After so long a time that I can't even remember, an advertisement that made my heart heavy; Mere Desh Mein Paisa Sirf Paisa Nahi Hai. Beautiful.

Of not-so-lucky-time-of-life

This post is for me to get some things straight with myself, and I am sharing this with the blog so I don't just think of trying to straighten things out but actually do them and know that I have done them.

Not getting accommodation on campus was a bummer. I was relying on it. I was relying on my luck. Apparently I am not proving very lucky these days. So, no more lottery tickets for me soon!
I've got a few options; I can either bunk with friends and keep switching as soon as I start becoming a pain in their asses or I can take up a place of my own or I can stay as a paying guest over my friend's house. Too many problems with each...ah...not in mood to straighten them out now!

I am simply putting on more and more weight. Everyday I look in the mirror and I feel ugly and fat. But you know what, I am not completely to be blamed. The blame has to be shared by my friends, who eat around me all the time and my shoes because they have gone into hiding! Don't know what to do about it, till I manage a place to stay.

My scholarship money suddenly disappeared! It vanished. I am almost sure that the ATM machine ate it. One day my bank account was totally loaded and the other, I was left with no penny to spare. It was amazing. So I need to figure out a way to fill my pockets. Too tired now-brain going to explode, so saving it for a better time.

I want to study, I really do but I can never get to doing that unless there's like a test or a submission (which hasn't happened till now). I want to improve my grades, not passionately enough but I still do, though everytime I think of studying, the idea of watching Gilmore Girls or sleeping or going out or meeting friends or just sitting and staring at the ceiling takes over and I end up not even opening my books. I have to do something about it soon!

Alright, I guess those are my only problems at the moment. Had I been writing this post like 2 weeks back, issues with friends and parents would have come up too, but those seem to have been settled magically, and I am hoping so will all the above mentioned problems-on their own-somehow-please!

Of me and myself

Excitement comes in all shapes and sizes! And, when it does, your heart fills with tears and eyes with joy. It can be as small a thing as sneaking out of the office escaping all the eyes or catching a bus the moment you reach the bus stop, to big things which are planned and much awaited. Explicitness would be inappropriate as excitement sometimes come as a surprise as well!
I’m treating myself, for enjoying the small excitements when nothing exciting was happening in life, with something really exciting!

If you think this post is insane, you should hear me talk right now!

Of a stretch of a day

I have been doing work since morning, without any breaks (‘cause I din feel like lunch). And to do that work was not any easy task at all. Yes, there’s a script I can refer to but ladies and gentlemen it gets monotonous and the feeling of I-know-how-to-do-this-I-don’t-need-script overtakes your mind to an extent that the pressure is ALL on your brain. So, what happens when u put so much pressure on a poor little soul who slept a little late due to a technological invention of a device which has made the world to move at the speed of light or sound maybe, computer and woke up really early to catch the first bus that comes to the bus stop? I made a mistake! I have no idea how to rectify it, so waiting for my never-to-be-seen boss to appear in the office. Hopefully the mistake won’t be too huge and he won’t scold me or make faces or abuse or give me the look like hiring me was the biggeset mistake of his life, like "some" other bosses do!

Is it too unhealthy to complain about your work or at least think ‘it’s a pain’ everyday (when you’ve already taken a week off in one month one week and one day since job started)? I try not to but the distance, the waking up early, the same-job scope-everyday, the same-boring-faces of bosses, the same-canteen-with-two-stalls (though I pray everyday that Today miraculously there will be one more stall or that Maybe there’re selling something I’d enjoy), the same-working hours and the same temperature of the Air Con (it gets so cold that my nails turn blue), make it really hard for me to even remotely love coming to office. The work I do, however, is mostly want I always wished to do, but I think I am not ready for working lifestyle as yet and you know what? I’m happy I’m not =)

फन के लिए =)

यह पोस्ट हिन्दी में लिख रहा हूँ क्यूंकि हमे हमारी राष्ट्रया भाषा को महत्व देना चाहिए।
और इस लिए भी क्यूंकि मजे आ रहे है। हाहा लोल!
और इस लिए भी क्यूंकि थोड़ा बोर हो रहा है ऑफिस में।
यह पोस्ट इधर ही ख़तम होती है। नमस्कार।

Of Marshal's and Lily's

While making my way from the bus stop where I sat for 2 long-boring-hot hours to the bridge, one traffic light away to collect the money I earned by sweating and sitting without backrest, I couldn’t help but notice this couple walking in front of me. They were walking at the speed of an earthworm and stuck to each other like a leech. They were so much into holding hands that even when a file fell down both of them bent down together to lift it with each of their free hands, not letting go of the hold.

For many, such a gesture would be irritating/cheesy/mushy/too cute. But I thought it was just their version of expression which was not to be judged (not the walking slow part though!). Probably they were in a new relationship where everything seems angelic, but if they weren’t then there must be something more than ideal about them. How many couples after a few years into being committed talk to each other over the phone for hours? How many of them hold hands like they are never suppose to let go? How many of them feel the zsa zsa zsu when they’re being kissed? How many of them alter plans with their friends just to be with the person they love for 15 more mins?

The answer to the aforementioned questions depends on the length of the relationship for most. Inversely proportional!

I admire those who can maintain the same love/ beatitude/warmth/adventure even when they grow so old that they need to put on their dentures before they can even try to kiss and use wrinkle creams so they look younger and more attractive than the partner. They struggle to walk even while using a stick yet they hold hands to support the other =)

Such are the gestures that make the love last forever and make the relationship stronger with each passing day, with each passing moment.

Of people and their opinions

You see someone who you know you're never going to see again still you make an opinion about that person. You meet someone for the first time and the first thing you do is make an opinion about him (don't deny it, you know you do it). You spend some time with that person you still have an opinion about him (it might be for the better or worse). You love someone still you can't convince yourself not to make an opinion about the loved one.

We all (I being no exception) tend to visualize what the person's life is and what he is like in life, no matter who he is, where you see or meet him, how long have you been with him, how much you know him.

Who are we to make judgments? Who are we to assume their whole background, life, habits? Why do we care? Is it human nature, maybe?

Making an opinion is one thing, but are we allowed to impose it on others? Can we tell a third party how the second party is, based on our mere opinions? Are we allowed to do that? Maybe not?

Then why people all around you want their thoughts to be accepted all around them? Why do people not respect other's opinion? Why do they assume that their assumptions are always right? Why do they want to shut their ears when the view point differs from their's?

I'm a little fed up of the questions. Guess I require a good night's sleep before I can wake up at 5 tomorrow. After all, in everybody's opinion it's a job I can't screw up! I've to play by the rule and live up to that opinion. Right? Maybe?