Two long days… Hmm actually 1.25 looong days of B-plan presentation and I feel I’m already a graduate of business administration!! :D Elaborating on that, we were asked hmm actually ordered to go and attend the Business plan presentation session, it didn’t matter if we didn’t listen but we were the official bell girls, who at the end of 12 and 15 minutes had to ring the bell. And yes let me give a slight insight into the people who were giving the presentations, women of all ages, from girls who have just graduated to women with over 20-30 years experience in a particular field. Here we could see ladies from all walks of field, there were these young pretty gals who had just graduated and had already started and are extremely enthusiastic about their project, there were IIT, NIT, and all US college graduates, housewives who just realized their potential and found this to be an excellent medium to tap it too, there were even various crooked minds who have come with glamorous B-plans to swindle cash out of unsuspecting tourists and foreigners. ;) Oh come on! After all why does someone start a business, to gain profit! And after all this there were even people who came up with absolutely philanthropic ideas too, there was lady who came to present about a garbage disposal system, and when questioned she was like I’ve just come to educate more people and not for any swanky B-plan submission, and their ideas are so altruistic with almost nil gain for themselves, while on the other hand there were ladies with plans helping them earn in millions!
Initially we were just awe-struck with the confidence shown by the women and their ambitious plans and there were even spread sheets with their whole finances chalked out! Man for a common man err woman to do this requires total commitment and dedication. They had great plans for future; it seriously looked as if the future will be definitely dominated by women entrepreneurs. Go girl!! But after sometime as the sessions were divided theme based listening to similar ideas over and over again kind of got boring. But then there was a point when about 3-5 people had like almost the same business plan in the session but the way these girls planned to execute them! Whoa! They were totally different, still we after waking up early to turn up for this were pretty sleepy ringing the bell here and there: D sshh secret ;) :D
And yes our duty as a lady called us the “bell-gals”, we were living an almost non-existent existence there, our bells were completely ignored. And as its said only when you make a mistake the world notices you, there were times when our dear bell just rang off or the times when the fascination of the working mechanism got over us and we had to ring it too see whether our theory held good!! :D
But then after listening to all of them speak it was like we knew so much, actually we just picked up some hi-fi sounding words and kept using it around to give the know-it-all air :D Great fun it was but did make us realize one thing every business however miniscule it maybe the work involved is seriously mammoth!
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
The journey!! :)
Bangalooru or the anglicized version Bangalore was where we were headed just as our exams ended. But the excitement knew no bounds and started man way before! Since we realized we were going to do a project in IIM B our day-dreaming sessions were never-ending. We even went to the end of googling up Bangalore whenever possible to see what all we could do. Bangalore is a great place whose history runs for more than 1000 years back! This place has received it name from its ancient name Bengaval-uru or the City of guards. Even now this place acts as the guard of the unlimited dreams of many! ;)
Back to our trip, which I would was one of the most memorable ones I have had. Maybe because I haven’t been travelling much lately either. As the last exam ended, actually left way before it ended, just couldn’t write any more stories ;), I rushed out as I had chalked out my plans for the whole afternoon. We had to evacuate our rooms, which was the top on my list. For the endless amount of stuff I owned and the nostalgia attached that I couldn’t ditch any either. After 4 to 5 hours of intense packing, running around for packing tape, packing for Bangalore and interspersed moments of interesting gossiping session (come on we wouldn’t be able to do this face to face chat for the next 2.5 months!!), I was literally drenched in sweat. And then I started numbering my cartons which I believe ended with 8! The worst task was coaxing my roommate to help me transport these 8 cartons, 4 suitcases and other minor stuff to the dump room some 10-12 rooms apart! But the senti worked and thanks to her I got a decent corner in the room to stuff my goods!!
And now for the journey.. Train was around 8.somethin, train that night but none of us knew the timings: D Decided to leave at around 6.30 but as such packing, bidding farewell to the seniors jus went longer than expected and we at last managed to leave ravenous around 7. Once in the cab, well seated all of us were busy keying our text adieus to our friends. Managed to make it to sangeeta’s our regular food destination while travelling home, but there the cab driver refused to wait till we finished hogging! As I don’t know how it happened but I was the only Tamil speaking person in the whole group and had to do all the haggling: D maybe because my bargaining skills are exceptional B) or they couldn’t bear my Tamil , anyway we immediately got what we asked for :D Had to rush through dinner but no we were slowly eating enjoying savoring the taste and by the time realization struck we just had to rush to the street with our million bags and start hailing a auto. I don’t know how but some 10-15 pieces of baggage easily fit into an auto!! Hail autos! But their pricing, leaving me alone again to fight with him and next with the porter! It was a great time we had with the porter as all this luggage had to be moved till platform no: 2 on a single big trolley with bags falling down at every other moment, and when we had to go down a slope and pull it up the other man, serious work there! And whenever any train wailed we were like, gone is our train! We like walked till the end of platform no: 1 and reached platform no: 2 from there dropping everyone at their respective compartments, and lo! Ours was s11 the last compartment, we broke into a run at last. Hurriedly threw all pieces of luggage inside just to realize we had one of our friends ticket, and she was happily just searching her name on the list, ran back again and as we got jus settled in the train, there came heavy rains! Whoa just saved and there at last our train wailed and off were we! :)
Back to our trip, which I would was one of the most memorable ones I have had. Maybe because I haven’t been travelling much lately either. As the last exam ended, actually left way before it ended, just couldn’t write any more stories ;), I rushed out as I had chalked out my plans for the whole afternoon. We had to evacuate our rooms, which was the top on my list. For the endless amount of stuff I owned and the nostalgia attached that I couldn’t ditch any either. After 4 to 5 hours of intense packing, running around for packing tape, packing for Bangalore and interspersed moments of interesting gossiping session (come on we wouldn’t be able to do this face to face chat for the next 2.5 months!!), I was literally drenched in sweat. And then I started numbering my cartons which I believe ended with 8! The worst task was coaxing my roommate to help me transport these 8 cartons, 4 suitcases and other minor stuff to the dump room some 10-12 rooms apart! But the senti worked and thanks to her I got a decent corner in the room to stuff my goods!!
And now for the journey.. Train was around 8.somethin, train that night but none of us knew the timings: D Decided to leave at around 6.30 but as such packing, bidding farewell to the seniors jus went longer than expected and we at last managed to leave ravenous around 7. Once in the cab, well seated all of us were busy keying our text adieus to our friends. Managed to make it to sangeeta’s our regular food destination while travelling home, but there the cab driver refused to wait till we finished hogging! As I don’t know how it happened but I was the only Tamil speaking person in the whole group and had to do all the haggling: D maybe because my bargaining skills are exceptional B) or they couldn’t bear my Tamil , anyway we immediately got what we asked for :D Had to rush through dinner but no we were slowly eating enjoying savoring the taste and by the time realization struck we just had to rush to the street with our million bags and start hailing a auto. I don’t know how but some 10-15 pieces of baggage easily fit into an auto!! Hail autos! But their pricing, leaving me alone again to fight with him and next with the porter! It was a great time we had with the porter as all this luggage had to be moved till platform no: 2 on a single big trolley with bags falling down at every other moment, and when we had to go down a slope and pull it up the other man, serious work there! And whenever any train wailed we were like, gone is our train! We like walked till the end of platform no: 1 and reached platform no: 2 from there dropping everyone at their respective compartments, and lo! Ours was s11 the last compartment, we broke into a run at last. Hurriedly threw all pieces of luggage inside just to realize we had one of our friends ticket, and she was happily just searching her name on the list, ran back again and as we got jus settled in the train, there came heavy rains! Whoa just saved and there at last our train wailed and off were we! :)
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thumbing my way through
The human body, a complex organization of varied parts and mechanism, works wonders but even the smallest of the glitch can bring life to a standstill! Seriously these are definitely words not stringed out of sheer wild imagination but out of experience and by this don’t imagine me suffering from some grave disease… I could say this malfunction or a disordered function was nothing more than a mild pain but sure did it bring my daily activities to a grinding halt.
From this mild experience did I realize how vital any small part can be for us! Everything together in their best conditions can ONLY keep the body in the finest state. I can’t tell you how much I’ve realized about the astonishing performance of the body and the time’s it takes to fall are so perfectly coordinated with the time you need it the most.
This is something I learnt from the recent torturous experience of a slight pain in my thumb (and duh! No prizes for guessing my right one!) And how everything went haywire off!
It was the weekend before the first Cycle test (our periodical tests read: fast forwarded tortures, as it ends in a jiffy!), the time when all of us start learning the names of our subjects and slowly searching for books and not to mention the portions. And bang when I tried to write something, a jolt of pain just rushed through my thumb. Writing had become an absolute tormentor. Holding a pen and bet you anything was totally tormenting for my thumb. And for a person who does almost everything with her right hand and almost nil usage of my left, it was just impossible to do like anything. Thumb is the part of the hand that makes us hold things and has let us reach to what we are now. Everything done with our hands needs total co-ordination of the dear thumb, and when it ceases the activities of the whole hand just come crashing down!
Those days it was impossible to eat, Dress, bathe, hold anything, cycle, write and god knows what not! Now is it that I understand how much it would have value to an archer. Taken from our own epic the Mahabharatha where Eklavya had cut his thumb off as gurudakshina for his illicit procurement of gyan from Dronacharya. Seriously cutting someones thumb off is like whoa! Man… how can someone that too an archer who’s all skill and talent is solely dependent on the well being of their thumb. It’s like asking the nightingale Lata to give her vocal chords off to her guru.
But ya, coming back to my thumb crisis. I was totally clueless as such a problem had never lasted more than a few hours ever. But this time and the timings were just too perfect to get the point clear of total pure torture. Due to the dire arrangement of circumstances I was left with no other choice but to run off to the college hospital famous for their awfully accurate diagnosis!(for those who know less about the afore mentioned place it was sarcasm intended) and maybe it was luck shining the doctors were not available then. Didn’t know whether I had to thank my stars but then had to go to another nearby hospital, which generally is always deserted had this terrible queue outside it. Mauphy’s law proving itself right over and over again. :D Luck again and had ended up with the most grumpiest doc there! Who just kept screaming relentlessly at my thumb. And concluded that it was some tendon inflammation, Man! I wonder how the hell did I end up with it.. had her course and due to no change in pain had to approach the coll doc’s who happily told me it was due to “wear and tear”, man that saying always seemed so mild but when to comes to my thumb, man I was shit worried! Then came the exams which I happily screwed big time, but anyway who can rewrite fate ;) thumb pain or no pain, that that has to be screwed will be under any circumstances ;)
Now weeks later after that thumb feels kinda alright but still I have not even the vaguest idea of what had happened then to my thumb, after several x-rays and doc visit I’m as much in the dark as I was in earlier. Just hoping the pain doesn’t plan a visit again!
From this mild experience did I realize how vital any small part can be for us! Everything together in their best conditions can ONLY keep the body in the finest state. I can’t tell you how much I’ve realized about the astonishing performance of the body and the time’s it takes to fall are so perfectly coordinated with the time you need it the most.
This is something I learnt from the recent torturous experience of a slight pain in my thumb (and duh! No prizes for guessing my right one!) And how everything went haywire off!
It was the weekend before the first Cycle test (our periodical tests read: fast forwarded tortures, as it ends in a jiffy!), the time when all of us start learning the names of our subjects and slowly searching for books and not to mention the portions. And bang when I tried to write something, a jolt of pain just rushed through my thumb. Writing had become an absolute tormentor. Holding a pen and bet you anything was totally tormenting for my thumb. And for a person who does almost everything with her right hand and almost nil usage of my left, it was just impossible to do like anything. Thumb is the part of the hand that makes us hold things and has let us reach to what we are now. Everything done with our hands needs total co-ordination of the dear thumb, and when it ceases the activities of the whole hand just come crashing down!
Those days it was impossible to eat, Dress, bathe, hold anything, cycle, write and god knows what not! Now is it that I understand how much it would have value to an archer. Taken from our own epic the Mahabharatha where Eklavya had cut his thumb off as gurudakshina for his illicit procurement of gyan from Dronacharya. Seriously cutting someones thumb off is like whoa! Man… how can someone that too an archer who’s all skill and talent is solely dependent on the well being of their thumb. It’s like asking the nightingale Lata to give her vocal chords off to her guru.
But ya, coming back to my thumb crisis. I was totally clueless as such a problem had never lasted more than a few hours ever. But this time and the timings were just too perfect to get the point clear of total pure torture. Due to the dire arrangement of circumstances I was left with no other choice but to run off to the college hospital famous for their awfully accurate diagnosis!(for those who know less about the afore mentioned place it was sarcasm intended) and maybe it was luck shining the doctors were not available then. Didn’t know whether I had to thank my stars but then had to go to another nearby hospital, which generally is always deserted had this terrible queue outside it. Mauphy’s law proving itself right over and over again. :D Luck again and had ended up with the most grumpiest doc there! Who just kept screaming relentlessly at my thumb. And concluded that it was some tendon inflammation, Man! I wonder how the hell did I end up with it.. had her course and due to no change in pain had to approach the coll doc’s who happily told me it was due to “wear and tear”, man that saying always seemed so mild but when to comes to my thumb, man I was shit worried! Then came the exams which I happily screwed big time, but anyway who can rewrite fate ;) thumb pain or no pain, that that has to be screwed will be under any circumstances ;)
Now weeks later after that thumb feels kinda alright but still I have not even the vaguest idea of what had happened then to my thumb, after several x-rays and doc visit I’m as much in the dark as I was in earlier. Just hoping the pain doesn’t plan a visit again!
Friday, October 16, 2009
Aamchi Mumbai And Namma Chennai!
Mumbai, the land of dreams! Truly most of the people here when they have big dreams always plan to hit Mumbai... It’s considered as the land of opportunities. The very same picture has been shown in our very own bollywood to emphasize the same. Anyone dreaming big runs off to Mumbai!
But the biggest question I feel like asking is that once you’re in Mumbai where the hell do you get time to dream. I agree that the place is always running amok but free time is one rare thing in this land. Through the night I see people scurrying into buses, autos and taxis running all over the city as if it’s just a darker day… Believe it maybe possibly the only place in India where I could have encountered the following situations.
Situation 1: We call up for an electrician, newly moved into our home; hell did we need a lot of work to be done. That fellow then asks us for the time when he should arrive for work, we just think that afternoon hours being the most clear tell to be here around 11-12 and the reply came. Tonight right!! :o
Situation 2: as we didn’t have much of any plans for a Saturday morning we ask the driver to come at 12 or 1230 as we wanted to go out then, again he responds afternoon ya night??
Bet you people this is one place where you need to mention a.m. or p.m. in CAPS!! ;)
But then coming to this place after having living Chennai for like so many years has both its ups n downs!!
For one the auto and taxi drivers actually charge us based on the meter reading which is like ancient history in Chennai. I mean I feel happy to jus tell the auto driver the area and not mention any other details to get transported there without any questions or complaints. There are times when they don’t have like 1 or 2Rs change they’ll be like wait ma’am; they’ll run around and make sure we get our dues. Something never seen in Chennai where all transactions take place in multiples of 10 or preferably 20!
Both places have their own pretty charm which allures everyone to them. The charisma of both the places definitely is a difficult thing to let go off. Coming to college from there, was indeed a tough task. The glamour of Mumbai and the hospitality of Chennai are like the biggest thing amiss.
Kudos to them!:)
But the biggest question I feel like asking is that once you’re in Mumbai where the hell do you get time to dream. I agree that the place is always running amok but free time is one rare thing in this land. Through the night I see people scurrying into buses, autos and taxis running all over the city as if it’s just a darker day… Believe it maybe possibly the only place in India where I could have encountered the following situations.
Situation 1: We call up for an electrician, newly moved into our home; hell did we need a lot of work to be done. That fellow then asks us for the time when he should arrive for work, we just think that afternoon hours being the most clear tell to be here around 11-12 and the reply came. Tonight right!! :o
Situation 2: as we didn’t have much of any plans for a Saturday morning we ask the driver to come at 12 or 1230 as we wanted to go out then, again he responds afternoon ya night??
Bet you people this is one place where you need to mention a.m. or p.m. in CAPS!! ;)
But then coming to this place after having living Chennai for like so many years has both its ups n downs!!
For one the auto and taxi drivers actually charge us based on the meter reading which is like ancient history in Chennai. I mean I feel happy to jus tell the auto driver the area and not mention any other details to get transported there without any questions or complaints. There are times when they don’t have like 1 or 2Rs change they’ll be like wait ma’am; they’ll run around and make sure we get our dues. Something never seen in Chennai where all transactions take place in multiples of 10 or preferably 20!
Both places have their own pretty charm which allures everyone to them. The charisma of both the places definitely is a difficult thing to let go off. Coming to college from there, was indeed a tough task. The glamour of Mumbai and the hospitality of Chennai are like the biggest thing amiss.
Kudos to them!:)
Monday, July 6, 2009
Pirates of the music!
Piracy! One thing that has entered every stream today. Just a few days back we were just talking about it and I kinda realized that the music industry should be broke dry by now. Sometimes these people are faster than them release the music way before they are officially out. Man this can be seriously depressing when they plan up big functions called music launch and all and you hear what someone outside walks with the those unreleased songs playing loud outta his phone. But then this definitely has its plus points for us obviously we get all the new songs right at our fingertips and asap. But from the viewpoint of the makers it’s a pure disaster. With all this in mind few days back just went to Music World expecting a deserted place but OMG! Man, wasn’t I shocked like crazy! It was filled with people, and not only that they were with baskets with heaps of the cds! People are still buying cd’s and that too vigorously!!! Bet you definitely a big shock!!
But it’s nice to see that people still believe in originality owning racks of CD’s boasting of the original holograms. Others truly can be called the pirates of music!!
But it’s nice to see that people still believe in originality owning racks of CD’s boasting of the original holograms. Others truly can be called the pirates of music!!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
A class to remeber :D
heyyo!!
Hmmm.. this time I cant think of anything to blog about, but as I'm sitting here bored, guess I'll write up something to kill it(boredom of course!)
Hmm.. Oh!
I've got an idea guess ill write about this class we had in college.. It was great.. I mean the class as in the lecture was drop dead boring but whatever happened other than in class was fun! at least I felt so.
It was sometime in the middle of the semester. I guess it was a Monday or a Friday or some day in between of those all-classes-cancelled-totally-free-to-bunk days cluster, Oh this day had a few classes but owing to its positioning very very few people had turned up. Needless to say the rest were happily settled off at home(that pleasure only being enjoyed by the Chennai-ites)!
Shockingly I hadn't gone home and was stuck in this boring class room with a prof who didn't care what people did just kept muttering(to himself) great facts of god knows which subject!;)
The class starts off and I was happily seated in the side row last bench, great view of the class but nil of the prof or vice versa. Not even his droning voice could penetrate the air barrier around myself( or maybe coz his voice is really faint) but whatever the reason was the position was great for a good morning but slightly cramped nap. I had a slight fever too, I'm sure its due my over-sincerity in bothering to attend this class(but did I have a choice, attendance was taken for every damn class),so just put my head down. Coz rest is what you need when ur ill right!:)(with pleasure!!)
Suddenly this girl, brown eyes(names changed...obviously!) wakes me up.It seemed as if i had slept for like an hour or so.I checked my watch and saw it showed 11:35 when the class started around 11:25, pls..don't tell me this watch too has stopped working! This semester alone i can say around 3 of my watches have got damaged irreparably1 now not again!!:( I just had to check my mobile and found the large clock on it displaying 11:36!! what even after i slept time ceased to move!!This is unfair i cried!! Ok..Ok... now back to why she woke me up.. i thought maybe sir was looking this direction wonder why, maybe coz i was seated close to the window and he was enjoying the sights outside it, god knows! what runs in his mind!!But no, the first thing she asked was, hey name that new madhavan movie na?? man, man..where was this world going to people asking me details about Tamil movies..whoa! She was busy planning the free afternoon she had ahead(sadly only her, i had lab!:( )She was busy collecting data about the theatres and the show timings(at least she had something to keep her busy and stop from dozing off).The she started the planning train of thoughts and guess she spent the class fruitfully.Seriously everyone comes for this class considering it as some time pass class, i tell you most were busy taking down notes(but mind you of some other subject or busy filling records).
Didn't wanna sleep again so i thought maybe ill try enjoying the sights and sounds outside the window.Ahh..there was a crowd of cows out there(u think crowd isn't the collective noun for cows:p who cares). there were some that were tall must be the mumma and papa cow, or their aunts or uncles who also lived in the same campus, but as there were many tall cows(now now don't imagine some 7 foot tall mutant cows all that i mean those full grown ones). guess they followed joint family system, but man! seriously a big family. Or maybe their relatives have come from other pockets of this village we are in and the localites of the campus were taking them on a sight-seeing tour. never know what they were up to, there were so many kids (i.e. those thin baby cows with glowing skin which they i guess will soon get dirtied and ll rival the elders) they just kept loitering around, found a good green patch for themselves and started munching, kids followed in. don't these cows get bored eating the same thing day after day after, no spice no masala nothing, how do they survive and become so fat also... What would a fat cow say, i became so coz i couldn't resist binging on the lush green GRASS??? what??? the rate at which they keep chomping relentlessly, i guess they too are responsible for global warming, isn't it so??!!
Between this solace of thought another friend Ms.Kutty(names not changed:P) started calling all of us and guess what she asked for?? Stones.. she was almost in the first bench and was absolutely irritated and wanted to throw something. getting excited by this idea and silently ditching her busy planning schedule work;) miss:brown eyes started breaking off the beads from the end of her dupatta and started throwing it off on the empty metal bench in front of her and man! that did make quite a lot of noise. But still our busy prof: Dr. mumble jumble didn't hear a thing. was still in his sweet world of whatever he was muttering or scribbling on the board. This did wake me up for sometime and look around the class also. there was Ms:man;)busily finishing off her record work totally oblivious to all the crap going on around her, her face had the expression like that of a man(no pun intended;) or maybe;) ) with an aim and that nothing whatsoever could come in between. i bet even if Mr;mumble jumble intercepted her work, she would kick him hard and continue(not that all of us wouldn't try doing that but she would definitely!!!:)) The guys were busily sleeping, playing something or messaging others who were in similar stuck positions!:D
Similar to this is what happened every class and bet you my situation was pretty much the same in the exam too!!!
Hmmm.. this time I cant think of anything to blog about, but as I'm sitting here bored, guess I'll write up something to kill it(boredom of course!)
Hmm.. Oh!
I've got an idea guess ill write about this class we had in college.. It was great.. I mean the class as in the lecture was drop dead boring but whatever happened other than in class was fun! at least I felt so.
It was sometime in the middle of the semester. I guess it was a Monday or a Friday or some day in between of those all-classes-cancelled-totally-free-to-bunk days cluster, Oh this day had a few classes but owing to its positioning very very few people had turned up. Needless to say the rest were happily settled off at home(that pleasure only being enjoyed by the Chennai-ites)!
Shockingly I hadn't gone home and was stuck in this boring class room with a prof who didn't care what people did just kept muttering(to himself) great facts of god knows which subject!;)
The class starts off and I was happily seated in the side row last bench, great view of the class but nil of the prof or vice versa. Not even his droning voice could penetrate the air barrier around myself( or maybe coz his voice is really faint) but whatever the reason was the position was great for a good morning but slightly cramped nap. I had a slight fever too, I'm sure its due my over-sincerity in bothering to attend this class(but did I have a choice, attendance was taken for every damn class),so just put my head down. Coz rest is what you need when ur ill right!:)(with pleasure!!)
Suddenly this girl, brown eyes(names changed...obviously!) wakes me up.It seemed as if i had slept for like an hour or so.I checked my watch and saw it showed 11:35 when the class started around 11:25, pls..don't tell me this watch too has stopped working! This semester alone i can say around 3 of my watches have got damaged irreparably1 now not again!!:( I just had to check my mobile and found the large clock on it displaying 11:36!! what even after i slept time ceased to move!!This is unfair i cried!! Ok..Ok... now back to why she woke me up.. i thought maybe sir was looking this direction wonder why, maybe coz i was seated close to the window and he was enjoying the sights outside it, god knows! what runs in his mind!!But no, the first thing she asked was, hey name that new madhavan movie na?? man, man..where was this world going to people asking me details about Tamil movies..whoa! She was busy planning the free afternoon she had ahead(sadly only her, i had lab!:( )She was busy collecting data about the theatres and the show timings(at least she had something to keep her busy and stop from dozing off).The she started the planning train of thoughts and guess she spent the class fruitfully.Seriously everyone comes for this class considering it as some time pass class, i tell you most were busy taking down notes(but mind you of some other subject or busy filling records).
Didn't wanna sleep again so i thought maybe ill try enjoying the sights and sounds outside the window.Ahh..there was a crowd of cows out there(u think crowd isn't the collective noun for cows:p who cares). there were some that were tall must be the mumma and papa cow, or their aunts or uncles who also lived in the same campus, but as there were many tall cows(now now don't imagine some 7 foot tall mutant cows all that i mean those full grown ones). guess they followed joint family system, but man! seriously a big family. Or maybe their relatives have come from other pockets of this village we are in and the localites of the campus were taking them on a sight-seeing tour. never know what they were up to, there were so many kids (i.e. those thin baby cows with glowing skin which they i guess will soon get dirtied and ll rival the elders) they just kept loitering around, found a good green patch for themselves and started munching, kids followed in. don't these cows get bored eating the same thing day after day after, no spice no masala nothing, how do they survive and become so fat also... What would a fat cow say, i became so coz i couldn't resist binging on the lush green GRASS??? what??? the rate at which they keep chomping relentlessly, i guess they too are responsible for global warming, isn't it so??!!
Between this solace of thought another friend Ms.Kutty(names not changed:P) started calling all of us and guess what she asked for?? Stones.. she was almost in the first bench and was absolutely irritated and wanted to throw something. getting excited by this idea and silently ditching her busy planning schedule work;) miss:brown eyes started breaking off the beads from the end of her dupatta and started throwing it off on the empty metal bench in front of her and man! that did make quite a lot of noise. But still our busy prof: Dr. mumble jumble didn't hear a thing. was still in his sweet world of whatever he was muttering or scribbling on the board. This did wake me up for sometime and look around the class also. there was Ms:man;)busily finishing off her record work totally oblivious to all the crap going on around her, her face had the expression like that of a man(no pun intended;) or maybe;) ) with an aim and that nothing whatsoever could come in between. i bet even if Mr;mumble jumble intercepted her work, she would kick him hard and continue(not that all of us wouldn't try doing that but she would definitely!!!:)) The guys were busily sleeping, playing something or messaging others who were in similar stuck positions!:D
Similar to this is what happened every class and bet you my situation was pretty much the same in the exam too!!!
Friday, June 5, 2009
Healthy fantasies!
What was it that made us run and play always when we were kids.. and now all that joy is happily forgotten for other so called delights like watching TV, or getting glued to the net!!
All these came to me in an incident few days back...
i was tired after having this very long arduous day in the lab. just wanted to reach home asap. As i was just about to shut the elevator, a bunch of sweaty kids come running in. "Oh God! why today..the journey to the 4Th floor is gonna be stinky and noisy!!":( But then what did i see just half the bunch enters.Now, now what are these kids up to.. I saw the other half taking the stairs.They put up this bet about who'll reach 4th floor first and ring the door bell!
Ha ah! how dumb! how can these guys run up faster than the lift which is mechanised and takes up the shorter path! But believe me i was dumbstruck when i heard the doorbell ring just as we reached the fourth floor..These guys in the lift were like crap, they've reached and broke out from the lift..
I don't know what keeps the adrenaline pumping in these kids, but whatever it is, good for them, makes them run and enjoy the true beauties of nature! We have happily forgotten or have ignored all this, but it definitely doesn't mean anything good.
Seriously then I started thinking maybe even I should go out and play sometime. Belonging to a family where morning walks are a daily ritual and even during heavy rains I find my dad either taking umbrella and going for a walk or walk around the house a hundred odd times. Dunno whats it about being fit and exercising daily in my family, but one things for sure, those genes have definitely missed me!
Still even after hundred odd provocation and at times threats from my parents i have hardly spared a thought about exercise,;) the lazy genes are just to dominant in my body, but these kids seriously made me feel worse..
But maybe i should start of atleast trying to keep myself healthy and fit.Wait who am i kidding..No chance! ;)
Some habits die hard!!:)
yawn!:)
All these came to me in an incident few days back...
i was tired after having this very long arduous day in the lab. just wanted to reach home asap. As i was just about to shut the elevator, a bunch of sweaty kids come running in. "Oh God! why today..the journey to the 4Th floor is gonna be stinky and noisy!!":( But then what did i see just half the bunch enters.Now, now what are these kids up to.. I saw the other half taking the stairs.They put up this bet about who'll reach 4th floor first and ring the door bell!
Ha ah! how dumb! how can these guys run up faster than the lift which is mechanised and takes up the shorter path! But believe me i was dumbstruck when i heard the doorbell ring just as we reached the fourth floor..These guys in the lift were like crap, they've reached and broke out from the lift..
I don't know what keeps the adrenaline pumping in these kids, but whatever it is, good for them, makes them run and enjoy the true beauties of nature! We have happily forgotten or have ignored all this, but it definitely doesn't mean anything good.
Seriously then I started thinking maybe even I should go out and play sometime. Belonging to a family where morning walks are a daily ritual and even during heavy rains I find my dad either taking umbrella and going for a walk or walk around the house a hundred odd times. Dunno whats it about being fit and exercising daily in my family, but one things for sure, those genes have definitely missed me!
Still even after hundred odd provocation and at times threats from my parents i have hardly spared a thought about exercise,;) the lazy genes are just to dominant in my body, but these kids seriously made me feel worse..
But maybe i should start of atleast trying to keep myself healthy and fit.Wait who am i kidding..No chance! ;)
Some habits die hard!!:)
yawn!:)
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