Rrraaaandom!

Today, I was going through some of the old posts I hadn't published, when I came across this one. I had written this on 23rd October 2008. I couldn't stop chuckling at the stupidity of it, and was amused by how much things have changed in the past few months! I don't know why I didn't post it back then, maybe because I knew it was stupid!

It's been exactly three days that I finished writing my final exams..and you dont want to know how bored and lazy I already feel!"Alekhya!wake up!"..that's how my day starts these days.."wake up!its 11.30am!" and goes on.. my mother's screaming.I dont blame her though..I have become a lummox!

I have only been readin from the past few days..I finished reading The Kite Runner finally!This has been my second attempt to readin it,first having failed on an account of depression that the book led me to.There have been books which touched me,at the most,just moistened my eyes,but this book made me weep!At one point,I actually shut the book and started weeping.I was so moved by it,that I have started downloading the movie now.I hate u-torrent sometimes,or maybe my computer doesn't like me!It refuses to download successfully everytime I am dying to watch a movie.I tried limewire,but my luck was so damn good that after downloading 83% of the movie,it said error..and went down to 9%!(sigh).So the point is,Iam still downloading it,and have decided to stick to torrent,and will definitely smash my PC if it doesn't download the movie properly this time!(how I wish I could do that!).I have started reading A Thousand splendid Suns now.

These days I miss my school days a little too much.I did my schooling from Our Own English High School,Sharjah,U.A.E.I came to India after my 9th grade,and started studying here.I so hated it,but I managed to pull it through.Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been had I studied the rest of my grades in Dubai.It would have been like a cliched "zameen aur aasman ka farak" kind of a difference,but yeah,I wouldn't have been what I am now.So the point is I am bored,and out of ennui,I am being nostalgic!

You know sometimes people can get so damn annoying!I hate my college!Its probably one of the most "un-exciting" and "un-happening" colleges in the world.And people there are such that even if you sneezed,the entire college will get to know where you sneezed,at what pitch you sneezed,if you covered your face while sneezing,or where your hands were while sneezing,and when you sneezed within a day minimum.(I hope you got my exaggeration).In short everybody gossips about the dumbest thing around, which is so not me.So I feel outcasted in a wonderful college like that. Having only one friend who atleast to an extent is like minded,can get frustrating. But in a way I have got used to it since I had no other option!

 

I so want to go out of town! But everybody around me seems to be busy.But I am still waiting for college to re-open so that there will be some academically challenging things to take up with a whole new set of subjects waiting to play with my brain! I hope they dont bore me too.Kathak classes are fun though. Sir makes us dance for a whole one hour or more sometimes,that makes me feel fresh and I love kathak. I am waiting to perform on stage,but that might take a while.Besides all this, I catch up on my favourite comedy movies or serials,because laughing is like my stress buster and also makes me feel on the top of this world.I love to laugh.When me and my best friend get together,we laugh so hard that people at my place get scared hearing us sometimes!My brother tells me he has nightmares about our laughing.Yeah right.He is another bluffing buffallo.I love annoying him,and he annoys me more!

Anyways,I'll sign off before I write any more crap.I'll get back to reading and will go do kathak for an hour in the evening.

Mind's a Mystery,So Sell it Clever!

Mahatma Gandhi once said “You can chain me, you can torture me, you can even destroy this body, but you will never imprison my mind." The quote moved me.The mind indeed is one of the most treasured tools of an individual.Polish it and use it regularly well,or leave it to rust.It is ubiquitous,nebulous and traditionally genetic.It is a possession that cannot be comprehended fully by anyone,sometimes by one's own self too.

Mind is clever,imaginative,nervous,intuitive and many more things which is beyond exegenesis.The mind is the reason behind every deed an individual performs.It can memorize a small multiplication table to be responsible to a terror attack.A small cabbage sized organ like the brain,can create a larger than life big bang theory and can destruct people's lives through terror attacks.Its a mystery to me that a small mind could be responsible for everything that we do.

Different people have different opinions and ideas.Some people decide to use them,some people don't. They prefer to stay in their safe little box and maintain a low profile. I believe everybody in this world has extraordinary ideas.Ideas that can change the world's outlook. But somehow people refuse to use them,discuss them. Maybe due to inhibitions,lack of confidence or ego.Again here,the mind plays a trick.Its multitasking amazes me!It can produce,inhibit and reproduce at the same time.It is even capable of storing trash! For instance,I remember my father's old friend's brother's second daughter's birthday(whom I haven't met or seen till now).Yeah you can call me mad,but honestly,I can't erase it fron my head. Okay I am deviating from the topic I was talking on now.See what my mind does sometimes;). So ideas can be clever,dumb,useful,useless and so on. But how will anyone know what your mind is like unless you share your thoughts? Generating ideas and thoughts and not putting them to use is equal to being dead.

In the current scenario that we live in,the mind can get constructuve or destructive. Its all about how you set you neurons to work. Let your mind,filled with clever ideas help the world be a better place to live in,or let it get involved in world destruction,or maybe let it do nothing. What ever you let your mind do, directly or indirectly effects every one around you.

And I can go on and on about this. Even books written by Mario Puzo haven't been enough to be able to prove what the mind is actually all about. So its an ocean,and my blog has by far been too hypothetical to keep you interested anymore,so I'll stop here.

"Great minds discuss ideas,Average minds discuss events,Small minds discuss people."-Eleanor Roosevelt. (I don't know how much I agree with this,but yeah cleverly worded.)

Stupidity,Priceless Humour and Unselling ear-buds..

I travel to college boarding the college bus everyday.Our college is situated almost 70 kilometers away from where I live,so the transport the college provides is most convenient compared to the long never ending journey in the city buses.The bus stop is around 4 kms away from where I live so I keep travelling all day...home to bus stop,bus stop to college,college to bus stop,bus stop to back home.Every evening when we get down the bus,there is a throng of vendors selling almost anything.There is this particular vendor,around 60 years old,who piqued my and my friends' interests because of the peculiar and rhythmic way he sold ear-buds."Maaaaay-dum!maaaaay-dum!(Madam!Madam!) Onlllly phai rupiss!".Neither did anyone pay attention to him,nor did they buy his ear-buds.I would always wonder if he never got bored standing there and selling things which hardly got sold.I felt sorry for him.But the first time we heard him,we couldn't help but laugh.He sounds acutely funny.He noticed this,and thought he had amused us.So he started saying "Maaaaay-dum" even more loudly from the next day on.After a few days,our gang had stopped laughing realizing that it would be rude and started ignoring his presence(though his maaaaay-dum would make us titter a little).Little did we know how much he was enjoying our attention.The funniest part was,he had started to fancy my friend Nupur!

We actually realized that when one day,we normally got down,and completely ignored him,he gave a nice bold flying kiss to Nupur.This time everybody laughed except me(you see,I didn't want to provoke his interest and fascination for my friend further),but looking at them,a little later even I burst out laughing.Nupur also laughed,since she didn't know what else to do.

A few days passed and the man had started to get annoying.This time he had come up with new witty one-liners to amuse us.He once looked at Nupur and actually said"arre,yeh to meri Radha hai!!'(she is my Radha!),for which all of us had a "wtf?!" expression on our faces.We found it very hilarious,but we made sure not to laugh in front of him.He tried this a few times.Then,he started using other cheeky words.He didn't seem to give up on Nupur at all.He started calling her "jaanam"(beloved).Every time she passed by him,he would call out to her,"jaaanammm!".

Everybody in our bus got to know about Nupur and her oldest fan,and she had become the butt of all our jokes.These days,our bus stops way ahead of our bus stop because of certain traffic and security problems,so the old man hardly gets to see Nupur,as she goes home taking another road.We saw him every day though,and his search for his Radha is endless.I told others in our gang to make sure not to laugh in front of him.Laughing will only make him act more smart.It would be like a hint for him to continue his stupidity.

Its difficult to comprehend a street vendor's life.Maybe this old man is bored with his life,and is just having some fun.But one thing I appreciate about him is that he never gave up on his ear-buds.I don't know how much money he makes everyday,but he still comes there on the same spot and tries selling them all.He atleast has some dedication,even if it was we who stabled it a little more for a while;).We haven't seen him for a long time,but still hear his loud"Maaaaay-dum!" every evening.

"Kathak Kronikles"

A song playing vociferously,no one else at home other than me,I could be a sight.Irrespective of the genre of the song playing,I'll losen my hair and start dancing like I got possessed or something.I make sure the volume is adjusted to the maximum,and sometimes the song is so loud it could probably even wake the dead.There's no pattern to the steps I dance.I just waltz,and I can keep on dancing,until my ribcage starts hurting.

My relation with dance has been entertaining forever.I remember the first time I danced on stage,I was in my 3rd grade.I felt on top of the world.On stage,I feel impregnable.I acquire this"no-one-can-stop-me,I-have-the-whole-stage-to-dance-on" kind of attitude.

I can hustle and whirl with the tune being played,but I have always wanted to learn a classical form of dance.I did my schooling in the U.A.E so finding suitable teachers to teach me was a little bothersome for us.But I did end up joining kathak classes when I was 6,though it went on only for a year.I did not have time to get back to kathak again until  December 9th,2007.That was when I joined Kathak classes in Hyderabad along with my best friend.Since then there has been no looking back.

Kathak is a beautiful form of classical dance.The grace and sensuality it has is second to none.It is characterized by fast foot work,and spins which is most captivating.I remember our first lesson and how my friend and I were awed,and scared at the same time wondering how we were going to learn such a difficult cavort.But guess what?Ten days ago,we gave our first stage performance!:D:DAnd woah!what fun we had!we did screw up a little here and there while dancing,and we looked like two women possessed by Hindu godessess,but who cares!We gave our first performance,thats what matters the most.And know what?we are performing again next month!And know what?we'll keep performing until our muscles fatigue one day.No,I think we'll dance even then.Anyways,why am I even thinking about what I can or will do fifty years later?For now,all we are going to do is,dance like we will never dance again!

Sayonara 2008!

Finally its the last day of the year.Tomorrow will be a brand new day,of a new month of a new year.The thing I am most excited about right now is the party we are going to have at a friend's place.There will be music,dancing,truth or dare,and at midnight,we have all decided to light candles in tribute to all the bad things that happened this year to the world and to our individual lives.A very divine way to welcome a peaceful new year.

This year has been a very unforgetful year for me.It has shown me many ups and downs in my life,precisely many downs and a few ups.It has shown me failure,loneliness,boredom,confusion,restlessness,depression on the negative front.But it has also shown me the strength of friendship,love,and in a way,the way of living life.It has taught me so many things that I probably,wouldn't have learnt had I not gone through all the rough phases.It has taught me to love life and live it even when it is colorless and blanched beacause thats when you realize the importance of a colorful life.And it has taught me well,and I have successfully learnt my lessons.Now its not very difficult for me to face upstreams,beacause I know how to climb them.

Life is such.And I am just happy to have lived to see the end of the twelve months and the beginning of the forthcoming year.

Here's wishing you all a VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR!:)

Yet Another Speaker..

After the Mumbai terror attacks,I refused to blog.I don't know why but I just didn't want to blog.Maybe because I was too depressed to express my traumatized feelings or maybe I was too tired reading people's blogs on the topic.I watched this show called "In Memory" on NDTV today.It was a show in tribute to the great martyrs who gave up their lives to secure the victims' lives.I cried.Who wouldn't?Anyone in their right minds,who has a heart will cry seeing all that.Thats all we can do.Cry.Give some condolence,feel bad for a while,and then slowly,we'll forget.Forget whatever happened,and move on as if nothing happened,because most of us have been fortunate enough to not be one of the victims,and to not have lost our near and dear ones.Initially,the attack shocks us,then we feel sad for the people who lost their lives,have discussion with friends,curse our nation's improbity and its leaders,write blogs expressing our anguish.But then what?How many of us have been able to do as much as we have talked on the very subject "our nation" and "terrorism".All we can do is hope that someone will come and help to curb garbage like this.Even I haven't done anything yet.Write now even I am just typing stuff which had been burried deep in my mind for days,and now is flowing out through my fingers.

I would call the NGOs and the cops who fought against the terrorists real human beings or real Indians.Many of us are just here to talk and discuss and debate.The TV reporter Vikram Chandra said something on the show today for which I wanted to start clapping.He said "We don't provide proper equipment to the NGOs,we don't encourage them,we totally ignore the fact that they are payed far less than many other people in this country.And now when they die,we gather here pay tribute to them."How true.It was like he was speaking my mind or many other people's minds.But how long are we going to only think and talk?We are a great nation-agreed.We have amazing unity-agreed.We are all rueful when it comes to terrorism-agreed.But how much is unity going to help us?and how much is thinking alike going to help?I am not going to talk about the politicians.I am too pissed for that.Our curses will not reach them,even if they do,they won't change,and having young and sensible politicians is like eons away.Maybe that can only happen if young minds like our's get stirred and we wake up and try and do something.I know I am throwing all those Rang de Basanti type dialogues,but you know,those dialogues were good!

The attacks in Mumbai were probably one of the most malignant attacks ever witnessed by the country.I am sure people will not forget this for a long time,but I have this hunch that gradually they will.But I have promised myself I won't.

The Leaking Tap

Water,water!leaking from the tap,

what are you trying to tell me?

you are disturbing my nap!

My fair lady,listen to me carefully,

drop by drop,I fall in the sink,

my screw is loose,but you just think.

I make irritating noises,

all you have to do is listen to my inner voices.

Each drop represents a sorrow,

each has it's own path,for it to follow.

After one drops down,comes the next,

life gets miserable and you get vexed.

Collect the drops in a bowl,

and see me come alive,

now I will thrive!

Sorrows are a part of your life,

like drops are,of myself.

They will unite together and make you yourself,

don't be crestfallen,

as even I,have just taught you a lesson.