kid. The places we went, the unnecessary cries I made to get something or the other, the dress I wore. She used to tell me all those with great ardor and after all those sessions she used to sigh. I never asked the reason for her sigh as I know she prefers me to be a kid so that she could get me whenever she wants. Though I am near to her, in a callable distance, I know she miss me a lot more than I do. Though I can never give anything back for her sacrifice and unconditional love for me, the only thing I could do is just be with her in all the possible time as it’s just my presence that will make her day.
I am very fortunate that I had my mother with me during all those beautiful moments of my life’s album. We together experienced the best and worst chapters of life. There are myriad of moments that I cherish to happen again and again in my life with my mother. One among them, which I feel so cute and lovely, is when she opens our old silver box. She had a collection of things which I have used during my childhood. It includes the first baby dress I wore, the first toys my parents gave me, the first pair of shoes, those small black glass bangles I used to wear, those small bowl in which she used to give my food, those old baby walkers made out of wood and wat more even she had those feeding bottle stacked in her box. Well at times she used to open that box and always call me to have a look on them. Though I know what all are they, still I continue to ask her what’s the significance of each and every stuffs, just to see her face gleaming with pride when she explains the belongings of her first kid, that’s my things. She used to give me wonderful explanations like from where she got those cute little things for me as if I am still that kid on her shoulders. This is one of those beautiful moments I still love sharing with my mother.
Another such moment is when we open our albums. We have a very good collection of childhood memories portrayed in paper. She still has a good memory of all those happened when I was a kid. The places we went, the unnecessary cries I made to get something or the other, the dress I wore. She used to tell me all those with great ardor and after all those sessions she used to sigh. I never asked the reason for her sigh as I know she prefers me to be a kid so that she could get me whenever she wants. Though I am near to her, in a callable distance, I know she miss me a lot more than I do. Though I can never give anything back for her sacrifice and unconditional love for me, the only thing I could do is just be with her in all the possible time as it’s just my presence that will make her day.
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