Don't know what's happening to the state affairs here. It has been three years that I have not been able to spend time in Jamshedpur properly. I come as a guest and go. This time, when i came home I was shocked to see the newspaper and also the local news channel- ETV Jharkhand. There have been so many fights, processions, the so called-" danga-fasaad"in the colloquial language. It has been alomost 15 days that I am at home and in this duration there have been, ' bands', thrice. People have been charged by the police who were responsible for violating the decorum of the respective cities in the state. After the formation of Jharkhand there was a ray of hope regarding the progress of the state but now, it seems to be coming down to where it was before.
The other day I had to go to Ranchi for my JNU entrance exam. One day before I read in the newspaper that there was going to be, ' Jharkhand bandh' on 18th. How would I go for the exam?? I was so tensed. Just to avoid problems I had to start off at about 4:AM in the morning but fortunately there was nothing of that sort. I came back safely.
The next day morning when I was hearing the news I found that there was so much of commotion in Ranchi on Monday. There was firing and also many women were hurt who were involved in the procession. I didn't feel like reading the newspaper after that. Every morning I get up and see THIS............
Don't know what is going to happen??
The irony here is that, with all this happening, there are a handful from Jharkhand who have qualified in THE UPSC examination by securing good ranks this time!!!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Monday, May 19, 2008
Jaane tu ….ya Jaane na....
Of late, I don’t have much time to watch television. If at all I do, it is just for some songs in MTV “KickAss” mornings or some songs in the recent Hit list. This song… “Kabhi Kabhi... Aditi hans de...” from the movie Jaane tu... ya Jaane na... is something that I loved at first sight. The video is cute, the song is also good. The music is by the great A.R. Rehman himself and I have good expectations form the others too.
I just can’t keep my eyes off the video. On the whole this movie is something which I will look forward too after long. May be it doesn’t run in the Box office much it will be something I will like.
It somewhere seems to close to my heart. I see my friends there. The punch line that says-“So when do you know its love?” is also considerable. Does anyone know when actually?? It is “Love?
I just can’t keep my eyes off the video. On the whole this movie is something which I will look forward too after long. May be it doesn’t run in the Box office much it will be something I will like.
It somewhere seems to close to my heart. I see my friends there. The punch line that says-“So when do you know its love?” is also considerable. Does anyone know when actually?? It is “Love?
Me and my weirdness
Some of my close friends’ say- ‘I am weird.’
My choice is unique and which something normal people don’t like. I don’t know how many here with have such choices like…
- I love Tropicana orange juice
- Glucon-D orange flavor (it’s my favorite drink) I prefer this more than Coke or Pepsi.
- I like Nimbu pani with extra salt which is generally given to patients.
- I like watery khichidi.( again it’s only meant for sick people)
- I like to mix Coke and fanta and add salt and chaat masala to it and drink. ( which generally normal people don’t like)
- Idli with tomato sauce.
- Karela with dahi.
- I am great fan of Aishwarya Rai and I think people generally don’t like her except for her looks.
- I have this habit of Sleep- Writing.
- At times I cry in those scenes in a movie where people don’t find any emotion like that.
- For e.g.: I like the movie “Kyun! Ho gaya na? It’s not for the actors or the whole story line (by the way there was no story in that) but for something I don’t know about. I am saying this because I was seeing it for the 5th time and still I didn’t feel bored and I don’t even have much time that I can waste it watching a movie like this for the 5th time. Still, I did watch it!!!
- Colors… at times those flashy colors seem to attract me... Like fluorescent green, orange… though they are not a part of my daily usage neither my favorite colors. I get attracted to them.
- I love Multi-tasking. This is an art which people learn because it is essential to manage many things at time in this competitive world.
- Most of the things I do are by ‘taking tension.’ Don’t know when I will learn to be calm!
I don’t think it’s that weird as I feel there will be at least someone who has such choices.
People around me also think that my choice of the so called
‘Special friends’ is generally weird. I can’t say much on this as certain people whom I consider a lot turn out to be ‘The Weird’ ones in the eyes of my so called ‘ Normal friends’.
Some call me an ‘Alien’ also as there are certain feelings which ‘Humans’ don’t have.
Contradicting all these views I still feel that I have my own unique choice and they turn out to be the best in some way or the other but if I put myself in the shoes of the others I think I can call myself weird. It’s actually exciting for me as it is another discovery that I made. I got a reason that I can laugh thinking about my own self.
But… as the saying goes...- “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. My choice is beauty to my eyes.
I think you would all agree to it. Everyone loves their own style no matter how much we try to improve ourselves or try to even copy someone.
My choice is unique and which something normal people don’t like. I don’t know how many here with have such choices like…
- I love Tropicana orange juice
- Glucon-D orange flavor (it’s my favorite drink) I prefer this more than Coke or Pepsi.
- I like Nimbu pani with extra salt which is generally given to patients.
- I like watery khichidi.( again it’s only meant for sick people)
- I like to mix Coke and fanta and add salt and chaat masala to it and drink. ( which generally normal people don’t like)
- Idli with tomato sauce.
- Karela with dahi.
- I am great fan of Aishwarya Rai and I think people generally don’t like her except for her looks.
- I have this habit of Sleep- Writing.
- At times I cry in those scenes in a movie where people don’t find any emotion like that.
- For e.g.: I like the movie “Kyun! Ho gaya na? It’s not for the actors or the whole story line (by the way there was no story in that) but for something I don’t know about. I am saying this because I was seeing it for the 5th time and still I didn’t feel bored and I don’t even have much time that I can waste it watching a movie like this for the 5th time. Still, I did watch it!!!
- Colors… at times those flashy colors seem to attract me... Like fluorescent green, orange… though they are not a part of my daily usage neither my favorite colors. I get attracted to them.
- I love Multi-tasking. This is an art which people learn because it is essential to manage many things at time in this competitive world.
- Most of the things I do are by ‘taking tension.’ Don’t know when I will learn to be calm!
I don’t think it’s that weird as I feel there will be at least someone who has such choices.
People around me also think that my choice of the so called
‘Special friends’ is generally weird. I can’t say much on this as certain people whom I consider a lot turn out to be ‘The Weird’ ones in the eyes of my so called ‘ Normal friends’.
Some call me an ‘Alien’ also as there are certain feelings which ‘Humans’ don’t have.
Contradicting all these views I still feel that I have my own unique choice and they turn out to be the best in some way or the other but if I put myself in the shoes of the others I think I can call myself weird. It’s actually exciting for me as it is another discovery that I made. I got a reason that I can laugh thinking about my own self.
But… as the saying goes...- “Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”. My choice is beauty to my eyes.
I think you would all agree to it. Everyone loves their own style no matter how much we try to improve ourselves or try to even copy someone.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
My first crush…
If someone asks me who was my first crush ; I need some time to think as I really get confused as to when I realized that the feeling I had for someone was just a “ CRUSH”.
I was watching a T.V show- “ Ye Shaam Mastani” in Sony where Shaan was singing all his favorite numbers; right from his debut movie album – “ Pyaar mein Kabhi Kabhi”( Musu Musu haansi…) and Woh pehli baar.. These songs were my favorite since then. It was then, when something clicked. I realized that Sanjay Suri was my first crush. I started liking him after watching this movie. Of course he is still one of my crushes (long lasting crush). He made his debut in this movie and also my favorite singer Shaan. There was yet another thing I found out, the music for this movie was given by Vishal of the ( Vishal- Shekhar ) duo who happen to be once again one of my favorite music-directors’. It was Vishal’s debut music album too. Now, this was a perfect combination. These 3 still happen to be someone who can drive me crazy.
I was watching a T.V show- “ Ye Shaam Mastani” in Sony where Shaan was singing all his favorite numbers; right from his debut movie album – “ Pyaar mein Kabhi Kabhi”( Musu Musu haansi…) and Woh pehli baar.. These songs were my favorite since then. It was then, when something clicked. I realized that Sanjay Suri was my first crush. I started liking him after watching this movie. Of course he is still one of my crushes (long lasting crush). He made his debut in this movie and also my favorite singer Shaan. There was yet another thing I found out, the music for this movie was given by Vishal of the ( Vishal- Shekhar ) duo who happen to be once again one of my favorite music-directors’. It was Vishal’s debut music album too. Now, this was a perfect combination. These 3 still happen to be someone who can drive me crazy.
Am I obsessed???
Er...er...er... There’s nothing much to worry. I’m neither obsessed with someone nor with love.
I feel that I am OBSESSED OF WRITING.
Anywhere, anything...When, my mind works. I generally carry a pen and paper with me wherever I go; if I don’t have I manage to get one. It is based on what’s going in my mind because I can’t keep things inside... it has to come out some way or the other. Either I talk or I write. Writing helps me when I don’t have someone around who understands me. If not a pen and paper then I have my mobile in hand. If not a write-up then possibly a ‘Shayari’. Of late this habit is becoming too much I feel. Even if I have a small chit I need to write something in that. Be it the library, railway station, hospital or in the auto rickshaw. People watching me were wondering as to what I was writing so fast. It was just that I was getting so much in my mind at a time that I needed to write.
I was in the hospital with my grandmother for 2 days and I started writing there too. People around kept looking at me quizzically and someone even came and asked me as to what I was writing. I didn’t know how to explain? I just said, “I am studying something.” Even my mom wonders what I write but never bothers to ask me much. That’s how she is as she has been seeing this since when I myself don’t know??? She keeps kidding and says one thing, “What do you write so much I don’t know? If you go at this rate you can write a thesis I think. Interested in doing PhD?”
Seeing the way I write, I remember my school days when we had to write at least 4-5 pages for an essay or a story. That time I somehow managed to fill those pages and reach the word limit. 4 pages seemed such a big thing for me. This was my condition when I was in the 11th and 12th standard. I used to feel bugged while writing. Even in board exams I felt bored but now these 4-5 pages seem nothing to me.
That’s another progress in my writing skill and I have got people who encourage me to write. As a writer I can write well in English and Hindi only but I would love to learn some more and write, at least start writing in my mother tongue which seems to be a very difficult task for me even now.
Writing is my passion and my latest obsession… Hope this passion remains alive forever as it is my savior in times of distress.
I feel that I am OBSESSED OF WRITING.
Anywhere, anything...When, my mind works. I generally carry a pen and paper with me wherever I go; if I don’t have I manage to get one. It is based on what’s going in my mind because I can’t keep things inside... it has to come out some way or the other. Either I talk or I write. Writing helps me when I don’t have someone around who understands me. If not a pen and paper then I have my mobile in hand. If not a write-up then possibly a ‘Shayari’. Of late this habit is becoming too much I feel. Even if I have a small chit I need to write something in that. Be it the library, railway station, hospital or in the auto rickshaw. People watching me were wondering as to what I was writing so fast. It was just that I was getting so much in my mind at a time that I needed to write.
I was in the hospital with my grandmother for 2 days and I started writing there too. People around kept looking at me quizzically and someone even came and asked me as to what I was writing. I didn’t know how to explain? I just said, “I am studying something.” Even my mom wonders what I write but never bothers to ask me much. That’s how she is as she has been seeing this since when I myself don’t know??? She keeps kidding and says one thing, “What do you write so much I don’t know? If you go at this rate you can write a thesis I think. Interested in doing PhD?”
Seeing the way I write, I remember my school days when we had to write at least 4-5 pages for an essay or a story. That time I somehow managed to fill those pages and reach the word limit. 4 pages seemed such a big thing for me. This was my condition when I was in the 11th and 12th standard. I used to feel bugged while writing. Even in board exams I felt bored but now these 4-5 pages seem nothing to me.
That’s another progress in my writing skill and I have got people who encourage me to write. As a writer I can write well in English and Hindi only but I would love to learn some more and write, at least start writing in my mother tongue which seems to be a very difficult task for me even now.
Writing is my passion and my latest obsession… Hope this passion remains alive forever as it is my savior in times of distress.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Set on yet another journey……..
It was 10:PM. I was in Chennai Central(6-5-2008),standing outside my train. I had arranged my luggage in my place and had come down to have a cup of coffee. As soon as I came down I saw many VITians , all familiar faces moving here and there searching for a good place to eat. Whoever passed, just smiled. One of my juniors asked me’ “ Kya didi? Ho gaye na 3 saal poore?? Masti na??”
I just didn’t know what to say. I caressed her on her head and said, “ Meri padhai abhi poori nahi hui . Mere liye zindagi ke aur kayi mushkil padaav hain.” I spoke these lines and I realized how difficult it was to accept this. I was going to miss everything… I had already started feeling a lot. May be I land in the same college but the same atmosphere won’t be there. I might be walking past the same road, same corridor but without my friends, who made my 3 years so wonderful. I had learnt so much, come up as an individual, as a human being and I had got to learn the way to live life.. There is yet another journey ready for me.
Since then I started feeling that every little thing I do, I feel like expressing it. I was listening to songs , watching T.V, observing people and the very next moment I would think of sharing it with my close friends but none of them were around. It was just distance. Every moment I remembered them. Each one for his/her own way… It was very difficult for me then… Movies, music, gossip, my information which I used to share often with my friends, everything seemed so much within me. How could I share everything with mom and dad??? God!! Three years of college life… It was terrible to be like that. I tried to keep myself busy but those golden moments brought tears into my eyes. I was just quiet. I knew I had to accept all this and life will move on but how could one stop thinking of someone who changed my life???? People come and go but there are some who have a great impact in our lives that we can’t stop thinking of them.
I was missing “ My Angel in Disguise”.
I had a whole lot of topics which were occupying my mind. I didn’t have time but whenever I felt like expressing I did. I had no other platform except my pen and paper. My diary that would be so handy . It was something that would be there with me always. Something I owned and a place where I could say anything.. Some form of support in those times when no one was around. I just heaved a sigh of relief. I was feeling a lot better after writing and I just Thank God for giving me one such way of expression which gave me confidence. There are so many who can’t express their thoughts and find it difficult when they do not have someone around but I am still so lucky that I am able to express myself. This is my biggest asset and God’s Gift!! Thanks to my mom and dad and all my teachers who taught me to read and write…. It’s a privilege .
I just didn’t know what to say. I caressed her on her head and said, “ Meri padhai abhi poori nahi hui . Mere liye zindagi ke aur kayi mushkil padaav hain.” I spoke these lines and I realized how difficult it was to accept this. I was going to miss everything… I had already started feeling a lot. May be I land in the same college but the same atmosphere won’t be there. I might be walking past the same road, same corridor but without my friends, who made my 3 years so wonderful. I had learnt so much, come up as an individual, as a human being and I had got to learn the way to live life.. There is yet another journey ready for me.
Since then I started feeling that every little thing I do, I feel like expressing it. I was listening to songs , watching T.V, observing people and the very next moment I would think of sharing it with my close friends but none of them were around. It was just distance. Every moment I remembered them. Each one for his/her own way… It was very difficult for me then… Movies, music, gossip, my information which I used to share often with my friends, everything seemed so much within me. How could I share everything with mom and dad??? God!! Three years of college life… It was terrible to be like that. I tried to keep myself busy but those golden moments brought tears into my eyes. I was just quiet. I knew I had to accept all this and life will move on but how could one stop thinking of someone who changed my life???? People come and go but there are some who have a great impact in our lives that we can’t stop thinking of them.
I was missing “ My Angel in Disguise”.
I had a whole lot of topics which were occupying my mind. I didn’t have time but whenever I felt like expressing I did. I had no other platform except my pen and paper. My diary that would be so handy . It was something that would be there with me always. Something I owned and a place where I could say anything.. Some form of support in those times when no one was around. I just heaved a sigh of relief. I was feeling a lot better after writing and I just Thank God for giving me one such way of expression which gave me confidence. There are so many who can’t express their thoughts and find it difficult when they do not have someone around but I am still so lucky that I am able to express myself. This is my biggest asset and God’s Gift!! Thanks to my mom and dad and all my teachers who taught me to read and write…. It’s a privilege .
Sleep - Writing.
Ah!!! The topic itself sounds funny. All must have heard of sleep- walking, sleep-talking but no one has heard of sleep writing. Well….to make it clear, this one of those unique qualities which I discovered in myself. It was the second semester in college... we were having the Molecular Biology class (Dhanashekharan sir) or D.D as we used to call him used to teach us. I, Aashi and Mayu were his favorites. We were made to sit in the first bench in all his classes. Somehow, we enjoyed his teaching a lot. The amount of knowledge we gained from him still accounts for my strong base in Mol Bio.
We were being taught about the Loop/ Rolling Circle mechanism of Replication and he was teaching about the (Single Stranded Binding Protein or SSB). I was damn sleepy that day and it was the morning class. We’ve heard of students sitting and sleeping in the first bench but my case was different. I was sitting and sleeping in the first bench with my pen in hand and it was also moving. Somewhere a faint voice of D.D sir was ringing in my mind while I was sleeping and my hand kept moving. I didn’t know what I was writing and what I was listening. This was such a slow and calm process that I didn’t realize that I was actually writing in sleep.
Suddenly, I was woken up by Mayu and Aashi who just brushed their elbows on my shoulder and said,” Archu, get up. Uth jaa . Sir dekh rahe hain.”
Ah!! I was wide awake, I just woke up as if I was out of some dream. I had had a good sleep. It can be called as a mini-nap also as it lasted only for 3-4 minutes. Then I saw that these 2 girls were laughing at me pointed towards my notebook. I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look. I had actually written what all sir had taught but the funny part was, nothing was proper. Three lines were written on top of the other and then I had written Single Stranded Bus Stand in place of SSB protein. After that my pen had stopped at a point. There was a dot with scribbling on the same area. My pen had moved just like the patterns shown by the heart beat recorded in an ECG. This was amazing!! I had never experienced this … I joined these 2 girls and started laughing. Sir had left class by then. It was a matter of fun for everyone in my hostel.
Things were pretty normal after this incident. Each semester there had to be one class where I used to do this “ Sleep-Writing”. It was nothing decided but very spontaneous. The same thing happened in the next semester in Clinical Bio Chem. class, 4th semester in Genetics class, 5th Semester ( Nothing. Thanks to the faculty)I didn’t sleep, 6th semester in the Environmental Biotech class. My notebooks are still preserved and I cannot do away with them. They are worth a hearty laugh .
My sleep writing habit continues and I generally do this sitting in the front bench when I am right in front of the teacher. I can write the craziest things when I am sleeping like this. Should I call myself asleep, awake in the mind or half asleep…??? I don’t know!
Must ask a psychologist…but must tell u it’s a great part of my life. What I write when I am in such a state is generally something out of the world and irrelevant to the topic of my concern.
It is not restricted to writing alone but also seen in text messages(SMS). I have typed all weird things and sent. My poor friends who had to bear with my, while-in-sleep messages. The next day I get up, check my sent message box…. I laugh at myself and also get embarrassed. Then I realize that I’ve got great friends around who bear with me and the one who gets to see this the maximum time is all greater!!
We were being taught about the Loop/ Rolling Circle mechanism of Replication and he was teaching about the (Single Stranded Binding Protein or SSB). I was damn sleepy that day and it was the morning class. We’ve heard of students sitting and sleeping in the first bench but my case was different. I was sitting and sleeping in the first bench with my pen in hand and it was also moving. Somewhere a faint voice of D.D sir was ringing in my mind while I was sleeping and my hand kept moving. I didn’t know what I was writing and what I was listening. This was such a slow and calm process that I didn’t realize that I was actually writing in sleep.
Suddenly, I was woken up by Mayu and Aashi who just brushed their elbows on my shoulder and said,” Archu, get up. Uth jaa . Sir dekh rahe hain.”
Ah!! I was wide awake, I just woke up as if I was out of some dream. I had had a good sleep. It can be called as a mini-nap also as it lasted only for 3-4 minutes. Then I saw that these 2 girls were laughing at me pointed towards my notebook. I rubbed my eyes and took a closer look. I had actually written what all sir had taught but the funny part was, nothing was proper. Three lines were written on top of the other and then I had written Single Stranded Bus Stand in place of SSB protein. After that my pen had stopped at a point. There was a dot with scribbling on the same area. My pen had moved just like the patterns shown by the heart beat recorded in an ECG. This was amazing!! I had never experienced this … I joined these 2 girls and started laughing. Sir had left class by then. It was a matter of fun for everyone in my hostel.
Things were pretty normal after this incident. Each semester there had to be one class where I used to do this “ Sleep-Writing”. It was nothing decided but very spontaneous. The same thing happened in the next semester in Clinical Bio Chem. class, 4th semester in Genetics class, 5th Semester ( Nothing. Thanks to the faculty)I didn’t sleep, 6th semester in the Environmental Biotech class. My notebooks are still preserved and I cannot do away with them. They are worth a hearty laugh .
My sleep writing habit continues and I generally do this sitting in the front bench when I am right in front of the teacher. I can write the craziest things when I am sleeping like this. Should I call myself asleep, awake in the mind or half asleep…??? I don’t know!
Must ask a psychologist…but must tell u it’s a great part of my life. What I write when I am in such a state is generally something out of the world and irrelevant to the topic of my concern.
It is not restricted to writing alone but also seen in text messages(SMS). I have typed all weird things and sent. My poor friends who had to bear with my, while-in-sleep messages. The next day I get up, check my sent message box…. I laugh at myself and also get embarrassed. Then I realize that I’ve got great friends around who bear with me and the one who gets to see this the maximum time is all greater!!
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