Jingle Bell Jingle Bell:)

This post needs to be kept really short. Otherwise i would be cursed by my neighbor and in turn i would curse my brother. My dear blogdosts, i am back home and enjoying the "vella time". The extent of vellapanti is no access to internet too. I think it has the positive side if you have an eye for it. And i think i have found one for myself. The day looks llooonnngggg. Moms food taste heavenly, hyd looks gorgeous seriously, and the cold nights look embracing. So, here is what i am doing : I have always longed but unable to watch the collection of "must watch hollywood movies". I am too laid back when it comes to hollywood. I have always been a real bollywood buff. Thanks to my friends, i have the collection of many of them lying idle on my laptop and i am hoping to finish most of them by the end of vacation. 

Merry Christmas:)

It's special today. Yayaya. This time of the year always have a positive aura around you. Is it really so or we have been accustomed to is a different thing. Santa is around me round the year. And i would like to thank every single being around me for making this year one of those that shall have its mark throughout. The list is endless.


> First thanks giving to my dearest family and God. Nothing need to be said against this.


> There is no life without friends atleast for me - A big hug to Gem(although ur my bro i prefer to put you on this list), Nits, SBG, 3 Idiots, Chillar Party, khushboo, , , , 


> A bigger thanks to all my blogdosts because this year you all became a part of my life. And i must share, my year wouldn't have been so memorable without finding you all on my journey. Blog writing has become one of the most inevitable part of my life.And it wouldn't be so without your support and encouragement.


Don't know how far i havekept it short..:) But i need to rush now. Also thank you neighbors - For being my part time santa otherwise i wouldn't be able to post this today..:)


Merryyy Merryyy Christmas to one and All..:):):)Enjoiiessss and yeah! Break All The Rules!!!


Cheers

Exam Blues and Wonderful Thoughts

Sounds like oxymoron? Give a deeper thought. Before, I use to long for exams to get over, for the fun-filled holidays to start. Now I wait to get back home. Although it’s only a week away, it looks long. All to be blamed is “End term Exams”. I am here, waiting eagerly to get on the other side. How I wish, I close my eyes and there comes the 22^nd morning and I am home. Well, I guess it’s only one of the very few thoughts you get before exam. 

Here is a collection of more of what happens before exams:

HAHA...The only book we are aware of!

Never Again!!!

1. It starts with a startling thought of “Agli baar pehle se padhai karunga/karungi”. For my English readers, “I shall study beforehand from next time”.

2. Insomniac persons suddenly become sleep addicted.

3.  All of a sudden you start seeing (noticing) many  friends online on FB or Gtalk, and the time seems too little and you curse the exams.

4. You set targets of syllabus followed by breaks and want latter to become never-ending. Clock should miraculously start losing time..:)

5. You have put up an alarm of early morning. You get up at night, check time, and it shows you still have 2hrs to sleep. Nothing can match the happiness of the moment.

6. Your love towards Nature - clouds, sunsets, moon rise and mountains seem to be growing multi – fold. You wish how you had all time in the world to admire the creation of nature.

7. There is a curiosity development for strange things like newspaper articles, subject videos, sensex and what not. And it all disappears soon after the exam.

8. Dusting room, arranging cupboard, going to gym, going through friend’s feedback about you in class during ppts – All become so enthralling.

9. With a booklet of 50 pages in your hand, you decide to focus and finish within a deadline. You read few pages, and the mind flight takes off to the dreamland of holidays. I want to go here, shop this, eat this, play that and an hour is gone.

10. Lastly, God starts receiving more and more bribes for favours ranging from easy paper, good seating arrangement to exam cancellation.

Aftermath: 

Studied concentric is too high?

Never thought about it..? Well there could be lot more with you:)

Signing - off now. Keep enjoying blogdosts.

  

An opportunity Lost

 Is education a myth today? Has today’s educational system become a commercial business? Is it no more than any other business whose final shore is to make profits? This thing has taken me aback one more time and this time to a deeper extent.

A check needed?

Today’s institutions sell their degrees on the basis of large 6digit, 7digit numbers and not on the basis of knowledge. They distinguish themselves on the basis of infrastructure, posh automated systems in place, luxurious hostel rooms and sometimes go to the least extent of bragging students by providing free laptops. They promise to educate the students to creatively fool (“Jugaad” being the c-word) others and do the same in turn to the students of their own college.

It's all the number game..

It starts from the central of the entire system,     from the dean of the college to the security guard outside the main gate. Everyone wants to earn green but show their system as “going the green way”. Every one considers themselves to be the central stakeholder whose interest should be taken care of. And on the way forget their real stakeholder “students”.

Anything is possible!

Faculties have forgotten the “purity” that is needed to take on the job of being a “guru”.  The word “academician” is no less than “black magician” who can cast every possible wrong spell on you. Nowhere does the word “credibility” come into picture when it should be the epicentre of all. The shady picture of the system has its roots stretched till the deepest clay of soil. Say it the attendance system, say it the grading system, say it way of conducting exams, or say it the way of setting exam paper. Or for that matter, the syllabus to be taught to the students is decided more on the basis of convenience than requirement.

And then you have one gem amongst all, who by mistake falls into the trap or rather prefer the trap to change the things. But when you have one climbing the ladder, there are 10’s of others waiting for that opportunity to put you down.  These are two mutually exclusive sets. Either you can be on good terms with the few members on panel or be the ray of light of those 100’s of students who need a helping hand. While there are many to show the “dirty road”, it takes something to be on the other side. But it is not all that easy. Each time you make a small attempt to improve the system,  you are pushed aside to the possibility of going out of sight. You try and retry, and from all I have come across, either the system throws you out or you prefer to walk out of the system. And I pity those institutes who discards the once in a lifetime opportunity of rewinding the steps.

Either ways

This is my channel of putting across the emotions of a dear friend, who called me yesterday evening, while I was busy admiring the lunar eclipse.  Although the shadow of earth went past the moon post 9:30pm, it left a shadow on my thinking, my life, my approach.  

10-12-2011

P.S: It's not that students are not to be blamed.But who started the vicious circle..?

Close to Heart....:--) Contd.....

The new home was more close to Nature. The girl lived in a pent house as bubbly as the child. It had a terrace as big as the entire house or the house was as small as the terrace..:) The sunrise from the balcony made her days cheerful. She longed the entire day to get back home from school to watch the sunset and follow the pattern. The first milestone of her career (10^th std) crossed with ease in the lap of nature. What she didn’t realise was the fact that the same place shall be sharing many such milestones hence forth. It was just the beginning. She enjoyed spreading her carpet on the terrace with books around her, sky over head, birds chirping and sun setting or rising. She soon became an ardent lover of morning walks and yoga on the terrace.

Day came when she started going to college. Radio became her next best friend after the loneliness brought in to her with restrictions. A girl full of on road activities now started loving music. When she first realised her fall to first crush, she felt an adrenaline rush. Avoiding the disclosure to any, soon she figured out it to be a passing phase.

The Angelic Home!!!

The home had a charm that always offered something worthwhile. Not only the girl, but her family too longed to get back home after day’s work, college, market or vacation. The pleasing nights with moon light spreading its warmth over her beautiful home, kept fears and tensions at a bay. The first step in the house made anyone smile. The girl felt to be a part of angelic palace so close to nature, trees, birds and God.

Rainy days meant lot of water sweeping in front of the house, which gave an opportunity to play in water. Sitting at the door, watching water splashing with mug of coffee in hand, made hours run like seconds. While god washed terrace, it was duty of the God’s child to wash it during summers. Throwing water on the terrace, sometimes on herself, sometimes on people around her, she soon started finding a world within her. A world of endless happiness and a world ruled by her, her thoughts and her beliefs. The nights of “summers” were “The Best”. Everyone she knew, would complain of sleepless nights due to hot temperatures, trying to get some sleep with help of “so-called breeze” of A/C. she always felt proud in saying, that she sleeps under the sky with the nature’s cool breeze cuddling her to the glory till the eyes blinked and blinked and the mind went off to the dream world. She recollects the same today with the song of “summers of 69”, “Those were the best days of my life”.

 :) :) :)

Graduation brought lot of fun and friends of lifetime to the princess. Best things always happened to her. And here she was with a set of friends, who let her rediscover, herself, her child hood, which she had lost for some time. There she was again, with naughtiness hidden behind sparkling eyes, playing pranks, teasing couples, getting into trouble with experiments of adventure. This time she rediscovered herself, rediscovered not to lose herself again. She has always been thankful to those special friends.

Now was the time, to make her dream come true. An aspiration, of doing MBA. Home and family provided the support. Throughout this, the talks of purchasing an own house were close to getting final. Both were the dreams that were nurtured since long. While dream of MBA faced failure once, the dream of “A Place Called Home” required the biggest, most desirous, yet most sensible decision of their lives. Both came true simultaneously.

Moon lit night!!!

It was the month of June 2011, when “The Journey was about to begin”. (Ref: Post of 8^th june). The moment her bags lay packed, the entire world went round with thoughts of never being able to set them back in the same lovely home. There she was, standing in a place, where she crossed rather faced the most important milestones and the same shall not be there to share the fruits of happiness that shall be coming thereafter. She forced herself to feel the pride of owing a house, but no good words pacified her emotions of leaving “Her Dream Home”.

Nov 2011, she left everything on campus, to get back home. It was the time family was celebrating the long waited ownership. She smiled with them. Her eyes became moist, as she saw the happiness with which “her best couple” of “mom-dad” sat down for the Grah Pravesh pooja. She knew the reason why she was there. While everyone was busy celebrating and desirous to spend the first night at the new home, she preferred to bid adieu to her “Angelic pent house”. She did so, thanking the place for all the comfort, strength and happiness that it provided throughout. She smiled at the moonlight over the home while she took a last walk on the terrace.

The ray of hope that one day....:)

Exactly 20 days later, the family is celebrating the “much hyped” success of their daughter on campus. She is eagerly waiting to get back to Hyd in another 20days, assured of taking the road to the “angelic house” first by mistake. This is in no way a tribute to her home, for it would be too small a one to be considered so. “Aashirwad” – the name of old (as well as new home), shall always be remembered as one of the many invisible hands in defining the personality of the girl. And she secretly dreams to make that place her’s forever one day.

Close to Heart....:--)

The story is of a kid and the world through her eyes. A kid who always hid behind her mumma.  She refused to go to anyone and everyone who wanted to cuddle her in their arms including her father. A kid who walked down to the school alone. Turned back just to have the comfort of mumma watching her from the balcony. A kid whose saviour was her elder brother whenever she was troubled by remaining cousins. A kid who was afraid to come down to the first floor with the fear of grand - mother. She was the same until she was 5.

Things changed when the family moved out of joint family. A lane close to the new school, an undeveloped locality, became her new home. A small locality with hardly few people settled made her explore the surrounding and herself. She let herself free from the hassles of fear. Soon she found new friends in neighbourhood. Now she walked to the school happily with them. Played, studied, fought, learnt, walked, and slept with them. She made friends with not just kids. People living around welcomed her always. She hopped from house to house in summer vacation. Innocent enough to sit inside a mechanic shop watching TV, playing and running with guys in the lane, fighting in the midst of the road, she was known by all. She loved her life.

She watched more and more people coming and settling in the locality. She enjoyed herself right with a 2 months baby in the neighbourhood, watchman next door to the bhajans of the old dadis living the neighbourhood.  While she laughed with everyone, she was the one most missed when someone left the society. She cried too when her best friends left her and settled in their own house. That was the day she realised the difference between a rented and an own house. Everyone was happy in their family except the kids (girl’s friends). Just like her they too could not understand the happiness behind owning a house.

Soon she became old enough to start cycling. When her brother was gifted a cycle, she was determined to learn the big cycle directly. She did so although without hurting herself much. But in turn, her elder brother who got taught her got memories of her learning cycle in the form of scratches, sprains and stitches. (Kidding with the last one).

Years started and ended and soon the girl became matured enough where few restrictions started being enforced on her. She hated her life, she disliked being grown up. She was stopped from staying on the roads, roaming after the school got over, cycling in the lane late in the night etc. She missed the fun of a free bird. But as the time passed by se accepted the rules of nature and society. And a day came when her family started to talk about changing the house. She always disliked the conversation and prayed for not liking the house that mom-dad went to see.

God can never deny a child’s wish. After almost a year of search for a new house, vacancy came right next to the house she lived in. That was the same barren place which she saw getting developed and occupied by a big three-storey independent bungalow. The watchman, with whom she played, the bhaiyyas with whom she burst crackers, flew kites and went for rides. They welcomed the family and she loved being in the same locality. That was the day she felt the love of God being closest to her and ever since then her faith has never blinked.

P.S: To be continued…….

It's 11-11-11

Once in 100 years

It happens once in 100 years. They always have something that catches me on and i have been following it since 2001. Every year i feel that day to be special and myself to be special enough to experience it. Though next year shall be the last, this year, now that i have started writing, it is imperative to share this special feeling with you all. 


 Got done with the mid terms just two days back. Life seems to be running at a super pace. It was amazing to be back at home for the most awaited celebrations. Every moment of it was worth missing the any damn most important thing. More to write on it in the next post.  


Then back from home, had to immediately switch gears from the most pampered days to toiling hard work. Managed to get done with exams with fairly decent performance. 

Its time to watch RK!

RoxxxStar!!!

Yes this day is special for one of the very crazy reason this year. And you might find it crazy if i say the reason is "Rockstar". Yes!!!I am a RK fan..:)I have been waiting for it every since i saw the first promo in july. I remember talking to my brother about the movie and regret of not being able to watch this movie together. We both always loved each other's company. We watched all AK's and RK's movies together. We made it every time with the least chance of getting the tickets. Still we promised each other to watch it again on the first day. This time in two different places, still together. 


Open to new adventures, i am excited for the first movie with "Friends" here. It is not that i haven't been since i came here, but it was at the time and with people.......In short it was too formal. This movie is my way of thanking all who made my 21st B'day a memorable one by showing them a movie of my "Rockstar".Haha. I know that is dominance but isn't that the leverage you enjoy in friendship..? 




P.S: Thank you my blog dost neha - Live rather than exist. You made my this special day all the more special with your gift..:)

Dream coming true..!

Nothing but Pictures are going to define this post!!! 

The place where the dream has come true:)

P.S: Back home for wonderful celebrations just 3 days before mid terms. The visit is worth more than anything:)


3rd Nov - Grah Pravesh

The door Opens:)