allo!
i'm afraid i haven't blogged for soooo long that i've completely forgotten how to blog... and i'm even more afraid that no one will read what i say anyway :(
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see, i told you, i HAVE forgotten how to say more than a sentence while blogging.
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i shall be off now, and try again later :(

buh-bye!

my mother wanted me to go for a Bangalore Walk...

eh?

ah well, imagine being told to wake up on a Sunday morning at about 5 o' clock and arrive at someplace at 0645 to walk down MG Road.

EVERYBODY has walked down MG Road.

so what's the special thing eh?

why would someone who has lived in Bangalore for the larger part of her life want to shell out cash to do something she has done a gazillion times before!?

here is the embarrassing part.

despite the gazillion times she has walked down the road, she figures she knows nothing (zilch) about it. And the revelation is rather rattling....

Ever thought you'd see poultry on Mahatma Gandhi Road....or chance upon Winston Churchill's old plot of land? Ever realised that most of the view from Barton Centre is of trees, and we just didn't know of their existence? 

The walk, though not much of an exercise physically, to me seems more important for a local citizen to trudge through than for a visitor to the city. Perhaps it could do that little bit to boost the sagging pride we have in the city in which we live...And perhaps it could get rid of that oh-so-common line, "I have visitors at home, but there is nothing in Bangalore to show them..."

Everyday one sees posters of "I'm Leaving Bangalore".... you really are? Your loss then, I'm afraid...

Perhaps it's time we quit cribbing and began to do something.

Maybe the next time we think there are too few trees around, we could spend an hour at the local nursery to buy some saplings and plant them....It would be better work done than watching a movie, wouldn't it? 

Perhaps the next time we feel that the traffic is just too much, we ought to take a walk...and not bang our heads sitting in an air conditioned sedan....

Perhaps....

There is much the city can do to improve...but its rather unlikely that it's going to get about doing it on its own...Maybe it's our job to get it functional again? Maybe we ought to figure out the fact that doing something to alleviate Bangalore's problems is going to boomerang back to us...

Maybe i ought to quit preaching and go do something about this mess...

ciao..

I was just informed of another blast.

Sometime ago, had there been a blast anywhere in India we would all know about it, the death tolls, the suspected groups....at least i would try to keep myself updated...i would definitely feel terrible for the victims...and i would be shocked at the act.

that was some time ago...not too long back, but in an age where a bomb blast warranted a certain degree of shock and not reluctant acceptance....an age where there were not so many attacks a week that one is absolutely unable to keep track of them all!

Barkha Dutt on national television called serial blasts a "monthly routine" in India. Minutes after a blast one gets to hear Narendra Modi stating that the UPA government is weak, that he had personally informed the prime minister of the possibility of such an occurrence. Somehow no one seems to offer condolences to those victimised by the blast, no one seems to show concern about the state of affairs in the site of the blast. All our ELECTED politicians care about is the Parliament House, and the affair that go on in their plush halls...somewhere in a political labyrinth our leaders seem to have lost their humane nature...somewhere in all the hustle and bustle of our daily lives the average Indian has begun taking terror for granted. After all, terrorism does raise its monstrous head ever so often..

There is so much debate about POTA. India needs stronger laws, they say. Indeed, that may well be the case, but much more than stronger laws, it's stronger law enforcement that is strangely lacking. We are unable to intercept a terrorist setup that is literally blowing apart the country, but we sure can make use of the opportunities terrorism sets up for us in the parliamentary house as a topic for many "fruitful" debates....an opportunity for the opposition to set the government up in bad light...we continue to thrash out the issue in public places, no matter that the terrorists are going about their work quietly.

Maybe it is time for us to learn from the enemy. They may be on the wrong side, but they sure know how to get their work done, which is more than anything that can be said for us....

exams....

when you go to see, most of my blogs have been related to academics in some way or the other!

wonder why?!?

so then, those dratted things began sometime back, and are well on their way to completion. Only one thing remained static through all of it - I messed up.

i seem to have lost total interest in education as we see it... if someone tells me that i ruined what could have been an amazing paper, i really don't react.

I speak for myself, but i'm sure there are more like me who just don't feel like continuing the ritual grind of mugging up data and throwing it up onto a bit of paper. Many who are as disillusionised as i am about our education system...Many who just feel like giving up.

Perhaps i don't have enough will power in me, or i'm plain lazy... yet when it comes to non academic stuff i seem to be able to concentrate well enough.... why is it that i just don't feel like studying anymore.? The answer is simple enough. No one really cares whether you understand something or not; no one gives a hoot about your depth of comprehension...all that people want is that you know your text book off by heart, and are able to reproduce that onto your paper.

this, i am afraid, is beyond me. If i ask a teacher too many doubts, she either thinks i am wasting time, or trying to test her. Is it absolutely impossible that a student ask a teacher questions for the simple reason of trying to understand what is happening in class? Or are they evil little twits that were born to irritate the almighty Teacher?

If i go on at this rate all that will happen is that i will not get into any premier institution. Does that matter as much as it is made out to be? People can excel no matter where they study, so why the rat race towards only a few institutions in the world? Yes, they may be well established, yet there too it's a student's work that counts....

the other day a teacher told me " If you continue studying like this you will not get into IIT" when will it start occuring to people that people may have dreams beyond IIT, people may not necessarily wish to do engineering, people may have soft skills.

For that matter, why is a soft skill called so? what really is so "soft" about it? As far as I know, it takes much more guts to get up on stage and deliver a speech than to go write an exam where you are one among so many. Both require work, both are difficult in their own right. then Why are toppers equivalent to God, while that girl-who-speaks-well should have concentrated on her studies?

The sciences are subjects that only the intelligent understand, while arts are for those who are not up to the sciences...

What, prithee, would you write your research papers in without a basic knowledge of language? They complement each other, do they not? Then why such a segregation? why is one asked their math and science marks, but no one ever says " Please do well in English its essential for your survival in today's world"?

i know i am ranting, and i also know that i will, soon after, get back to studying a science subject... but all i ask you, reader, is to enjoy whatever you enjoy, and for heavens sake don't make another feel inferior for the simple reason that their source of enjoyment is different.

good bye.

when you feel all dejected

and your dreams turn sour

when disappointment is all you get

at the turn of every hour.

when the happiest memories bring tears

when 'joy' seems to be unheard of..

when every smile seems to jeer at you

and every word hurts..

when every mouthful tastes like cardboard

without someone to share it with..

when you try so hard to get something

and then just watch it go...

when you feel like a total lout

and nobody says that you are not..

when you want to keep what is new,

yet desperately miss the days of old...

when you are all blue

and sobs just rack your frame

i'll give you a hug

'cause i feel that way too.........

i know the writing just sucks....

was thinking aloud....

sorry for the eyesore.....

bring out the champagne folks.!.!.!

SMUN 2008.
was fun
note the past tense.
i miss smun.
waah!

rewind...

on the 24th of July, ninni decides its finally time for her to print all her data out. she begins to do so. 3 pages done. power cut. the hapless gal has no inverter or UPS. therefore printing cancelled.
the lil nitwit curses and promptly falls asleep at the comp table.
wakes up at 2 am on the 25th of July.
curses some more.
*$&*@&*!
the computer has booted. she is happy. happiness is short lived. ALL the files that she had so painstakingly put together for SMUN 2008 are deleted from hard disk.
CURSES LOUDLY.
cries a little more than a little bit. everything seems to be going wrong. hapless girl will not mention the rest of everything.
:(
till she goes in for a bath that morning she spends her time trying to find her data again. she goes for the first day of SMUN unfortunately ill prepared.
reaches there early as usual.
looks around. sees no known faces. therefore sets about making unknown faces known.
takes a couple of pictures for people..
looks at the way everyone is dressed. feels under prepared, horribly dressed and fat :(
not to mention sad.
and sleepy.
the inauguration begins.
spirit lifts...girl is with people she knows.
inauguration ends. Chief guest speech was good. not the usual boring ones.
girl notes that Sukrita Chatterji has a nice voice, especially while in prayer. comforting voice :)
sophia has a lovely auditorium :)
moves to language room.
no power. the dim lighting suits the girl just fine.
realises that germany, ally and friend is seated beside her.
spirit soars( for a little while)
session begins.
china seems well prepared. is well prepared actually.
girl takes some time to realise what is happening. nearly forgets to put her name on General Speakers List.
China seems excessively well prepared. Girl seeths at the thought that she too was just as informed, but had no printed proof. therefore keeps shut.
speaks once. a tentative step towards enjoyment.
speaks twice.
chief guest walks in. girl is struck dumb.
chief guest walks out.
girl starts talking again.
power comes back on.
girl realises that the pen given to her was BRIGHT green, and was rightly named BRIGHT!!
girl talks a lot after that.
realises that Chair is cutely dressed. and also realises that chair is refusing to recognise her, so that others could talk.
first milestone reached.
she SPOKE! a little excessively, so says chair during tea break.
w00t!
rest of the day passed in a great deal of enjoyment, and chair continued to ignore the Delegate Of France.
delegate unhappy.
sends the bench a message reminding them of her existance.
delegate is recognised.
delegate blabbers about things about which she has no proof what so ever.
stammers ever so slightly. yet delegate of iran( target :D ) seems to be blustering.
good. yet delegate of iran comes back with a vengeance.
DELEGATE OF CHINA. go bury your head in a cauldron full of boiling water.!
delegate of iran comes back with the same sort of vengeance a little too many times. arguments are sounding vague and boring.
delegate goes up on dias to speak.
nearly falls asleep due to boredom caused by her own address. yields to comments, though she meant to yield to questions.
delegate of switzerland questions her. rephrases to a statement.
delegate of france had NO clue what so ever about what was just said.
yet submits a written statement to the chair, picking up points from Switzerland's own statement. Chair seems convinced.
In all the talking and story telling, girl forgets to start moderated caucus on the topics she had handpicked.
is of the opinion that the next day would NOT just be substantive session.
stoopid, loony toon of a girl.
next day she gets a rude shock when secretary general states that tabled debate would NOT be resumed.
resigns herself to her fate.
talks some more.
switzerland is picked on, by everybody. Sukrita looks as though she would like to give the poor guy a nice lil hug :) awwwww <3
then disaster strikes.
press picks on her poor( NOT) nation.
delegate has NO idea what so ever about the topic of discussion.
her eyes are burning with sleep. delegate has not touched bed since 23rd of july.
delegate blabbers BULLCRAP till the spokesperson of press decides that the ill prepared delegate will neither admit defeat nor make any sense. therefore she orders the delegate to be seated.
the delegate of switzerland and israel seem very amused at the delegate's lame excuses.
disaster number 2 strikes.
the crisis situation HAD to be on the franco-swiss-german border. germany was absent due to momma's worry about bomb blasts.
chair flashes an evil grin at delegate of France and states with obvious pleasure that france being germany's closest ally would have to speak for and take blame for germany.
the world body erupts in wierd talk.
france/germany makes a bunch of statements that evoke laughter and a couple of points well made... :)
czech republic (that arse) is suspended due to his wishful thinking and violent mind.
resolution is drafted.
delegate of france again realises the problems of wearing heels and being fat.
heels are tantamount to stamping on others and causing pain, and vice versa.
being fat => one feels VERY squished.
resolution is passed with over whelming majority :)
substantive debate continues.
delegate is sleeping.
snoring
not really
is grilling iran again.
iran is making the same lame excuses.
chair shifts attention to Switzerland. wonder WHY!!! :)
break
the chair is ragged by delegates about the evident emotional link up between the delegate of switzerland and her.
the delegate of france notes with pleasure that the chair smiles and blushes. then makes a show of being impartial. no one is fooled.
the substantive session resumes.
resolution UNESCO01/01 passes.
delegates applaud for themselves.
it all ends.
it didn't personally go as well as the Delegate of France had wished it to go, yet the delegate had an amazing time. SMUN took her mind off pressing matters that were causing her a heartache.
now they have returned.
and SMUN is over
the trophy and the BRIGHT!!! green pen remain....
and a brain full of memories.

note: the delegate intends to include an entire post on the motions to entertain soon.
:)


:(

The case of the missing pencil case

yeah you did read that right.
the case of the missing pencil case...all my life i have taken my "box" for granted. it was always full of nice pens and a whole jamboree of other things that stationery freaks are crazy about.. i really didn't think it could wreak any havoc in my life....ah! i am proven wrong again.
Its been flicked. cold heartedly. and my mom thinks it my fault. The results of having lost a pencil case are :
1. you miss it :(
2. people think you are plain wierd coz you go on whining about it :(
3. if you have a mom like mine, the loss somehow becomes your fault. you were supposed to have known that this was to have happened and you should have removed everything from it. wonder why take it at all then....
4. your mom grounds you, refuses to let you go get a new set of pens and pencils and the like...and you really don't know what to do..since the pens you have at home are not ones that you like using.
5. you realise that the pen you need to complete your practs( and they won't let you use anything else) was in it when it was flicked. it follows in logical succession that you are blasted in school and no one believes that your mom refused to let you buy a new pen.
6. and you are desperately miserable. and you have no outlet for your freaky grief but a blog which no one reads.
a lovely warm fuzzy feeling is flooding me. yeah right!
damn it, can't anyone realise that you did not hold it out n say "here! flick it!!" that you really are not jobless enough to make up lame excuses like mine for physics practs and that you totally HATE the freak of nature who flicked it.

damn it all, i shall never lend anything to anybody again in my life.
Amen.

PS:

am appy happy! i got it back :) lol, nasty naughty dirty stinky cute lil boys gave it back!!