Sunday, December 28, 2014

Catch-22


Have you ever had an argument with your own self? Ever faced a dilemma where one ‘You’ says this thing is right and another ‘You’ says that the alternative is preferable. The situations where your brain literally splits up into two and each instead of complimenting each other get into a clash!

How difficult such situations are! And I’m sure, every one of us has experienced this. Such circumstances where both the arguments weigh equally strong and you just cannot let go any one of them! For a while, you decide to flow along the first and the very next moment you consider what all you’d be losing on following this and decide to alter the flow. It kinda gets like an endless vicious cycle in your mind!

But then, if I study my own behaviour and the results and decisions I’ve taken in past whenever I’ve faced such a thing, I see that most of them are based on experiences of the people around me.But then, yet again, I’m in a state of dilemma. How do I decide the flow of my life based on other people’s experiences? Because no handbook quotes that I’d be the 100th after the 99th to experience the same. What if I was meant to be the 1st of a list that that nobody had yet opted for, among the people I chose to base my choice on, fearing the same and yet my story turns out to be happier and more beautiful?

They say risking is the essence of entrepreneurship and it’s wise to risk intelligently. Why doesn’t life come with a manual providing proper guidelines and the risk measures and the possible threats and dangers on taking one?

Sometimes, this same thing about this beautiful journey excites me, as to how ignorant we are of the future and the same ignorance is bliss and wondrous because maybe that’s the reason why we turn each page so enthusiastically each new day and discover what was in store for us .But sometimes it makes me ponder over how we invest most of our present, by making decisions, by choosing etc,in making that so-uncertain future idyllic!


Such is the grandeur of life!

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Why I read ?

Although I wouldn't count myself into the tribe of avid-novel-readers, I spend most of the time reading. Reading online forums, terribly tiny tales,quora,blog posts,quotes etc. And as far as novels are concerned, I prefer to read at least a-book-a- month. Although 2014 kept me a little busy and most of the time spent was with my laptop and internet, I prefered reading these.

Some days back I was popped up with this question, “Isn't it boring to read all time?”

Here I enlist some of the  reasons for why reading can never turn boring.
  • Because Augustus Waters(Fault in Our Stars) isn’t going to stop loving me(or vice-versa. I like the idea of falling in love with the hero of the book assuming I’m the female lead!:P ) when I start loving Noah Calhoun(The Notebook).
  • Because no detective is going to ever appoint me as his help in solving a murder mystery, of  wondering whether a woman falling from the 20th floor of a building directly atop my car is a suicide or a murder case.(The Tower)
  • Because nobody ever is going to produce a reason more interesting (with all the facts and figures) than Steven D. Levitt when he explains How the legalization of abortion affects the rate of violent crime.( Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything).
  • Because probably I’ll never really want to experience what it feels like to have no name,no independence and no values.Yet,I lived that life.To honor Equality 7-2521’s dare to stand apart from the crowd,even in such a restrictive environment,to think,to choose a life for himself and love the woman of his choice.(The Anthem)
  • Because exploring Kerala was never cheaper.(The God of Small Things)
  • Because sleepless nights were never more wonderful! Thinking or rather making up an ending that suits you for the stories that have left readers wondering over years!(Blind Willow,Sleeping Woman)
  • Agree,wit is within and you may not always find a person-in-real to exhibit that to.But Wodehouse is someone who would always be there to test yours!(Jeeves)
  • Because some personalities like Florentyna Rosnovoski and Lara Cameron have an ability to leave a permanent impression in your heart!(The Prodigal Daughter and Stars Shine Down)         


PS: This also happens to be my first Quora-Answer :P ;)

Monday, December 22, 2014

How they reacted


9 days I spent reading Quora posts, blogposts, novels. Thats probably what keeps me entertained when I want both entertainment and the warm cosy blankets to keep chill at a bay. So it’s usually I lying on my bed with a blanket on me and laptop on it whilst I’m reading. Waking up, even to have coffee becomes a rarity, not to imagine the number of calories I’m adding to this body of mine!


Last night I finally got bored. So rather than scrolling my phone screen a thousand times to notice each tiny change that people were making to their WhatsApp statues or  observing people crazily changing their Display Pictures, I decided to know how my guy-friends  react when asked a simple “You know cooking right?” question. Here are the 8 different reactions I got.

“Thoda Thoda.Halka Fulka.Maggie and Rice!”
Good. May this not happen, but if it comes to your  survival someday, I am hopeful you would survive.  Congratulations!

“Umn..No..I mean a li’l bit.I know preparing things which doesn’t involve technicalities”
“Technicalities”. Okay..!*mum*

"Oh yes.I do know. Why are you asking me? Nobody home again?”
Felt so good. Such a normal answer. Proud of you my friend.And dont worry,I wont call you to cook even if nobody's home! :P

“What? Are you kidding me?Men and Cook!”
(And actually, his parents aren’t home for a few days!) And he asks me if I know some good tiffin-waalas.I dint. But whole of my heart and soul united to conclude “Terey saath yahi hona chahiye!”

"Mom doesn’t let me enter the kitchen”
*An-aadarsh-bahu-ki-khoj-waali-mommy*.Good Luck auntyji!

“Oh yes!I do cook for my family on weekends. I know Mexican,Thai,Chinease etc.”
That’s nice! Keep it up! :D

"I love cooking.Infact I wanted to become a chef. But dad dint want me to. So into engineering”
*Sad-Indian-Mentality-of-Men-Shouldn’t-Cook*. Vikas Khanna ,uncle?I adore him! Just in case if you wanted to know how we girls feel about men knowing cooking and excelling at it!I guess we have moved a way ahead of the patriarchal society!Haven't we?

“Yes. I know cooking. But it doesn’t interest me.But I can manage with ease if I have to”
That’s pretty fair. Who says you should love cooking, it’s just the matter of knowing or not knowing. And here, not even that,infact!


And its not just about men!I’ve heard a few girls too say “Know Cooking..Eww!” accompanied by weird faces. Adding to that ,"I am an independent modern woman”. Oh yeah? Who said “modern-independent” women don’t and shouldn’t know cooking? I mean C’mon! Do we judge modernity in terms of THIS? Seriously? 

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

December Fascinations

  1. Quora
  2. Pinterest
  3. Novels: Nicolas Sparks, Haruki Murakami and the list is long!
  4. Movies: Midnight in Paris, The Great Gatsby and many in the watch list.
  5. Sarah Kay And Phil Kaye with their Project VOICE. Once more I watch their ‘When Love Arrives’ and Sarah’s “If I should have a daughter”, then Eureka! The world will finally get the value of infinity!
  6. Latest: Queen Rania of Jordan and her interviews with Oprah,on The View and her speeches at the Women’s Conference ,At Harvard and At Yale! She carries that ‘Youngest Queen’ title with such a grace! Worth a watch!
  7. An Idea I’ll have to soon start working upon. :P
  8. Blogposts.
  9. Investopedia. Yes! 
  10. Cute Li'l puppies in my backyard :D

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Deep Blue

Strong were the winds.
Yet she decided to sail.
Little far she went
When she turned back to notice the arms…
Still stretched wide open
Calling her back.
But the front view was more inviting.
She was in love with the horizon.
Little did she know, it was just a mere illusion…
Strong the winds turned.
The sight of the arms got hazy.
Yet, she saw the horizon there, smiling at her.
She wanted to fasten her pace.
But the ship stood adamant not to move.
She cried to the horizon for help.
Yet, all he did was stick to his position.
She dared. She challenged the Mother Nature.
In return, what she acquired was peace.
Peace in the deep oceans. Peace in the Blue.
The horizon still stood there.
Now exchanging smiles with another sailor...


Monday, December 8, 2014

Happy Birthday Piglet :)

Facebook is cliché. Whatsapp is bloodsucking! Hike and WeChat are pretty much naïve and gTalk is nerdy!
All in all, it’s just Blogger which is sexy!
So,I found out this sexy way of wishing you on your 21st birthday. :P :)

Happy Birthday Piglet :D

I know how important this year is for you and I wish the best to come along your way. May glory and success light up your path and may “Pooh and Piglet” stay forever.

Here’s a tiny video( of course you know about it, since ages and ages(:P)) ,which Blogger is proud to host! Cheers! :D





Plug in your earphones! (See,I had to listen to 5-6 songs to finally decide one.Songs and Me!This proves,how important you are to me!:P )


Friday, December 5, 2014

Being a South Indian-Part II

Sadly, this is Part-II.People I tell you! I wonder how many more sequels are to follow.

By the end of the fourth year, I’ve discovered two more South-Indians in my same class!Eureka!If only I had discovered them before, we would have sat together in that economics class and  consumed the aggregate nasty expressions of the people each time Mr. Professor said that ‘Aiyo’ in that stereotyped-South-Indian accent!

Coming back to the topic, this being the last sem, we had a Tee signing day. A day your mind thinks,”Itni taarif!”!. Whatever it is, it was fun. My tee has some pretty amazing lines .But along with those, there are these ones too :-

 “Idli Dhosa Sambhar”
“Sambhar khake nashe  mai aa jaati hai” (How wonderful!)
“South ki famous Idli”

Why? Almighty knows, why they love to tease me.The only target of theirs’. And people, believe me,I behave exactly the way they do  and neither do I get high eating Sambhar and Rasam! :-/

But,even I am not one amongst those  who would simply let them scribble such things on my tee and get away without having to pay the price for it for it.Next moment,I went and in bolds,wrote down their girlfriend’s  names(Not actually girlfriend! The girls with whom we tease them!) :D
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I am placed in a MNC with Indian headquarters based in Hyderabad. Even before congratulating me,my class’ placement coordinator comes and says “Waha jaake Idli khana!”. These all people had also made a girl of my class believe that my offer letter had “We welcome you to have Idli-Sambhar at ---- “ .Now this girl,is not someone who speaks nonsense. People do take her seriously. But wonder what made her take THIS thing seriously. The next day, we people, along with some other division’s people, were walking in the campus wherein out of some related topic she suddenly jumps and screams “Do you know her offer letter has THIS thing mentioned!”. And then everyone was staring at me.People! What?

I literally forgave the idea of giving any expression, leave the idea of commenting or saying something!
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One more day.

FS : I hate it when people mix up the south Indian languages and the states!
We were having our lab-practical examinations going on and before that we were all standing there on the green grass enjoying the light sun-heat on a chilly morning. And wherever I go, the South-Indian topic follows! People were just discussing something about Hyderabad. Nothing related to me and nor to my job. Some random issue. Now this girl, who proudly wanted to flaunt her general knowledge, suddenly speaks up addressing me,
“Tujhe problem nahi hogi waha!”

I wanted to ask why?But just before I could have completed my phonetic-W, she says ,
“Because tujhe to Bengali aati hai na”

Heavens! I felt so so wonderful!At least a little change. Mingling up Kannada-Kerala-Tamil-Telugu-Karnataka-Malayali is such a cliché. Bengali and Kannada and Hyderabad was something new to hear.

But as I said, blood erupts in my body when I hear people showcasing their excellent General Knowledge and that reflects upon in my voice.

“Nahi..bata tu mujhe pehle ki Bengali and Hyderabad ka kya relation?”
“Arey tu oh Bangalore ki hai na..toh language thoda same hoga!”
(The blood was searching a way off the overheated  me!)
“Wow!Bangalore  mai log Bengali boltey hai?”
“Who hai na..thoda hai na..mera Geography weak hai!”

The rest around me took her away fearing that she would be blamed for my death due to Intermittent explosive disorder (Oh! That’s a medical term for anger outburst! :D ) :P

Friday, November 21, 2014

Choco(late)s

I am sitting in my room, doing my college work. A girl from the society, who is just back from Australia comes and hands over Australian chocolates to mom. Still while inside, it brings a ‘Yay’ feeling to me.Chocolates you see! Who says diamonds are a girl’s best friend. For me, it’s definitely chocolates! Anyday,Anytime.I thought I would just finish up my work and then go and have them. I believed they would be secure in my refrigerator as my parents are as such not a big fan of cocoa. I kinda felt blessed for their dislike for chocolates.Else,wonder,Each time while having them, out of courtesy at least ,dil-pe-patthar-rakhke you offer them and they say a ‘yes’. OH God! Chocolates are definitely not something meant for sharing! I have this friend of mine whose parents love chocolates as much as she does. So while they have that repository kinda in the fridge, her mom gulps them up each time the kitchen-queen opens the fridge. When she narrated this to me, I literally had ended up thanking Lord! :D

But today, when I moved out to remove my love from the refrigerator, what I find is just one left, that too some weird cherry stuffed.But I had seen at least 4 when she had handed it over to mom. I wondered where did all go? I asked mom. What she said left me reaction-less. “We ate them all”. And I was like, “Seriously? You ate them ALL?”. Just so that, I don’t even lose the one in the refrigerator, I unwrapped the one left, only to discover that it just had a thin layer of cocoa with rest all stuffed with ripe cherries, which I hate. But I love chocolates so much that I dint mind wasting my time in skilfully taking that upper layer off and eating. Cherries were all thrown away!I literally got late to have the choco(late)s!

PS: Now makes me wonder, so many times dad has surprised me with those chocolate surprises! So many times mom just brought chocolates for me, not bothering how recently I had had them. So it’s kinda alright, you see.

OR IS IT JUST A WAY OF CONSOLING MY POOR HEART? :P


I am your senior!

Today, we had our Vaudeville drama program. The thing that makes me await this annual event the most is both the passion for the stage and the practice sessions for the same. Believe me, nothing is more fun than practicing for the drama.You find a random serene place somewhere in the huge 111 acre college campus, sit there on the grounds and rehearse the dialogues. Not even the dialogues, you manipulate them just to bring the heck of laughter out of people. And accidently if someone enters your zone, their expressions are worth a watch. The nasty looks when they pass by! OH man! We are not mental-asylum patients okay?!

This time, I was the only 4th year student participating, rest all being from 2nd and 3rd years .Yet,it dint feel like, I wasn’t with my people. I find it strange sometimes. Thinking of our relationship with our seniors. It was kinda formal. I couldn’t laugh my heart out with them. If I did, they would look at me as if they were my teachers who would punish me for laughing in an ongoing class! Even while passing on corridors, it would be we initiating a wide smile, getting just a curve in return. I did that for some days, but then I was like ‘Why?’.I seriously don’t understand this concept. You’re just a year or two elder than us. What makes you behave like superior uncles and aunts?

I seriously don’t get this. Even when I spot a junior on any damn busy Ahmedabad road, I would excitedly wave to her, least bothering about the fact that I was born a year before them. And does it actually matter? When we’ve talked for so long, have acted together, have had fun and laughter together, from where does this concept of seniority come? I love it when they address me as ‘Aap’ and ‘Di’,but that doesn’t mean, they’ve actually to consider me their elder sis.C’mon! 

Friday, November 14, 2014

Last Attendance (Hopefully!)

Today was hopefully the last official day of college lectures. Stress that “hopefully”. My college is as unpredictable as Rahul baba’s next press statement. And official?Oh!there are rumours that attendance won’t be counted from now onwards!Yay!And plus,7th semester-the Last semester.We,70 of us, were together ,attending the lectures. Next , some of the people would move away for internships,startup stuffs etcetera  etcetera.

Even while writing this, there’s some weird feeling inside me and I so don’t want to write about the things I am going to write. But I wish to capture this day in my memory-base.Afterall,I should remember the last day of my college right? If you haven’t read my first day-here it goes : Being A South-Indian
Good Byes are always so tough. Tougher than the toughest exam. Good byes to friends moving away from the country, goodbye to an unresolved friendship, good bye to a wonderful friendship, Goodbye to wonderful days! On the other hand, how wonderful it is to be gifted with memories. Just imagine, if there was nothing like memory.Duh! What am I thinking about? And if you seriously gave a second thought to my thought, wonder what we all would have been doing right now? :P

(Pooja! Shut Up!)

Okay! Talking about the last day of college, I and my friend, both thankfully (Yes, we have never regretted it! Believe it!) single ,were into the job of observing people around us. Oh My God! All around us, we were watching sentimental twosomes, who we assumed, were talking about how on-bench would turn to long-distance,how hand-in-hand talks would just stay telephonic(Skype, baby!) talks, how canteen lunch breaks would turn to subsidized lunch! It was literally like 2-on-a-bench or empty bench (Secrecy you see! They are winged-couples! :P )!

Sad, that they’ll part apart. But maybe(Just a guess! :P ),that’s how it would either grow stronger or regretfully end up. Whatever it may be, may the best be on their way :)


Oh Yes!A cake cutting ceremony on Monday! :D
PS: Happy Children's Day to All the Adults who're still Kids at Heart :D

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

This Feeling :)


How some things, some habits, some hobbies grow up with us, just like ‘Permanent friends’. Neither you allow them to leave you nor do they want to.

Today, after such a long time I gave a project presentation in front of my class. The Feeling! When you are standing there, in front of the people,being the centre of attention and everybody is listening to you.Of how you are explaining to the class and feel happy about the fact that people are actually taking the trouble of listening to your work in spite of that not being in the curriculum. And how once after you finish you get to hear so many applauds and laurels saying “Kya bolti hai rey!” and “Masst bola” and “Your confidence!”.This is the priceless music to my ears. Getting acclaimed for something you love doing! I even got to know about the extra-widening of my eyes while presenting! And for long time after returning back home, I was mimicking my own self in front of the mirror just to know I wasn’t terrifying anybody with those looks. Thank God, some said, “It’s always so.Doesn't scare us now!” :P

I take this time to thank my alma mater which imbibed unto me this most beautiful thing known as public speaking during the formative schooling years. I am at a phase now, where I’ve learnt to value it the most. Those daily morning assemblies, those news reading sessions, that push to participate in state level events and that glory of bringing honours in return to the school. I thank it for making me confident enough to stand there on the stage and express, to participate in debates and giving me the courage of putting forth my point, of discussing arena of topics from politics to feminism-from nature to inflation, of imbibing that habit of reading and listening to others’ perspective, those crazy times when they had to lower the volume of the mike because my voice was loud enough to not need that.

I remember how my school had chosen me to represent it at the Outlook Speak out Debate Competition. How I was asked some General Affair question in the Question-Answer round and how newspaper reading had saved me! That proud moment standing there and letting people know you are aware of what’s happening in the world in a bold voice! So beautiful! I was declared the ‘Best Interactor’! That certificate even now brings back those cherished memories. Oh how at the end when we were all leaving one of the teachers from a prominent school of the city had come to me and said “You Really Spoke like a Leader”. Believe me, there are only some chosen feelings which are more priceless than strangers applauding your speech!

All in all, Thankyou.I am indebted to you for lifetime Alma Mater :)

Friday, November 7, 2014

SpoilerTrueCaller

A mail in the mail box saying I’m shortlisted for an interview for internship. Nostalgia! 10th September-2014.:D

Two days and my college projects don’t give me a chance to ponder over this mail. Yesterday, finally, I asked if another friend of mine was interested. She says, “How can I? I haven’t even received a mail”.
I end up saying, “It’s okay! Doesn’t matter! Let’s just go and get one more experience!?”
“Pooja! This is no time to get an experience. All my bunks are exhausted!”
“Oh!Is it the low attendance which is bothering you?”
“Yes.Plus,it has been a long time since we last refreshed our 3 year old memory!”
“Umn..That’s okay. Let’s experience an impromptu interview. I believe our brains wont ditch us that badly! And as far as attendance is concerned,umn..I’ll get it done. ;)!”

I head to madam’s office, for whom, I hold a not-so-bad impression and say,

”Ma’am we’ve been shortlisted for an interview”
“Hmn..Then?”
“Ma’am, actually the girl coming with me has all her bunks exhausted.You see..This placement season and all?”(With that sad sullen face)
Ma’am smiles.
“Ho jayega ma’am?”
“Okay.Kar dungi!”
“Ma’am..and mera bhi dekh lena na please! :P “
“Okay.Jao!”

And that feeling! A warrior returning from the battlefield victorious! Aha!

Next we head to Infocity in a shuttle. All her talks on the way. My My! :D Even on the way, when she expressed tension and fear of losing the attendance and I had ended up saying “4-5 years later..Imagine..We’ll remember this and laugh! How we suddenly make up plans and leave. As if on an expedition!”

But Duh!He drops us way behind our destination and upon inquiry we get to know, it would be our poor legs who’ll have to take the trouble in the scorching heat now!

Interview Done.Shortlisted.Called on Monday.

Next?
My Prank Playing Mind Of course! My best friend, a guy, works for TCS, offices of which happen to be in the same building!
With ample of time left and a feeling of relief of not losing out our attendance, I had just taken the phone in my hand to call him and ask him if he was idle., but that would have gotten a bit mainstream. And friends are the only ones,you could safely play pranks on!
I asked my friend to call him with her number and ask him to come down. Now this friend of mine(TCS) has a secret crush on someone. I made her aware of that and asked her to take her name when he asks who she was(Which we thought he would obviously do!).She ,upon so much pleading by me ,agreed. She calls him and this person agrees at a go! Without even asking who she was!

She cuts the call and ends up saying a “Haww!” followed by my “Hawwwwwwwwwww”!

Poor Girl. :D Her next dialogue instantly changed my reaction. “Pooja..Pity your future husband! Such a spy you are! " 
For a minute or two,I actually pitied the right-now-fictitious-and-preferably-non fictitious-human!

15 minutes and he doesn’t come down. And during those 15 minutes, I was persuading her that I would go and hide somewhere (which wasn’t actually in my plans. But just because he agreed at a go, I had to change it!:P ).But poor soul dint agree. She said,her heart would beat at a double pace while doing so! I understood how awkward it would be for her and decided to stand with my back faced towards the building’s exit and his entrance!

Next, I lost all my patience. I called him! Again from her number..He Didn't pick up!Frustrated.Again..Long ring..At last!

“Koi bhi milne bulata hai and you come down?”
“Teri dost Jinal se kyon call karvaya toh?”
*Shocked*
To Jinal : “When did you tell your name to him?”
Jinal : “I dint!” (With that terrified face watching my angry face!)

When he finally comes down… He explains how TrueCaller is an expert in rescinding telephonic prank calls and how when he was down, he had seen me and tried to reverse the prank! Sigh!

SpoilerTrueCaller.

Monday, November 3, 2014

Orangey Fanta Times: Getting Punished For Learning Something.

Plot: DRM Lecture. Disaster Risk Management. A combined class for all branches. An elective subject.

My bench partner was absent today. She’s probably still in the vacation mood! :D I am sitting all alone on my bench with guys from my own class occupying the front and the side-row’s benches. Ma'am gave us half an hour to internally discuss with our project partners, the project.Now,this bench partner of mine also happens to be my project partner. In short, I had nothing to discuss with anybody and just let thoughts wander in my brain and listen to what others were discussing. Ma'am too was busy in her own work. These friends sitting near me noticed the silent-Pooja. Their prank-playing minds decided to bring some fun to me.

(One of them in a serious tone)
“Pooja, Do you know how to detect a fake 1000 rupee note?”
“Umn..No..I never bothered!”
‘Oh! Sad! You should know these things. People these days cannot be trusted. Make sure you test and accept next time onwards. We’ll teach you!”
What he taught me is in the video below.
All this while, all these boys were staring at me in dire need of an expression from my side when he ends his explanation!”


Exactly the same tone,exactly the same actions.But in a classroom with madam inside and on my bench! Imagine my state!
What Next?
I have this uncanny habit of laughing out loud! I burst out laughing! Madam obviously saw us all. And like little kids, we all were invited to the serene space in the front and were made to stand there. And believe me,it’s more difficult for me to control laughter than controlling hunger! Even as we were standing there, we were shamelessly laughing!
I felt so sad! Sad, not because we were punished, but there was an interruption to my laughter!

After 10-15 minutes, knowing that we IT’ians were never going to change she sent us all back to our places saying “7th standard ke bacche nahi ho! 7th Sem mai ho!”

But we consoled ourselves thinking we are still kids at heart! :D

Thursday, October 30, 2014

Post Centurial Beginning

#101st Post :)
It’s post-midnight right now. The phone is displaying  02:03 a.m. and Light Fog 23 degrees on the home-screen reminding me that my mom doesn’t let me sleep later than  eight, I’m feeling the cold air blowing from the fan above and just hours ago I shunned my WhatsApp and Gtalk with no non-silly reasons.



Past two hours, I seem to have read everything online that usually interests me.All the blogs I follow, all the online magazines and news sites and watched some beautiful videos as well. I even completed n-Reasons-Why Posts online and enjoyed relating most to my own life. I read considerable number of pages of De Profundis as well. The thought of my college reopening only after three days is not as much bothering me as much as taking my life back to its original schedule. Reading an online post of 13 Things You Do In The Last Year Of College brought to me a sense of pre-nostalgia-A state where you imagine your future and get teary/nostalgic. I literally went into a time machine which took me a year ahead and I sat there wondering how all of us would diverge apart!
In short, in the past two hours, I did almost everything that a night owl would do, except for watching sitcoms or movies.Movies..Umn..A bad idea, because it had brought sleepless night to me yester[night]!

So, I decided to indulge myself in my own writings.Reading all the posts that I had written the previous year-My first Flight Experience, What to Do When you are stranded home alone,Love-Respect,Being a South Indian, A Helluva of Feelings, Orangey Fanta Times…All the posts that are very close to my heart. And no matter how funny, silly, stupid they are,they’ll always be there to take me to my previous versions.(Urgh!Makes me feel like a software! :P )
It’s so wonderful recalling those days and circumstances. Of wondering how a person’s writing is so much influenced by what he’s going through in life at the moment! I even had these Goosebumps while reading some! :D

All in all, a pretty feeling. A new Feeling :)

PS: Now,Feeling Hungry! :P

Sunday, October 26, 2014

She stood there waiting for her college bus. Her squint made her notice a man staring at her. Moment after moment she felt him nearing her.Uncomfortable she grew. And then moved away to a distance. 

She sat there in the window seat of a public bus with her elbow rested on the window pane. A man dared to jump from below and touch the little visible part of her elbow. All she did was staring at him with anger.

Early morning, she drove her vehicle to her tuition classes’ wondering how less polluted it is in mornings. A bike came zooming near her and the man dared to touch her inappropriately. She skipped a heart-beat. She felt polluted. But she could shout to no one and neither could chase him.

She was rushing her way home from her office. A cyclewaala took a sharp curve near her singing a third grade Bollywood song. She ended up fastening her pace.

She wanted to try the newly started bus service. Her friend had met with an accident. Decided to travel by that. All  she recalls of that day is how badly the thick-jewelled man kept staring at her and how when she tried to show anger on her face ,her friend made her face the bitter reality saying ,”Yaha koi help nahi karega.Chod.Ignore kar”.

 As a tiny little ’girl’ she had only heard warnings from her mother of not talking to strangers. One day, a stranger comes to her,near her school when she’s waiting for her mom and says “You mom asked me to pick you up today as she’s unwell.”But she recalled what her mom had taught her and ended up saying a No and going and hugging her teacher standing at a distance.

Her own classmate. Stares at her from top to bottom. She says she cannot do anything as he hasn’t done ‘anything’ to her.

She finds the evening pleasent.Goes to a public garden and sits on a bench. Some men come and demand her attention. She rises and goes home.

 She goes to buy grocery on a cycle. A man blocks her way and starts asking her personal details. She looks around for help. But she notices people are too busy in their own lives. All she ends up saying is “ShutUp and Leave”.Her heart beats hard till she reaches home.

 She has heard stories of why girls don’t travel on that road at night. Her mom always asked her not to commute via that road. Her heart and mind always questioned that. But she thinks it’s safe to avoid, for it’s just a matter of few minutes.

We all know how things are going wrong around us.Of how unsafe we are.Yet,instead of dealing with it,most of the times,we choose ignoring things.They seem safe to us.No matter how wrong it is.
But is it all our fault?When we seem to find ourselves in danger,can we expect the men and the women around us to help us out? Even if we are courageous enough,isn’t the thought of future consequences always going to scare us?Will not slapping the stranger and returning not going to result into our own sleepless nights for a few days?Men complain we don’t trust them.How can we?Not until and unless we’re sure that you are not one of those who had brought to us panic and worry and fright at some point in our lives.
I understand it'll be a sheer cowardice and extremely unfair to judge most based on some.I myself ,am in a profession which still sees 60% of the male dominance and I must admit,the men I've known have always behaved as perfect gentlemen.They've acted as brothers when they needed to be and even as best buddies when in need.How beautiful the world would have been,if all the women were blessed with such men around.It would have been such a wonderful place to live in.Fearless and Free.
Thankyou to all such humans around us for the rest who aren't like them aren't humans!! :)

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

How It Ends?

A few days back,although not being a romantic-fiction fan but only because I had come across a lot of accolades for both the book and the movie, I ended up reading, loving actually, The Fault In Our Stars. I had always admired the FIOS quotes, but I had never imagined that love stories could also be contrived so well. The internal story of how Hazel Grace was so desperate to know how the Imperial Affliction’s story ends, what happens to the girl that she had to end the sentence in the middle of it, of how her inquisitiveness takes her to Amsterdam…everything was marvellous!

Today, I was browsing the Goodreads Short Stories section and decided to pick Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman-a book by Haruki Murakami as my next read.It consists of about  24 short stories. Being a birthday obsessed girl, I chose to start off by reading a story titled, “Birthday Girl”. It’s about this girl who’s celebrating her twentieth birthday which falls on a Friday. She works as a waitress in a cafeteria and due to some reasons(described) she has to stay there for a night shift as well. The manager too falls sick suddenly and she has to take the dinner to the owner’s room, the traditional practice followed by the manager.There,for the first time, she sees the owner for whom she works, the one because of whom she gets her daily bread. Through the conversation, the aged man gets to know that it’s her twentieth birthday and promises her to grant any one wish of hers. It could be anything-beauty, money, status. Absolutely anything! But once wished, she cannot revoke or alter her wish. This plots ends here.Next,she is described as being a mother of two and has a beautiful family. In the next plot, she and her friend,some years later,are shown to be conversing about that night when she had wished for ‘something’.You keep on turning the pages in order to know that ‘something’. Till the very end,you let your patience last, speed up your reading, get engrossed in the novel and here’s how it ends.

She rested her elbow on the bar and looked at me.
Tell me,she said.What would you have wished for if you had been in my position?
On the night of my twentieth birthday, you mean??
Uh-huh.
I took some time to think about that, but I couldn’t comeup with a single wish.
I can’t think of anything,I confessed. I’m too far away now from my twentieth birthday.
You really can’t think of anything?
I nodded.
Not one thing??
Not one thing.!
She looked into my eyes again.straight in and said,
That’s because you’ve already made your wish.!
She merely makes a statement that no matter what happens to a person, he or she will always be who they were meant to be. And that is how the story ends.

Sigh! I kept wondering, What? What is it that she might have wished for? Would it be money topping her priority list or being a woman, would it be beauty? Was it actually granted? 
C’mon, the story cannot end up so abruptly.
 My situation was no different from Hazel here, wanting to go and ask the author, what was it afterall?
My curiosity made me google the end. I was in no position to think. And this is what, the search ends up as.

The short story is part of the collection, “Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman,” published in 2006. In a review of the collection, Tobias Hill, reviewer for London’s newspaper, The Guardian, wrote, “In many of these stories, narrative tension is prolonged by a refusal to explain.”“Birthday Girl” details a young waitress on her 20th birthday. She is shy, and therefore would prefer to work, ignoring her birthday altogether. This is a common attribute of Murakami’s stories, with themes of alienation and loneliness.As with many of Murakami’s works, the readers have to draw their own conclusions and leave many frustrated. Murakami has a tendency to pose questions without answers, and “Birthday Girl” is no exception.“All of the events could have happened, but we’re left with the question of whether any ‘magic’ actually occurred,” McCorkle said.

I lay on my bed, reading. A few more. But each one ends in a similar fashion. Rather, the author ends it up in such a manner.

Imagine, tonight I sleep and in my sleep, my unconscious mind figures out as to what actually had she wished, of what and how the other stories wind up. Reading this is similar to resting in a deep sleep. Dreaming and then suddenly you have someone who wakes you up. Disturbing your dream and the entire plot! And then you push your conscious brain to make up an ending for you.
How these stories are! So similar to the life we’re all living. Each day, we wake up excitedly, to read what the page has in store for us. How the events are going to wind up. To solve some more mysteries of life. Each day, we end up turning pages. But nobody knows the end. How all is it going to be? Weather it’ll be like we always wanted it to be... Or as strange and as unexpected as climbing up a staircase, climbed a million times before and suddenly finding a step missing?

But isn’t this the only reason, which keeps the charm of life alive? Isn’t reading the 399 odd pages more interesting than the 400th page, no matter the ultimate purpose being the content of the 400th page?

PS:While I was discussing of how I felt when I was left to think of an ending on my own,my friend ends up saying,
"Pooja!The title of the book has the word 'Woman'.How can you expect the stories to end?"
Duh!