The past 2GDs i have taken part at CL, have been an eye opener.
For the first time in life i have been termed as an aggressive personality, which obviously means coming across aggressive as far as my communication in a GD goes.
Besides that verbose too has been an adjective which has been linked with me...issi line se pata chalta hai...cant i just say that i have been termed verbose too:)
It all started with my initial few GDs where i couldnt even muster the courage to speak, leave alone making an impact. further on when i started to speak, it was like a customary entry...nothing great since even with good content and confidence to speak...i just wasnt allowed to speak.It feels really bad when you become dependent on someone else for being able to speak, and the group dynamics controls the amount of air time you get.
Its because of the above circumstances that i have started to become aggressive at least as far as the GD goes...which is absolutely contrary to my nature.
Dont think it'll take a lot of time to improve but this time round i want it to be just perfect and dont wanna get stuck too much on the other side.
Song of the Post:
Roya Re from the film Dhoka...one of the very few songs which i don't like to croon but just hear.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
The God of Small Things - Book Review
I have been thinking of writing reviews(book/film/newspaper) on the blog since long now. This one is what i wrote as an assignment long time back.
The God of Small Things won Arundhati Roy a booker prize in 1997.
'Set in the background of marxist Kerala it is a story revolving around two di-zygotic egg twins, Estha and Rahel.
It talks at length about their childhood and their various good and bad, learning experiences. A major mistake by both of them leads to the death of one of their cousins as a result of which they have to stay separated from each other for close to 20years.
The relation between their divorcee mother and her paramour, an untouchable, has an important underpinning in the story. the inner cravings of a woman for her lover, and their child-like love has been aesthetically projected. the story warrants our attention towards the way women and lower class have been mis-treated in society since long. The stark inequalities between the male and female counterparts , and high and low classes have been depicted well with innocence of the twins forming the background.
It gives us an insight into the thinking process of a child which is as pure as white snow and seeks no harm for their close ones. Contrasting this is the prudent thought process of their aunt Baby Kochchama which is heavily governed by her antiquated beliefs about the way society should function.
The lesson story teaches is explicitly stated in the following lines from the book itself:
"Theirs no time to lose
i heard her say
Cash your dreams before
they slip away..."
The God of Small Things won Arundhati Roy a booker prize in 1997.
'Set in the background of marxist Kerala it is a story revolving around two di-zygotic egg twins, Estha and Rahel.
It talks at length about their childhood and their various good and bad, learning experiences. A major mistake by both of them leads to the death of one of their cousins as a result of which they have to stay separated from each other for close to 20years.
The relation between their divorcee mother and her paramour, an untouchable, has an important underpinning in the story. the inner cravings of a woman for her lover, and their child-like love has been aesthetically projected. the story warrants our attention towards the way women and lower class have been mis-treated in society since long. The stark inequalities between the male and female counterparts , and high and low classes have been depicted well with innocence of the twins forming the background.
It gives us an insight into the thinking process of a child which is as pure as white snow and seeks no harm for their close ones. Contrasting this is the prudent thought process of their aunt Baby Kochchama which is heavily governed by her antiquated beliefs about the way society should function.
The lesson story teaches is explicitly stated in the following lines from the book itself:
"Theirs no time to lose
i heard her say
Cash your dreams before
they slip away..."
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
my first poem
During the 'safai abhiyan' carried out at home recently, i stumbled upon the poems i wrote a long time back.
The following holds special significance since this is my first poem written in class6. The poem goes like this:
"mera ek saathi hai,
woh lagta jaise haathi hai,
uski ek aasha hai,
woh hero banana chahta hai,
woh shadi karna chahta hai,
par kar nahi woh pata hai,
kyunki woh mota hai,
aur thoda sa chota hai"
i know its bekar even by standard of a class 6 child but then it was my first attempt...i worte many afterwards in a span of 6-7months...with a larger perspective of life...amongst them the best one,according to me, was titled 'sikka' which talks about money and its importance in todays world.
Just wondering if i was wiser then or now?
The following holds special significance since this is my first poem written in class6. The poem goes like this:
"mera ek saathi hai,
woh lagta jaise haathi hai,
uski ek aasha hai,
woh hero banana chahta hai,
woh shadi karna chahta hai,
par kar nahi woh pata hai,
kyunki woh mota hai,
aur thoda sa chota hai"
i know its bekar even by standard of a class 6 child but then it was my first attempt...i worte many afterwards in a span of 6-7months...with a larger perspective of life...amongst them the best one,according to me, was titled 'sikka' which talks about money and its importance in todays world.
Just wondering if i was wiser then or now?
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
what is it that makes me click?
Its been a long time since i wrote a post about my bad habits...but modesty itni handle nahi hoti so now i want to talk about my positive qualities...here goes the list i have been able to compile so far:
(1) once our geography teacher inquired about our future plans and stuff. It was wonderful to see an eclectic bunch of replies which included civil engineer,'fighter pilot', neuro surgeon, heart specialist, singer, actor et al. As usual i was at loss of words and somehow in the heat of the moment had a bet with a friend. I won the bet when i said "I want to become a good human being". It was a bet at that time that motivated me but now it is my own choice and still i want to be that elusive good human being...the one similar to ranbir kapoor of sawariya, the one like kareena kapoor of jab we met, the one like salman of hum saath saath hain.
(2) my sanguine nature keeps me ahead of the times. Seldom is there a time i end up sulking(when alone that is, with friends i am just the opposite), since i always keep a back up plan. Eg: if i somehow don't manage to get my BE degree on time...ie if i flunk in more that 2subjects in my 7th and 8th semester toh i can begin my IAS studies and besides that can try my hand at full time singineg by joining some singing classes to hone the already overflowing talent:)
(3) I dream of driving a Ferrari parked in my own mansion, built besides SRK's bungalow. I dream of making a foreign trip per month when at the helm of my career. I dream of making the biggest business leaders wait for me,while i finish off with my meeting. I dream of being busy when i am watching 3films per day and am still able to sleep for 10hours each day.
So basically i dream big, not the biggest, but always bigger than what the current scenario would allow.
(4) The main reason why i get animated during some of the discussions is that i really feel for the topic, which stems from my passion for the same...be it films,cricket,music,CAT or most other things...i just love to talk. 'koffee with CAT' at nescafe has been my longest discussion till date spanning over close to one year:)
(5) I call myself honest...not the sachcha jhootha types...but honest to myself, honest to the people i care about, and honest with my feelings for everybody else.
(6) moving on...i think myself to be a blessed person...somebody who has descended upon this earth to show to others how life is to be lived, how one should always try and maintain co-ordial relations with others, while seeking his own aims. I pray to God to help me become the best example of a human being, the kinds God intended to make when he thought of mankind.
(7) and as Adi suggested...the fact that i have an answer for every situation for every question howsoever weird it be...and that too to come up with it at the right moment is one of the other quality God has bestowed upon me.
That would be all for the time being...will edit the post as and when i think it needs some editing.
PS1: everybody reading the above must also read the post titled 'seems like somethings wrong with me' to put things in the right perspective.
PS2: The shift from Hinglish to almost complete English was intentional. I know it cuts the humour element but still wanted to shift gears this time round.
Now the time for song of the post...but iss baar guys i want to tell you all about 'Jab We Met'...if you haven't seen it till now then you are surely missing out on something. Never knew kareena and shahid could act and look so well:) Its the best 'light' love story after DDLJ. I say light coz veer-zaara was heavy duty:)
(1) once our geography teacher inquired about our future plans and stuff. It was wonderful to see an eclectic bunch of replies which included civil engineer,'fighter pilot', neuro surgeon, heart specialist, singer, actor et al. As usual i was at loss of words and somehow in the heat of the moment had a bet with a friend. I won the bet when i said "I want to become a good human being". It was a bet at that time that motivated me but now it is my own choice and still i want to be that elusive good human being...the one similar to ranbir kapoor of sawariya, the one like kareena kapoor of jab we met, the one like salman of hum saath saath hain.
(2) my sanguine nature keeps me ahead of the times. Seldom is there a time i end up sulking(when alone that is, with friends i am just the opposite), since i always keep a back up plan. Eg: if i somehow don't manage to get my BE degree on time...ie if i flunk in more that 2subjects in my 7th and 8th semester toh i can begin my IAS studies and besides that can try my hand at full time singineg by joining some singing classes to hone the already overflowing talent:)
(3) I dream of driving a Ferrari parked in my own mansion, built besides SRK's bungalow. I dream of making a foreign trip per month when at the helm of my career. I dream of making the biggest business leaders wait for me,while i finish off with my meeting. I dream of being busy when i am watching 3films per day and am still able to sleep for 10hours each day.
So basically i dream big, not the biggest, but always bigger than what the current scenario would allow.
(4) The main reason why i get animated during some of the discussions is that i really feel for the topic, which stems from my passion for the same...be it films,cricket,music,CAT or most other things...i just love to talk. 'koffee with CAT' at nescafe has been my longest discussion till date spanning over close to one year:)
(5) I call myself honest...not the sachcha jhootha types...but honest to myself, honest to the people i care about, and honest with my feelings for everybody else.
(6) moving on...i think myself to be a blessed person...somebody who has descended upon this earth to show to others how life is to be lived, how one should always try and maintain co-ordial relations with others, while seeking his own aims. I pray to God to help me become the best example of a human being, the kinds God intended to make when he thought of mankind.
(7) and as Adi suggested...the fact that i have an answer for every situation for every question howsoever weird it be...and that too to come up with it at the right moment is one of the other quality God has bestowed upon me.
That would be all for the time being...will edit the post as and when i think it needs some editing.
PS1: everybody reading the above must also read the post titled 'seems like somethings wrong with me' to put things in the right perspective.
PS2: The shift from Hinglish to almost complete English was intentional. I know it cuts the humour element but still wanted to shift gears this time round.
Now the time for song of the post...but iss baar guys i want to tell you all about 'Jab We Met'...if you haven't seen it till now then you are surely missing out on something. Never knew kareena and shahid could act and look so well:) Its the best 'light' love story after DDLJ. I say light coz veer-zaara was heavy duty:)
Sunday, September 23, 2007
It has already been close to 3.5months since my last post....and i am sure to have lost a major part of my customer base, of about 2-3readers, due to non-delivery of timely thass.
But i have had my own share of roller coaster rides recently....got placed and have a family function coming up soon. Besides that, the D-date for CAT is approaching fast and mock scores are as variant and low as ever and only a hand of God can be my saving grace it seems.
Blogging took a backseat majorly due to limited net-access as my compu which is already close to 6.5yrs old is on its death bed.
ohh and just before i end this rather wasteful post the 2songs which have caught my attention are:
(1) 'aankhon mein teri ajab si ajab si adaaein hain' from Om Shanti Om...i hope their's a good reason for choosing the such a name.
(2)'leja leja...churaake saare rang leja' from a various artists album....Shreya Ghoshal has done a stupendous job and justifies her national award.
PS: i actually wanted to blog just to letya all know that i m very much alive and kicking.
But i have had my own share of roller coaster rides recently....got placed and have a family function coming up soon. Besides that, the D-date for CAT is approaching fast and mock scores are as variant and low as ever and only a hand of God can be my saving grace it seems.
Blogging took a backseat majorly due to limited net-access as my compu which is already close to 6.5yrs old is on its death bed.
ohh and just before i end this rather wasteful post the 2songs which have caught my attention are:
(1) 'aankhon mein teri ajab si ajab si adaaein hain' from Om Shanti Om...i hope their's a good reason for choosing the such a name.
(2)'leja leja...churaake saare rang leja' from a various artists album....Shreya Ghoshal has done a stupendous job and justifies her national award.
PS: i actually wanted to blog just to letya all know that i m very much alive and kicking.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Jhooth bole crow kaate...
Social obligations and Professional hassles are best handled by keeping itm all straight and honest as far as possible...there is so much of clutter surrounding one these days that being candid is the best way out.
Infact lies according to me are more difficult to utter than truth coz of the following :
(1) The more you lie the more you need to keep it in mind, unnecessary wastage of human hdd.
(2) Manipulation is not something people of my age should indulge in, coz the real hurdles of life are still as far away from us as rakhi sawant is from deciding the mongolian nuclear policy. If we tend to buckle under the pressure right now, then its most obvious that we wont be able to handle it later on.
(3) People who seek the moral highground have a chance to satisfy their ego by not speaking lies at every other instant.
(4) Gandhiji ko khush karne ka isse easy chance nahi milega:)
Infact lies according to me are more difficult to utter than truth coz of the following :
(1) The more you lie the more you need to keep it in mind, unnecessary wastage of human hdd.
(2) Manipulation is not something people of my age should indulge in, coz the real hurdles of life are still as far away from us as rakhi sawant is from deciding the mongolian nuclear policy. If we tend to buckle under the pressure right now, then its most obvious that we wont be able to handle it later on.
(3) People who seek the moral highground have a chance to satisfy their ego by not speaking lies at every other instant.
(4) Gandhiji ko khush karne ka isse easy chance nahi milega:)
Monday, April 23, 2007
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Seems lyk something's wrong with me..!!
- Humility bilkul nahi hai...maybe sometimes i come across as a very down to earth person, maybe sometimes as an over confident fool...but the truth is that success does give me an illusion about myself....its gets into my head...and however hard i try it becomes diffcult to get back on earth.
- Lack of a routine...i can sleep at any point of time and wake up at any point of time....my family members have been too supporting for my own good...their filial love doesnt allow them to mind, if i dont take any reponsibility and enjoy all the rights....i dont even know who the 'dhobi' and who the 'jamadaarni' is...the other day i gave 11clothes to the latter for pressing...and she gladly accepted them as a 'baisakhi' gift....4hrs was the tym gap between my realisation of this blunder and us getting back the clothes from her home....it was during this time that i realised ki bhaiyya kuch galat ho raha hai lyf mein apan ke saath.
- Ability to focus...cannot concentrate on a single thing for a long period of time...say 2secs:)....my mind flits like a bird from 1 corner to another....and in the end landing up at the same place from where it started.
- i indulge in Moral high ground seeking activity everytime...its another thing i need to rectify...and if not rectify then atleast realise that it needs no rectification...yeh toh sounds lyk 'aayega aayega mein aayega aayega kitni baar aayega'?
- Jo waqt ki kadar karega, waqt ussi ki kadar karega....i have been preaching this all along...but i need to engrain it into my own system...killing time is one thing i need to get away from...bhaago !
- kahin cutting na ho jaaye...everytime some1 asks me to do a work..i make sure if hes doing an equal amount too....means har waqt darr hai ki saala kahin cuttting na ho jaaye...just want to get rid of this....if i can be unequally kind, unequally forgiving....then y not this ?? karma yoga ke upar kitaab padni padegi lagta hai...i need to realise ki 'aakhir thoda time hi extra lagega na, meri kismat toh nahi le jaayega koi...'!!
- frugalness is again somehow embedded into my soul...no probs with saving money but feeling bad if i ever do so is wrong, feeling bad if some one eats up the green stuff belonging to me, woh bhi galat hai...i need to learn to jus let it go....ek jaayega toh baad mein 100times multiply hoke aayega...
- Sometimes i feel i get too religious/superstitious...it all started from somewhere else but now it seems to have become an integral part of me...maybe its good, maybe its bad...but it drives my faith, and sometimes it hinders my thinking capability...so i m as confused as ever bout this...so bas decide karte hi corrective action leta hoon..so dont worry bout it...k?
- Got acquainted with mr tom moody recently....and he told me ki bhaiyya aap bhi meri tarah moody ho...bas difference itna hai that i am one in name while you lived upto my name...pichle janam mein bhai-bhai rahe honge pakka....
- searching for 1 more....mil gaya...The surroundings, the environment, the family support, wht people would think, how they would respond...all tend to hav an adverse effect in my decision making...i think its all about a lack of focus...coz thts when one starts to seek refuge outwards rather than inwards.
- ek aur yaad aa gayi....egotist,ego-centric,egoist...all 3 r different words...like hepatitis a,b,c and i am afflicted by all 3 of them...koi vaccine hai market mein iske liye toh do temme?
- the way i conduct myself in a group sometimes is just not correct, getting too animated and emotional at times is yet another thing bad about myself...
Sunday, April 08, 2007
Fab hai yeh gaana toh !!
The following is a song from 'Kashmir Ki Kali':
Ek thaa gul aur ek thee bulbul dono chaman mein rahate the
hai ye kahaanee bilkul sachchee, mere naanaa kahate the
bulbul kuchh aise gaatee thee, aise gaatee thee, aise gaatee thee
fem-kaise gaatee thee
bulbul kuchh aise gaatee thee, jaise tum baatein karatee ho
wo gul aise sharamaataa thaa, aise sharamaataa thaa, aise sharamaataa thaa
fem-kaise sharamaataa thaa
wo gul aise sharamaataa thaa, jaise main ghabaraa jaataa hoo
bulbul ko maaloom naheen thaa,gul aise kyon sharamaataa thaa
wo kyaa jaane usakaa nagmaa,gul ke dil ko dhadakaataa thaa
dil ke bhed naa aate lab pe, ye dil mein hee rahate the
lekin aakhir dil kee baate,aise kitane din chhoopatee hain
ye wo kaliyaan hain jo ek din, bas kaante ban ke chubhatee hain
ek din jaan liyaa bulbul ne,wo gul us kaa diwaanaa hai
tum ko pasand aayaa ho to boloo,phir aage jo afasaanaa hai
fem-bolo na chup kyon ho gaye
ek duje kaa ho jaane par, wo donon majaboor huye
un dono ke pyaar ke kisse, gulashan mein mashahoor huye
saath jiyenge, saath marenge, wo dono ye kahate the
fem-phir kya hua
phir ek din kee baat sunaaoo,ek sayyaad chaman mein aayaa
le gayaa wo bulbul ko pakad ke,aur diwaanaa gul murjhaayaa
shaayar log bayaan karate hain,aise unkee judaayee kee baatein
gaate the ye geet wo donon,saiyyaa beenaa naheen katatee raate
mast bahaaron kaa mausam thaa, aankh se aansoo bahate the
aatee thee aawaaj humeshaa, ye jhilmil jhilmil taaron se
jisakaa naam mohabbat hai wo, kab rukatee hain diwaaron se
ek din aah gul-o-bulbul kee, us pinjare se jaa takaraayee
tootaa pinjaraa, chhootaa kaidee,detaa rahaa saiyyaad duhaayee
rok sake naa usko milake, saaraa zamaanaa, saaree khudaayee
gul saajan ko geet sunaane, bulbul baag mein waapas aayee
fem-raja bahut achchhi kahanee hai
yaad sadaa rakhanaa ye kahaanee, chaahe jeenaa, chaahe maranaa
tum bhee kisee se pyaar karo to, pyaar gula-o-bulabul saa karanaa...
Just a Side Note:
Had some1 put these lines into Bharti Yadav's ears, the pertinent case might have taken a different route altogether. She did try to strike out an optimum balance by not belittling the truth and yet maintain a certain stance which would hold her family in good stead. But still i feel that had she paid even a scant regard to the
fact that Nitish had to die coz he loved her, the tilt might have been towards the deceased's family.
His bros are not agents of death sent from hell,they must have tried to persuade Nitish out of the situation. The fact that he died is ample testimony to the fact that the heer-ranjha, romeo-julliet, and sohni-mahiwal that we are so proud of, our still somewhat embedded in the social fabric of our culture.
Ek thaa gul aur ek thee bulbul dono chaman mein rahate the
hai ye kahaanee bilkul sachchee, mere naanaa kahate the
bulbul kuchh aise gaatee thee, aise gaatee thee, aise gaatee thee
fem-kaise gaatee thee
bulbul kuchh aise gaatee thee, jaise tum baatein karatee ho
wo gul aise sharamaataa thaa, aise sharamaataa thaa, aise sharamaataa thaa
fem-kaise sharamaataa thaa
wo gul aise sharamaataa thaa, jaise main ghabaraa jaataa hoo
bulbul ko maaloom naheen thaa,gul aise kyon sharamaataa thaa
wo kyaa jaane usakaa nagmaa,gul ke dil ko dhadakaataa thaa
dil ke bhed naa aate lab pe, ye dil mein hee rahate the
lekin aakhir dil kee baate,aise kitane din chhoopatee hain
ye wo kaliyaan hain jo ek din, bas kaante ban ke chubhatee hain
ek din jaan liyaa bulbul ne,wo gul us kaa diwaanaa hai
tum ko pasand aayaa ho to boloo,phir aage jo afasaanaa hai
fem-bolo na chup kyon ho gaye
ek duje kaa ho jaane par, wo donon majaboor huye
un dono ke pyaar ke kisse, gulashan mein mashahoor huye
saath jiyenge, saath marenge, wo dono ye kahate the
fem-phir kya hua
phir ek din kee baat sunaaoo,ek sayyaad chaman mein aayaa
le gayaa wo bulbul ko pakad ke,aur diwaanaa gul murjhaayaa
shaayar log bayaan karate hain,aise unkee judaayee kee baatein
gaate the ye geet wo donon,saiyyaa beenaa naheen katatee raate
mast bahaaron kaa mausam thaa, aankh se aansoo bahate the
aatee thee aawaaj humeshaa, ye jhilmil jhilmil taaron se
jisakaa naam mohabbat hai wo, kab rukatee hain diwaaron se
ek din aah gul-o-bulbul kee, us pinjare se jaa takaraayee
tootaa pinjaraa, chhootaa kaidee,detaa rahaa saiyyaad duhaayee
rok sake naa usko milake, saaraa zamaanaa, saaree khudaayee
gul saajan ko geet sunaane, bulbul baag mein waapas aayee
fem-raja bahut achchhi kahanee hai
yaad sadaa rakhanaa ye kahaanee, chaahe jeenaa, chaahe maranaa
tum bhee kisee se pyaar karo to, pyaar gula-o-bulabul saa karanaa...
Just a Side Note:
Had some1 put these lines into Bharti Yadav's ears, the pertinent case might have taken a different route altogether. She did try to strike out an optimum balance by not belittling the truth and yet maintain a certain stance which would hold her family in good stead. But still i feel that had she paid even a scant regard to the
fact that Nitish had to die coz he loved her, the tilt might have been towards the deceased's family.
His bros are not agents of death sent from hell,they must have tried to persuade Nitish out of the situation. The fact that he died is ample testimony to the fact that the heer-ranjha, romeo-julliet, and sohni-mahiwal that we are so proud of, our still somewhat embedded in the social fabric of our culture.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Moksha'07
Our 3rd(for me) inter-college festival 'Moksha' came to an end yesterday....but for me it has left indelible marks on my memory.
DAY1: not many people came for the fest on the first day resulting in dismal attendance( though i never cared for attendance in my classes). The whole day of mine was spent taking part in an event called 'Rang De Basanti', hence couldnt take part in any other activity. Even though i came second in the event and got 400 bucks + a reebok t-shirt as prize i wasnt kinda impressed by myself. I rate my performance as poor since i fumbled too many times to be considered as eloquent. Had it not been for the reading desk/lecter i dont think i would have been able to do half as good as i did with it.
Also a special thanks to manish for motivating me to take part in the event, and for supporting my idea in the prelims. Had it not been for him i dont think i would have reached so-far.
All in all a good learning experience which taught me that i still need to polish my skills as far as public speaking is concerned. Even after a few of certis now, still i get jittery infornt of the mic.
There were positives too, wherein i realised that i normally do have good points to put forward + my conviction and ability to be able to persuade someone else is also above average, when language is not a barrier that is.
DAY2: Took part in English GD, and the Bigger B. The latter was a marketing event wherein a team of two had to sell and buy stuff at the maximum profit. I has Sunanda as my teammate, and i thought she did a pretty good job by hiding my 'money laundering' and 'black marketing' trails....aur abhi toh MBA ki nahi hai.
I always want to be/talk of being truthful and upfrontly honest to every1 around us(including myself) hence was quite disappointed later on as the feeling dawned upon me of having done something wrong. Surprisingly we came 2nd in the event, and realised that had we not indulged in the cheating stuff we would still have been at the same position.
Hence lesson of a futile effort of cheating which puts unnecessary mental pressure was learnt and hopefully stored as ROM.
English GD dint go as good as i would have liked it to. As far as my evaluation is concerned i thought i was 3rd-4th in my group of 12 out of which just 1 person was selected for the finals. This definitely no where close to the standards that I had set for myself. The feedback I got corroborated my earlier belief of 'nice points but poor timing to put them forward'.
DAY3: It was the worst day of the lot. Got selected for the finals of 'youth parliament' and completely fucked up the event....yea i mean that. I missed my CL class, 2-3 other events for something that got my confi down to almost the ground-level in just one go. Was very poor in my was of conveying my point across to the 'hounourable speaker sir' and the judges. It took me more than double the time limit to finish all I had to say....hence dint event wait for the results to be declared. Just rushed back home and hid my face in a quilt on my bed.
Went back to the college with a hope to start it all afresh....JAM jammakar attend kiya and had some real fun with everyone else in Rags room where we spent out night. We ended up disturbing him a lot...to the limits that he wasnt even allowing me to keep my bag in his room the next day...sorry dude.
DAY4: Pissed off with the whole affair of attending day events i went to my class in the morning at CL...after a mere 1 hour sleep. But since the timings suited my body clock it wasnt much of a problem except that I had a bad throat + dint get a comb to tidy my hair.
Reached college by around 8:30 and the next 6-7hours were simply awesome coz it was d first time i drank with an aim of getting completely high. A visit to a nearby shop and 2 friends was all I needed...and the scene was set for entertainment...for if caught on camera it would have had the ability to embarass me for months without end. Waise have already made a list of about 25people to whom I intend to apoligise for my behaviour.
At the end of it all...I feel its fine if I dont indulge in it too often. As it is I have realised my poor ability to handle the hard stuff, and hope it remains that ways always.
All in all had nice fun. Hope the fun I had in Moksha help me get back on track as far as academics is concerned.
DAY1: not many people came for the fest on the first day resulting in dismal attendance( though i never cared for attendance in my classes). The whole day of mine was spent taking part in an event called 'Rang De Basanti', hence couldnt take part in any other activity. Even though i came second in the event and got 400 bucks + a reebok t-shirt as prize i wasnt kinda impressed by myself. I rate my performance as poor since i fumbled too many times to be considered as eloquent. Had it not been for the reading desk/lecter i dont think i would have been able to do half as good as i did with it.
Also a special thanks to manish for motivating me to take part in the event, and for supporting my idea in the prelims. Had it not been for him i dont think i would have reached so-far.
All in all a good learning experience which taught me that i still need to polish my skills as far as public speaking is concerned. Even after a few of certis now, still i get jittery infornt of the mic.
There were positives too, wherein i realised that i normally do have good points to put forward + my conviction and ability to be able to persuade someone else is also above average, when language is not a barrier that is.
DAY2: Took part in English GD, and the Bigger B. The latter was a marketing event wherein a team of two had to sell and buy stuff at the maximum profit. I has Sunanda as my teammate, and i thought she did a pretty good job by hiding my 'money laundering' and 'black marketing' trails....aur abhi toh MBA ki nahi hai.
I always want to be/talk of being truthful and upfrontly honest to every1 around us(including myself) hence was quite disappointed later on as the feeling dawned upon me of having done something wrong. Surprisingly we came 2nd in the event, and realised that had we not indulged in the cheating stuff we would still have been at the same position.
Hence lesson of a futile effort of cheating which puts unnecessary mental pressure was learnt and hopefully stored as ROM.
English GD dint go as good as i would have liked it to. As far as my evaluation is concerned i thought i was 3rd-4th in my group of 12 out of which just 1 person was selected for the finals. This definitely no where close to the standards that I had set for myself. The feedback I got corroborated my earlier belief of 'nice points but poor timing to put them forward'.
DAY3: It was the worst day of the lot. Got selected for the finals of 'youth parliament' and completely fucked up the event....yea i mean that. I missed my CL class, 2-3 other events for something that got my confi down to almost the ground-level in just one go. Was very poor in my was of conveying my point across to the 'hounourable speaker sir' and the judges. It took me more than double the time limit to finish all I had to say....hence dint event wait for the results to be declared. Just rushed back home and hid my face in a quilt on my bed.
Went back to the college with a hope to start it all afresh....JAM jammakar attend kiya and had some real fun with everyone else in Rags room where we spent out night. We ended up disturbing him a lot...to the limits that he wasnt even allowing me to keep my bag in his room the next day...sorry dude.
DAY4: Pissed off with the whole affair of attending day events i went to my class in the morning at CL...after a mere 1 hour sleep. But since the timings suited my body clock it wasnt much of a problem except that I had a bad throat + dint get a comb to tidy my hair.
Reached college by around 8:30 and the next 6-7hours were simply awesome coz it was d first time i drank with an aim of getting completely high. A visit to a nearby shop and 2 friends was all I needed...and the scene was set for entertainment...for if caught on camera it would have had the ability to embarass me for months without end. Waise have already made a list of about 25people to whom I intend to apoligise for my behaviour.
At the end of it all...I feel its fine if I dont indulge in it too often. As it is I have realised my poor ability to handle the hard stuff, and hope it remains that ways always.
All in all had nice fun. Hope the fun I had in Moksha help me get back on track as far as academics is concerned.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
hat-it up
This is with reference to an interesting article i read a few days back.
Often we get caught up in situations which call for a fast and effective solution, to exit the problem gracefully without causing any hassles to the near and dear ones. At that particular juncture we often tend to get carried away with thoughts that play on our mind and we often end up taking decisions, which make us regret later.
Edward De Bono offered a simple solution to this crisis. Just like we have wear many faces for diferent situations in life...we need to take a holistic view of every situation in life which we do by wearing different 'HATS' to give a different perspective from all angles...
In theory there are 6 hats namely:
PS: In what order we wear the hats depends on situation to situation...like in a love-relation we should always try and wear the RED hat before the WHITE one. Also more weight should be attached to the RED hat in this case.
PPS: no song iss baar, so that i dont leave you the song but the HAT theory prefessed by edward de bono to ponder over....so keep hatting-up till i find something else worth posting.
Often we get caught up in situations which call for a fast and effective solution, to exit the problem gracefully without causing any hassles to the near and dear ones. At that particular juncture we often tend to get carried away with thoughts that play on our mind and we often end up taking decisions, which make us regret later.
Edward De Bono offered a simple solution to this crisis. Just like we have wear many faces for diferent situations in life...we need to take a holistic view of every situation in life which we do by wearing different 'HATS' to give a different perspective from all angles...
In theory there are 6 hats namely:
- WHITE: no conjectures and surmises, just try and look at the situation from the perspective of a 3rd person ie just pure,basic,undiluted facts.
- YELLOW: Optimism, and all other positives and benefits of going one way or the other.
- BLACK: talks about the negatives and other problems which might arise.
- GREEN: to try and give birth to an out of box/creative notion to tackle the situation at hand.
- RED: this hat deals with all emotional aspects.
- BLUE: this once is like a manager, which tries to decide the order in which the hats are to be worn and also the weight associated with each hat which varies wid situation.
PS: In what order we wear the hats depends on situation to situation...like in a love-relation we should always try and wear the RED hat before the WHITE one. Also more weight should be attached to the RED hat in this case.
PPS: no song iss baar, so that i dont leave you the song but the HAT theory prefessed by edward de bono to ponder over....so keep hatting-up till i find something else worth posting.
28th of december'06...registered for life!!!
I know I promised u all to bring to an end, writing stuff bout myself and hence put a full stop to all the negative vibes. I am being forced to flout my promise, ie if u treat it as one, but you all can be rest assured that the day was as horrid as it could get.
I spent the 27th night busy trying to configure my flashget, downloading s/w and stuff. 'Being Cyrus' - one of the very few 'good' movies which i dint get to see this year- was being downloaded. Inspite of the stalling and megaupload problems i persisted with the download but could'nt complete it.
It must have been 6:30am by then and as i was shutting off my computer, i heard the loudest sound byte of my life. Little did i know that it was going to be by far the most horrid 3-4secs of my life.
I thought it to be a 'real bomb' --coz the sound just seemed so real-- which had exploded outside the house. Unforutnately i was wrong, the sound had come from completely the opposite direction, from the kitchen...yes thats the place where all the drama rather action took place.
On hearing my mom's voice or rather meek crying or sobbing,whtever u may call it, just seemed that something trrible had happened to her. While i made a dash from my room to the kitchen, all sorts of thoughts filled my mind to the hilt, was she ok?was she on fire?did the cylinder burst?
But thankfully, it wasnt to be the case. As i rushed towards the kitchen i saw a whole lot of mess, and mom reaching towards me. On not being able to control my speed, we both just fell on each other.
It was then that i realised that none mischief related to fire took place. This brought an end to the most horrific 20secs of my life till date...
This was followed by intense clensing of the kitchen with the tiles,roof,floor,walls all covered with rajma...and yea i went out and after some persuading got some burnol from the next door chemist who was still in deep slimber...while all four of us had been shaken out of the dream called life, to get us back to the hell called life.
PS: I started writing this post on the 28th of december itself but coudn't
complete. As things stand right now, we in the family have faced 4
different situations/real-time crisis which involve getting out a
horrid experience of kidnapping, and striking a sort of lottery which
has the capabilty to fulfill one of the longest wish of my parents !!
Alright as for the song now...though i should post a nice song which teaches us to put both happiness and sadness at equal footing, and its not that i cannot figure out one...still i shall deviate and tellya about a song thts on my lips these dayz. Its from salaam-e-ishq one of the most waited flicks this year.
"pyaar hai ya saza
aye mere dil bata
tootha kyun nahi, dard ka silsila
iss pyar mein ho kaise-2 ye imtihaan
ye pyaar likhe kaisi-2 hi dastaan
ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar"
I spent the 27th night busy trying to configure my flashget, downloading s/w and stuff. 'Being Cyrus' - one of the very few 'good' movies which i dint get to see this year- was being downloaded. Inspite of the stalling and megaupload problems i persisted with the download but could'nt complete it.
It must have been 6:30am by then and as i was shutting off my computer, i heard the loudest sound byte of my life. Little did i know that it was going to be by far the most horrid 3-4secs of my life.
I thought it to be a 'real bomb' --coz the sound just seemed so real-- which had exploded outside the house. Unforutnately i was wrong, the sound had come from completely the opposite direction, from the kitchen...yes thats the place where all the drama rather action took place.
On hearing my mom's voice or rather meek crying or sobbing,whtever u may call it, just seemed that something trrible had happened to her. While i made a dash from my room to the kitchen, all sorts of thoughts filled my mind to the hilt, was she ok?was she on fire?did the cylinder burst?
But thankfully, it wasnt to be the case. As i rushed towards the kitchen i saw a whole lot of mess, and mom reaching towards me. On not being able to control my speed, we both just fell on each other.
It was then that i realised that none mischief related to fire took place. This brought an end to the most horrific 20secs of my life till date...
This was followed by intense clensing of the kitchen with the tiles,roof,floor,walls all covered with rajma...and yea i went out and after some persuading got some burnol from the next door chemist who was still in deep slimber...while all four of us had been shaken out of the dream called life, to get us back to the hell called life.
PS: I started writing this post on the 28th of december itself but coudn't
complete. As things stand right now, we in the family have faced 4
different situations/real-time crisis which involve getting out a
horrid experience of kidnapping, and striking a sort of lottery which
has the capabilty to fulfill one of the longest wish of my parents !!
Alright as for the song now...though i should post a nice song which teaches us to put both happiness and sadness at equal footing, and its not that i cannot figure out one...still i shall deviate and tellya about a song thts on my lips these dayz. Its from salaam-e-ishq one of the most waited flicks this year.
"pyaar hai ya saza
aye mere dil bata
tootha kyun nahi, dard ka silsila
iss pyar mein ho kaise-2 ye imtihaan
ye pyaar likhe kaisi-2 hi dastaan
ya rabba de de koi jaan bhi agar
dilbar pe ho na, dilbar pe ho na koi asar"
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