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Thursday, July 22, 2010

I'm a Klutz with a capital K!!

I haven’t updated in 2 weeks (I had no idea, until one of my friends was kind enough to point this out). Apart from being so busy that I’m practically disabled.... I didn’t have anything to write about. Even today I don’t have anything much, but to keep my journal *ahem* *ahem* alive, I’m posting today. So I thought today I will enlighten you more about me.

Clumsiness is one of the best words to describe me. Call it my brilliance or others blindness, people don’t often associate clumsy to me. I will give u a few instances that prove that I deserve to be a strong contender on the list of top klutz in the world.

This one is very recent. It actually happened today. We had our annual award function today (with no music or dance or anything remotely cultural or colourful, I might as well add, so that you don’t get the wrong picture ;-)). I won the first prize in an elocution competition. I don’t think you can call it a prize because a) there were a total of six contenders. b) out of all of them I was the only one who spoke for 6 minutes. Anyway, that’s besides the point. So my name was called. I was pre-warned that the stage is a temporary one (a bunch of writing desks were put together that was covered with a rug) so I might want to be extra careful while climbing. The rug wasn’t smooth either. So there was 100 % chance of me tripping and falling. I trip on my own foot and fall down on a perfectly smooth, flat surface. So this dais was a killer in my eyes. I was careful not to step too hard on the bench and not to trip on the rug. Plus I had to remember to smile. With all these pre-occupation I climbed up and made it to the dignitaries without any major mishap. When the chief guest handed over the shield, he wasn’t really looking where he was giving. Neither was I. I some how managed to hold onto my certificate, but dropped the shield. My slow reflexes kicked in and I tried to grab it before it hit the floor. That was probably a very big mistake. The shield slipped from my hands a second time, as though it was being pulled away from me by a repulsive force. It hit on my knees and ricocheted. After a chaotic 30 seconds, in which I was groping around everybody’s legs and the dignitaries looking nervously around as though expecting a rat to jump up into their pants, I finally found the damn thing lodged in between my principal’s legs. Amidst raucous laughing and heightened embarrassment I finally walked down the dais without falling. My great achievement of not falling down on a dangerously slippery surface was marred by the debacle of prize receiving.

The other day, there was a power shut down at my place since morning. That meant the inverter was drained out. I had assignments and 4 test the following day. So I decided to go downstairs (I live in the first floor and my grand parents stay in the ground floor) and do my work. The inverter there still had some power left in it and I decided to use it to my benefit. It was dark of course, and I didn’t know that the staircase was wet and slippery. Apparently my sister had spilled water and she never bothered to clean up. I was loaded with books and stationary and wasn’t looking where I was walking. As u would have guessed I slipped and went down the flight of stairs. The funniest and weirdest part was that it took me almost a couple of minutes to realise that I have fallen down. One second I was upright and then the next I was tumbling down and finally found myself at the foot of the stairs. I had a badly broken ankle and even managed to scrap my knees. Needless to say I took leave the next day and faced hell at college. My parents a re still amazed at my ability to fall down at will. My friends think I’m hilarious. And I think I’m a Klutz with a capital K!!

These are just a few real life experiences of mine that I thought would make you all laugh. Its always best to poke fun at yourself rather that give a chance to others. 


Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Twist in the birthday

This is isn’t anything big. I just celebrated my birthday. Only it was a surprise celebration planned by three of my very good friends. They payed an unannounced visit to my house and we had a good time chatting and teasing each other. I got a call or a message from most people that I expected to remember my birthday. I got a few gifts too. The best one was from my brother like friend who gave me a book title 50 reasons why girls are awesome. Its a facts book that high light how much women have contributed to the society. He isn’t much of a book person, but when he came across that book, it apparently reminded him of me. And so he thought birthday would be perfect occasion to gift it to me. Anyway, I wasn’t planning much for my birthday. But it always feels good to get a surprise on your special day!

Sunday, July 04, 2010

The Dancing Me!


Looong time no see.... So here I'm with nothing very exciting, but some happy snaps and some not-so-happy incidents. As is the procedure, I'll get on with the not-so-happy incidents.
First of all college started. So yeah, now I am in second year of the wretched engineering course, on the upside I’M A SENIOR NOW and one year of purgatory is over. On the downside, there is still three more years left. Also the second year syllabus is damn tough. I almost fainted glancing at the syllabus and course plan. And to add to the burden there are new rules in the college. Like, we, the students, should have the detailed course plan written neatly in our class work notes. We’ll be given tutorial sheets for every unit for which internal marks will be allotted. There are five unit tests, that need to be compulsorily conducted. And of course no holidays or even half working days on Saturdays.

Seriously though, what do I have to do with the course plan? Its for the staffs’ convenience. Its kind of their timetable. We spent the first day of college writing those stupid course plans for all seven periods.

It doesn’t stop their either. For this second year, I’m the CLASS REPRESENTATIVE (CR). And no this is not something of which I’m proud. I detest being a CR, not because I don’t like responsibilities or duties or any thing. I’m not exactly new to all these. I have my own fair shares of being a class monitor at school. May be I should make it more clear, I detest being a CR in this college. I can shoulder all responsibilities and stuffs, its the scoldings that I can’t seem to take it with a closed mouth. But I guess I need to get on with it and make the most of it while I can. Of course the possibilities seem quite dull to me too.

And then the syllabus of this semester. Its specifically designed to kill us, slowly, in the most torturous way possible. Well there can be no other explanation for having three papers solely dedicated to mathematics. I just can’t believe that god could hate me to this extent! May be this what they call serving the karma.

So on to the happy incidents. I DANCED yesterday....after a looooong time too, I might add. And it felt great to perform. And JIPMER auditorium is a treat for any performer. But yesterday, it wasn’t that good, especially the lighting. I’ll upload a few snaps of those happy moments! 

 Yeah, I know some of the snaps aren't very good. Blame it either on the poor lighting of the auditorium or the poor zooming capacity of my digital camera! Either way, I'm not at fault.
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