The Mystery Man..

I met someone a month ago, who is still a mystery to me. I may not be very good at figuring out people. But this man is beyond anybody’s comprehension. He is so bloody intriguing at times, that it is creepy.

He is tall, dark and handsome. His long hands and perfect stride catches everybody’s attention. His black and bewitching eyes misses nothing. His alluring smile and witty words mesmerizes his listeners. And to top it all he is omnipresent. He has a knack of catching you at the wrong time and wrong place, correctly. He appears out of thin air behind your back exactly when you are cracking a joke about him. Unlike everybody else, he catches you at your wrong act and lets you go free without any punishment. The bottom line is ‘You are being watched!’. It is more than enough to drive you crazy. I have been watching my back every time I even think of him, afraid that he might somehow hear my thoughts too. Absurd, I know but he instigates such terror. The fear of him is so deeply etched into your mind, its like the blood in your veins. You don’t always feel it, but its there. Steadily running through your body, becoming a part and parcel of you.

But there is nothing to fear about him, or so he says. True. He is never harsh. He is hardly ever loud. The words flow from his mouth like the way you spread butter on your bread. Soft, caressing and velvety. He never punishes you for anything, but the warning can be seen in his eyes. He stares into your eyes, probing your mind, scanning your soul, making you feel naked and vulnerable.

He is funny, calculative and creative. Cunning but not criminal. He may not be daring, but shrewd and sharp. He is never in the lime light, but hangs in the background watching every action silently. He is so silent that he is almost invisible to the superficial eyes. He is unfathomable, which pushes you to unravel the mystery around him. The more we rack our brains, the more puzzling he is. He is the mystery man, intriguing you with his eyes, attracting you with his smile, luring you with his words and leaving you puzzled about your past, present and future!

Fighting For Rights..The Gandhiyan Way

Nothing was new today morning. I woke up with the usual Monday blues, college makes my Monday more sober than anything. I went about my routines and by 8.55 a.m., I was at the gate of my college. And guess what? The entire male population of the college was standing outside the college. it appeared like they were having a reunion of some sorts,but no. Apparently they all were planning to go on strike. And we didn’t even knew. Figures!

        And the strike was exactly the Gandhian way...no breaking of glasses, no shouting of profanities, no banners or posters or rallies or burning the buses. All of the girls were even allowed into the college. The fun began inside. The Jhansi Rani-s of our college decided that its time we do something productive too. They all paraded out of the college, followed by a few of the stupid and courageous second years. Only to be dragged back in by the staffs. The timid and sensible girls stayed inside. Waiting for the right time, I guess. Only the right time never came. The funniest part was that all the boys were already inside the college. The girls were unaware of this. They marched out with an intention to join them, I suppose. I could never find the real motive.

The guys came to each of our classes and requested us to join them. We tried, but we were blocked again. We didn’t knew where the actual protesting was going on. Or rather for what they are protesting. Trust me, I knew the demands of the strike only by mid day. By then the college announced holidays until further intimation of reopening was given. I guess this is what is called a turmoil. I was all anxious about my unfinished record works this morning, and now I don’t know when the college will reopen. I am still not sure if this is a good thing or bad. The worst part is that, I am not sure if I will participate in the strike. Does that make me cowardly or sensible?? I am yet to find the answers...

 

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. 

 

Stressed when spelled backwards is Desserts!

Its been a long and stressful week, not taking into account today. For today is worser of all because I am down with a terrible head ache on top of all other stresses. In a nut shell the past one week was one of the worst weeks of this year, but also filled with shocking surprises. Let me get over with the worser parts first, I’ll save the surprises for the end.

To begin with, my model exams are over. And no it isn’t a happy news, firstly because it was crappy, secondly because I don’t have study leave. I failed by mere 3 marks in chemistry and hence I was denied study leave. We tried everything from force to tears (force was from my side and tears were from my friends) but our principal was as immovable as the Himalayas. I even made my dad go and talk to him, but he wouldn’t budge. And after much discussion, we decided that we would attend the first day of the class and then take leave for the rest of the days. I came to know that the boys are altogether bunking all classes. That gave me a tiny hope. The management cannot punish the whole lot of 88 students (yeah, that’s the strength of the first years counting all four departments). So with that small consolation, groaning and grumbling to myself I went to college on the first day of my study leave. To my horror all of the boys had turned up. I was – flabbergasted, there is just no other word for it. Talk about chivalry. Shooting daggers at the boys we braced ourselves for the four hour torture that was named mathematics. The boys all looked quite confused to be getting so many glowering looks from us but they ignored it nonetheless and payed rapt attention to the class. That riled me up even more. Half of them don’t attend regular classes properly, and now here they sit like they are the most obedient students and that some how their life depends on the mindless babbling of the maths lecturer.

The after noon was dedicated to chemistry class. The morning was too much for me and I had neither the strength nor the patience for enduring three hours of chemistry. So all of us girls packed our stuffs and made our way back home. And to add to our dismay, the guys had brought their lunch and were planning to attend the afternoon session. Thanks to my infinite patience, I didn’t murder them. But later in the evening I got to know that the guys, after taking their lunch packed up too. Apparently they can’t wait for lunch until they reach home. And no matter what, they follow the college timings to the letter when it comes to food.

So after one week of running up and down from principal’s room to my HOD’s room and to every other staff in the college, finally here I am bunking my coaching classes, completely unaware of its consequences. But it feels good, you know, doing something against the college. It feels good to be able to oppose them, though I am not sure if I would feel equally good when I have to face the consequences of my action.

So moving on, on the last day of May I attended the valedictory function of a summer intensive course that was conducted at my dance class. It was also sort of a farewell gesture, to one of my Best friends and co-student, who is moving to Delhi for pursuing higher studies. Incidentally she came first in the Pondicherry Matriculation 10^th examination with a Himalayan score of 493 marks. She is an excellent dancer and obviously very good at academics. The weird part of the function was, after she was honored with a memento most of the people started crying. Even one of our teachers started crying, it seemed as though everyone was crying except for me. And I am supposed to be her Best friend, even her teacher* of sorts. Of course, I don’t deny that I would miss her. I would miss her like hell, nothing would be half as interesting without her around. There wouldn’t be any competition, I would be missing one of my first and finest students*. But some how my tear ducts did not react to these emotions. Thankfully, she knows me too well to expect me to cry. Even when she was soaking my dress with her salty tears, she was perfectly fine with me not returning the gesture. Man, ain’t I glad to have people like that as friends. People who are sane enough to understand that I don’t react the same way they do to all the situations.

Now to the surprises part. I am chosen as the Best Girl at my aforementioned dance class. Technically, its a premier institution for yoga and performing arts, but I learn only dance there and so I keep calling it just dance class. But that's besides the point. The point is that I am their new Best Girl. Best Girl for the year 2009-10. My first reaction when I heard this news was plain shock, with a very thin thread of relief. Relief for being given Best Girl and not boy. Believe me, I have very good reasons and plausible explanations for that. I have been learning dance for the past 8 years or so. I have performed in all of their major products every year since i joined there. And after the first one time, where I played the role of a wife of a sage, I was never trusted with any female role. Up until now, I have played a wide range of roles in various dances, ranging from lord Krishna to lord Shiva to a farmer to king Dhuryodhana. I have been mightily applauded for all these roles, the roles that all but stole the little feminine grace that I was blessed with. This award has actually acknowledged my femininity, and I am immensely thankful to all my teachers for choosing me for this award.

I actually learnt that I am getting this award through the annual report that was mailed to me. I was totally speechless, I double checked and triple checked with everyone I know. I had a very bad feeling that this was some cruel practical joke played on me. I couldn’t be getting this award, I simply don’t deserve it. I confessed my doubts to my teacher, mentor would describe him better. He assured me that it was true and that I deserve it. That, coming from him was a great honor. I was astonished when I heard many of my friends echo the same sentiment. I have been wondering all week, why I felt quite ill at ease to be receiving this award. I finally arrived at an answer. It is because I am not used to people appreciating me for my job. I am so used to being hated by everyone, this sudden love and affection and even trust surprises and shocks me. I am so used to being denied credits for all my works, that this sudden acknowledgment staggers me. But now I am just ecstatic, exhilarated, jubilant....well my English vocabulary seems poorly stocked for describing how I feel. So that’s all for this week, my exams are looming dangerously close in the horizon, I better go and prepare for them.

* We once performed a dance drama that portrayed the life of the Mythical Mahabharata king, Karna. In that drama, I played the role of Lord Krishna and she was Arjuna. According to the story the characters shared a teacher student relationship. And hence from then on she started addressing me as her teacher and I was more than happy to embrace her as my student.

How come everybody spots me when I try to be inconspicious?

Hmm... so today was a very weird and stressful day. I took leave yesterday because it was raining (I know it sounds pathetic to me too). Actually it was my mum’s idea. I tried making her see sense that I have an exam to write and skipping it isn’t the bestest idea. I don’t know what came over her. She was damn insistent on me not going and I knew better than to push her.

Call it my luck, it stopped raining the moment I decided not to go to college. And at around 1 o’clock my HOD called me up from college and asked me to bring my dad along with me to college today. I dutifully agreed and after a few harsh exchanges between me and mum it was all settled. I started my preparation for physics. And for the record, I hate physics!

Later in the evening I was chatting with one of my friends who got his 12^th results.(I can’t believe a year has passed since I left school). He was just sending all his marks. And my dad happened to go by that way. He saw his marks. Especially his maths marks. He got 92, while on the other hand I barely managed to pass in that(you got it right, I hate maths too). The look on his face was one of its kind. Disapproval written all over his face. I could practically hear his mind voice screaming “He should have been my son, not you.” Well its not my fault that I take after my mum when it comes to the department of maths, right?

I have always heard about becoming popular over night. I experienced it today. No matter how much ever I tried to hide myself, some how one or the other staff spotted me and started interrogating. Even the peon wouldn’t leave me. It was like the national interrogation day.

Believe me I was made to stand out side the principal’s office just to get my leave form signed. And you wouldn’t meet a stupider person than him. He wouldn’t talk to the student directly. He will instruct the peon, and the peon after lecturing you for another 10 minutes on his behalf would let you go. I spent nearly an hour trying to get my leave form signed. This all happened inspite of my dad coming over to college to get excuse for me. Well, my dad was a bit late (now I know where I got my punctuality skills from) and for that my principal made me write a letter telling that my dad would come later in the morning and that I may please be allowed to write the exam ( why doesn’t he understand I don’t give a damn about his exam?). So finally I was let to write my exam. I wouldn’t say the exam was great, but it could have been worse. Tomorrow is chemistry, my favorite subject. I better go and study. Bye!

Getting drenched was fun...you should try too!

Hiya to the non-existing readers,

So I have decided to turn this blog as a journal kinda thing. Of course I cannot assure daily updates. Come on I don’t write my diary everyday for crying out loud. But yeah I’ll try to be regular.

Before I get into my journal thingy, let me give a normal formal introduction about me. I’m a girl (I swear I am, no matter how much my activities suggest the opposite) and I’m doing first year B.E ECE( yeah, I am doing one of the stupidest course on earth, I know that very well. Thanks for reminding anyway).

Ok so today. Well my model theory exam started today. My first paper was Technical English ( yeah we have that paper in engineering) and before you break your head with complex definitions about the unheard branch of english, let me clarify. Technical English basically deals with basic grammar and stuffs that we have already learnt when we were in 7^th or 8^th ( I know that’s dumb, but isn’t it what defines engineering? Being dumb). Well needless to say I aced my exam ( I studied CBSE for god’s sake, my school english teacher might suicide otherwise). And unlike every other college (to be read as sane college) we don’t get our days off after the exams. We are made to sit in the college and read for the next day’s exam ( No comments ). So I was preparing  * cough * for tomorrow’s exam, which is Electric circuits and electron devices (EDC in short, no I too don’t know why the abbreviation and the full form do not match). My lecturer walked in, he is short with an angular face and close cropped hair-cut. He was sporting an orange color shirt with multi-color strips along with a light biege color pant. As it is the college rules, the teaching faculties should wear an over coat( which by the way is in navy blue color). Well as you might have guessed I couldn’t help but laugh at his outfit.

Me and dancing diode (he was nick named so by my class boys), are not on the best  of terms ( no surprises there). You see he once asked me to work as a spy for him in the class (just because I’m doing communication engineering doesn’t mean I need to work as an undercover secret communicator right?). I refused to be a ‘spy’ and from then on he’s been giving me the ‘cold shoulder treatment’, not that I mind that much.

So yeah back to class, he started giving tips on how to face examination. Man I should give him credit, he knows how to waste three hours talking nonsense. Wanna know some of his tips?

1.  Read only two units thoroughly, and you’ll pass ( two units amount only to 40 marks and you need minimum of 45 marks to pass ).
2.  Draw only the circuits properly and write some story for the theory. ( I don’t really know what to make of it)

  So on and so forth. He bored us for the entire time with his stupid tips and spoiling the little time I had for preparing. And at last the bell rang ( I should probably treat that peon for his timely action).

I boarded my bus and prepared myself for the long one hour journey, and thats when my friend suggested that we should have pani puri on our way back. The weather was overcast and quite pleasant. And I thought why not. Curse myself for that. The moment we stepped down the bus, it started raining like never before. I got totally drenched, top to bottom. I walked all the way to home, and my mum stood at the gate waiting for me with a murderous look on her face ( she did warn me to take my umbrella, and I forgot as usual). It was all gestures today after that and my continuous sneezing didn’t help matters either.

I was just glad my dinner was served on time. Any way I had a good long nap and woke up with a start when I realised I haven’t prepared for tomorrow’s exam. And thats what I’m going to do now. So catch you all tomorrow.

PS: a friend of mine has asked me to be a co-author in his blog and well I accepted it. Dunno what I was thinking, but I can never drop an opportunity to write something. So you may see me in action there soon too. If you want to check it, the URL link is in the right sidebar. Feel free to check out.

PSS: sorry about the massive run down on the paragraph. I’ll try to keep it short next time. Final bye, I really need to go and study.