Friday, July 27, 2007

Pal......yaad aayenge woh pal....

Memories play a very confusing role…....

They make us laugh when we remember the days we cried together..
n They make us cry when we remember the days we laughed together…

Really missing my college days …..

The raggings…..the seniors…….the crushes…..the stories……the teachers……the jokes……the comments…….the lectures……the classrooms…...the parking lot……the restrooms…….the cafeteria…… the auditorium …….the friends bakery……the cricket ground…….the labs…….the TT room…..the main building steps……the SAC….the land scape garden….

Its not jus about my beautiful college……..but its also about the tears that are currently rolling down my cheeks when I miss it…..
When I miss my friends…..
When I miss my engineering life….
When I miss….

The ragging ….….various ways of escaping ragging…..having crushes on seniors……enjoying ragging at times……crying wn realy pissed off …..the freshers week at landscape gardens…..the proposal game…….the love letter writing…. the dance practices……the various sports conducted…….the fun we had……the freshers party at taj Krishna……the boring classes……the mass bunks…..the ABVP dharnas……the fun at English lab…..the excuses at graphics lab for incomplete work……the internet usage during comp labs…..the workshop adventures….the prayers for getting blacksmith in the workshop externals…...sahiti asking sir to give her blackmithy coz she was not well :P…...trying hard to pass EMT…..the various trips to koti for books…..asking sirs for imp Qs b4 internals……not evn preparing the imp Qs for the exams……the rapid study 1 hr b4 the internals…..the lectures of Prasad sir…..always being seen by the HOD at the parking lot and being scolded…….the hardly audible classes of SATT ……the hardly intersting classes of vlsi….the mindblowing internals paper of circuit analysis…….the long lab hrs timepass with divya n gopi…….the luck of always getting the most easiest experiment in all the labs…….the general knowledge Qs asked in physics viva ……the various rumours about how much the electronic workshop sir hated girls n wud definetly fail most of the gals……the efforts to make the mini project work…..the innumerous trips to Gujarathi gali in abids for the electronic components……the feeeeeel of an electronics enginnering wn actually making the mini project work…..making various nameless objects using the soldering iron…..efforts to remember the color coding of a resistor…..having the standard books like black pad n yellow pad but ultimately studying salivahana during exams……. the tension in Pandey sirs classes…….All the fun in swati I mams class..….the boring seminars……..gettin basic doubts juss b4 the exam……the tension jus b4 the exams…….the last minute combined studuies……the changing of places if a exams gets screwed up……filling up additionals with jus nothing……committing silly mistakes n feeling bad about it……crying with fear of getting pathetic marks…….the more the gap between the exams, the more screwed up the exam is…....innovative strategies of combined studies…... Sentiments of studying with the same partners during exams..….the gossping between the studies…....passing chits in the internals…... Searching for hrs in library 4 buks but not using any during the exams..…. Paying fines for late returns……taking shru along to get the fine waived ;)…...making pairs n teasing like hell……creating all weird jokes n laughing till the stomach aches…….bunking innumerable number of classes….…checking out the notice board with tension for attendance record…….n strangely finding that it more than enuf evn after bunking soo many classes….…the aakruthi dance..…..the dance practices……the allgorhythms…….the games…....the anthakshari….…the jukeboz…..the dance……the fun…..the masti….. MMTS journey on sahitis bday…...Visit to bowling alley….…Innumerable trips to chilkur…..the tension wn in deepak’s car…….Countless sleepovers n nightouts at sa ds n shru’s place….Combined studies…..the sooo many Pictionery games…... the round about approach of sahiti ………the paying cards at soumya’s place on the new yr…….getting fixed on ashwin’s bday wn the new principal called for us the next day…………the jokes of priyanka……the crushes of shruthi……Apology letter to chandu sir for a visit to the zoo….the fun at zoo……the funn at landscape garden…….the 3rd yr project at drdl with shipra n vishal…...the Tirupati trip…....the memorable fun in the train …..the Gre words discussion……the CAT prep in class…….the bday gift shoppings…….the bday celebrations…..the surprises……the long rides……..Antakshari…..Standing in queses of DD for exams on last date…….Filling each others forms…….Visiting saraswati temple after getting results…....the funny yet innovative games at night outside priyankas house…..…Dumbcharads n movi pictionaries……..Holi at pri’s place…….Holi at neckplace road…….Listening stories of sa’s school friends……n latr something else…….the very frequent visits n sleepovers at sahiti’s place…….the unlimited fun there……..Combined studies at shru’s place n anty joining the funn…….sleep over at smitha’s place n never sleeping throughout the night…….Discussing single woes…….Discussing evry topic under the sky n passing time till 6 n then sleeping…….Speaking out views on valentines day in tv9…….Ways of seeking permission of freaking out to buy gift n then on the bday…..teasing each other..…Being actively interested in sports wn the sports day is near by…….learning to serve the throwball on the day of the tournament…..playing tennicoit……..paying TT..….palying caroms and chess……cheering up wn friends r playing……..the intercollege tournaments at MVSR…….the timepass at Friends bakery…….the tele conferences…..the long hr chats on phone after coming bac home…..trying to give proxy,….Pri isd timings…..Copying assignments……Dying hard to kickstart shrus bike n finally giving over to sa….Taking an auto after finding out that shrus bike has ran out of petrol…..getting lost somewhere in the campus in an adventurous drive…..various visits to the campus placement office……the tension during the interviews……the happiness after securing a job…...the chichat in the classrooms…..the jokes cracked on each other……the sleepovers even during exams……getting up late n hurrying up…..the trikies on activa…….the shopping together…….being with each other in the low times……getting angry n patching up……playing seven stones at pranathi’s place…...mine n bindu’s presentation in pandey sir’s class…….passing time in free periods……sleeping during the classes……..the timepass drawings of smitha……..the single notebook for the entire sem……… the writing letters between benches………singing songs during free periods………playing rapid fire antakshari…….discussing all problems……having fun all the time……..escaping from the back door…….being caught sometimes………the scolding at home…….the excuses at home for parties……the parties together…….singing together………eating together……..bunking classes together……studying together………Watching movies together………roaming together……..playing together…….growing up together……laughing together……….crying together……
Missing it all……

Thursday, July 26, 2007

My latest hobby- Cooking!!

Hobbies : Cooking…..is wt I quote these days :D….
Finally my mom is happy that I m spending sme considerable time in the kitchen ;) …..i m actually trying to learn cooking…….tasting, eating and monitoring were the only tasks related to my kitchen life till nw :D…...Its only after my adventures thes days that I have realized the disadvantages of the cooking myself……
the very 1st thing being, abbbaaahhhh the kitchens are soo hot……hw much I wish evn kitchens were air-conditioned :P……
the 2nd thing is that u r bound to use both ur hands for cooking n hence cant speak on phone :P…..( N for ppl who hav a doubt at this point , for ur info, I dnt like using handsfree :P)..
If ur food doesn’t smell good, u cant use deo/perfume :P…..
the next being, I am actually watching the cooking shows and being genuinely interested in cooking these days ( My God!!....cant believe…I am soo much a gal :P )……
the next …Knowing and identifying all grocery things is sucha painful thing….. n in my case, i ll hav to know all the names in english ;)…….have faced many embarrassing situations like wn u cal sme pulses with smeother name, the weird look u get fm a middle-aged aunty is way beyond tolerance…...ante thts nt my fault….tappu antha na vayyassu di :P…..obviously anyone wud expect a 22 yr ( :o) old gal to atleast knw the names of the items……how much I wish I ws bac in school….:(((((((((
the next biggest disadvantage being, after I expertise in cooking, the risk of any of my relatives liking the food soooo much tht they may ask me to get married to their son :P…...ante it can be considered a disadvantage only if their son lacks sense of humour ;)…..hehe

Cooking has its advantages of its own……the 1st n obvious one is my laziness to cook wud definetely make me lose weight ;).…..n the 2nd one being, good food is one way to reach a man’s heart ;))……dnt ask me the 2nd way now :P……
Cooking is actually an art….so its actually funn to get expertise at an art….
But Wtever the explanations I give to myself……I still feel I m too young to start cooking all by myself :D….:((
I wonder how easily my mom cooks such tasty dishes……may b it’s the practice…..or may b it’s the interest…..in either case I cnt cook that gr8 ;)…. my mom is the greatest cook ever!!!……will miss all this :((((((((((…..
Huh!!!....c….again the nostalgic feeling started!!.....cant continue further….. bye 4 nw…

Friday, July 20, 2007

Every Woman Should Know....

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
How to fall in love
without losing yourself

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
How to quit a job,
break-up with a man
and confront a friend without ruining the friendship

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
When to try harder
and when to walk away

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
How to kiss a man
in a way that communicates perfectly
what you would and wouldn't like to happen next

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
How to have a good time at a party
you'd never choose to attend

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
That you can't change
the length of your calves,
the width of your hips
or the nature of your parents.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
That you childhood
may not have been perfect,
but it's over.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
What you would
and wouldn't do
for love or more.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
How to live alone,
even if you don't like it.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
Who you can trust,
who you can't, and
why you shouldn't take it personally.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
Where to go -
be it your best friend's kitchen table
or a charming inn hidden in the woods -
when your soul needs soothing.

EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW....
What you can and can't accomplish
in a day,
a month,
and a year.

(originally written by Pamela Redmond Satran)

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

I still remember you....

It happens at times that a mail makes u real emotional……n sets u thinking……
N this post is about a mail sent by my Wipro training batch friends , Saswat and Suhas to all our batch friends which made me really senti…

Sender : Saswat
Subject: I still remember U

“Hai all,
It has been a long long time that we haven't heard from each other. We are getting so much carried away in our lives that we are not even realising the fact that we are missing each other. Even today I realise this fact. Whenever I smile, I keep thinking that it could have been a laugh , had you all been with me. Whatever is good, could have been better. Am I really missing something??? Yes, I am. Its you. Its krishna, karthik, arun(1 & 2), janani, bhavna, ganesh, bagchi, durga prasad, dutta, devi, venky, monika... If I am missing out someone, its deliberate. coz I want you to reply me back saying -"how dare you forget me?". And that's what I really need.
I really dont wanna go back into flash back. But they keep bouncing back to me over and over again. And I tell you, its all your fault. You didn't reply to any of my sensitive or non-sense mails.

Let by gones be by gones. We can still make our presence felt in each other's heart. Please keep attaching your views to this thread that I have started. You can still make me feel that "when you are walking through dark, your vision is dying out, legs stumbling and throat stammering, you turn around and if you find just one person standing beside, that's me". I too want to say you very much the same thing.

So, the thread begins and now its your turn...

never bading you...
saswat “


To which Suhas writes

May be for the first time I am not making fun of a mail.
May be for the first time I didn’t think second to respond.
May be for the first time I am not replying mocking the sender.
May be for the first time I agree to his feelings.
May be for the first time knowing that our mails are not read and spammed am replying yet.
May be for the first time I am longing for a good morning mail from janani.
May be for the first time I am waiting forward to receive happy weekend mail of monica.
May be for the first time I miss making fun of Bagchi.
May be for the first time I am hoping for a reply.
May be for the first time I hope to write such a mail for the last time.

Its ok Saswat may be we are not that important to those who you considered to be so.
May be they find a piece of code more important than those days.
Don’t worry you will soon recover from dilemma time is the best medicine.

With lots of hope in heart and none in brain
Suhas(heard it somewhere????) "

I fact that I am putting these mails on my blog states how much I admired the mails…..i confess being lazy/careless/worried about the mocking replies I may get and decided not to reply to the mail….But it ws something I loved reading……
The training period was really a wonderful time which I really cant ever forget in my life…..It gave me real gud friends for life but unfortunately cudnt keep in touch with all of them ……jus got too busy with life……but those memorable days are forever impressed somewhere deep inside my mind…..

Sunday, July 15, 2007

They are not there...

To me , the world suddenly feels so unsafe.....the thought of losing the loved ones is soo depresing that i refuse to accept the fact that they no more exist on the face of the earth......
I feel so unlucky to hear the news of someone dying.....thts too my close ones.....
My heart cries by the thought of their family members....to whom i can only say.....


Do not stand at their grave and forever weep.....
They are not there , They do not sleep.....
They are a thousand winds that blow.....
They are the diamond glints on snow.....
They are the sunlight on ripened grain.....
They are the gentle autumn's rain.....
When you awaken in the morning's hush
They are the swift uplifting rush.....
Of quiet birds in circled flight.....
They are the soft stars that shine at night.....
Do not stand at their grave and cry.....
They are not there , They did not die.....