DI in Manipal..

Well coincidentally my roommate's brother and my sister came at the same time and they both forgot their tooth brushes here. Anyway I was up and about when I started to get curse messages from didi to say that she was ten minutes away but luckily i was there before she got off that blasted bus. The bus was leaking and all the seats were wet and she already had a bad cold and it simply made her miserable but once she was in my warm room she slowly went back to normal however throughout the trip her damp phobia held strong.

We were lucky Rainwise because it did not rain much and was fairly sunny but when it did rain we were in the auto or undr cover. I took her to all the good places to eat and what we basically did was chat. Oh! God how much we yapped and because she was sick she could not cook much but she made all the things i was craving for and I had one of the best dinners of my life.

Well this is the one time i will make an exception and be nice to her in public and say she is the most wonderful and brilliant sister anyone can have. She loved Bassil and good to see her appetite and size has increased. However all those who suggested sunday morning breakfast at valley view, well it is not that great and so not worth it.

I loved the fact that she was here and felt so great and today i think i will go to UDUPI and get paintind sti=uff and again to all those who care i will start painting again. That decission also inspired by my beloved sister.

She went back by air. The bus was too much to take again. And I did not cry when she left... Congratulations are in order. Oh but i cried because of my toe and u know what i realised when my sister came here.. that some people are not worth it and those who are never ask for their worth actively or with signs. But that will be another post. For now I know who my real friends are in this place. I actually already knew. Di just helped me to see it.

Thanks Di.. Hopefully see you soon. She has almost recovered from the cold she had. She would recover faster if her blasted office shut that A.C. down.

Friends

Recently I have been watching the various episodes of friends again. I remember a time when I used to hate it followed by a time when i could bare to live without it. It is over publicised and a little too hyped but then if you dont like Friends I dont expect you to understand.
Anyway I realised an hour ago that I am in Friends. Confused. Let me explain. I am in college. I still live in the hostel. None of us work and no one left a man standing at the alter. Now moving on, KC or College Common Room is our Central Perk. Ami, Sachi, Kim and Roshan's place is Monica's apartment. Vinay and Pavan's place, Joey and Chandler's. I could be called a Phoebe, not that i give massages though I am fairly good at it or that i am always cleansing aura but just because I live far away from these people and still manage to connect and spend a lot of time with them untill recently.
And all the time they had together is what we have in three years. Also we have to overlook the fact that it is not just 6 of us but so many that I am scared to count in fear of leaving someone out. But then we just move from one Friends to another.
The pointless chats, laughing at how riduculous an attempt at humor can be, the once in a while cooked elaborate dinners, me eating beans just because ami made it and tasting curd rice because sachi made it, yes di this is the time you gasp and fall off the chair and harish narrow your eyes.
Anyway Congrats to Harish.. Excellent result bro.. I love you. Though u did not even tell me..

Back...

I know it has been a long time and since I have come back I have realised two things- I hate people telling me what to do and I hate explaining myself. I dont understand, just because I like a guy, it has to naturally conclude to I have a thing for him? Give me a break is what I say. Well as usual first week of college and my head is an expected mess. I dont understand how I end up in this state but I always do.
Another major announcement is of the fact that i am a senior in the college and with the novelty of it all wearing of quickly boredom is not too far behind. Well second is far from the laid back first year even college studies wise. We already have an assignment and the first Issue of The Manipal Journal is out and the first issue, my issue of AM plus is due on the fifth of this month which has put me in a tight spot. Lots to do and we have an article 19 meeting in twenty minutes time.
Apart from that I am fairly enjoying myself. I get to eat home like food at the flat sometimes and i even made bengali mashed potatoes one day. Yesterday was a bad day and so far nothing has gone right today. Sunday was a pretty decent day. Things could get worse I am thinking but hoping that they wont. Well soon enough I will talk to Di and i need to go to home for a bit but I cant so I am dropping the idea. Hopefully next time I right I will have something more exciting and happy to tell.

Chetan Bhagat.. 3 mistakes of my life.

I dont what is about that man that makes me think every time. His writing style is nothing short of brilliant and I love the way he makes every thing sound so ordinary as he builds up to something extra ordinary. His books are about the young and it is those moments of fun that makes the friendship memorable. It is never like that everything is perfect in friendship or that there is never a boring moment. There are tonnes of boring hours and many fights, followed by tears and whining but at night when I go back to my room I will be the one hugging my friend and sleeping at night. Trust me I have lived with my friends for the past year now, WOW!! Cant believe a year has gone by actually.
Anyway another post will deal with life in Room 108 but till then I will return to what I wanted to write. I just finished reading 3 mistakes of my life, the journey of three friends centered in Gujrat tried and tested by the times so harsh and yet they move on. What I thought after reading the book is It does not matter what you do, but what you do it for. It does not matter if you earn millions but what do u do with the millions. I always wonder whenever I read a report of a star having gifted a celebrity a million dollar car, well did the other guy need it. It's the thought that counts right? Maybe not!! but why not give that million dollars to the charitable institute struggling to stay afoat and feed the people.
I know of such an institute. This NGO is not as popular as Mother Teresa Institutes or other grand organizations but the people working there adopted a couple of children personally just so that they could get them out of the hell hole the kids were living in and legally the NGO did not have enough funds to legally take those children in.
Struggling, hitting the bottom and surfacing, standing up for something, fighting for someone else just because it's the right thing to do and accepting one's mistakes. I think everybody is flawed and ambition and being selfish among the most common. I am selfish to a certain extent and ambitious also to a certain extent but then a time to test of what is more important to me me or what is right has not yet come. And I hope it comes soon. I know its scary to know oneself but still want to...

Another Night

Another night has gone by and sleep did not greet me. After the last post contrary to my intentions I kept browsing online, little bit of this and little bit of that and downloaded many movie songs. I wanted to make a collection of the new Hindi Movie songs and now hopefully I have enough. A long journey awaits me.
Another thing which I failed to mention, I dont know how I finished reading Street Lawyers. I quite liked it. It is about how a lawyer breaks the chains of attachment towards a comfortable job with lots of money to enter a world where all he can do is barely keep himself alive and yet fight for lives of others with a vehemance that he never used before to fight for his life before. When I earlier wanted to study law I was discouraged on the notion that the profession is crowded and that it is far too riske for a " Girl " whatever that means.. Journalism is not?? I ask them today but they refuse to give me a concrete reply. However then I was considering which kind of practice I would have liked to join and the answer I finally found, Public Interest Litigation.
I wanted to make a difference and I wanted to change certain set norms for better and saw the world through rose tinted glasses. Then my bubbles broke and I realised that the changes I want to make has to be slow and within the set norms specified by the editor. My hints should be subtle. But were these norms not the same norms that I wanted to get out off, and then again the answer so simple yet so hard to find, I will have to chose, a decent amount of fame and money or be a part of one of those neglected media houses with barely ten clients who report the truth and never ever compromise their ideals.
I know I am not strong enough yet to wilfully chose the later. I know I am not that idealistic either but someday I will be. When money wont matter and the head strong attitude to prove all those who looked down upon me for having selected this career wrong, I will perhaps turn to idealism and not be practical but now i need to be real, my family needs me to be real but then I never said that I was selfless and duty minded enought to unsee the dreams and needs of my family.
My sister says that she sees me as one of those celebrity journalists who covers parties and launches and award functions and fashion shows. I dont see myself fitting in some how.
My dad has bought an excellent camera for me. I will take some good shots and upload them perhaps. For now I will stop writing. Enought thoughts for this early in the morning.

In My Bed

Every night when I go to bed, sleep evades me for a while and then I travel into the realms of imagination or worry about the day that has gone past or about the day that is yet to dawn. Have I dotted my I's and crossed my T's. As the day to depart comes nearer I feel the same excitement and anxiety I did almost a year ago. I am about to leave the safe haven of my parents into a world where I have to fend for myself and look after myself and stand up for what I believe. I can do these things and I do it quite well, Kim will agree but I dont want to. I like being a baby and being cuddled by mom at night and at the face of even the hint of a problem I can safely say, Dad will handle it.
The past year has taught me many a meaningful lessons among which the most valuable would be that on avoiding a problem it does not go away, it just sits, gathers interest and comes back to bite yo larger than ever before. It is easier in the long run to just stand up and face it. At home Dad or Mum faces it for me.
By the way this city is crazy and crazier are the people and craziest of them all is the government. I just dont understand them and have almost given up the effort of trying to. The people I will still try but the rest, Gimme a break.
These thoughts assault me as randomly as I wrote them but something that hits me every night before I sleep is how lucky I am and what a wonderful sister I have.
Sometimes thoughts of passionately being in love also makes good food for thought, currently my single status is not helping but at the end of the day I think it is best not to go looking for anything in life. Things have a tendency to work out and reach you when you least expect them to or even after you have given up hope. But then it's one thing to say it and quite the other to live it because no matter how much I try to avoid it I always live in hope and expectancy.
Sometimes I even think if the nuclear deal controversy will ever end and why men insist thinking with their hormones(namely testosterone) or why women name themselves as feminist and why they guys are not manists and how do we actually define Male Chauvinistic Pigs and most shockingly even if I will ever see a certain person again. But then I dont expect anything but randomness from me.
My ear-ring is making my ear lobe itch and my yawn was big enough to eat the house, signals I think of the fact that perhaps I should go to sleep but then again as sleep plays with me and takes sweet precious time to float from my tired brain cells to my even more tired eye lids I open my mind for some more random thoughts to take refuge in the still active, perhaps over active part of my brain.

The Magnetic magic called Credit Card

Well, yesterday i went visiting and on the way to grand dad's place i saw this two story botique, and i was touched. Then we decided that we will visit but then my wonderful mother dropped the bomb, she was not expecting to shop so she did not bring her credit card or so she said. The name of this place was Rene, It supplies costumes for Bengali films and Shows, but then my Mum remembered that she had a new credit card which she kept with her for the heck of it, just in case. So she checked and turns out she had it. I have never visited a place so reasonably priced. I was touched. And it was shopping time.
I bought two kurtas and a pair of shoes and a churidar set. All thanks to the magic called credit cards. I love credit cards.