Past Life: Chapter 4

A lot has happened in class but its not like nothing is happening on the hostel front. I have a room mate. Actually I have two. Well I should better name them for clarity and ease of reading-they shall be called gin and tonic. Now, before more story I would like to tell you that I don't like gin and tonic-they taste lik cough syrup. And while I am quite sure about my dislike for gin and tonic its not quite the same with my room mates.

Before gin and tonic could mix; tonic and I didn't quite mix..Nonetheless we were civil to each other. Then tonic upset gin and well tonic was removed and its environment changed. So now gin is stored in a clean, dry place in my environment. Gin told tonic that it was because of me that this change was being brought about. Now gin or no gin this never happened and while I could not tell this to gin-it didn't happen. Now there was the two of us Gin and me.

Gin's character description-
I always think that I have seen all type of men, women and children there are to be seen. Alas, it is not to be so. There walks another one who will be different from all the ones I had known. Gin would easily fall into this category. Gin is totally manipulative, lies blatantly but is amazingly helpful. One or both of your parents must have said this: that not everything is bad about a person. And it couldn't have been more correct. The first two adjectives don't match with the last..how can this even be. Helpful and deceitful..

Past Life: Chapter 3

Where there's a GOD there is no place for a demi God..But the strange thing was that in a class arranged on a weekend a short..kinda stout man-god appeared. A god who talks so fast that his genius laced with tons and tons of saliva is hard for the rest of the lesser mortals to understand. He used to say that if you did not know a thing then atleast it should not look like it.

It was after or close to our 1st semester exams when we were all really hard pressed for time but we committed a near criminal act. If it was not criminal it was the silliest felony ever done. Done with such serious lack of finesse that a 'paanchvi fail' could have discovered it let alone demi god. And then he got angry and his wrath was like none else. He called for a meeting and bellowed from the dias. A batch of 200 who had not even bothered to change the author's name in their assignments..it was but ofcourse copied work..from seniors and super seniors..a mistake of grievous proportions so much so that it seems so obvious now. And he was calling out people's names. The rest of us were more scared than those whose names were called out. My heart leapt out as did everybody's else'..No exceptions.

Past Life: Chapter 2

We will fast forward a little. Scene 1 will begin from Class 1. First lecture of the day. God arrives. He is a marketing prof lik this demi god figure of the college..If the world was made of people named as medicenes he would be prozac. its heady and wil cure depression but a word of warning "Prozac may cause you to become drowsy or less alert and may affect your judgment". Well for reference lets call him just that..Prozac. He became famous instantaneously..1/3 by modest gestimation liked him that day on. he used to use an OHP but Prozac said he would not give us any photocopied notes or anything.."one should always take down notes in their own notebook. Please remeber also to use a cheap blue refill pen to take down notes. the note book should be solely dedicated to his subject. and.." so went on him..if u weren't prepared for prozac's class he would walk out..for all his maturity he was quite a baby!

Any way more profs and students to follow...buut in the next chapter..

Fight

Contrary to popular opinion I think I dont fight meaning I dont think a person fights..situations prompt one to fight..Once I have raised my voice above normal..its a fight. There've also been times where I think my being a gal comes in the way of a productive fight. i wish that i was a guy..the end to a fight wud be "girebaan mein hanth dalna aur ek ghoonsa ya laat"..

I am a peace loving person but i lik fights. not the unpleasant ones the ones where an argument leaves u with a sick feeling ur stomach. I lik the ones where theres an actual fight and u aren't the subject or one of the parties fighting..

Have you met a certain breed of people who will explain things in detail as an argument in a fight lik how its a matter of policy or u will not undertand (actually i am biased towards this one..it makes a good last line)..smtimes there is a history of war and thus lambs are born with no hair and sun will set in the west so all this..cmon man.. had i had the time to go thru with this kind of conversation i would not be fighting in the first places..most fights are about time..
"I dont have time to stand in the queue".."I am not used to waiting".."I am in rush".."I will cross the road first".

Seriously I have forgotten if time is a more useful resource or i am. its not a question of prestige but what exactly is it that i dont have time for..I want to cros the street first because...because i am late for standing in the queue for movie tickets..

2nd Day at work

For the first day there was not much to write so I thought 2nd day to be more appropriate. On the first day I had a meeting for half of the day. In the other half I blogged and chatted and did the unmentionable..slept..U try, pray, hope and wish for it but no..it winks at u..N where you least expect it..right there i fell a prey to it..

Today i have just started..I have been reading some stuff..phew! Hoping to meet my supervisor..

Exactly an year ago

I will try to recollect things as everything happened..although its all a little hazy now..I did plan for writing this the whole of the year gone by. But my memory is tardy and refuses to do much about remembering all the small details..

I was working if I remember correctly..well until March 31st I was dying in harness..It was a slow excruciating process..but effective..And then I decided to join an MBA course. I could go on to say where but its not like one wants to highlight the mistakes they make. So the story goes on that I was out of work only really. Though nominally I was still at a company providing my most valuable services..Then began time of freedom..freedom which I am sure most people would not realize brings with itself so many responsibility..and this i dont say with patriotic intent or a philosophical undertone.

So I decided on doing all the things I had beeen planning for a year that I will do. Started with taking a vacation..nthng fancy at home..Malaysia would have been great but modesty is my best defense..a quite soulful week at home. After which came celebrations..that is more of holidays..this time a little livelier..at my parents home..it was their anniversary..
Some happy and some confusing remarks later.."itni badi ho gayi..shadi kab kar rahi ho?" I am not sure if there is a politically right manner of answering these questions.or are they even questions? I mean really bade to ek din hona hi tha..yeh to science ki baat hai..logic is tangential here.
And this was one month..the beginning of thenext month..actually beginning wud be late on the 1st of May I became a prisoner...A howler frm the college arrived.I was to complete some irrational no. of projects. N it was a sneak peek at what was coming at me..150 hrs of studying..luk i dnt knw if i have spent that mch time a awake in 6mths..(for a subject)..there was also a memorandum to be signed mentioning code of conduct etc..etc..irrational no. of pages again..irrational is the key word here and it wud be repeated oft..

Diligently i began the task of makin a schedule..where to plan my wrk amidst my plans of seeing leftovers of Noida..partying..Confession I hadn't done it in my 2 yrs of staying there..
Thats that..more in the next chapter

Bangalore Chapter

I arrived in bangalore on the 10th day of april, 2008. I tried to sleep in the flight from Delhi to here..but sleep eluded me..Till just a day before I had slept at home day in and day out..without anybody telling me to and definitely no effort from my side. N here I have been trying to sleep since that evening. A sleepless weekend later..i managed a little sleep last night.

Yesterday I went to Kormangala (hopefully I have spelt it correctly!). I had stayed indoors most of the weekend except to get a phone sim card. And I watched countless number of movies..more than the a critic may be watching...Neway so about the Kormangala trip..the pub city seems to have potential..though i went to only an omni present coffee house..

This is about a day and a few earlier..What happened a year back is what i want to write about...