This is about the two memorable valentine’s day and the irony is that there isn’t any romance involved. It is one of those flashback memories that I wish to write.The year is 2007 and the date is Feb 14, I am riding my dio, and I take a turn at the bunt’s hostel junction when a two wheeler from the other end bangs onto my dio and I fall down and the scooter falls right on my left hand (since the vehicle had hit me from the right side, so according to Newton’s third law I had to fall on the left side!!). I wish to pause right now and put forth the words rightly said by the Adopted son which is “When a girl meets with an accident many people rush to the spot, four of them lift the vehicle(he meant two wheeler) and another four lift and manage to massage the girl but when a guy meets with an accident four of them rush to the spot and curse him, even though he might be bleeding, no one helps him, he has to go to garage to get his bike repaired and then go to the hospital to repair his body” so now back to the story, so as usual some of them rush to the spot and lift the vehicle which had some damage and some lift me but I don’t allow the massage part! I still am in shock as I am considered a good rider and haven’t had any accidents before, the guy on the other end didn’t get hurt nor his girlfriend/sister/wife ( I don’t know who she was) was hurt, so many people gather, shout and create scene but since I was getting late for college I said it was ok and started riding again, though I thought I wasn’t hurt, I had bruises on my hands and legs and also couldn’t move two of my fingers on my left hand. Once I reach college my good pals sense something is wrong and ask me to go to the nearby clinic immediately. The thing with friends is, they never listen and are very persistent so I am accompanied by two of my pals Appu and Dillu and after an appointment, the nurse gives me TT shots and bandages my wound and the doctor asks me to take an X-ray of my hand which is very funny because I have to keep my finger raised in certain gesture which in the X-ray is shown as a bony finger saying f…k off! And finally I am diagnosed with ligament tear and have to wear a crape bandage for 3 weeks for the muscle to heal. Another thing about friends is, they always find humour in any situation. So I have my gal pals asking me if the guy was cute, SK says “Ammu, Keep the bandage on your finger till your MSc ends who knows, you might get the handicap quota for PhD”!!!Feb 14, 2008: It was a break from the tiring projects and heavy doses of theory classes. The sport’s day of the college and we had before hand decided that the uniform will be red shirt and dark blue denim. Though we wanted cute skirts the guys refused to wear them!! The event was marching and it was a combined event so the entire MSc both first and second years had to take part. So despite differences we decided to make the event a success and it was, as we bagged the first place later on. Now the incident is memorable because it was during that time, wearing red and walking on road with any guy was considered a sin! (It was the anti-valentine committee, which later on in 2009 had become a big issue of the pink chaddi andolan!) Secondly we enjoyed a lot because of a cricket match between seniors and juniors (seniors won) and also the traditional relay which we have the record of always landing last which our juniors truly followed! The millions of photos clicked and the fun of playing and cheering pals despite of their very poor performance in so many sport events which is missed after the collage days come to an end :-(
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
ONCE UPON A TIME…
Reading the title do not assume that I am going to write about any fairy tale in this blog, its about some incidents in life which are meaningful and yet so unbelievable, let me put in this way last week was a very dramatic one for many reasons:
Incident 1: I had come home for vacations, as a custom which I follow, I stay at my granny’s, meet my pals and talk philosophical things about life, so one such meeting was held in Hao Ming(one of our regular adda) and my usual members of gang had a get together, Prajju joined us too, so we finish our food and then we decide to have ice cream at one of our other favourite joint Cherry Square. When we meet we talk a lot, firstly about our jobs, classmates finally ends up in philosophical thoughts and when Prajju spoke these words ,made me realise though how simple the words he spoke, it was pretty powerful stuff which made so much sense, he said “When we were kids we didn’t have to worry about anything , I am in second standard they automatically promote me to third standard, it was like life is a bus and we were traveller’s who knew what their destination was, after I finish my MSc I don’t know what to do, there is so much of confusion, it felt as if I am now the driver of the bus and have to lead it to some destination which may or may not be right”! All of us nodded our head in agreement and I said “Don these words are definitely going on my blog”
Incident 2: Four years ago, in Granny’s house, it was the Fifa world cup of 2006 and me and my cousin Nit sat there cheering for some match and I said “I wonder where all of us will be when the next world cup will be held!” Last week, one of the late night matches of Fifa cup 2010, I am sitting next on a sofa to Nit and cheering Netherlands for an awesome goal, when both of us went into flashback and laughed. Sometimes I just feel so glad the way things turn out, I never imagine I will be there at the same time cheering of course for different team!
Shakespeare rightly said ‘life is a drama!’
Incident 1: I had come home for vacations, as a custom which I follow, I stay at my granny’s, meet my pals and talk philosophical things about life, so one such meeting was held in Hao Ming(one of our regular adda) and my usual members of gang had a get together, Prajju joined us too, so we finish our food and then we decide to have ice cream at one of our other favourite joint Cherry Square. When we meet we talk a lot, firstly about our jobs, classmates finally ends up in philosophical thoughts and when Prajju spoke these words ,made me realise though how simple the words he spoke, it was pretty powerful stuff which made so much sense, he said “When we were kids we didn’t have to worry about anything , I am in second standard they automatically promote me to third standard, it was like life is a bus and we were traveller’s who knew what their destination was, after I finish my MSc I don’t know what to do, there is so much of confusion, it felt as if I am now the driver of the bus and have to lead it to some destination which may or may not be right”! All of us nodded our head in agreement and I said “Don these words are definitely going on my blog”
Incident 2: Four years ago, in Granny’s house, it was the Fifa world cup of 2006 and me and my cousin Nit sat there cheering for some match and I said “I wonder where all of us will be when the next world cup will be held!” Last week, one of the late night matches of Fifa cup 2010, I am sitting next on a sofa to Nit and cheering Netherlands for an awesome goal, when both of us went into flashback and laughed. Sometimes I just feel so glad the way things turn out, I never imagine I will be there at the same time cheering of course for different team!
Shakespeare rightly said ‘life is a drama!’
Thursday, July 8, 2010
GOD’S OWN CAPITAL
The time is 6:20 pm, Vic and I wait at the platform for Mavelli express and then I see it arriving, my friends waving cheerfully and I say casual bye to Vic and hop on to the train and sit amongst my friends, what follows next is the usual chit-chat lasting very long. (I love to talk till my jaws start paining) and meeting my MSc pals brings back all good memories. Train journey always fascinates me because of the good conversion, packed food, lush greenery outside and the track sound. I believe it shows how diverse India is!
The objective of this all girls trip was a conference in Trivandrum (God’s own Capital). So as the train swung in its regular rhythm and we are engrossed in some conversation, Dillu gets a call on her phone. It’s Mr. R, the organizing secretary of the conference and they talk in Malayalam and after the conversation comes to an end, Appu and I keep staring at her and she gives us this ‘whatever you gals are thinking is not true’ look. So the conversation goes on like this:“So Dillu, why is it that he responds only to your call and not to our mails???” asks Appu .Dillu replies with her usual nakras that there is nothing going on. Though both of us knew she wasn’t lying, we weren’t going to give up that easily! So I kept the conversation flowing that if there is something cooking between both of you then I will be the proud aunt to Dillu’s imaginary kids Rathna and Dillesh! Appu goes one step further and hums the tune Rathu…rathu…rathu…aaja..aaja..aaja!!!
This amount teasing is directly proportionate to Dillu’s anger, so we didn’t continue longer. The train arrives at the capital city and we walk with all our bags as Sharukh in main hoon na. The hotel is nearby so we walk and after waiting 20 mins in the lobby they give us rooms, though we already had a reservation. Strike 1,We reach our rooms freshen up and decide to have the ultimate Kerala delicacy Puttu and Kadala curry with awesome Kerala Tea. So we decide to have breakfast at the hotel where we stayed and to our surprise they didn’t have the basic Kerala food!! It’s like you come to M’lore and can’t find neeru dosa! Strike 2.The rest of the day is spent visiting the beautiful Anantha PadmanabaSwamy Temple, the lovely art gallery, museum and zoo. The food wasn’t up to the mark in any of the places we dined!
Day 2 was spend in the conference where we first encountered Mr R for the first time and Dillu and He made the ‘Perfect couple’ .Though I had my presentation that day, I was busy mentally preparing a romantic duet choreography, with these two running behind trees and since it was a hotel conference hall running behind pillars. The song was “Oh little flower…” from Quick gun Murugan. So the conference went on I finished my presentation, Appu’s was the next day so after lunch we bunked the noon session and made sure we came right on time for dinner. The fun part was yet to come. The organizers had arranged for a magic show which was truly ---- I don’t have words to describe let me just put it this way…the magician thought he is a cross of South Indian superstar and a Cheer girl and his assistant was imitating Shakira but sadly the assistant was a male! So after a magical evening we sit to have dinner. Now instead of us enjoying a quiet peaceful dinner we are stuck with group of non good looking guys trying to hit on us with boring lines! Strike 3 the conference didn’t have good looking guys!
The next day turns out to be as boring as day 2 but we finish with the presentation, take all the certificates and escape, the only relief is meeting my friend Chotu at railway station later that evening! The Trivandrum melodrama ends in a very meaningful note i.e. do not expect good things always! Life aint fair. The journey back is once more full of colours, lively discussions and friendly spirits :-)
The objective of this all girls trip was a conference in Trivandrum (God’s own Capital). So as the train swung in its regular rhythm and we are engrossed in some conversation, Dillu gets a call on her phone. It’s Mr. R, the organizing secretary of the conference and they talk in Malayalam and after the conversation comes to an end, Appu and I keep staring at her and she gives us this ‘whatever you gals are thinking is not true’ look. So the conversation goes on like this:“So Dillu, why is it that he responds only to your call and not to our mails???” asks Appu .Dillu replies with her usual nakras that there is nothing going on. Though both of us knew she wasn’t lying, we weren’t going to give up that easily! So I kept the conversation flowing that if there is something cooking between both of you then I will be the proud aunt to Dillu’s imaginary kids Rathna and Dillesh! Appu goes one step further and hums the tune Rathu…rathu…rathu…aaja..aaja..aaja!!!
This amount teasing is directly proportionate to Dillu’s anger, so we didn’t continue longer. The train arrives at the capital city and we walk with all our bags as Sharukh in main hoon na. The hotel is nearby so we walk and after waiting 20 mins in the lobby they give us rooms, though we already had a reservation. Strike 1,We reach our rooms freshen up and decide to have the ultimate Kerala delicacy Puttu and Kadala curry with awesome Kerala Tea. So we decide to have breakfast at the hotel where we stayed and to our surprise they didn’t have the basic Kerala food!! It’s like you come to M’lore and can’t find neeru dosa! Strike 2.The rest of the day is spent visiting the beautiful Anantha PadmanabaSwamy Temple, the lovely art gallery, museum and zoo. The food wasn’t up to the mark in any of the places we dined!
Day 2 was spend in the conference where we first encountered Mr R for the first time and Dillu and He made the ‘Perfect couple’ .Though I had my presentation that day, I was busy mentally preparing a romantic duet choreography, with these two running behind trees and since it was a hotel conference hall running behind pillars. The song was “Oh little flower…” from Quick gun Murugan. So the conference went on I finished my presentation, Appu’s was the next day so after lunch we bunked the noon session and made sure we came right on time for dinner. The fun part was yet to come. The organizers had arranged for a magic show which was truly ---- I don’t have words to describe let me just put it this way…the magician thought he is a cross of South Indian superstar and a Cheer girl and his assistant was imitating Shakira but sadly the assistant was a male! So after a magical evening we sit to have dinner. Now instead of us enjoying a quiet peaceful dinner we are stuck with group of non good looking guys trying to hit on us with boring lines! Strike 3 the conference didn’t have good looking guys!
The next day turns out to be as boring as day 2 but we finish with the presentation, take all the certificates and escape, the only relief is meeting my friend Chotu at railway station later that evening! The Trivandrum melodrama ends in a very meaningful note i.e. do not expect good things always! Life aint fair. The journey back is once more full of colours, lively discussions and friendly spirits :-)
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