Oh No.....Not Again..

I HATE EXAMS

AND AS ALWAYS IAM DOING HORRIBLY AT THEM.

UGGHHH........................

SO I HATE THEM ALL THE MORE...........................

Dreams (Un)limited

This one is going to be the last post which I will be writing from Kolkata as I am leaving for Delhi in another couple of days .I’ve been harping on this topic for some time but as usual was too lazy to write it down. Recently there was some controversy about the suicide of a female army officer. I tried to follow the story but then lost track of it. It touches upon the ever sensitive issue of ‘Women in Army’. Is the Indian society and hence the Army ready for women in Armed forces? The answer is quite evident.

I remember my school days when there used to be presentations about joining the Army during the career counseling sessions. These are the sessions which I used to skip without giving second thoughts because they were never meant for girls. Forget about allowing women in combats, they are not even given permanent commission. This simply means that they are allowed to serve in non-combat positions for only a couple of years (I guess its 5 but not sure). When counties like U.S and U.K can take a progressive step but giving women almost equal respect and positions in the armed forces then why not us?

Maybe some day we will see this change .Our society has undergone a profound change since independence. I will be lying if I say that our situation has not improved since then. But still there is lot to be done. Maybe insuring security for the womenfolk should for the first and the most important step. It’s easier said than done .But as I mentioned earlier there is no harm in being optimistic. That reminds me that I would like to mention a book called Daughters of Arabia (don’t remember the name of the author).As the title suggests the book gives a deep insight into the lives of women in the Royal Kingdom. It had left me shocked because of the bitter yet truthful story. Here when we are fighting for equal rights, there are people who are not even treated as human beings and are traded like cattle in a market. This book has a prequel called Princess which I am yet to read. But this one is awesome.

Maybe should include some personal experiences to liven up this awfully dreary post. When told about my joining karate classes, most people reacted by asking the same question ‘who has been threatening you?’ Damn, do I have to be threatened for taking up karate! Well an attempt towards becoming self sufficient can be the apt reason for this sudden whim of mine. But then cooking also comes under the same jurisdiction. And I proudly declare that I’ve used these holidays to hone (ahem…) my culinary skills. Now, I agree that am going overboard with things:)

I really don’t want to stretch this one anymore. But mention of one novel experience is a must. Couple days back on our way to a party we had stopped at a petrol pump. I was amazed to see that all workers there were females. It was 9 p.m and they were in no hurry to finish up their work. The procedure of filling up the tank was done with the confidence of a pro. Wow! times are actually changing. I wanted to check up the petrol pump again but dozed off on our way back. Maybe that would’ve completed the story but can’t help it. This one incident gives me the hope to look forward to some more revolutionary changes in the future.

I am back

I am back after a long hiatus. Basically my habit of procrastination is responsible for this. I just finished reading ‘Atlas Shrugged’ by Ayn Rand. I had quite liked ‘The fountainhead’ by d same authoress. The idiosyncrasy of a creative mind in the former still made some sense to me. But this one has left me baffled. Too much philosophy is involved which is hardly required. The lives of the lead characters had some similarity with those in FH initially. But as the story progressed I was no longer able to relate to them. God knows which country on earth can come up such absurd laws as in this book. I was told that this one is more likeable than FH. How? Could not figure that out even after withstanding the torturous 1069 pages . uff….. My advice would be that never read this book unless you have the enthu to read this crap.
Before every vacation I raid my hostel library to get myself the thickest books available. This time I issued ‘The Sicilian’ by Mario Puzo( a sequel to Godfather),Angels& Demons(a prequel to Da Vinci Code),AS and Not a penny more… by Archer. Except the last book I was disappointed after reading the rest. That makes me think that sequels are generally not able to live up to the expectations. I had read Oliver’s story (a sequel to my fav Love Story) and Scarlett (sequel to Gone With The Wind) .And was really sad after reading them. Total let downs.
But the Harry Potters were absolute delights. I am a self confessed HP fanatic. I was reading the book 6 on my way to Kolkata from Delhi. I cried after reading the climax which was Dumbledore’s death.:( . My co-passengers were staring at me in disbelief. My otherwise huge ego which prevents from crying in front of strangers was of no use that day[this happened 6 months back and was also the last time I cried,good ya:)] .My parents who were unable to pick me up from the station thought I was angry with them and hence gloomy. Hope I don’t have to do the same for the next one.
These days I am down in the dumps because of boredom. Thinking of re-reading Mom’s huge collection of Bengali and Russian classics. Maybe will watch some movie as well. Mom wants to watch Krrish. uhh….another sequel!

The myth

It’s a pleasure for me to get back to writing after a long gap. Basically took couple of days off for my cousin sister’s wedding. It took me a lot of hard work to publish my last post. Just when I was typing furiously, there came interruptions from my parents. The same old dialogue ‘why are you working in the dark?’. I can’t make them understand that I hate bright lights and colors. I prefer reading and writing in dim lights coz that proliferates my efficiency and creates that special ambience which I simply adore. Infact, right now I am working just with the light of my computer screen (its strenuous for my eyes, even then I like it).Also, because can’t seem to find my table lamp which has been dumped inside the loft. Now, coming back to the point of interruptions . I gave up writing that day but was not able to finish it for the next 5 days because had to act as a gracious host to all my relatives.

This post will strictly not contain any emotional stuff unlike the previous ones. After all, this is my e-diary and has to contain the details of my life. As, Himadri so rightfully said that it depicts my status quo . Now, this will be chronicle of my cousin’s wedding.

I was very wrong when I mentioned that being the youngest was advantageous. Due to some last minute planning my aunt decided to travel with us. Me n my cousin( incidentally who is younger to me) had to adjust in a single seat for the 12 hour journey This meant an uncomfortable n sleepless night. It was taken forgranted that the younger ones will make the sacrifice. uhh… why…

As soon as we reached my uncle’s place received a warm reception, lots of hugs n let go off my anger. The house was swarming with relatives and the announcement of my sister’s marriage added on to the joy. My schedule for the next couple of days was to shop in the mornings, gossip with everyone in the afternoons, pack gifts n attend different ceremonies in the evenings and then chat with my cousins till 3 a.m. One of our marathon chats went on till 6 in the morning (this obviously included some munching as well). Wow! Had a blast there .Oh! forgot to mention the mehendi session. It was actually fun to have my brothers run errands for us while we were handicapped during the long wait for the mehendi to dry. My brother who did not want to miss the action, got a tattoo(of scorpion) with mehendi done as well.

I wore a sari during the wedding and was all excited. My brother gave me a ‘I don’t believe its u di’ kind of look . Everybody had a good laugh at the sight of my so called transformation from a tomboy to a LADY. ahem…. As it was raining heavily that day, the duty to escort the groom to the wedding hall was thrust on me n my cousin(again the result of being the youngest). If that was not enough, both us were asked to adjust in the front seat of the car. what the hell! Somebody make my Dad understand that I am not a kid anymore. Wouldn’t have complained otherwise if not for a mishap coz of this (I am simply avoiding the otherwise funny incident) J
The wedding went off pretty well. Had fun pulling my cousin’s leg during the ceremony as she was blushing all along . While the younger lot (means us) was running around doing some work or the other, my elder cousins were busy posing for pictures as typical P3P.

Now, comes the pièce de résistance of this post. My relatives started talking about my marriage. Here, I was sulking at the news of my sister’s wedding and now they are talking about me. My reaction changed from bewilderment & horror to indifference (I confess that I screamed as well). Oh God! Can’t bear all this crap .

After coming back to kolkata my duties increased. Took my relatives for shopping, sightseeing and finally dropped them off at the airport and railway station , in short acted as guide. My Dad happily went off to the office leaving me in charge of everything. Perhaps this is the only area where I am better than my hotshot scientist sister (no regrets though) .Looking at the positive side, I can consider it as one of the career options (as I see no hopes for myself as a physicist) to fall back upon.

Hopefully I was able to write all I wanted to. I sign off after finishing off this post in just one hour

My Best Friend's Wedding

My debut post was really high on emotions and slightly controversial as well. Nevertheless it has given me the enthu to continue with blogging(courtesy some valuable comments on my post).I just read Ritu’s blog on reservation which was quite enthralling. So, inspite of being very tired after paying customary visits to my relatives I thought of writing this post. Actually there was another factor inciting me to do so.
Finally after months of wait, my elder sister’s marriage date was fixed today. My Mom had started off the preparation couple of months back. Both my parents went on a shopping expedition to buy jewellery and saree for their first-born(which I thought was really cute & it also included some shopping for me). Being in Delhi I was largely unaffected by this whole event. Even when I came back to kolkata and saw the stuff bought for Didi it hardly made any difference to me. I was bored at the sight which enraged Mom(nothing new about this). But yesterday when I saw my sister trying out the bangles especially something called ‘pola’(not really sure about the spelling) in Bengali n the necklaces, there was a strange sensation. For the first time it struck me as something odd. This sounds ridiculous considering the fact that both of us are staying apart since I was in 7th standard. Today when Mom and Dad were discussing the details of the ceremony ,I was dumbstruck. It will take some time for that feeling to sink in that my best friend cum mentor is getting MARRIED. O my God, she is still so immature (hope she is not going to read this).She had actually tried to defer the date but both the families are hell bent on a January wedding.
But this didn’t stop me from playing my usual pranks on her. For quite some time I’ve been teasing her on her cooking skills and the poor thing is trying hard to prove me wrong(I know that it’s very mean of me). Basically I am having a great time with her. Being the younger sibling is always propitious as one is really pampered a lot. But that’s not the point that I intend to discuss. As we were talking last night about our childhood days, I realized we have come a long way from being at loggerheads for petty issues to being best friends. I was really flabbergasted when Di told me that even she is not able to imagine herself in the wedding finery. Well if the bride herself finds it hard to accept then my reaction is justified. So, the next time I will be coming back to kolkata to attend ‘MY BEST FRIEND’S WEDDING’. Sounds nice ya!

P.S- Since for obvious reasons I was minimizing this window while writing the post, my sister suspects that I am writing a love letter.

This is how I am

It feels great to be back home after 5 months .But the last semester was so action packed(with karate,physics society work n my coursework ofcourse) for me that I hardly realised where time flew off.When I look back now at the resolution made at the onset of the session,I find that I’ve stuck to it(almost except that tiff with Reddy during the viva when to his dismay I refused to answer his questions ).But its excusable considering that my whole gang came out against him.I was really amazed at the coincidence of the events .But we girls individually have more guts than my male chauvinist classmates .My gang happens to be my support system in iit without whom I would’ve perished long back . Three cheers to us, hurray !

Now coming back to the original thought which was my new year cum sem resolution. It was basically to control my temper and to check my loquacious nature.It was tough nevertheless not impossible.But the most difficult part was to be diplomatic when voicing my opinions.I kept on cribbing about this to Lavanya. I felt dishonest because I was not expressing my true feelings.I had too many disagreements last sem which left me thoroughly heartbroken and hence the resolution. Practically there are two ways of approach in an argument. One where you speak straight from the heart and hurt the other person . Second diplomatically take the middle path and suffer yourself. I’ve always been staunch supporter of the former but chose the latter this time around .It hurts like hell but atleast had the satisfaction that I don’t have to apologize later for something that I am remotely not ashamed of. I think this one is more suitable for our society. This is definitely not MY STYLE but something I am trying to adapt myself to.It worked wonders but something still irks me. Why do I have to follow the rules of the society and explain each n every action of mine.As my dad asks me so many times why am I like this and I always answer ‘I DON’T KNOW BUT THIS IS HOW I AM’.