tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82373658014441735222024-03-20T02:24:49.929-07:00Keep your face to the sun, you'll never see shadowNot a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-42137294164434367792010-04-06T10:09:00.000-07:002010-08-11T10:22:25.575-07:00Book Review : 2 States : The story of my marriage :)Its been long since I wrote something.I have off late been in a wandering thought process.Lots to do where work is concerned but still some thoughts,weaving their tales at the back of my mind.Anticipation,anxiety which doesn't seem to die.Overlapping thoughts which seem so muddled up that one single thought cannot be picked up explicitly.<br /><br /><br /> <br />In this wierd frame of mind,I happened to read the hot favourite '2 States' which has somehow left an influence on every couple dating or non-dating.The reason why this book has done so well is because it has connected with the masses,youngsters and even married couples who recall their days of convincing the girl's side or the boy's mother.Certain parts in the book are so true especially Krish's cousin's marriage in Delhi which is so typically 'Delhi',the line about '3 things what guys live for',Dolly the Delhi girl and the detailed description of her mother and how she flaunts her petrol pumps,the part where Ananya slams Duke of being a looser being one of my favourite parts.<br /><br />But apart from the amazingly funny one liners and the dry sarcasm to set someone rolling,lies a message which the author says in his subtle way.......that love doesn't lie in the boundaries of religion.It lies in the simple fact that two people who love each other..want to be with each other...and do not know each other as a Hindu or a Christian or a Parsi or a Malyali.When someone makes a friend,he or she makes a friend for the soul reason that they connect with each other,can share everything with each other like no one else.So why not the same while choosing a partner?Why are we bounded in these chains which hold value only on a spirtual level.<br /><br />Its not stars,horoscopes,color and race but interests,feelings and attachments which should matter more in today's world.Where the divorce rates seem to peak higher and higher,people have lost the connection with their loved ones for the very sad reason that they never connected,even though their horoscopes were a perfect match.<br /><br />This book is more importantly written for the parents of our country rather than the children to tell them that we don't want to go against you and do something but rather convince you so that you too will add to this happiness......The reason being that 'We love You'.<br /><br />Now lemme be honest, I'm not a huge fan of Chetan Bhagat! I didn't like 3 mistakes at all...reading 3 mistakes was one of the many mistakes of my life :P I liked fps though....But this one is worth a look :)Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-74115279825938634142009-10-31T00:39:00.000-07:002009-10-31T00:41:32.935-07:00Reverence :)A singular thought transfixed.<br />While at that moment it is the truth.<br />Why every breath mixed<br />In love and warmth its root?<br /><br />Fervour in a fit of passion<br />Or is it a desire for oneness.<br />Humble, quiet compassion<br />In life and act and fairness<br /><br />Revered is that holy sight,<br />I did see from my cradle.<br />And in that ever guiding light,<br />I did build my mettle.<br /><br />Upon that warm hand <br />That rested on my shoulder.<br />Upon that sacred band<br />That bound us together.<br /><br />A singular thought of selflessness<br />Transfixed within my mind.<br />While, as I approach that stillness<br />With you I shall bind.<br /><br />P.S : Comments invited :)Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-81396272836133832232009-09-21T22:41:00.000-07:002009-09-21T22:49:49.603-07:00Right as RainOn rainy days, everybody lives.<br /><br />And even if you’re in the foreign-est and loneliest of places, you won’t feel it so much on a rainy day. Because such days are pretty much the same no matter where you go. Or maybe because, such days tend to make you kind of stupid and contemplative anyway, in that if you’re at home on a rainy day then you want to be somewhere else, out in the rain, with nothing to stop you from getting wet. But if you’re out there in the rain with nothing stopping you from getting wet, all you want is to be home and dry.<br /><br />In any case, what I want to say is pretty trivial, and I shall keep it that way - Rainy day memories are mostly eternal and universal. It’s probably been this way forever, but it was only just now that I noticed how I unconsciously equate a wet day with carefully chosen recollections only. I mean, even if there’ve been thousands of rainy days I’ve lived through, I can still count off my fingers the ones I carry around most clearly in my head.<br /><br />Here are my top recollections. For all I know, they may change tomorrow. But as on 22nd September (Tom Felton's b'day...Bless him), 2 days after I turn 18 (Yippee!!) rainy days remind me of these:<br /><br />1) A lot of ‘96 and ‘97 rainy days, I have spent on my grandparents’ bed in Amalapuram and Warangal. Hardly napping. Instead, it was on some of such days that I read my first comic, discovered the legendary “Coffee bite” chocolate, listened to their stories, learned that my grandma’s purse was a treasure trove of Vicks Tablets and got used to her snores. This ranks among one of my top rainy day memories – not the stuff I did, nor my grandparents. Just the general ambiance of their room.<br /><br />2) The classroom with the tub of multi coloured umbrellas in the corner, and the umbrella shopping trips. This was during the years ‘98 – ‘99. In general, nothing beats the awesome-ness of Mumbaiya rains. Also, how I hated coming back in those packed jhunds after school ended, just due to the thought of walking by so close to those dirty, muddy and wet boys of my class.<br /><br />3) The swarm of earthworms that came out of their holes after every rain in Mumbai (’96, mostly). And how the crazy boy on top of our house went around sprinkling salt on them (he probably didn’t realize he was killing them by doing that), to decide which of them would go to heaven and which of them to hell*. He was also the first boy ever to have been slapped by me :P<br /><br />4) “The Photograph” – my most favourite Ruskin Bond short story ever!<br /><br />5) Monkeys, music, coffee and Parul– Indore‘08 :)<br /><br />6) Endless talks about envying a friend who still gets a chance to enjoy those heavenly downpours in Mumbai even after not living there for around 3 years - August‘09 :P<br /><br />A pretty lame list, I probably agree. Still, this is how it is with me right now. Someday, I shall possibly be reminded of the day I spent in the forgotten land of Mashobra exchanging life stories with Sherpas, or doing photography in the Amazon forest, or discovering Hogwarts in some architectural ruin <Touchwood>. Till then, I live with these. And wait for other memories which I already have with me, but have not yet sunk in, to replace them.<br /><br />And listen to other people’s own recollections, and trick myself into believing that the most fascinating of those actually happened with me <hint,hint!><br /><br />And learn fully how to work on Linux :-/<br /><br />* The Heaven-Hell theory is best not disclosed here. The last thing I want is to make this post disgusting [:P]<br /><br />Cheers.Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-75890585273674175952009-07-31T06:11:00.000-07:002009-07-31T06:14:15.361-07:00Valentine's Day Proposal from a five year oldEver since I am in love with you,<br />You’re in my mind more than Barbie.<br />While I play with my dolls,<br />In them, it’s your face I see.<br /><br />When I play ghar ghar,<br />I want you to be my husband,<br />When I pretend to be Barbie,<br />I want you to be Ken...<br /><br />I love you more than my last chocolate,<br />I love you more than ice cream<br />Swinging with you in my jhula,<br />Is my only dream...<br /><br />So, will you come and<br />Share your last chocolate with me...<br />I will wait for you till dark,<br />Coz after that, Mom says home I have to be...<br /><br />PS: Valentine’s day always talks about love between two grown ups...so I having no work wondered how would a kid talk about love...and posted this...hope u like it :)<br /><br />Author's note :<br />It's been pretty long since I blogged. Been too busy doing nothing, I guess ;)<br />Anyways...These are the newest members of my collection of poems (dumb piece of shit, I know!) Thought of sharing it with you people :DNot a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-29458137137705045982009-07-31T06:09:00.000-07:002009-07-31T06:11:01.464-07:00To All My Friends...Sometimes it happens in life,<br />That the world feels dark and dreary,<br />When all the paths feel lonely,<br />When everything goes cold and scary...<br /><br />When uncertainty fills your heart,<br />When you feel really low,<br />Just think of me my dear friend<br />I will be there for you!<br /><br />Bring a little smile on your face,<br />Because worrying is of no use<br />It is ok if the fight is gone,<br />The war my friend we won’t lose.<br /><br />We will achieve success in life,<br />We will fly really high<br />We will touch such heights<br />We will leave behind the sky!<br /><br />There is no other way life can go,<br />Our success dear friends is inevitable,<br />We shall conquer the world one day<br />For we truly are capable!<br /><br />Let us give it all my friends,<br />And achieve our goals in life,<br />Let us always be happy,<br />No matter what the strife!<br /><br />Authors Note:<br /><br />Dedicated to all my worried friendsNot a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-58412281951215689482009-04-20T23:51:00.000-07:002009-04-21T00:02:31.233-07:00Thank you for everything!Answer one question to yourself truthfully. How many of you, at this moment feel that everything is right with your life? Do you feel that life has been fair to you? Do you think that God has been kind to you? Do you feel that you are very lucky?<br /><br /><br />I guarantee you that if hundred people read this blog (hypothetically), then only five or six would answer yes to the above questions. We all feel that at some level, we deserved to have achieved more than what we have but couldn’t because of too much stress, too much work, thankless bosses, bad office, friends who don’t understand us, parents who expect too much etc etc. Despite of our innumerable talents we haven’t been provided enough. In Murphy, we all trust. Something or the other goes wrong with our life.<br /><br /><br />We all are human and it is only human to feel all this. Most of us never have even considered that what we have is more than enough to achieve our dreams if we care to believe and do it. Most of us have never made full use of our opportunities.<br /><br /><br />Well, next time you feel that life has been unfair why don’t you look at that innocent beggar child. What has he or she done except tug at your sleeve Why does he get that look of disgust from you? Or does he get a look from you at all? Or what has that child who sells you something done except disturb you from that all important newspaper article you were reading? Stupid kid, can’t even understand that your paper is running away. I am not saying you give them money, because he/she will probably blow it on drugs. He may be fully under the spell of drugs without knowing how harmful it is! Compare yourself to the kid and then say you are unlucky. You have been lucky to have parents, to have an education so that now you can read this and wonder!<br /><br /><br />Yup, I was lucky as a kid, but adulthood sucks! Is that what you are thinking? There is an acute lack of opportunity now, your boss sucks, your life sucks.<br /><br /><br />I had read a book about German concentration camps or the Holocaust five years ago. That book had such a profound impact on me, I still shudder when I think about it. Ordinary men, women and children were subjected to such horrendous atrocities, only because they were Jewish. We cannot even think of understanding what it must have been like to be separated from your whole family, knowing that you may never see them again, that they will be brutally tortured, maybe even be burnt alive. People were herded up like cattle and brutally beaten up. They were given only one flimsy garment to wear in that biting cold. Some of their insides were burnt up with harsh acids in the name of medical experiments. Can you imagine what it must have been like to be so used to starving, that the moment you have one square meal, you die of overeating. What it is like to be a small child of seven and not know what the taste sweet is like?<br /><br /><br />After I read that book I thanked God for all I have. I have everything. I have a loving family and friends and all the opportunities in the whole world. I know I have lost some loved ones, due to lack of time or distance or death but they all have had fulfilling lives and I cherish whatever memories I have with them. May all of them be happy, wherever they are.<br /><br /><br />We all complain too much. We give flimsy excuses like too much work, too much sorrow, I am too good for this etc etc. Have we ever thought that if there are Holocaust survivors who live to tell their tale, we can move mountains with what we have?<br /><br />Authors Note:<br />Yup, this is still me writing and there is nothing wrong with me. My exams are up and I have noticed that my whole team and college tends to complain at a time like this. So, I got thinking and I wrote this. Oh, and please comment. And sorry if I was too preachy. Old habits die hard ;)Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-34506349713845502482009-04-20T23:33:00.000-07:002009-04-21T10:11:48.470-07:00Things I love :)It's exam time. My next exam is due another week because of elections. So, I am here. I am glad to tell you people that for a change I did well in all the exams till now. I hope to get good marks and will be thoroughly dissapointed if I don't fare well. Oh yeah!! The regular piece of shit, I know!!<br /><br />It's been ages since I posted! Well, I feel nobody cares. I am not that creative. But still...When I jot down something, it's not that bad. It's worth a second look. If there are any silent admirers of my work there, I dedicate this to them. Have you seen Julie Andrews' "The Sound of Music"? There is a song in this musical...."These are the few of my favorite things". This piece is inspired from that song. I wish to add another line to the list. I love it when someone leaves a review. I've always supported healthy criticism. I don't mind being ridiculed if I've gone wrong somewhere. Now that was very rude. Yet again "my inner Bellatrix" (Thanx Sophie ;-)) wanted to come to surface and I gave her this chance. I know you people are silent admirers. I don't mind. I'm not forcing anyone to leave comments. I "know" you people read and follow this blog.<br /><br />The smile of a child,<br />Flowers that grow wild,<br />A moonlit starry night,<br />The first ray of light,<br />The smell of the first rain,<br />The friends I gain,<br />A favourite song after a long time,<br />The melody of a wind chime,<br />Junk food in my favourite shop,<br />Seeing kids play, skip and hop,<br />Winning some silly contest,<br />Seeing the smile on Mom’s face,<br />Bugging someone all night,<br />Playing pranks all the while,<br />Sleeping in class and not getting caught,<br />When people like the gift I brought,<br />Laughing like all the joys are mine,<br />Talking till I lose track of time,<br />Being told that I love you,<br />Knowing that sorrows are few<br />Holding your hand and sitting just quiet,<br />Seeing a really beautiful sight,<br />Hearing that there is a holiday,<br />Knowing that things will go your way<br />Happy memories that make me smile,<br />All the people who are worthwhile<br />Someone did say it right,<br />Best things in life don’t cost a pie! <br /><br />So....How was it? Like it? Hate it? No problem....Just tell me!! I would love it. You would indeed make my day :)Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-9216334584996049272009-02-21T09:11:00.000-08:002009-02-21T09:22:39.814-08:00Birthday Surprises!!Here arrives a delayed post about <span style="font-weight:bold;">“America Appalamma”</span>. It’s her birthday…And this is her present!! <br /><br />Appalamma is 23 now…A girl who has transformed into a beautiful , confident woman, who brings a huge smile on your face, brightens up your day, lightens your heart!!<br />Now you people might be wondering why did I call this woman “America Appalamma”. That’s how she is universally referred to as. Boy! Does she look like a girl born and brought up in the U.S of A?? I don’t think so…This salwar-kameez clad babe is way too Indian. Shows how rich her culture is. A traditional telugu pilla.<br /><br />Pranava Akka (as I call her) is one of the most unassumingly witty and deceptively intelligent people I have ever come across. Fun, spontaneous and highly emotional, the girl loves to do everything. Sing, dance, sprint up the success ladder, party hard, and know what? She is awesome at almost everything she does! It’s her wonderful, almost wild way to meet life head-on that makes her such a captivating person!<br /><br />Quite nonchalant about everything that doesn’t immediately concern her,You either love her, or you be friends with her...but u simply cant hate her! The only negative aspect I can think about her is the fact that the girl puts emotions before logic, almost always! But she is your friend for life, and babe, I am extremely lucky to have you around! And oh before i forget ...she is drop dead gorgeous!...luv ya<br /><br />“PRANAVA” its really difficult to describe my relationship with my sis because I believe its so rare and unique... She really is a rare find. A gift to me from the Lord. Temperamental yet stable, my sis always has her feet on the ground..even with all her achievement she never gloats about anything. Humility is her best quality...Her bubbly charm can liven up your day.. The last few months have been the best since I get to chat with her regularly. We never lost that "sisy" touch...and I promise you..We never will...<br /><br />Marriage has always been a hot topic of discussion in our “girly-sisy” chit-chats. Akka is a lucky girl. She is all set to marry the man of her dreams. I am so happy for her. I know they’ll make an awesome couple. May God bless them with wonderful lives!!<br /><br />Akka is a lady who uses her head and heart judiciously and with fantastic amount of harmony by way of being extremely objective ,rational, analytical and logical and is also emotionally strong, reasonably sensitive and proportionately sentimental. She under no circumstances can be dislodged from this balance she has acquired through her conviction and steadfast resolve .Akka’s commitment to her career and vocation is commendable and exemplary where in she doesn't let setbacks and shortcomings of any nature affect her momentum and create insurmountable stumbling blocks, her determination and resilience ensures she overcomes all odds and emerges triumphant.<br /><br />Akka is a patient listener, empathetic friend and sagacious companion, her advice and suggestions always prove to be efficacious and profound. Akka’s level of maturity is just splendid her insight into niceties of life and relationships has undertones of a seasoned counselor. Akka is bluntness personified calls a spade a spade.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Happy Birthday, Akka!! Love you!!</span>Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-69169599245192917572009-01-31T01:23:00.000-08:002009-01-31T01:33:23.763-08:00The funnier part of life!!Achievement through discipline is one of your keynotes in this lifetime. To fulfill your soul purpose you will need much patience, tenacity, endurance, and most likely a long period of apprenticeship or labor. You are equipped by nature to withstand the periods of self-denial, austerity, grueling study, repetitive practice, or "doing without" that your path in life requires. Serious about your aims and, above all, a realist, you are willing to pay your dues in order to get where you want to go, and whether your goal is spiritual attainment, development of a talent, or material success, you want to go to the top. Some degree of rigorous training or hardship (inner or outer) is apt to be a prerequisite to your eventual achievement, Sindhu, and unlike apparently "luckier" souls, you have to work hard and pull your own weight early in life. Often, too, you have to wait, to delay gratification, and plan your strategies very carefully and shrewdly in order to gain your desired ends. Through this, you develop a certain toughness and firmness, emotional detachment, inner resourcefulness and self-determination, which keeps you going when the road gets a little rocky on the way to the pinnacle you are aiming for. One pitfall you need to beware of is your tendency to become hardened and cynical, secretly envious of those whose way is less orduous or whose outlook and attitude is more trusting and carefree (irresponsible and immature, to your way of thinking). You seem to be given more "tests", frustration, responsibilities, restrictions than others, and as a result, tend to view the world as an unfriendly place or life as a struggle. It is important for you not to become bitter because of this, or to try to take shortcuts, as these will almost certainly come back to haunt you later. The first half of your life, in particular, may seem heavy or hard, while the fruits of your steady efforts come to you later .<br /><br />The essence of this lifetime is that you must prove yourself, Sindhu, and this you know at a deep level, and feel as a sort of inner pressure. (it can be next to impossible to get you to relax and enjoy yourself, to waste time or money or anything frivolous, or to gamble on anything you are not certain will yield real, tangible benefits). Because of your very strong (even if undefined) sense of purpose. Even your recreation is apt to be done in a calculated manner. You weigh the potential risks involved, and usually on the side of safety, for you have a very strong head to know where you are going and to be in control. Thus, the true experience of play tends to elude you, since it requires letting go of control, a certain indifference to results in preference for a free flowing openness to the moment. You do have a rather dry, ironic sense of humor, and it is important for you to keep that side of you alive as it gives you balance and a healthy perspective on things.Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-38660445813714269632009-01-06T06:31:00.000-08:002009-01-21T04:46:20.157-08:00Too many thoughts all at onceIn the blink of an eye, the truth seemed to dawn on me. The variegated nature of a life led so far in perfect harmony with the external world. I speak, ofcourse, about myself. But where do I start? Let me see now....let me start at the beginning.<br /><br />I always thought that Indians have an uncontrollable urge to be in front. Figuratively and literally as well, if you might have observed while waiting at a traffic signal, every single driver endeavours to squeeze in the small space,just a few feet ahead, and in doing so, satisfies his/her urge to get ahead. Of what you may ask? The perfect beauty of it lies in the fact that he/she is inching forward for the sake of being in front of the person behind. Penny wise and pound foolish is all I can say.<br /><br />My mind races. And I am faced by my mother who gives me my first lesson in getting ahead. "Make sure you sit in the first row in class. Otherwise, you will not be able to hear what the teacher says and she will not be able to see you."And sitting right in front was an honour that our teacher used to confer on the bright alecs of the class.<br /><br />We also have an urge to defy. The way historians have glorified the concept of civil disobedience in our struggle for independence has had a profound impact on our society. It has become a norm rather than a last resort and the last time I defied anything, it felt really good. But that also brings me to the problem of concensus-building in a democracy where every individual has a mind of his own.It is a marvel that we manage to agree on anything at all! And to lead such a diverse group of people is in itself an achievement, one that I give due credit for, to the leaders of our country.<br /><br />On the question of beliefs, I just realised how tied-down we are in our own superstitions. It is a paranoia that has been handed to us as a legacy. I blame it on our lack of education. How else can one explain the importance of one particular day of the week over the other? I am also amongst those people who believe Thursday is holy. Reason : I have complete faith in Sai Baba. And I believe it is His day. And what is it with these days anyway? I have seen people cut their nails ans shave their heads on Tuesdays and Fridays but they have never been jinxed, cursed, hexed .Ironically, I don't cut my nails on these days. I simply put the blame on my mother. Am I being honest? No. The fact is that I fear being jinxed, cursed, hexed. I do. Being educated, if I think so, how can I expect an uneducated person to come off it? I definitely can't. The dividing line between the literate and the educated is becoming clearer now. And why can't we defy this legacy of ours?<br /><br />We also have an urge to revere. From making temples for film stars to honouring PhDs. with the highest office of our country, we do it all. From blind faith in the multitude of gurus to heinous massacre of hundreds on the basis of religion,we have seen it all. I have always wondered if I could make a Hindu angry by saying that I mistook him for a Muslim. I wonder if, even a small statement like, "you look so much like a muslim friend of mine" to a Hindu would offend him. Deep inside, it probably would because if we look closely, there is a look that many of us endeavour to maintain that identifies us with the flock. It is a basic instinct that makes us form communities. And whether it be the vermilion on our foreheads or the goatees or even modification in our bodies, all of it seeks to provide identity and allegience to a community. We are probably too afraid to be just as we are.<br /><br />We also lack discipline. That is probably, without doubt, the greatest regret of this country. We can never follow lanes while driving. We can never keep our trains running on time. We always take the other person's time for granted. Now all in the city is spared from dogs and men alike.<br /><br />But what we do not realise is that discipline is so strongly related to our freedom. Once we lose discipline, we lose a bit of freedom as well. Because we are not disciplined in our adherence to traffic rules, we lose the freedom of managing our time and angrily condemn the government for not making wider roads and enforcing traffic rules. Because we seek to make every erect wall in the city a urinal, we lose the freedom of taking a stroll in the city on foot without drinking in draughts of ammonia.<br /><br />Finally, though our Prime Minister has said that we are the largest democracy and a responsible nuclear power we are also one of the slowest and most lethargic nations and all for our own idiosyncracies. Again, I must say, it is a marvel that we have reached thus far at all. Hats off to Hind!Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-11687084300746145952008-12-27T05:40:00.000-08:002008-12-28T03:50:13.352-08:00'tis the reason to be jollyIt is a wonder how the human mind finds innumerable reasons to celebrate. Take New Year's Eve for example. It is one time of the year when there is an excitement of something ending and something new beginning. Therein lies one of the oldest concepts that we so unabashedly use in our work. Particularly we mind you. The concept of a reset.<br /><br />So here goes.<br /><br />Every New Year’s Eve I look back in retrospection (because one does not have any choice in the matter having been bludgeoned into looking back, by the world in general and the media and idiot box in particular) at the year gone by. I peruse through the months spent in arduous work that includes the daily struggle to pull myself out of bed and the angry bickering and noise of the traffic that I swim through, getting rather bothered and dusty I might add, in the process of leading a life. I am struck with the absolute horror of monotony not realizing that monotony pays. And pays quite well too!<br /><br />It is not that I do not find anything worth noting in the year gone by. I see that I've grown a few millimetres taller (I am 5feet and almost 6 inches tall now...YAY) and I see that I am not as "round" as I was last year...LOL!! Though I am no way near being slim, I am OK now!! I couldn't get into the best of the colleges in the country, but I made it to one of the best colleges in my state/city. If there is but one thing that I would have liked to interchange, it would probably be this. Then I take note of the people. All like me and each in his/her own way, trying to be different…like me. The new people I have met and the people I fell out with. The old friends and their new found joys in study, family or children. The family members, especially the little ones grown older and the older ones ageing fast.<br /><br />I take note of the decisions made in the last year. Decisions in my opinion are underrated. Especially when taken in career and money matters. For one, there is nothing much to decide if one looks objectively. It is more a choice rather than a decision. I took a new job. I wanted to study journalism after my 12th grade. But in India, people give you murderous looks if you don't end up being engineers or doctors. So, I took up engineering (I am a person who is too afraid to dare, I think....It does not mean that I don't have the Gryffindor courage. Thank you very much. I am very brave but for making people around me happy, I took this up... I am plenty much of a journalist when I blog. And I can definitely interact with people through this medium) I took up this job...A job as a graduating student. Made a decision and then made a choice. Then of course, I moved into a new house (I am talking of my college. I believe its unlikely you'll understand or gain anything in a place you are not comfortable with) and spent a considerable amount of effort trying to make it into a home. There is still something missing, they tell me, one involving major decision taking and one I am happy to procrastinate about.<br /><br />I take note of humanity. And the lack thereof. For, the monotony that pays very well also effectively draws the shutter on the evil beings we humans are. On one hand are a people encroached upon on the pretext of<strong> WMD</strong> (WMD stands for weapon of mass destruction), not found and probably will never be found. The mutually agreeable deals struck with the big guns, the effects of which will be seen much later, when we as a people will become signatory to the <strong>NPT </strong>(The Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons, also Nuclear Non-Proliferation Treaty) On the other hand are the steps away from civilization with the great Hindutva movement and the Islamic Jehad and the alarming effects of the fight against terrorism and also, as always, terrorism itself.<br /><br />Then I take note no more. Being much too tired to go on in retrospect. Just before 12 midnight, in the din of fireworks and the cries of exhalted and high spirited people (literally), I reach out for the reset button. I promise to break the monotony. I promise to make amends and I promise to eat less and work out to stay thin. I promise to try and make the world a better place.<br /><br />A few days later, the entire world realizes that its reset has failed.<br /><br /><strong>Disclaimer</strong> : I don't own anything related to Harry Potter apart from my copies of the books. I mentioned Gryffindor here. It belongs to JKR wholly, may be partly to Warner bros., bloomsburry, scholastic and raincoat books . I am not making any profit out of this word :)Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-78676949521903565572008-12-21T02:42:00.000-08:002008-12-27T19:24:00.037-08:00Happiness....What is it????Hey friends!!!!<br /><br />Have you people ever wondered what life and happiness is all about?? I am sure you have.... and I am also sure none of us have ever found any convincing answers....... well thats why life is the most mysterious thing ever created....<br /><br />we see loads of people in our lives...experience a contrariety of emotions... undergo huge number of different experiences.... but at the end of the day what is it that seems to be most important for us?? what makes us feel most satisfied and happy??<br /><br />Do you feel happy just because your english teacher praised your excellent expression or is it because you won the gold medal in table tennis ...or because nobody could beat you in that tough programming contest...or is it because that someone special said you looked great in blue??? well i do agree all these things make us feel great... but believe me friends none of them last..all these happiness are just momentary....<br /><br />So what is it that gives us actual pleasure??? let me tell you what it is... All the real happiness and satisfaction depends on how true you have been to yourself all day... what is that small thing you have done to lighten up somebody else s pain..... to make a grieved soul laugh....<br /><br />The happiness is not because your english teacher praised you.... its because you helped a friend who is poor in grammer and he got the highest marks in class..... it s not because you won a gold medal in the game...its because you had the character to step down from the game to take a sick freind to the doctor..... its not because you won or didnt win the programming contest.. its because you gave it your best shot.... its not because that someone special complimented you its because you complimented someone who is usually ridiculed.....<br /><br />So dear friends .... you see what makes you actually happy???? Its not about what the world gives to us... its about what you give to the world without any desire for returns...Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-57634423802908589412008-12-08T03:56:00.000-08:002008-12-08T04:02:31.982-08:00Just another random thought by a randomFirstly, I don't know how much sense this blog is going to make but I am gonna give it a shot anyways :)<br /><br />I can trace the origin of one of my "current most haunting" thoughts to a nice lil sentence I read a few days back which goes something like this.<br /><br />“Really great people make you feel that you too, can become great.”<br /><br />Mr Mark Twain must have told this on one of his exceptionally intelligent days :) .<br /><br />I have this really odd habit of analyzing conversations, meetings, mails, chats and the like with people long after they are done and forgotten. It gives me special pleasure in doing so because every analysis gives me a new chain of thought, something that i had totally missed when the actual interaction was happening.<br /><br />I have had the pleasure of meeting some really interesting/wonderful people. Intellectuals, so called "philosophers" :), teachers, managers :P , technical people, bankers, farmers, artists, musicians, etc etc I have met them all. Though they may not have been the "really famous" ones, they have been remarkable people by themselves. Some of them have been true and honest, some kind and understanding, some proud but very capable, some proud but seriously stupid and the rest plain hypocrites.<br /><br />Regardless of what profession they have been in, regardless of their origin/place/birth, there are some things that are so insultingly common in all of them/us that it makes me wonder at times about the striking simplicity that exists amidst the seemingly complex human behavior. One of them, I have made an attempt to describe in this blog. This is just a personal observation done over a period of time :).<br /><br />Let us imagine a situation where we have had the chance to have a conversation/interaction with someone who is considered "good" at something. Has the conversation made you marvel at the beauty and the elegance of the job they do or has its complexity amazed you? For me, it has almost always(with a few exceptions) been the latter. I always have wondered at that point, how any mortal could do something like that within such short time and the like :). There have been exceptions where the conversation has been successful in making me understand the job/work and realize the simple but profound logic in it :).<br /><br />And time and again, life has proved to me that such people who make you feel their job is the easiest on earth and you can be as good as he/she is, are the ones who really know what they are talking about :)<br /><br />When I say simple, I don't mean they have done it by down playing their job or work. They have done it by stating stuff in simple, straight clear terms what the job is all about and what it takes to get there. No fancy words, no frills, nothing.<br /><br />Maybe we all do it at some point.. exaggerate everything a lil more than what it actually is. Use stupid jargon and confuse others. Make it sound really nice and wonderful. The really great just don't do it.. they don't need to. And such people will always have all my respect and admiration :). Explaining something the way it is(not the way they want it to be), so that the other person understands the elegance in it is an art.. which unfortunately most people don't want to learn. Decorating something that should not be decorated might make it look nice momentarily but in turn makes it lose its central meaning, and its beauty.<br /><br />Maybe we should all contribute by example to form a space devoid of hypocrites and big and empty talkers. Rather, look towards creating an environment of honesty and truth.. Looking at things as they are and telling them as they should be.Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-4219853378307345682008-11-16T05:13:00.000-08:002008-11-16T09:38:26.666-08:00My diary...My guru....My best friend...My support system...The sidekick in MY story...lolThis post is about my personal diary!! Usually people buy diarys when they are old enough to understand its importance, I am an exception. God made my diary. That too 7 years before my birth. Insidentally I share my birthday with my diary. My diary was born on 20 september, 1984 while I was born on 20 september 1991 (hehe...I couldn't resist mentioning that). My diary has got a name (well many names). You can call it Surya, Kiran, Baccha, Keediya, Sweety, Babu, Orey Kiran Babu and what not!! But for me he is ANNA!! My anna!! I am there because of him...I owe him my existence. What would I do without him?? I am really lucky to have him. I know I have this bad habit of taking him for granted, but I can't help it, coz he pampers me like hell. We have excellent compatibilty...apart from the pillow fights (I think thats the case with all siblings ;)) But this does not mean we are alike. We have hell lot of difference...Physically, Emotionally, Intellectually and in everyway!! He is very smart, but he loves his dumb sister like crazy, trust me!! He would never accept this though :)<br />Even as I write this, my mind has countless thoughts. For once, I want to write about something, or to be more precise, about someone. It is so weird you know, all my previous posts have a common factor : I never had any thoughts in mind when i set out writing. Thoughts just kept coming and I kept on keying them in. But today, it's different. I know what I want to write about. I have so many thoughts in my mind. Yet here I am, totally confused!! Irony is that the person I want to write about many times said "I don't want a confused girl for a sister" and I assured hin I am no way anywhere near being confused. Now, look at me!! Life is so funny, really!That's what happens when you are very very happy I guess. That you fall short of words. I have always believed in one thing: things that are more precious to you, you should never attempt to describe them or what they mean to you. Because describing them will limit their meaning to that description while, in reality, it is actually far more than what words can explain. Because that preciousness is felt by us after all; and there is reason why they call it "feeling"! Something that can only be "felt". Something that is not in grasp of words, so that they could be explained by individuals!!My brother had called me up this morning. Fine, I was very excited. I know it isn't the first time I am speaking to him or anything (secretly I love his voice, though I'll never accept this in front of him). I revealed my mid-sem marks to instantly notice a HUGE smile break up at the other end of the receiver! Trust me, I could feel it in his voice what a huge smile it was! I spoke to him.. For not more than 2 minutes maybe.. And he told he'll call me later. And the "later" came at 4 in the evening :) Boy, wasn't I waiting!! My friends keep asking me if they'll get any chance to meet my brother...though never in front of him, I praise him a lot, you see!! I ask them to search all around to see who looks like michael schumacher :) Well, he is a very bad match for his look alike, but they have to do with him (he is about F1!! I gave a thought to it...poor kid!! he should be appreciated once a while...F1 is not a bad idea...lol) When I was born, it was like "instant chemistry"! We came, we saw, we became best friends! That's the magic of the special relation we share.<br />People! Kiran redefines "coolness"..frankly he's THE wierd material (like me) and thats the new "cool"..I tell him absolutely anything n everything. Well.. he is social yet tangled within his own reserved n complicated world, he has a photographic memory of each n every moment yet can be unexpectedly n unimaginably forgetful. Hez stubborn yet adaptable, rude yet breathtakingly funny, hes brutally honest yet an optimist, he can be sarcastic yet bubbly, he agrees with watever u say but his values are absolutely unshakeable, he can be loyal yet rebellious, its all this unique n magnetic personality n his contradictory nature that attract you and make you wonder "what the hell is in his mind". When hes talking you would seriously lose track of time but when hes not its like the silence is literally deafening you. whatever I have learnt from him has made me a better person n a better BEST FRIEND n a better SISTER (may be)..I hope he never changes...Though I can do with a little more respect...haha...<br />But like I said, I dont want to attempt to describe how wonderful a human being he is.. All I can say is he is a 10 on 10 when it comes to his compatibility with me ;) Life seems sweeter than dreams when he is around... And I want this to never ever come to an end!Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-91668778723057950622008-11-03T07:40:00.000-08:002008-11-16T09:37:34.674-08:00I am head over heels for this guy :PI know him for the past 2 and half years. Initially it was nothing special. We saw each other about once a fortnight- depending on how busy my academics were. Back then, he was not the type who would sweep me off my feet. He looked really boring. He wasnt matured enough. He didnt have much to offer me. The smartness in me which makes guest appearances every now and then woke up and told me, "Dont let go of him, he has potential". I listened to my inner voice. Things started brightening up. I slowly started seeing potential. He started looking more interesting. He was getting matured by the day. His expressions looked more inviting. My satisfaction index went up north. Within no time, he became important in every aspect of my life. I must admit, I got addicted to him. Like every other love story - we graduated from being strangers to acquaintances to friends to best friends - at an amazing pace!. Today, I am in complete love of him. I have to see him, the moment I come home. He gets along so well with my friends and family. Just the way - I want him to be. He amazes me with all that he can offer me and I know he has loads more to offer. He has had a great impact on my education and my career. He has helped me in every step of my life ever since I have known him. Its hard to imagine my life without him. What would I do without him?! I would be so lost and lonely. I know that I often take him for granted. So, here I express my heartfelt gratitude for all that you have done to me! Thank you very much Internet - my special friend.<br />I bet most of you were taking it to be a guy for whom this 17 year old has fallen!! But, the internet is my guy, boyfriend, love interest as of now!!Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-35729012871575680112008-10-23T07:49:00.000-07:002009-01-07T04:47:11.199-08:00The sleeping poet (I am no beauty anyway)...Awaken unexpectedly at school...not by a prince :(Hello readers (if anyone is reading this bull-shit...Oops I am so sorry about the language....I never meant it...Actually, it was a publicity gimmick...I have learnt a lot from the page 3 and bollywood hotties....A proof....Try this...Speak something bad...You'll be in the limelight)<br />Here I paste the earliest of my literary works :P<br />I know I am a horrible writer…Don’t sue me if someone hangs himself unable to read this rubbish! People are asked to read <strong>AT THEIR OWN RISK!!!!</strong> Oh yeah!<br />Anyways…Getting back to the point…Lemme tell you about this poem…This is where all it started..We had CCA periods…One fine day there was this open to all competition which was compulsory for one and all…It was a poetry competition…It was an on the spot kinda thing….The topic given was <strong>“An unforgettable moment in your life”</strong> (I was 10 then…and I had seen a hell lot of life :P) My mind immediately located the unfortunate Mumbai adieu …And then all I did was just pick a pen…The pen did all the work by itself…I finished in about 10 minutes….I read, re-read, re-re-read the poem…And all of a sudden I had butterflies in my stomach...lol....It was impressive…seeing through the eyes of a ten year old…I then copied it out and showed it to my mum….She adored it…To my surprise and horror, the results were declared the following week and I won the first prize!!! YAY!!!!<br />So here comes the poem (Remember…This poem is the PRIVATE property of the 10 year old Sindhu Saripella… )<br /><em><strong>The Day I Was Leaving!!!<br /></strong>The day I was leaving,<br />I was really weeping,<br />My mother gave me my favourite dish bread-roll,<br />Yet I was unable to control,<br />I had to leave my best friends,<br />With a heavy heart and my heart bent,<br />This was the unforgettable moment of my life,<br />When I wished to cut my head with knife,<br />The moment of adieu,<br />The mist of tears completely blocked my view,<br />My friends were giving me one last hugs,<br />And then came this plump little bug,<br />It said, “Don’t you cry! My sweet angel,<br />We’ll find a way through this battle”.<br />With a twinkle in my eyes I tried to smile,<br />Which spread a whole mile!<br /></em><br />So…How was it? Liked it? You have to…There is no choice...You <strong>have</strong> to :D<br /><strong>Author's personal note :</strong><br />The last two lines were inspired from the following quote :<br />“Smile a while, while you smile, your smile spreads mile to mile” :DNot a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-5477633321146417502008-10-21T09:27:00.000-07:002008-12-12T20:36:23.324-08:00I am a Mumbaikar...Are you?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO56EpLBokbZZKUOMQ7j68pi3by1bte553eFYzNXQAT4lK46HZlxuu7oAbBMf2Le3FObSCtWuH2SEBGUBNLGyUefEZfb1zgi1JEPbxcd_EE41FSKI9V2K_DYffniwZz6GtK3l-8JjBrKE/s1600-h/mumbai.jpg"></a>You know you are a Mumbaikar when...<br />1. You travel with 100 people in a small area (local train) and you think you are lucky to be there.<br />2. If any stranger talks to you, you wonder what’s wrong with them and what they want and start looking after your stuff as if they want to steal it.<br />3. You are shocked if anyone wants to do a favour to you and you wonder what they want.<br />4. You address everyone as <strong>‘tu’</strong>, and no one seems to mind. (except non-Mumbaikars)<br />5. You have your own unique lingo consisting of words like <strong>‘fati hai’, ‘vaat hai’, ‘baji hai’, ‘apun’, ‘lukha’</strong> which people elsewhere find hilarious and soooooo grammatically wrong.<br />6. You are always in a hurry.<br />7. You love eating vada pav, pav bhaji, bhel puri, sev puri, gola by the roadside and surprisingly never fall ill.<br />8. If a TV actor or a small time film actor passes by, you won’t even look twice, it’s against your prestige.<br />9. You have more <strong>malls</strong> than parks in your neighbourhood.<br />10. Your small 3 room house costs more than bungalows elsewhere in the country.<br />11. You have a <strong>never say die attitude</strong> and are not worried of anything despite terrorists, bomb blasts and everything else the city has faced.<br /><strong>12. You love the city and think its the best place in the world.<br /></strong>Not a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8237365801444173522.post-25717932422485905102008-10-21T07:23:00.000-07:002008-11-16T09:36:36.050-08:00This is all about ME!!!“There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.”- ( The Count Of Monte Cristo)<br />I have seen people say "no randoms allowed" on orkut!!!..Let me be honest I AM RANDOM.. but in a decent and a respectful way ..thankyou very much..I can be very random because sometimes I actually DO say what is on my mind...a person full of purposeI AM quiet from outside (when it comes to feelings)...INSIDE its a mad world..very noisy..haha love humour..my signature style is RANDOMNESS..yeah you see this style is very risky to pursue and master because you can get a bruised face or a sore shoulder or a broken toe nail in returntalk about taking risks.. I can either be a very cautious person or unimaginably risky...I have been tagged "eccentric" quite a number of times because of having a passion for collecting rings and earrings that apparently look like spiders or ice-cream cones..I invent words and tend to forget them...I love Harry Potter series…it indeed completes my life..Rings drive me crazy..especially massive ones with some "out-of-the-world" funky looking ornamentation..I put glue on my hands just to have a memorable time peeling it off..Love bubble paper...yeah.Another reason why people give me weird looks is coz I love burnt olives...I am obsessed with the left side of my body...I have an irrational fear of insects...I find it hard to breathe in front of them...too scared to mention which ones in particular...I tend to be flexible outside but actually hardheaded inside... my mind oscillates between the maturity of a 5 year old and a 30 year old depending on the situaton..I guess thats the thing with any teenager?! I dream a lot and most of my dreams have intricate details...WELL that reminds me ..I am a person obsessed with intricacy, intimacy, intensity, individuality, ingenuity and intellectualitythe kind of a person who has an allergic reaction to injustice, inanity, inconsiderate / insensitive (people) , indecency, indecisiveness- although I myself have sometimes violated these rules n morals..I tend to follow them more...I am a right brained person..which probably explains my unusual connection with the left side of myself..Extrovert you might call me..but I am a dangerous one because when i burst its like a water pipe burst..yeahhh..music is my religion...instrumental music or music with minimum lyrics holds deeper meaning according to me...I usually dont find anything weird...in life its either something is morally wrong or right...simplest gestures of gentleness can make me really happy...best friends and good books are important to me...I fear big fights and violence..i am a "hydrophillic" creature..exception- cold rains...Winter person, nocturnal..dry flowers are absolutely gorgeous...I love colours black, sea-blue, sea-green and white, and all shades of brown.i believe in wearing the same comfortable clothes than wearing something that you are not really comfortable with but looks suggestive n impressive...I like soccer because of its unique spirit, skill, strategy and the style also not to mention the massive green grounds which make me really crazystrong believer of the power of our subconscious mind.. highly ambitious..friends out there...I am basically on a high today because writing about me is not on my list of the things that I usually do...so I shall stop here<br />P.S My best friends are true gems...they make me strongerNot a regular girl -- Sindhuhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16947077989988565725noreply@blogger.com2