Hello yet again. I have completed yet another year on the face of the planet. What’s going to follow in this post is all about what happened! Have patience and read on!!
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Friday, September 29, 2006
The Birthday....description....
Hello yet again. I have completed yet another year on the face of the planet. What’s going to follow in this post is all about what happened! Have patience and read on!!
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
The Birthday....description....
Hello yet again. I have completed yet another year on the face of the planet. What’s going to follow in this post is all about what happened! Have patience and read on!!
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Needless to say, I was dunked. It was water that appeared white at first glance. Some of the ingredients were phenyl, Horlicks, nail polish and sand. Rest of the ingredients, I am scared to even guess! I was bathed in that and as obvious, everyone else followed suit, though they had the luxury of plain, cold water. In MICA, there is no escaping the dunking. I was stinking by the end of it. Yikes. My hair was sticky and I smelt like a freshly cleaned washroom. And our director’s dog, Roxy, was drenched too! Poor canine was running around for cover. Then the people in the other blocks were woken up and bathed in ice-cold water. Whoa, that’s SOME shock therapy!
Then the party followed to the canteen where a chocolate cake with chocolate flakes and almonds and whipped cream was waiting to be cut open. Just that the knife was a little too small. Hence I came back to my room and took my hunting knife along. Now, THAT’S the way to cut a cake!! Isn’t it?! Anyway, the cake was cut and it was this huge cake (one has to have one when there are 15 people to hog AND they also have to smear it) of which, more than half was on my face and the rest was in people’s mouths. And the cake was not just put on my face; it was very meticulously done. Very meticulously done.
Two people concentrated on my nose, two on my ears and rest just headed straight for the face! By the end of the ordeal, I ended up looking like a clown from Olympic Circus (it’s one of the many circuses I have been to) with a cherry critically embedded in the white icing and pasted on my nose. Rest of my face looked like an African hunter with alternate lines of brown and white. My ears were filled to deafness with cream. Sheesh! Then, the kicking followed. Kicks rained from all eight directions. And where all did it hit me, I don’t even remember. Then I was lifted up in the air (almost 8 feet) and dropped like some washer man washing dirty clothes!!
The first round of drinks then followed. The teetotalers had soft drinks. By then it was 1.30 a.m. The party hadn’t even started yet. Everyone headed to their respective dwelling quarters and changed into dry clothes (nobody wanted to catch a cold, obviously) and I headed straight to the shower. There was something green on the floor there and I am pretty sure, it was one of the ingredients in the water but I didn’t bother (actually didn’t want to) finding out. The cream was, I must admit, very faithful. Just wasn’t coming off! Yikes! Neither was the cherry! Yikes again! Anyway, after close to 20 minutes of struggle, it relented and came off. Standing under the shower, I could see blackish green water flow off. Barf barf. Three rounds of shampoo and four rounds of soap is what it took to get the alien stuff off me. Oof. That was SOME hard work indeed. But as the wise people have said “try and try till you succeed”. And yeah, how did I miss out on this? I have so far shared the shower only with one person and I was missing that girl like crazy in the shower at that time. I remember having cuddled her in the shower when we were in (rather she had cuddled up) because the hot water tap wasn’t working! So. Fantasies came alive. And just then…bang bang! Someone hammered the door asking me to come out because everyone else was there. There, for what? It didn’t strike me for a second because I was a little lost in thinking of her. And could almost see her standing there. With her innocent eyes looking up at me and then closing in ecstasy as I bent down to kiss her. It was exactly what had happened last time. Giving her a bath was an experience that was simply out of the world! Suddenly there was an error in transmission of the visuals. That was because of the continuous hammering. Grudgingly, I stepped out. Looked a little zapped. The drinks and re-living that fantasy were having their effect.
Anyway, by the time I dressed and came out, the music was blaring loud and our own DJ was going the mixing extraordinarily well! There were four kinds of liquor: Whiskey, Vodka, Beer and Rum (dark). There was a toast and after that, it was all flowing! Wow. Initially, people were just grooving and then the dancing fit hit the people. Soon, the lights (which had been arranged) and the floor were serving the purpose they were meant to. Now, here, we luckily have a whole lot of space to dance. Couples and singles…everyone was lost dancing away to glory. Close dance, distant dance, crazy dance and proper dance, all these types were there! The tracks were brilliant and well mixed. So much so that we told the guy that in case he doesn’t do too well in advertising, he could take up DJing as a profession! Interesting suggestion eh? And high that everyone was, wisecracks were coming up from the weirdest of people! Someone came up with “you can also advertise for the place that you’re working at! I was 10 rounds down and my head felt a little light. Then it felt very light by the time I was 15 down. Strangely, I have never had the experience that people call “absolutely sloshed”. Wish I have one of those SOMEDAY. That reminds me, the girl I keep mentioning, she sleeps when she has had a little too much WINE!! I remember because we had gone out for this over night trip and I wanted to make it romantic and stuff (yeah the M&B kind, though I have never read one). She slept half way through! Cute it was. What was even cuter that she slept in my lap. Can never forget it. She looked SO LOVABLE. And the way she held on to me…boy it was beyond description!! Enough about her. Cut.
We saw the Sun rise. It was 6 a.m. and we had run out of liquor. Reluctantly, people went to bed. Some together, some alone (I belonged to the latter category because I chose to) and when I woke up, it was past 2 in the afternoon. Most were still in slumber. Zzzzzzzz.
I pushed my frame out of the bed and freshened up.
Someone had given me this white shirt with blue and grey floral print. It was thought to be very “urban male” kind and I was told to wear it. Actually, my mom had told me to wear something new and that was the only new piece of garment I had! So it was that and my blue denim. Just in case you are interested in seeing what it looked like, then you can check my orkut album. Have a couple of snaps put up.
The guys at the mess cooked up some Chawal Ki Kheer for the evening. Sweet gesture. A little too sweet. No, not the gesture, it was the kheer ☺
Wishes and cards and calls kept pouring in throughout the day. So much so that I actually had to borrow three phones and give out those numbers because my number was jammed with calls! Boy…everyday should be a birthday! Isn’t it?
Finally the 24 hours of the birthday ended and today, since the morning I have been back to slogging and working. This is reality! THIS is! That was a long dream. It has passed.
Ok, I know this description was a little too factual and not like I write generally. This piece was actually ON DEMAND (wow! I already have readers asking for more!) so that’s how it’s here.
More later because I have to head back too work! What a life??! Oh, I forgot to mention: Roxy had a huge piece of cake from my hand last night and has been sleeping throughout the day (not that he doesn’t, otherwise) and even now, he sleeping on the floor, barely three feet away from me. THAT, is life! Sigh…I am human.
Adios.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Birthday and a strange gift.
September 27, every year, happens to be my birthday. People wish and call. And I am expected to treat them. What for? I mean, I had NO hand in my being born on this date (or on any other for that matter) because it was God’s (if there is one) and the doctor’s (this person was there for sure) decision! In fact, my parents didn’t even ask me if I wanted to be born on this date! I mean, it’s MY LIFE isn’t it?
And today happens to be September 26 and people are already wishing. A day early! Scratch scratch! And I don’t understand why people fret so much on birthdays. Yeah, I know it’s nice and all that but then I still don’t get the point. And not like miracles happen on birthdays! I mean I know because I have faced it. I got a call from someone who gave me the most unusual birthday gift, probably the most bitter, though. And to top it all off, the person asked me, “what can I do to make you feel better?”
That’s the weirdest question I have heard in the 22 years of existence of mine! I mean in spite of knowing what the person CAN do and also knowing that it’s NOT something that the person WILL do, why even bother asking. There is a lesson for all the people reading: when you know there is something you CAN do for someone but you DON’T WANT to do it, you will prove yourself extremely stupid if you still ask.
Anyway, life’s great the way it is and I guess luck is meant for the more fortunate. Fine, I am rambling on too much about one thing. Let’s just change the topic.
At 12 O’ Clock, mid-night I will be dunked. Now, dunking is this interesting concept on campus. Water is mixed in careful proportions with a lot of things like nail polish, Bournvita, shave gel, sand, eggs and a whole lot of other constituents and the person who happens to have the birthday is bathed in it. I know it sounds like one hell of a stinker and trust me, it IS!! And then everyone around is eventually dunked, though will just water. Will the birthday kicks follow? I don’t have any clue to that one question. Hope they don’t, though ☺
And not to mention all the cake that’s going to be smeared on my face! Freak…it sounds scary already. But rest assured, it’s fun. The problem will be at 12, when everyone is trying to call me and the number will be jammed. On birthdays, phone numbers end up looking like on of those caller driven shows where the numbers flashing on the screen are busy ALL THE TIME when one is actually trying the number! I sometimes wonder, these people who DO get through these numbers…do they keep trying throughout the whole damn day?! Roxy, our director’s dog was down with pneumonia sometime back. Though of late, the guy’s health is improving. He was barking at the monkeys on the trees today. Hey! My dog does the same! The monkeys up there know that the dogs can’t reach them anyway and the dogs keep barking continuously in the hope that either the monkeys will scamper away or will come down on even ground. Never happens. Monkeys win most of the time! Yeah, I know hope is one crappy thing in this world. N fact I just had someone telling me today “I don’t want you to have any hopes”. Hmm. Ok. No hopes then.
Now about the treat. One is supposed to treat people on the birthday. Pray tell me why should there be a treat for a decision taken about MY life in which I myself had no role to play?! Strange isn’t it? I completely agree. Oh… I just noticed that I had mentioned the treat point in the beginning. Sorry. Actually that first birthday gift (yeah, the same with the bitter taste) has actually confused me a little.
Last evening I was conversing with this girl who suddenly asked me to tell her something interesting because she was bored. What the hell? I mean, do I look like a vending machine that gives interesting trivia for a dime? She burst out laughing when she heard that. Was that freaking funny? I didn’t think it was. Told her that. Sometime later, she left in search of more interesting vending machines. That’s what happens to me all the time. As long as I am an interesting trivia and company vending machine, people from the opposite gender stay, then they just walk away. Wow. From now on I shall display a board saying VENDING MACHINE OUT OF STOCK. Good, ain’t it? I know.
My dog’s birthday is on January 17, every year. Why isn’t cake smeared on his face? Why doesn’t he have to blow out candles? Obviously because he is a DOG! Though, he does get to cut a cake, which he tries to sink his teeth into even before it’s cut! Sheesh. That’s one hungry manner less dog. But then again, are dogs supposed to be well mannered? Don’t really think so. If someone smears him with a cake, he will probably lick himself all over to clean it. Yeech.
Hey, I know a few people who share the birthday with me and trust me, it’s strange to say “same to you” when someone says “Happy Birthday”. Weird. Very weird. How many people do you happen to know of that kind? If there are many then welcome to the club!
Anyway, I am tired of typing. So I shall call it quits for this post and do something useful. I also have to get the bitter taste off me. Let’s see what I can do. This one birthday I will remember for sure. All because of that one gift and the dunking. God! I am yet another year older! My time on the face of this planet is reducing… help!!!!
Keep dropping in for more sometimes.
Adios.
And today happens to be September 26 and people are already wishing. A day early! Scratch scratch! And I don’t understand why people fret so much on birthdays. Yeah, I know it’s nice and all that but then I still don’t get the point. And not like miracles happen on birthdays! I mean I know because I have faced it. I got a call from someone who gave me the most unusual birthday gift, probably the most bitter, though. And to top it all off, the person asked me, “what can I do to make you feel better?”
That’s the weirdest question I have heard in the 22 years of existence of mine! I mean in spite of knowing what the person CAN do and also knowing that it’s NOT something that the person WILL do, why even bother asking. There is a lesson for all the people reading: when you know there is something you CAN do for someone but you DON’T WANT to do it, you will prove yourself extremely stupid if you still ask.
Anyway, life’s great the way it is and I guess luck is meant for the more fortunate. Fine, I am rambling on too much about one thing. Let’s just change the topic.
At 12 O’ Clock, mid-night I will be dunked. Now, dunking is this interesting concept on campus. Water is mixed in careful proportions with a lot of things like nail polish, Bournvita, shave gel, sand, eggs and a whole lot of other constituents and the person who happens to have the birthday is bathed in it. I know it sounds like one hell of a stinker and trust me, it IS!! And then everyone around is eventually dunked, though will just water. Will the birthday kicks follow? I don’t have any clue to that one question. Hope they don’t, though ☺
And not to mention all the cake that’s going to be smeared on my face! Freak…it sounds scary already. But rest assured, it’s fun. The problem will be at 12, when everyone is trying to call me and the number will be jammed. On birthdays, phone numbers end up looking like on of those caller driven shows where the numbers flashing on the screen are busy ALL THE TIME when one is actually trying the number! I sometimes wonder, these people who DO get through these numbers…do they keep trying throughout the whole damn day?! Roxy, our director’s dog was down with pneumonia sometime back. Though of late, the guy’s health is improving. He was barking at the monkeys on the trees today. Hey! My dog does the same! The monkeys up there know that the dogs can’t reach them anyway and the dogs keep barking continuously in the hope that either the monkeys will scamper away or will come down on even ground. Never happens. Monkeys win most of the time! Yeah, I know hope is one crappy thing in this world. N fact I just had someone telling me today “I don’t want you to have any hopes”. Hmm. Ok. No hopes then.
Now about the treat. One is supposed to treat people on the birthday. Pray tell me why should there be a treat for a decision taken about MY life in which I myself had no role to play?! Strange isn’t it? I completely agree. Oh… I just noticed that I had mentioned the treat point in the beginning. Sorry. Actually that first birthday gift (yeah, the same with the bitter taste) has actually confused me a little.
Last evening I was conversing with this girl who suddenly asked me to tell her something interesting because she was bored. What the hell? I mean, do I look like a vending machine that gives interesting trivia for a dime? She burst out laughing when she heard that. Was that freaking funny? I didn’t think it was. Told her that. Sometime later, she left in search of more interesting vending machines. That’s what happens to me all the time. As long as I am an interesting trivia and company vending machine, people from the opposite gender stay, then they just walk away. Wow. From now on I shall display a board saying VENDING MACHINE OUT OF STOCK. Good, ain’t it? I know.
My dog’s birthday is on January 17, every year. Why isn’t cake smeared on his face? Why doesn’t he have to blow out candles? Obviously because he is a DOG! Though, he does get to cut a cake, which he tries to sink his teeth into even before it’s cut! Sheesh. That’s one hungry manner less dog. But then again, are dogs supposed to be well mannered? Don’t really think so. If someone smears him with a cake, he will probably lick himself all over to clean it. Yeech.
Hey, I know a few people who share the birthday with me and trust me, it’s strange to say “same to you” when someone says “Happy Birthday”. Weird. Very weird. How many people do you happen to know of that kind? If there are many then welcome to the club!
Anyway, I am tired of typing. So I shall call it quits for this post and do something useful. I also have to get the bitter taste off me. Let’s see what I can do. This one birthday I will remember for sure. All because of that one gift and the dunking. God! I am yet another year older! My time on the face of this planet is reducing… help!!!!
Keep dropping in for more sometimes.
Adios.
Monday, September 25, 2006
Garba on Sunday..very nice :)
Hey readers! Welcome. So…you have time to waste yet again?? Haha…
Ok, just kidding. Now, between my last post and this one, the Third World War hasn’t started, the world hasn’t fallen apart, the Sun hasn’t lost all the hydrogen and helium, my dog hasn’t given birth to a litter of pups (how can he? He is a DOG…not a Bitch for Pete’s sake!). In short, nothing major has happened in the world. But I am back, yet again with the few interesting (that’s my way of looking at it because it’s my blog) things that have happened in my life.
Read on and tell me if you liked it or not.
At 8 in the morning, I opened my eyes groggily to my friend pushing me to wake me up. I woke up to find myself in front of the computer (yes, the same one I am working on right now) in the lab. The last time I remembered having seen the huge wall clock in the lab was at 6 a.m. And that meant that I had fallen asleep in the lab itself (with my legs rested up on the table), which was not the best thing to discover, the first in the morning.
Anyway, I could hear my friend yelling something in my ear, of which I could make no sense at first. Then, as the fog around my eyes, ears, head and memory cleared, I figured out that he was asking me if I wanted to go down to his place for a lunch of boneless chicken and rice or not and that two other guys were coming along. I mean, which idiot on this planet would refuse such an offer?! I said I sure did. His reply was something I didn’t like. I never do. He said his car would arrive in 10 minutes and I had to look presentable by then. Now, you tell me, who on this earth likes to be rushed right in the morning? Still, the temptation of the lunch (and breakfast that came along with it) was too strong. So I pulled my frame out of the chair and walked up to the room. Got dressed. Dropped on the bed and dozed off again…just to discover him kicking my bed. Sheesh!
The car came in and off we were. I do not remember anything that happened after five minutes of having boarded the car because I was sound asleep. The drive generally lasts 45 minutes. So I caught a quick nap. But that wasn’t enough to compensate for four nights of NO SLEEP, was what I eventually discovered. We landed up at his place. Met his dad, said hello and went up to the room. There, I promptly ordered an omelette of three eggs and bread and fruit juice. I know it was heavy but then…haven’t you heard that one should have breakfast like a king, lunch like a soldier and dinner like a pauper? But that’s besides the point. The food had been polished off the plate in 5 minutes flat (yeah I can hog when essential) and I dropped on the bed like a log and was as good as someone in coma within 3 to 4 minutes. When I woke up, the other guys were gone. So I went to look for them and found them in the pool. Changed and joined them. Lunch finally happened at 4 in the afternoon. And by 9, we were back. Then I discovered that people were going for Garba.
Now, being in Gujarat, I really didn’t want to miss that. I mean, this is the place where it originated for Heaven’s sake!!! So I changed into a black embroidered kurta, light biscuit trousers (since I am not carrying pajamas here) and a cream crepe bandhani and off we were. The destination was NID (for those who don’t know, it’s National Instt. of Design) and we reached at around 10.30.
People were already dancing and there was a huge crowd. Eye candy was in abundance but I was not really in the mood. Was missing someone. For sometime, I loitered around because I had no clue to how the dance was performed. Then, inevitably, I was dragged into the circle. Some stray girl came up to me and said that I was looking nice and would I like to accompany her. Hmm…good question. Considering I didn’t know how to dance and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, I said no. She persisted, I resisted and finally she said that if I didn’t know how to dance then she would teach me. Then there was really no escape. So I went. I was a little surprised to find that I was a fast learner at stuff like this (yikes! That’s scary) and caught on. After that I continued dancing. The partners, though, kept changing. Good looking they were. But after all that I have seen and been through in life, one thing I can say for sure is that it’s much better to have one steady partner than several unsteady ones. Be it in life, love, dance or anything else. The one I wished for wasn’t there. There were girls wearing all sorts of things from ghagras to denims! Yikes! Denim for garba? Holy Christ! And the ones who were wearing the ghagras had these round pieces of glass embedded in them which made them look like a walking mirror. More like, dancing ones☺
There was a lot of confusion as well, when people were dancing in a group. Then I went and got myself something to drink. Some of the people around were a little high on alcohol. Then the musicians took a little break so I went and sat with the rest of the gang. People were being asked for dance and so was I (what made you think I wasn’t, anyway?) but the ONE dance partner I actually wanted to dance with wasn’t around and if she is reading this, she will understand. So I called her up. Spoke to her. She called back and we spoke for some more time. The place suddenly seemed better!! So back I went into the dancing ring and tried dancing a little more.
It was a blast. The whole thing ended at around 1.30 a.m. reached the campus at 2.15. all the dancing has caused me to sweat (obviously) so I changed and decided to post yet another blog. Hence, here I am! But right now it’s 4.30 a.m. and I have a headache for some unknown reason. So this post might have become a little long winding and boring half way. Sorry folks☺
I am sleepy and headached. So I shall leave all you readers (who themselves would have had a headache by now, after having read all this) and go get some more sleep! Hehe…
Till next time then, take care.
Adios.
Ok, just kidding. Now, between my last post and this one, the Third World War hasn’t started, the world hasn’t fallen apart, the Sun hasn’t lost all the hydrogen and helium, my dog hasn’t given birth to a litter of pups (how can he? He is a DOG…not a Bitch for Pete’s sake!). In short, nothing major has happened in the world. But I am back, yet again with the few interesting (that’s my way of looking at it because it’s my blog) things that have happened in my life.
Read on and tell me if you liked it or not.
At 8 in the morning, I opened my eyes groggily to my friend pushing me to wake me up. I woke up to find myself in front of the computer (yes, the same one I am working on right now) in the lab. The last time I remembered having seen the huge wall clock in the lab was at 6 a.m. And that meant that I had fallen asleep in the lab itself (with my legs rested up on the table), which was not the best thing to discover, the first in the morning.
Anyway, I could hear my friend yelling something in my ear, of which I could make no sense at first. Then, as the fog around my eyes, ears, head and memory cleared, I figured out that he was asking me if I wanted to go down to his place for a lunch of boneless chicken and rice or not and that two other guys were coming along. I mean, which idiot on this planet would refuse such an offer?! I said I sure did. His reply was something I didn’t like. I never do. He said his car would arrive in 10 minutes and I had to look presentable by then. Now, you tell me, who on this earth likes to be rushed right in the morning? Still, the temptation of the lunch (and breakfast that came along with it) was too strong. So I pulled my frame out of the chair and walked up to the room. Got dressed. Dropped on the bed and dozed off again…just to discover him kicking my bed. Sheesh!
The car came in and off we were. I do not remember anything that happened after five minutes of having boarded the car because I was sound asleep. The drive generally lasts 45 minutes. So I caught a quick nap. But that wasn’t enough to compensate for four nights of NO SLEEP, was what I eventually discovered. We landed up at his place. Met his dad, said hello and went up to the room. There, I promptly ordered an omelette of three eggs and bread and fruit juice. I know it was heavy but then…haven’t you heard that one should have breakfast like a king, lunch like a soldier and dinner like a pauper? But that’s besides the point. The food had been polished off the plate in 5 minutes flat (yeah I can hog when essential) and I dropped on the bed like a log and was as good as someone in coma within 3 to 4 minutes. When I woke up, the other guys were gone. So I went to look for them and found them in the pool. Changed and joined them. Lunch finally happened at 4 in the afternoon. And by 9, we were back. Then I discovered that people were going for Garba.
Now, being in Gujarat, I really didn’t want to miss that. I mean, this is the place where it originated for Heaven’s sake!!! So I changed into a black embroidered kurta, light biscuit trousers (since I am not carrying pajamas here) and a cream crepe bandhani and off we were. The destination was NID (for those who don’t know, it’s National Instt. of Design) and we reached at around 10.30.
People were already dancing and there was a huge crowd. Eye candy was in abundance but I was not really in the mood. Was missing someone. For sometime, I loitered around because I had no clue to how the dance was performed. Then, inevitably, I was dragged into the circle. Some stray girl came up to me and said that I was looking nice and would I like to accompany her. Hmm…good question. Considering I didn’t know how to dance and I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, I said no. She persisted, I resisted and finally she said that if I didn’t know how to dance then she would teach me. Then there was really no escape. So I went. I was a little surprised to find that I was a fast learner at stuff like this (yikes! That’s scary) and caught on. After that I continued dancing. The partners, though, kept changing. Good looking they were. But after all that I have seen and been through in life, one thing I can say for sure is that it’s much better to have one steady partner than several unsteady ones. Be it in life, love, dance or anything else. The one I wished for wasn’t there. There were girls wearing all sorts of things from ghagras to denims! Yikes! Denim for garba? Holy Christ! And the ones who were wearing the ghagras had these round pieces of glass embedded in them which made them look like a walking mirror. More like, dancing ones☺
There was a lot of confusion as well, when people were dancing in a group. Then I went and got myself something to drink. Some of the people around were a little high on alcohol. Then the musicians took a little break so I went and sat with the rest of the gang. People were being asked for dance and so was I (what made you think I wasn’t, anyway?) but the ONE dance partner I actually wanted to dance with wasn’t around and if she is reading this, she will understand. So I called her up. Spoke to her. She called back and we spoke for some more time. The place suddenly seemed better!! So back I went into the dancing ring and tried dancing a little more.
It was a blast. The whole thing ended at around 1.30 a.m. reached the campus at 2.15. all the dancing has caused me to sweat (obviously) so I changed and decided to post yet another blog. Hence, here I am! But right now it’s 4.30 a.m. and I have a headache for some unknown reason. So this post might have become a little long winding and boring half way. Sorry folks☺
I am sleepy and headached. So I shall leave all you readers (who themselves would have had a headache by now, after having read all this) and go get some more sleep! Hehe…
Till next time then, take care.
Adios.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Read THIS ONE for sure :)
I am back. With no vengeance, though!! This one will be long but hopefully more interesing than the mundane stuff I have been writing about.
Today was a long day. And considering that one of my campaigns got approved, it wasn’t bad either! I finally got a haircut today, after almost two months!! Yikes, that’s LONG!! I mean, time-wise. Now, guess what the haircut has done to me? It has made me look HUMAN again! Or else, I looked more like an ape! So much so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if one of the many monkeys on our campus took me to be one of their clan!
Now, talking of looks, I was talking to this friend of mine to whom I mentioned that I stand 6 feet and 2 inches above sea level. She said that it was a good height. Now, what I fail to understand is…what’s GOOD or BAD about someone’s HEIGHT? I swear to Almighty, I have nothing to do with it. I mean it. For that matter, any physical attribute of a person is a sheer coincidence and nobody should really take credit for it, or discredit either. I know people who look very good and are proud of it. Pray tell me WHY?? Like, for example, I sometimes find my height a little bit of a problem (though most of the times it's an advantage) when I see people sleep peacefully in any of the Indian trains. Because for me, invariably my body, beyond my ankles, sticks out of the berth and people keep brushing against it all the damn time! Specially if it’s the upper berth then that is even more disturbing because the heads of the people walking by keep tickling my soles. Not to mention that I feel like I am BLESSING them all the time ☺
Now, I have a nose that’s a little funny. It is round at the tip. So much so, that I am scared. Scared because if, someday, during one of the FIFA finals, the ball bursts, thanks to all the kicking that it undergoes, these guys will probably chop off my nose to continue the game!! Sheeesh…that will be pretty painful! And I can’t even help it because that’s the way I was manufactured! And my parents didn’t exactly order for a custom made baby. Divine error. The girl that I mentioned earlier, the one who is very close to me, is 5 feet 5 inches. Though, now she is going out with another guy (maybe she didn’t like my nose), when she was with me, it was really nice to hug her (it felt so great). One, because she was a perfect fit for my arms and two, because she was 9 inches shorter. It was the perfect situation when she could actually, pretty literally put her head on my chest and close her eyes. That made the kiss, that followed, very special. Every single time. That made HER very special. Anyway, she has someone else now (blame my nose) so this is besides the point.
Writing is a really good hobby. People have asked me about how I manage to come up with something to write about everyday. The truth is, I just put words to form meaningful (or should I say, hopefully meaningful) sentences and then string those sentences to form cohesive paragraphs! See, my knowledge is really limited and that’s why I can’t really find new topics everyday. It’s all about what life throws up in front of me. I just give words to situations. It’s not the high-end language that’s used; it’s how one uses the language to put thoughts across. Simple, isn’t it? I spoke to the special girl (yes, the same one mentioned above) today and she told me that the thing I have written about the hare and the tortoise in the previous post is actually true. I know it is but for two reasons, it made me laugh. One was that I knew that it was true from personal experience because in our case, I was like the hare and her current guy was like the tortoise because I presumed that I was closer to her and he took her away at the last moment. That too, in one single night of conversing with her! Whoa! And the second reason was because she actually reads my blog (she actually has the time and the inclination to)! Though, I am not complaining because it just proves that at least I can write well! Not just her, there have been quite a few people who have read my posts and told me what they felt. I am happy because it proves that I can attract readers (hopefully). Writing has been a passion with me and if one does anything with passion, it eventually turns out to be good (I would like to believe that the same applies to my writing as well). That’s a personal belief, though. Sometimes, when I look back at the days when I struggled to write one line in this language that I am writing in right now, it feels strange. Till my fifth grade, I sucked at writing (though I had attempted to write a poem when I was in the third grade). And then I went to Scindia Public School, Gwalior. There, we had an essay writing competition. The topic was Friendship (what else can a fifth grade write about anyway) and I participated. I filled two pages. Though I don’t quite remember what I wrote about, I remember having had no hopes of winning because there were guys who were known to be good at writing. I was the underdog. Then came the day of the results and I was hoping against hope that I might just win SOMETHING. Even if it was a consolation prize, it would be consoling. My ears were tuned to catch any sound that remotely resembled my name. they went in an ascending order. First came the consolation prize. Not me. Next was the third prize. Not me again. When my name wasn’t announced even for the second prize, I had given up hopes completely and detuned my ears. Then it happened. My name was announced for the first prize. I was more shocked than happy because I thought that there was some kind of mistake. So remained standing at my place, at the end of the line (yeah I was a little tall even then), till the guy beside me nudged me. Up I went to the dais, with a sheepish smile because by then, my name had been announced thrice already! I took the certificate and the prize, came back and stood where I had been earlier. I was a little dazed even then because I was scared that they may just say it was a mistake and take my gift and certificate back! Was a little shocked too. I mean c’mon, I was just 10 years old and at that age, little things like this matter a lot! I was a kid after all (I still had the round nose though). I remember having read my name at least 20 times on the certificate to let the feeling sink in. Later, the guy who was the favorite competitor came along and made an acid remark that such flashes in the pan were common and it was sheer fluke. He said that once in a while, even the underdogs got to see the face of victory. I took that one remark to heart. And that’s why I am here today. That was the first time I wrote with a passion and there has been no looking back. Initially, it was to beat him in competitions and then I started to love writing. The knack (whatever little I have) was probably God’s gift. And that’s why I say that I was born to write and I shall write my own epitaph. Now, writing has become a passion. Sometimes, there just has to be one catalyst to trigger off that passion for reading, writing, poetry and the like. Anyone who is literate can write. And write well.
Such incidents in life, make life what it eventually becomes. So I shall try sharing more such incidents (if you are not bored with this one already). And as for now, I have written enough (I am at the end of the second page of the word document!) and I shall head back to a little work before the nail hits my head. Come back for more when you have the time. It will be nice (though it might waste a little time).
Till then, take care and be good.
Adios.
Today was a long day. And considering that one of my campaigns got approved, it wasn’t bad either! I finally got a haircut today, after almost two months!! Yikes, that’s LONG!! I mean, time-wise. Now, guess what the haircut has done to me? It has made me look HUMAN again! Or else, I looked more like an ape! So much so that I wouldn’t have been surprised if one of the many monkeys on our campus took me to be one of their clan!
Now, talking of looks, I was talking to this friend of mine to whom I mentioned that I stand 6 feet and 2 inches above sea level. She said that it was a good height. Now, what I fail to understand is…what’s GOOD or BAD about someone’s HEIGHT? I swear to Almighty, I have nothing to do with it. I mean it. For that matter, any physical attribute of a person is a sheer coincidence and nobody should really take credit for it, or discredit either. I know people who look very good and are proud of it. Pray tell me WHY?? Like, for example, I sometimes find my height a little bit of a problem (though most of the times it's an advantage) when I see people sleep peacefully in any of the Indian trains. Because for me, invariably my body, beyond my ankles, sticks out of the berth and people keep brushing against it all the damn time! Specially if it’s the upper berth then that is even more disturbing because the heads of the people walking by keep tickling my soles. Not to mention that I feel like I am BLESSING them all the time ☺
Now, I have a nose that’s a little funny. It is round at the tip. So much so, that I am scared. Scared because if, someday, during one of the FIFA finals, the ball bursts, thanks to all the kicking that it undergoes, these guys will probably chop off my nose to continue the game!! Sheeesh…that will be pretty painful! And I can’t even help it because that’s the way I was manufactured! And my parents didn’t exactly order for a custom made baby. Divine error. The girl that I mentioned earlier, the one who is very close to me, is 5 feet 5 inches. Though, now she is going out with another guy (maybe she didn’t like my nose), when she was with me, it was really nice to hug her (it felt so great). One, because she was a perfect fit for my arms and two, because she was 9 inches shorter. It was the perfect situation when she could actually, pretty literally put her head on my chest and close her eyes. That made the kiss, that followed, very special. Every single time. That made HER very special. Anyway, she has someone else now (blame my nose) so this is besides the point.
Writing is a really good hobby. People have asked me about how I manage to come up with something to write about everyday. The truth is, I just put words to form meaningful (or should I say, hopefully meaningful) sentences and then string those sentences to form cohesive paragraphs! See, my knowledge is really limited and that’s why I can’t really find new topics everyday. It’s all about what life throws up in front of me. I just give words to situations. It’s not the high-end language that’s used; it’s how one uses the language to put thoughts across. Simple, isn’t it? I spoke to the special girl (yes, the same one mentioned above) today and she told me that the thing I have written about the hare and the tortoise in the previous post is actually true. I know it is but for two reasons, it made me laugh. One was that I knew that it was true from personal experience because in our case, I was like the hare and her current guy was like the tortoise because I presumed that I was closer to her and he took her away at the last moment. That too, in one single night of conversing with her! Whoa! And the second reason was because she actually reads my blog (she actually has the time and the inclination to)! Though, I am not complaining because it just proves that at least I can write well! Not just her, there have been quite a few people who have read my posts and told me what they felt. I am happy because it proves that I can attract readers (hopefully). Writing has been a passion with me and if one does anything with passion, it eventually turns out to be good (I would like to believe that the same applies to my writing as well). That’s a personal belief, though. Sometimes, when I look back at the days when I struggled to write one line in this language that I am writing in right now, it feels strange. Till my fifth grade, I sucked at writing (though I had attempted to write a poem when I was in the third grade). And then I went to Scindia Public School, Gwalior. There, we had an essay writing competition. The topic was Friendship (what else can a fifth grade write about anyway) and I participated. I filled two pages. Though I don’t quite remember what I wrote about, I remember having had no hopes of winning because there were guys who were known to be good at writing. I was the underdog. Then came the day of the results and I was hoping against hope that I might just win SOMETHING. Even if it was a consolation prize, it would be consoling. My ears were tuned to catch any sound that remotely resembled my name. they went in an ascending order. First came the consolation prize. Not me. Next was the third prize. Not me again. When my name wasn’t announced even for the second prize, I had given up hopes completely and detuned my ears. Then it happened. My name was announced for the first prize. I was more shocked than happy because I thought that there was some kind of mistake. So remained standing at my place, at the end of the line (yeah I was a little tall even then), till the guy beside me nudged me. Up I went to the dais, with a sheepish smile because by then, my name had been announced thrice already! I took the certificate and the prize, came back and stood where I had been earlier. I was a little dazed even then because I was scared that they may just say it was a mistake and take my gift and certificate back! Was a little shocked too. I mean c’mon, I was just 10 years old and at that age, little things like this matter a lot! I was a kid after all (I still had the round nose though). I remember having read my name at least 20 times on the certificate to let the feeling sink in. Later, the guy who was the favorite competitor came along and made an acid remark that such flashes in the pan were common and it was sheer fluke. He said that once in a while, even the underdogs got to see the face of victory. I took that one remark to heart. And that’s why I am here today. That was the first time I wrote with a passion and there has been no looking back. Initially, it was to beat him in competitions and then I started to love writing. The knack (whatever little I have) was probably God’s gift. And that’s why I say that I was born to write and I shall write my own epitaph. Now, writing has become a passion. Sometimes, there just has to be one catalyst to trigger off that passion for reading, writing, poetry and the like. Anyone who is literate can write. And write well.
Such incidents in life, make life what it eventually becomes. So I shall try sharing more such incidents (if you are not bored with this one already). And as for now, I have written enough (I am at the end of the second page of the word document!) and I shall head back to a little work before the nail hits my head. Come back for more when you have the time. It will be nice (though it might waste a little time).
Till then, take care and be good.
Adios.
Friday, September 22, 2006
today's report.
The day started a little early today. We have a faculty who has come down to assess the copy and advertisements again! Good. Very good. But I am pretty messed up considering that half my work…no more than half my work has not been done!
Hey, while blogging I just discovered something. It’s a great way to express oneself and let the pent up thoughts out. Being a copywriter again, I have to know how to write long copy as well as one liners and people have told me that I can sometimes come up with pinching one liners. The only problem is that, it’s in certain cases. Got to improve or else I am so screwed (sorry for the language) because the agency guys are going to ruin my happiness. So far as long copy is concerned, I am so used to blogging that I guess it shouldn’t really be a problem. And a request to anyone who has read the previous posts, or, is reading this one. PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU GIVE ME PROPER COMMENTS. I mean…I need to know if my writing is effective or not at all!
Anyway, here it’s 1.30 a.m. and I am sitting here posting entries. I have a target of finishing off my campaigns on coffins. Have a few ideas simmering in the head but then, I can’t say it out because it hasn’t been finalized yet. Some of the concepts were ripped to shreds and I am a little worried. A LITTLE worried. The jury is 20 days away and I have no clue as to what to do! People in the class were watching this movie called Monsoon Wedding. Some of them have a few things approved and I am sitting here on nothing. Have heard the tortoise and the hare story but then, till it happens, my neck is on the line.
Do I sound a little to depressed and worked up? Well, maybe because I am. And that shows in the way one writes. Even Mark Twain had the same problem towards the middle and end of his writing career. Though there was a silver lining around the cloud because the person who has come down told me that a few things that I am working on are just fine and I need to fine-tune it a little. And for those who don’t know, I am back to selling coffins. To living people. I mean, when style matters in everything, why should death be an exception! Viola! That’s the idea. This is brilliant. That’s why I love blogging so much. Because it just lets my creative writing juices flow! Unbridled. And somewhere, it may just give me what I am dying to get out of my pen. Like it did just now! Good. I am proud of myself!
Anyway… before I forget the entire idea, I will go and get working ☺
So I will see all you folks later and just to tell all you people, if any of you is remotely interested in writing and appreciate good advertising, check out this website: www.neilfrench.com
This is guy is SIMPLY BRILLIANT. Haven’t seen any of that caliber so far. No wonder then, he is the world wide creative of O&M!
With that, I will leave you thinking…
Adios.
Hey, while blogging I just discovered something. It’s a great way to express oneself and let the pent up thoughts out. Being a copywriter again, I have to know how to write long copy as well as one liners and people have told me that I can sometimes come up with pinching one liners. The only problem is that, it’s in certain cases. Got to improve or else I am so screwed (sorry for the language) because the agency guys are going to ruin my happiness. So far as long copy is concerned, I am so used to blogging that I guess it shouldn’t really be a problem. And a request to anyone who has read the previous posts, or, is reading this one. PLEASE MAKE SURE THAT YOU GIVE ME PROPER COMMENTS. I mean…I need to know if my writing is effective or not at all!
Anyway, here it’s 1.30 a.m. and I am sitting here posting entries. I have a target of finishing off my campaigns on coffins. Have a few ideas simmering in the head but then, I can’t say it out because it hasn’t been finalized yet. Some of the concepts were ripped to shreds and I am a little worried. A LITTLE worried. The jury is 20 days away and I have no clue as to what to do! People in the class were watching this movie called Monsoon Wedding. Some of them have a few things approved and I am sitting here on nothing. Have heard the tortoise and the hare story but then, till it happens, my neck is on the line.
Do I sound a little to depressed and worked up? Well, maybe because I am. And that shows in the way one writes. Even Mark Twain had the same problem towards the middle and end of his writing career. Though there was a silver lining around the cloud because the person who has come down told me that a few things that I am working on are just fine and I need to fine-tune it a little. And for those who don’t know, I am back to selling coffins. To living people. I mean, when style matters in everything, why should death be an exception! Viola! That’s the idea. This is brilliant. That’s why I love blogging so much. Because it just lets my creative writing juices flow! Unbridled. And somewhere, it may just give me what I am dying to get out of my pen. Like it did just now! Good. I am proud of myself!
Anyway… before I forget the entire idea, I will go and get working ☺
So I will see all you folks later and just to tell all you people, if any of you is remotely interested in writing and appreciate good advertising, check out this website: www.neilfrench.com
This is guy is SIMPLY BRILLIANT. Haven’t seen any of that caliber so far. No wonder then, he is the world wide creative of O&M!
With that, I will leave you thinking…
Adios.
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