And another year ends.

As the first decade of the new millennium is about to end I look back at all the things that happened in 2010. It's the year I started college , the year I ended school , the year I turned eighteen and the year I started blogging . The beginning of the year had me all stressed out, the apprehensions , the pangs , the curiosity of getting into college. It was a mixed bag of all sorts of feelings.

The college was a new adventure but school was missed. All the childish talks and pranks played are now a treasure and memories that are never going to fade away. I met some of the coolest people in 2010 , parted with some . It was in June when I had nothing to do , I took up writing , I do not know whether I am good or not but I found  immense pleasure and satisfaction in my new found interest.

2010 was not all fun and frolic my grandmother fell seriously sick because of drug overdose , it was hard to see a lady who always was on her toes laying in the bed or  keeping quiet. Thankfully the by the end of the year she was back to being the grandmother she was earlier , scolding me and cooking the scrumptious finger licking meals. My youngest cousin who is barely seven was found to have muscle dystrophy , I do not want to elaborate on that. Just hope 2011 changes things for the little kid. Sometimes life can be so bloody unfair.

The time it seems has flown away. The echo of the laughs shared on the most silliest jokes , the tears spilled for things that seem so insignificant now are all memories etched in the back of the mind. This has been by far the most eventful year of life - boards , results , entrances , tensions , admissions, new atmosphere , college, new friends , bunking, new crushes , college exams and finally the end of this year , I'll never forget this one , because it's end brings new beginnings for me.

I do not want to mention any resolutions ( like I have any ) that will make the post even more boring.All I want is to keep writing  in 2011. 2011 - new year , new start . Let's keep it rolling. Happy new year.

People who make every moment of life a moment of joy. Part 2

The brother

Yeah finally something about the person I have mentioned quite a lot of times.I was not going to write this until next week but because today it's his seventeenth birthday I thought I'll do him the honors ( I'm kidding its 4 am and I can not sleep) .

Where do I start from??Well all I can say is I have a brother like no other , he's the most insane brother to have. He  can drive me nuts and make me laugh all at the same time. We have had our share of fights ( maybe more ) and there were times we actually disowned each other(weird aren't we?) but we could not hold ourselves from talking  for long ; I always tried , but something always comes up and I have to end the fight .

I never thought of him as a brother , he is more of a friend , someone who I can hit and  never get hit back      ( sometimes he is the gentleman) and lets me off with the warning if I repeat it I'd be going down.It's cool to go on drives with him , when he drives at 80km/hr on the city roads .Jerk likes me freaking out. I am glad to reach back home safely after every drive. Though I bet he feels the same when I drive. I don't over speed  but still manage to freak him out. I should be thanking him for saving my life when I took a wrong turn almost ( had he not shown his reflexes it would have been otherwise )and  collided with another car . Had the collision taken place I would have been behind the bars or atleast challened ( chandigarh police sucks) heavily for driving without a driving license with a minor (seventeen year olds no matter how tall they are minors) .

It was  because of him I had tough times at school. He would always do something and I was called for.In class 9th he did  not submit his project  on time and when he did complete it  he was too scared to submit so while he sat at home pretending to be sick I submitted that project and got  to hear horrendous things from the teacher. And in 10th when we had a common Hindi teacher we both had our share of hearing nasty things . She complained to him about me and me about you to me, thanks to our  remarkable handwriting and splendid Hindi.It is very annoying how he  always manages  to score more than me.

He thinks he says the most witty one-liners and I enjoy them.Buddy those are pity laughs.He  is  like Chandler sometimes. Sometimes I hate the fact he does not tell me everything , imagine hearing it from his  classmates that he was  bullied badly in school by some guys. I always knew you hated those guys but bullying is somethimg I could not imagine.
The way he gets along with all my friends is amazing , when they team up against me I feel they are more of friends .

It's very bizarre that he  finds me a disappointment just because I have been single for a long time , like he has had a million girlfriends. It's good for the girls that he  stays away from them (he says that ) but I think its the other way round.And if he ever does have one I am going to warn her about this guy and save a life.


Thankfully he does not read this blog . Love you loads chouttttu , that's what I'll call because he hates it . Happy Birthday ! And may you have many more.

People who make every moment of my life a moment of joy . Part 1

 THE FRIENDS

There is some kind of strange feeling engulfing me as I write this . It's for the people I spend my entire day with , the ones who make every moment a memory.They are with me through the blues to hug and comfort me  and the good times to jump with ecstasy. It's hard to imagine my life without them . They I believe are the true friends ,the friends I would want  to be with forever. Here's a little about them in the order of meeting them:


GS aka AK47 aka mots (though I never use that ) :
I first met you in 9th grade and before we had even talked I detested you  because I assumed you were some snotty girl with oodles of attitude( gawd me and my assumptions). And then when you won the debate and I did not, I started disliking you even more. You had taken my place of being the best debater in the school. It was only in the mid session when we were put together for the school editorial team I found out you weren't all that bad.I actually had fun working with you and you'd be surprised I looked up to you (you still are not aware of this)  . Then after this little thing we got a little friendly but were not even close to friends , we were just class mates. You had your friends to chill out and I, well at that point of time I don't think I had any friend( I can say this now when I have the most priceless friend in you).

In class 10th it was the same , but everything changed as the school changed in 11th. You were the only one I knew in the alien land. I hated the new school , the people out there were weird. I have no idea I  how would have survived the two most crappy years of my life without you. Eventually I knew I could always rely on you.  Whether it was physics derivations or consoling me when I had bad scores. You had a solution to every problem of mine. I still remember how you gave mine and one of our other friends proxy attendance and were caught while we were having fun celebrating our first bunk. Or the day when you started calling me zero centimeter ( I am not disclosing the reason here , it's way to  embarrassing) , that really was a moment that will always be etched in our minds. You helped me before every exam , made sure I studied systematically ( the way you did).

You were the happiest person when we landed up in the same college, I vaguely remember the excitement I heard in your voice when I told that you that.In college the bond grew stronger . You gave me more reasons to look upto you ( again I will keep the reasons to myself). It's strange how you always end up laughing when we are arguing. And the argument for good  becomes history.I find it very hilarious  how you always joke about  my orientation( for all the people reading I am straight) and I do  not make any effort to prove you wrong. We have had the greatest time together and will continue to have .And you know what I miss being in the same class room .


Ck aka AYG: To be very honest I do not remember our first meeting ( you know that ) . I mean I remember it was on the first day of our college and we were exploring it together but I fail to recall seeing you there( it does not matter, we have come a long way from that now) . Apart from that day we surprisingly ( knowing you ) got along well almost immediately.It was on the third day of college you got your name AYG , the angry young gal , because you had a tiff with some senior. That day I learnt apart from being the AYG you also are someone who knows how to take a stand. I respect you for that.You have taken everything that came your way  in your stride( this goes for GS as well). You are the prefect advisor in the areas where GS might fail. You guys are the same yet in a different manner( remember the being introvert talk we had in the bus and that really stumped me) .Both of you are plainly extremely  crazy but guess that is the reason you are my friends.
 
Ck its real fun to play your girlfriend ( obviously I am not ) . That explains the reason why GS jokes about me not being straight.Although as your girlfriend I would love it if you utilized your phone more effectively . The shopping spree we  had together was  fun , though it did not seem so when we were actually shopping , but now when I  look back it was an experience in itself.

And oh nearly forgot this one , the prank we played on GS , when I pretended I had lost my phone. Plotting it with you and V was the best thing during the semester.

You are the one who assures our daily dose of adventures at college ,Phew,  I have lost the count of guys stalking you.I envy the fact  that you were thrown out of the class before me , I always thought I would be the first one , but you managed the feat before me and my count is still zero.It is great fun when you are around. Thank you for being there.


V aka uncle V  : I took a little longer (than I should have ) to know you completely.You are the friend who shares the similar interests as mine. The co-founder and vice-president  of the backpacker club ( yeah I am still the founder and the president) We can endlessly talk about books , movies and music.You are the one who encourages me to blog and gives me the feedback.You listen to my blog babbling and the rest too.


With you I had  fun at every single workshop and later the torture of cleaning the mess at workshop. The sardar sir really gave us tough times. Once we went to have our breakfast and walked in the workshop complete 20 minutes late like we were the princesses and then we had to beg for our attendance like paupers. But missing those 20 minutes was worth . You and I share the pain of being stared at by the teacher  (having a continuous eye contact) in all the communication classes.

You are the master of pulling  leg , you always have the most awesome(est) comebacks . This is the first and the last time I am accepting this fact. Together we and the backpackers make the perfect back-benchers. Let me tell you guys it's nothing to be proud of. It's been barely four months since I know you but I can say I know the in and out of you.


I am fortunate to have such nice friends , they make me look forward to each day at college and beyond.I want them to be there forever and ever . Yeah I do believe in the friends forever concept.Thanks G,C and V and also the others I did not mention .All of you are insanely crazy  and I love you for that.

Random rambling and ranting,

My head is spinning and heart pounding . It's the time of year I dread , yes right the exam time. I have my reasons to be elated and sad. First the bad reasons:

a) I am fighting a losing battle with Maths , there was a time when I was pretty good at it but since college started maths has been giving me nightmares. Earlier it was just physics and now they have teamed up against me.

b) My  viva for communication skills (  supposedly  a cakewalk ) went terribly. I was asked the difference between may and might. Since when do we differentiate between the two in communication.Anybody got  a clue what it is?

c) I was in the market  the day after my birthday and because I had not had a proper dinner the previous night  and no breakfast , and had to wait for a long time for the SIM card I wanted , I had a complete blackout and fell down , hitting my head on the counter . Could anything be more embarrassing? And now I have a bruise on my forehead .

d) All my friends (atleast most of them) are partying hard while I am writing this but because of the above reasons and a doctor's appointment ( to satisfy my mom I am fine) I could not be there . I am so missing the fun.


Now the reasons that give me a reason to smile:

a) I discovered if you Google  is hrithihk hexadectylism on the very first page the second link is  to my blog of  this post. You might laugh at me for being being happy at this but right for me it's a big deal. My good friend V thinks so too but others just laughed it away. Only V will get a treat while others can watch from a distance.

b) I got a new phone as a gift from my parents and I am typing this post using my phone. I am loving it.

c) My eighteenth was the best  birthday so far ,  firstly because of the reason mentioned above and then because of my  friends AYG and AK47 , together the three of us had the most memorable time.Thank a lot everyone.


Oh lord save me from the exams . Why do we have to give exams at all? Why? I am already looking forward to the end of this month .  There's a family get together after three years that too around Christmas.How come best and worst times come together . Hopefully I emerge from the battle victoriously .

Adult......Really?

I am finally turning 18 , stepping into the adult world , well almost. I have waited to attain this number ( isn't age just a number ) since I don't know how long. Now that I'm 18 I can actually do the following ( kick yourself if you think even one is worth looking forward to):

a) Vote ,  like my vote is going to change the way things are in the country.

b) Get a permanent driving license , big deal everyone has it (even kids )and now when I see 12 year olds driving , I feel like shaking them back to life , shouldn't they be cycling or watching tom and jerry instead of flaunting their activas at 100 km/hr . Things were so different when I was a kid.

c) Sign up for things or sites that allow only adults. I did that before too , now the only difference will be the clicking on the little box will be guilt free.

d) Donate blood , this one is a real cause , but my HB doesn't allow , screw it.

e) Marry , noooooooooooooo , I am still a sixteen year old at heart and this requires a lot of responsibility  something that is coming to me only after 30.Here I am not talking about career related responsibility, I am quite serious about that.

Nothing except getting a driving license excites me. Thankfully I won't have to tell my mama to drive me across the city ( she feels that she is my taken for granted chauffeur) .  


I always thought I'll become matured or atleast act matured when I am 18. Alas! How wrong I was?Being truly independent, means a lot and takes a lot. And I also know sooner or later, the time will come to take control of my life and I'll have to behave and think like an adult. Scared I am, but I think I'll certainly be able to call myself a qualified full fledged adult. Right now I don't fell any difference , I'm still the sixteen year old I was two years back.

For now I am going to celebrate my first steps into adulthood by watching 'Chronicles of Narnia 'and a shopping spree ( probably exclusively for me ) something we girls are really good at with my best buddies.

Physics live! Direct from the lecture hall

I am using my laptop illegally in the physics class and so was tempted to write.Here is a  live commentary. Right now we are being scolded by our teacher lets call him man of principles (MOP ) More than physics we are taught to have principles in our life( which is good but why in physics class).

Apparently its our last class and he is mad at us for sitting at the back benches.Now he is telling that we are never going to get a teacher like him ever again , rest of the teachers are just here to read out of books. GAWD.   It's story time , a colleague of his being a maths teacher asked him to explain integral to him .Mr MOP get a life.


Finally we are doing physics .Okay MOP is writing the Schrodinger wave equation like we can not read it from our books.Why is he inaudible when he is teaching and loud enough when expressing his feelings to us? Won't it be cooler if we are allowed to use laptops in class , atleast now I'm listening carefully  to take down the notes(trying to multitask). We would save so much paper with the use of laptop.The class is getting boring yet again .Now my use of laptop is grabbing a lot of attention and before I attract MOP towards myself I'll stop writing.

A perfect defect !!

Hexadectylism , the word may scare you . No, it isn't related to rocket science in any way,neither it is about hexadecimals(a part of maths  I like)  on the contrary it's the coolest defect (don't call me crazy)  anyone can have  . For the unaware homo sapiens hexadectylism is a defect in which a person is deflected with six fingers or toes in one hand or feet.

I can say it isn't a defect that causes any sort of  agony by personal experience. Ya , I have six fingers in my left hand. People I know call it the double thumb syndrome. I love all the attention it gets me. The Ooooos and Ahhhs of people enthrall me. It's great to get attention for almost no reason at all.The surprised remarks are followed by in numerous inquiries , most of them really silly and all of them very common. I feel like a phenomenal person. You know like the celebrities have to answer the same questions again and again , it's kind of the same thing.

  The funniest question I always get is " Hey are you Hrithik Roshan's sister"? I am so  exasperated of denying this fact , that I now have actually started agreeing to it. My response to this is now " Yeah buddy  , he is a very close cousin of mine , if you want to meet him or something just let me know". Although nobody buys that story.

Another question I am tired of answering is " Does it hurt ?" Followed by this question my attention hogging thumb is mercilessly squeezed and twisted , until I wince with pain  the squeezing and twisting continues.         " Dude if you do that it is obviously going to hurt."  And oh! I almost forget this one . " Did you have this thing even when you were born?" Hearing this almost provokes me to bang my head against the wall , but I  sarcastically answer " No, I got a thumb implant when Hrithik bhai adopted me , you see I needed to have something in common with him."

I enjoy the momentary attention I get . The look of surprise thrills. Right now I can recall one more incident related to my thumb. I had gone for a movie  with an old friend and her friend. When the friend's friend ( i barely knew) noticed the thumb and said that , when I (me) get famous in the world , she would say that she once watched a movie with me. That was really nice of her .This may sound  vain but it's great to hear such things from people you hardly know.

It's very overwhelming when random people come and compliment you ( not only because of the thumb) .I'm fortunate enough to get that often.I can go on and on about my thumb tales but the pile of assignments , projects and presentations on my table is getting envious of my blog writing , and before its too late I should go back to those.

On a completely different note can you suggest any new invention that may come up in the year2030. Need to shoot an advertisement for that. Will elaborate on the ad project later. All sorts of suggestion are welcome. Need it in three days.Please help!

A trip to the road not taken.

What do you do when you lose your way in a completely alien land? And you have no idea where you are heading not even the exact name of the place. I mean it’s like you know where you are going but are clueless of the about what path to follow. I won’t complicate this further.

The story is something like this : eight nearly broke girls, correction eight backpacker girls decide not to attend the college and instead visit the famous RDB fort (where Rang De Basanti was shot) situated in the interiors of Punjab. The fort was an hour’s drive from the college and because we did not have vehicles of our own it would be an extra half hour. So in the classroom in five minutes the entire plan was made in this manner, 9 am departure ; 11 am arrival at the fort and again at 2 pm departure from the fort to be back by 4 pm and go back home in the college bus.

We got out of the college and then began our adventures. We caught a three-wheeler to the nearest town where we thought we’d get a bus to the fort. The tiny little town welcomed us with a two dozen buses each to a different place. After a inquiring from various bus conductors we found “our” bus. We quickly grabbed our seats (I think finding a good seat in these buses is a rarity) with a contended, electrifying smile on our faces. The birds had flown from the cage.  We sat with complete strangers, none of us had ever travelled in a bus before ( leaving apart the college and school buses ).It was altogether a new adventure.

A vendor at one the bus stops.

We had just settled when the conductor came to us with the tickets. But wait a sec! Tickets to where , the RDB fort where the Aamir Khan movie was shot . Hell no! no such place existed according to the conductor and after informing  this he went to give tickets to the other passengers , who by now were curiously looking at the eight girls who were new to the alien world of which they were a part. It was panic time, we were on a bus to Ludhiana and on our way to a place nobody had heard about. That is when the tube light (our friend Su) lit up and told us her cousin had been there. The cousin was called, he told us we were on the right way and the fort was actually situated in Doraha near a gurudwara.

Finally the conductor gave us the tickets and we were in our elated mode once again. Now aunty 1 gets on the bus , a senior citizen and because there is no other  seat I offer her mine . She is pleased and enquirers where we are going , we tell her. To our utter shock she enlightens us that “our” bus  is never going to take us to Doraha and we need to take another bus.

The bus stops in some town , we got down after thanking our aunty no. 1 and cursing the creepy  conductor for cheating and misguiding us. Fortunately we immediately got a bus to Doraha.  To satisfy ourselves we first ask the conductor, then a passenger, then the driver  and then the conductor again .

The second bus

So we were all set to go in our second bus. The smiles were back . All was well until Su got in a conversation with a helpful aunty no. 2 . She too is curious about where we are going  and Su explains  . Then to our  horror ( once agian)  she told us that the RDB fort was on a different road. We were supposed to go by the GT road.Although there was similar fort in Doraha but not AAmeer Khaaan walla .Everyone started panicking yet again then V told everyone that we were on our way to discover a new place ,nobody had been there before . We were on the road not taken.

After being relaxed by V's wise words we all resumed our usual talks.Tuned into my Ipod I was happily looking out from the window , the bus was now on roads that was barely 30 inches wide  . It seemed like we were going through the fields itself. Suddenly instead of Chris Martin I hear this:

                                          Tu mainu Chad de Ya Daaru Chad de

                                                          Rabba teri khair ne 

OMG! It was the music blaring out from the bus woofers , I had  noticed those on entering and laughed mentally ( the mental  evil laugh) and doubted their working .It was playing the very music I detested and giving competition to my Ipod   apparently  my Ipod failed them. All my friends exchanged the what are we doing here looks. GAWD ! I had never heard such baritones ever.To top it all Teju started singing those songs.
 

URGHHH!!! god alone knew what part of world we were in the rickety bus , going at speed of 70 km/hr on the 20 inch wide road ( the width had reduced like we wish our waists would do at the same pace  ) . Suddenly we were on the GT road and the bus halted . The conductor told us we have to cross the road and we'll reach a gurudwara and just beyond that is the fort. He even told that the same bus will take us to college at 2 so we should be back at 2pm same place and he'll pick us up.After quickly thanking him we entered the township. After a small break at the gurudwara we where on our way to the Fort.We finally made it.
Enough of Babbling from my side now the pictures will do the talking:

HIP HIP HORRAY

The road  from Gurudwara to the fort

The entrance . Magnificent !!

This is supposed to be the Mosque

At the fort 

Me

 After having a hearty lunch we went back to the highway. On the way back while we were walking some horrendous  buffaloes tried to chase us away , that was  scary , we ran for our lives. We reached college in time to boast about our day's adventures to the classmates who had stayed back and studied in the ever boring classrooms.
Cheers to the Backpacker girls Club. 


PS: Sorry this post is too long but couldn't help it . My friend V ( who religiously reads my every post ) wanted minute to minute description.This one goes to those 7 people who made my day.

MESSS!!!

What a whirlwind of a week this has been !! Life was never such a roller coaster . It all started with my friend, lets call her Su , asking me to take her camera's memory card and get her pictures. At the time she handed me the memory card she had no idea that she'd be seeing it for the last time for I have no idea how long( I'll be coming to that). I promised her nothing would go wrong and her memories ( this is what she calls her MMC or SD card or Micro SD  card or XD card whatever in the world  that was.) were in the safest hands ( seems really ironic now)

When I reached home very enthusiastically in the hope of  seeing our latest fresher's pictures I inserted the the MMC or SD card or Micro SD card or XD card ( even google does'nt know what that was :-( ) into my memory card reader and BINGO! the trouble started . My "wonderful" laptop was neither reading the data and nor ejecting the card . After fifteen minutes of frantic solitary efforts  I went to "dear " brother's room , who  very "politely " asked me the get out of his room , without listeneing to a word.

Somehow I managed to relate my tale woes to him , and he gave the I-wish-you-could-use-your-rusting-brains look . He asked me to get the laptop and explain him  what all I did and the kind of memory card it was. Twelve  hours back I had no idea that memory card could be various types I just knew about the SD cards( I know its a shame ) But now I can tell about every single memory card ( except the one Su gave me)available in the market and also differntiate among all . So I under the able guidance of bro started the mission "Reteiving the memory card" , he was instructing and cursing me for acting ' smart '  I hate it when he acts all big brotherly , dude you gotta realise I'm the older one ( this one calls for a different post altogether)

I unsuccessfully tried everything I could. Mom suggested I take it to the HP guys and get the laptop opened up  to  get the memory card ,inspite of all the risk involved  I was completely up for that idea and the next day when I went the HP guys they said they were not sure if they'd be able to configure the laptop in the same way . So therefore this idea was dropped , now I had look for a plan B . I was really apprehensive about telling all this to Su ,  she had every right to punch me in the face , I had acted really irresponsibly , but fortunately she was quite sporty about the whole thing . I was elated , she had no problem with her memories stuck in my laptop until they were intact and I return the memory card whenever the laptop had some hardware problem. The ocean of problems did not end here.

Before telling Su I had bought her a memory card (this one is a micro SD card complete with an adapter which can be used to make it SD card) similar to the one used in my camera , both are Nikkon coolpix ,so I guessed they'd be the same but apparently I was wrong yet again.Su was more than happy to get the new one until we realised the Micro SD card with the adapter was twice the size of the slot in her camera .

" No problem " I said . I can  get the Micro SD card excahnged easily and now that I have seen the size of the slot I'd be able get the right one I assured Su . She was fine with it.

Now this the conversation I had with the shopkeeper when I went to excahnge it :

Me : "I took this SD card yesterday can you please change it ."

Shopkeeper(sk) : Ya , which one do you want .

me : The one smaller than this one .

sk: We have various smaller one , which one do you want?

me: the one used in Nikkon coolpix L14 ( sure of the thing he'd be knowing which memory card is used in that model)

sk : What do you think I'll be knowing the kind of memory card used in evey camera ( imagine this in panjabi)  Give  me the camera  I'll give you the memory card .

me: I dont have it right now , you just show me the all the memory cards and I'll be able to diffrentitate .

sk: Ok , there you go.

And then he gave me the Mini SD , SD , XD , MMC , pro SD   all looking exactly the same and all  for the use in camera , I had no idea which would be compatible with Su's camera so I again asked him:

me : Can you please tell me which will be used for the Nikkon L14

sk: I don't know what model you are talking about I have not heard of it.

me:  hmmmm, so can you please refund the money , I'll return the Micro SD and come back again with the camera tommorrow and you give me the apt one.( Thinking of going to another shopkeeper and getting the card )

sk: NO!!!!! YOU CAN NOT RETURN.

me: But yesterday you said I could do that.

sk: It must not have been me , I'll excahnge it ( obvsly he'd do that because all the other cards costed thrice the Micro SD)

me: Ok then give me the SD for the same price ( I had no money)

sk: Do I look crazy enough to do that? ( again imagine the panjabi version )Go get it from somewhere else .

Not wanting to get into further arguement ( I can't stand arguements especailly such pointless ones ) I told him I 'd be back tommorrow with the camera and he'd better exchange it ( I was quite polite) . He agreed and  hopefully I'll get the memory card similar to the one in my laptop.

Thanks to Su for not killing me for being so irresponsible . Until my laptop stops working her memory card (  SD , Micro SD , XD , SD pro whatever it was )peacefully  rests in it without any further disturbance For now  I have been banned from using the laptop for a month by my baby brother , told ya , hate it when he acts like the BB  (Big Brother) . Hope he cuts down the punishment cause using the desktop is a real pain.

The City Beautiful - Beauty Redifned!!

You may called it boring , bland sleepy or whatever I don't care . Chandigarh is the most beautiful and picturesque city.SHAAN HI VAKHRI CHANDIGARH DI.  I don't need to say anything the pictures explain it all:



After a rainfall!!





At 4 am , yeah right it does seem a like lil sleepy town here .



This is not exactly chandigarh , its the outskirts where my college is. The exact view from the physics lab and our teacher expects us to do the wierd Michelson's experiment in

THE DARK ROOM

This is the road right in front of my house , all rain washed and nice.



The corner of my street.




At night ,  chandigarh caught in its slumber yet again





Chandigarh de nazaarean ne patteya



Sunset at Sukhna





Thats sukhna lake ( 2 years back) before the nasty fire brought the light house down



Give this one a  caption and you'll get the best commentator award on teenage babbling!!

Disclaimer: Most of the pictures here are not clicked by the author.Few of them are taken(ok robbed ) without the consent of the photographer from facebook and rest of them are the hardwork of my dear brother who painstakingly wakes up at 4 am to go for his chemistry classes and ends up enhancing his photographic skills ( he fancies himself as pro photographer ).And ( I consider it the best one) the last one is my piece of artwork , thanks to  the duck , that had the perfect timing.

CWG- The pride of India. We are going strong

This post comes on a day going deep into our history books - 3rd October 2010 , the day commonwealth  games kickstarted in our very own Bharat. The opening ceremony can be described in one word - exquisite. My heart swelled up with pride when exactly at 8:45 pm the Indian contignent led by Abhinav Bhindra entered the stadium. The frenzy it instilled in the crowd is beyond description.

It was in every manner an Indian welcome for the guests and visitors who could not but break into thunderous applause.

A week back we had a debate in the college : Should India be allowed to host the games or not?? At that time I had a conflict with my friend , she doubted India's ability to be even a part of the games let alone host them. I supported India through and through , everyone ridiculed me. I hope everyone has changed their opinion now . India cannot only pull of the games successfully but also grab many medals , I can say this seeing the 620 people marching their way down in the stadium for the country. India is certainly going strong.Cheers to the country.

Whenever I hear the A.R Rahman song I get goosebumps , it really is mesmerising and here goes the lyrics of the masterpiece by the Mozart of South India:


Oh yaaro, yeh India bulaa liya

Diwaano yeh India bulaa liya (bulaa liya)
Yeh toh khel hai
Bada mel hai
Mila diya (mila diya)
Yeh toh khel hai
Bada mel hai
Mila diya (mila diya)

Oh rukna rukna rukna rukna rukna nahi
Haarna haarna haarna haarna haarna nahi
Junoon se kanoon se maidaan maar lo

Let’s go, let’s go
Play o jiyo heyo let’s go
Play o jiyo heyo let’s go

Oh yaaro, yeh India bulaa liya
Diwaano yeh India bulaa liya, bulaa liya
Parvat sa uncha hoon dhun toh yeh
Duniya salaami de
Sardil iraade na ho jaayein kahin
Dil toh bas suraj dale

Jiyo utho badho jeeto
Tera mera jahaan let’s go
Kaisi saji hai saji hai dekho maati apni
Bani rashke jahaan yaara ho
Kai rang hai boli hai kai desh hai magan
Yahin jag hai samaaya saara ho

Oo oo
Laagi re ab laagi re lagan, oo oo
Jaagi re mann jeet ki agan, oo oo
Uthi re ab iraadon mein tapan, oo oo
Chali re dholi chali ban than
... ?
Let the games take over me
We like the time ..
.. the will to win to thrill to drill
Play o jiyo heyo let’s go

Kadamon mein ik bhanwar ka hai din
Jashn ka aaj din hai
Seeno mein toofan ka hai din
Baazu aasman yeh din hai

Yeh din hai
Yeh raat din hai
Tu zor laga chal aankh mila
Dhal na aaye din yeh

Jiyo utho badho jeeto
Play o jiyo heyo let’s go
Jiyo utho badho jeeto
Tera mera jahan hai yeh!!

College

What a whirlwind of a week it has been. College started on monday. Initially I was a bit excited and edgy but everything seems to have settled down in a week and I finally have the time to write.Let me tell all those who are still in school-college is not all fun ( unless you have great friends) you have to study too, especially in an engg. college.Fortunately I have found some good friends. C and A are great to hang out with and G is of great help always, G is an old friend , I'm really thankful to her for helping me whenever it was needed , motivation and lending me her notes. Thanks buddy.

The best part is we have carpentry and smithy workshops ,working there is really cool.We cut pieces of wood and all.It's distinctive from the physics and maths routine. One think I don't understand is when are the profs going to undersand the difference between college and school. They still treat us like kids.

More than anything else I was looking forward to ragging by the seniors , not the very serious one but some fun  interaction but the seniors are really boring and  unwilling to go beyond introduction. Can you believe it they came even for the introduction on the fourth day of college? I'm so sick of introducing myself to people who are not going to remember it the seniors and profs included also it's so nerve-wrecking to remember all the names. I have met a million people but recall the names of only a handful.

I am little disgruntled by the fact that the guys in the entire campus are not good. Earlier I doubted but now I am sure something Chandigarh lacks is good guys, sorry boys . The good ones are either taken or unwilling to be taken. Anyways does'nt matter I enjoy with my friends.

I still have to explore the campus more on it later.

Must do's before you die

There is a lot of stuff you should do before you are dead. I figured out a must do list of my own, things I’d like to do or I have done and recommend (most of it is the fun part). Here it is:

1) Go bungee jumping: You should definitely try it. It’s the most thrilling and enthralling experience. Nothing is cooler than being tossed 500 ft high, suspended by a single cord. The feeling is just AWESOME.

2) Go on a vacation all by yourself: This might sound boring to many of you who think vacation is family and friends time. But when you need a break from literally everything , go to a new place unaccompanied .It’s refreshing and adventrous. Here's what you can do - hiking, trekking , randomly going to a places you can't go when you are with family.I still gotta do this one.

3) Drive your car at top speed with music blaring in the middle of the night: The chandigarh police is going to hate me for this one but trust me with a couple of friends this is going to be fun. Also I recommend a drive on a two wheeler on a cold winter evening or when it rains.

4) Learn salsa: This style of dancing has always appealed me.Though I'm a bad dancer but I'd love to learn .You should try it with the guy you are seriously dating, it sounds tooo sec c (get that) ;-).

5) Play soccer in slush on a rainy day: This is more of a guy thing but girls should do it too. What's better than playing soccer ( no matter how bad you are at it) and getting dirty on a rainy day??


6) White water rafting: If you love water sports you should try this. Doing it in ganges ( Rishikesh ) is nice but Brahmaputra is way better.

7) Do something for you mother: You might disagree with her on everything, argue with her on trivial issues , but she is the one who loves you the most .So go ahead and make her happy. Do something for her that she will never forget.

8) Put your name down to be a passenger on the first tourist shuttle to the moon: Do I need to elaborate on this one.

9) Climb an active volcano : WHOKAY! I read this one somewhere and could not help putting it here .
Try this one on your risk.


10) Stand on top and bottom of the world: Standing right on south and north pole sounds like a great thing one should definetly do this

11)) Travel the world in 80 days

12) Eat junk food continously for a week: Have food you like all meals included everyday of a week without having any guilt pangs.

I'm a MAD murderer

Don't get me wrong I'm no serial killer making her confessions here. By MAD I mean Music,Art and Dance.


I'm terrible at all three. All my attempts to get even a wee bit of success in any of these have driven me MAD (insane enough to go to an asylum). I have failed to the extent of even not being able to call myself an amateur , I'm below standards even for that.All my teachers have hopelessly given up on me.



Unfortnatley not being able to do all this creative stuff has robbed me of various career options( fashion designing , interior decoration, choreography being a few of them).*sob*

My first victim was art. My adventures with art began early . I detested every single of my art and craft class, dreaded showing my paintings to my art tecaher who rejected them right away.Belive it for not I actually flunked in my drawing exam in grade five( disgusting how the education system of this country is ruining things ,art is for creative people ,not for people like me who cant't even draw a straight line.)Damn drawing , it always took away one of the top position from me in junior school ( I was pretty good that time).



I was elated and the happiest person on the earth when after grade eight ,we were not forced to pursue art .I no longer had to beleaguer my dear friends to do my drawing or paitings.But to my horror we were introduced to biology , which had awfully complex diagrams that had to be precise.My bio teacher made me slaughter every single diagram atleast ten times(huff). My biology notes are an alibi.

This is perhaps the only reason I did'nt opt for biology in eleventh grade.I still continue to be on my murder spree with bizzare potraits of friends and teachers ( I apoligise for that) when things turn dull in the classroom.

Dance is my second victim.I never took any formal classes for that though(that saved a lot of dance tutors from harrassing sessions of eccentric dancing) . Secret harebrained dancing binges in my room are pretty frequent.Otherwise publicly the most dancing I do is at weddings after insitence by pestering relatives and friends.Even on weddings I don't stay on the dance floor for more than two minutes.They think I'm shy, but folks I don't want to expose my lunatic dance moves in full public view, I'd rather run a mile.I just don't get this thing Why people dance like they are freed prisoners from the jail of pakisan in parties and weddings . Do they like showing off their repulsive dancing?



My most beloved deceased is the music.I definetly enjoy and appreciate good music but when it comes to me singing, I am as good as croaking toad.When I sing music is not the only victim my poor friends are harrased by my vocal cords too , many of them beleive I'm fit enough to seek alms on the city roads ( have you heard those misreable beggars ?)

I even dabbled with guitar long time back , but could'nt recongnise even one of the cords ( those g-minor, g-major thingys) after six long months of practice.I discontinued those classes before my tutor could humiliate and throw me out.My brother thinks I'm one of the singers who make Anu Malik go nuts on Idian Idol auditions.



I don't care what everyone says I still love my BESURA singing, and now I break into freestyle dancing while singing(screaming) Hot and cold by Katy Perry , obviouly the dance show is just for me!!!!!!

A lesson learnt

Never ever play badminton in an algae infested backyard -that's the new lesson I have learnt . After the demand of my pestering brother and because I had nothing better to do , I relucantly agreed to play .In order to prove my mettle as a good player( which I'm not ) I attempted to hit back a rather far flung shot ,landing ( slipping in the most lunatic manner) in the algae infested part of the backyard and brusing my knee badly .
                                                     It bled for an hour and hurts even now and to top it all I can't go swimming, because coach thinks the wound can go bad if exposed  to water *sob*. Now all I can do is the watch friends on my computer or go for a limpy walk!!

I like it Red !!

I use spectales that make me look like a nerd which is a big irony. Somehow I manage to break my specs atleast once a month and therefore I like exprementing , not that a particular style makes me look different.

The glasses break in the most comical ways I once slept with them on  and when I woke up they were gone , the frameless ones  had a more miserable fate getting smashed  under my brother's butt who " accidently " sat on them , that is when I decided to get thick rimmed grandma glasses , which made me look even more geeky and now lay abondaned in the corner of my table.

The frameless ones(i  no longer have)

Two months back I found a really nice one with steel rims , it cost me a fortune ( 1000 bucks is a fortune for me) and a lot of scolding. They looked awesome and made me look less nerdy but they were broken in the most fashionable manner by my six year old cousin who mercilessly twisted them into two halves. I went to the optician who said they were broken beyond repair , I was heartbroken .I went without spectales and with constant headaches for two weeks. My father was really happy to see me without glasses, he likes me that way according I have beautiful eyes ( only parents can think that way).

His bubble of joy was burst when I got the whackiest( according to him) glasses in bright red(in picture). I think they look super cool. Though my dad swears he is going to get a new sensible one very soon ( when he has time) . Guess until then I can carry off these glasses with full tashan and look fumky.These look great with black and red t-shirts , well others i think I have to get another pair.And thankfully I can write my blog now coz without specs its impossible for me to use the computer for a long time.Got any more whacky ideas?? I could do with some before I go to college.

My first!!

Ah!! this is my first blog so I thought it has to be special(atleast for me). I always believed blogs were for the clebreties or for those corporate biggies until I stumbled upon some very amazing ones by some very regular people like me. Reading those made me write one too.

That's not the sole reason of me writing , having nothing to do at all the entire day drove me to it. Atleast it's better than brooding over crappy engineering exam results and waiting for more shocking ones to come your way. Trust me it's very disheartening ( i guess many people have gone through this, everyone isn't Chetan Bhagat ) not to get into the iits or even the college you intended to go after two years (now completely wasted) of being shut up in your room with just physics , maths and chemistry books for company.Phew!! I am so glad I'm past that stage of my life.

Right now I'm focusing on things I missed out in those years - swimming , writing and reading. How good it feels to be in the pool ,having nothing to worry about (atleast for the next two months,that's when i begin with college) or getting to read something apart from your texbooks(my mom made sure that I did'nt get anyothe book for two years).I even read the twilight ,something I was'nt very keen to read ,on the insistence of almost all my friends. They assured it to be even more gripping than the Harry potter , but I don't think so , for me Rowling rules!! I suppose vampires falling in love just don't appeal me much or maybe watching the movie first spoilt the fun of reading.

Now I gotta go and watch Rajneeti, hope it turns out to be good:-)

Cheers!!!