Monday, December 29, 2008

My Corner Of The World

I’m a woman. At least that’s what the people in this corner of the globe call creatures created like me. I’m a child bearing machine .Education is not for lesser known beings like me. Men are Beings I help create, nurture and protect. Those beings who make my life miserable. It is the same blood and flesh. But the difference is hidden somewhere beneath the skin. Someplace called the society, which narrows down to you and me ,at some point. Something called humanity, which is just a fantasy in my corner of the globe. I call it my corner of the globe.
I’m clothed from head to toe. I’ve never been to school. I’m a commodity that gets sold to a sack of flesh and bones, with out a heart. I don’t have a choice. My life is not under my control. Its manipulated my millions of invisible doctrines and baseless beliefs .In my part of the world one women dies every 27 minutes due to complications during pregnancy. The reasons are quite simple:
In my corner of the globe women are not allowed access to education. And men don’t allow women to visit male doctors.(how do people handle this situation here, women are not allowed education. that means they cant study to become doctors. And they are not allowed to visit male doctors)This means pregnancies are handled by incompetent mid wives. This is the reason that for every 100,000 births 6500 young mothers die, each year. Young means most of these girls are below 16 years of age.
Women are incomplete with out men in their lives,atleast thats wat ppl belive in ,in my corner of the globe.65% of widows in my corner of the world resort to suicide .This is a peek into my corner of the world after the Taliban left it:
“Kandhar schoools empty after acid attack on girls
“This year, the rate of violence against women in Kunduz, especially rape of small girls has increased by two times compared to last year. Expressing concern over this situation”
“,Afghan education authorities say they are facing a difficult task of convincing parents to send their daughters to school as attacks on female students have increased in recent months. Three girls sustained severe burns in the southern town of Kandahar earlier in the week when unknown men sprayed acid on up to 15 girls
"more than 80% of afghans face mental health problems"
“More than 80% Afghans are faced by due to long war and economic depravity, where as child stress has increased by 30%, compared to the past”

“ “As Afghanistan's most senior and most famous female police officer, based in the country's ultra-conservative south, Lieut.-Col. Malalai Kakar knew she was a marked woman. On Sunday, two days after taking part in a Canadian event to mark the end of Islam's holiest month, insurgents grimly confirmed her fears, shooting Kakar dead as she left her house”
There is no law to check crimes againt women in my corner of the world.Since it ia a corner I cant run or hide.Im just waiting.Waiting in darkness.against time,with hope.Hope for a better tomorrow for my daughters.
K this is what I would have felt if I lived in Afghanistan. Women are the same all over r the globe, whether in a corner or at the centre. This is my reaction towards an article I read a few days back in the news paper about girls at schools in afghan being attacked .

Thursday, December 25, 2008

Movies nd me

OK ,Me watching movies is a little rare. I cant sit in a dark theatre for three hours and watch some larger than life-joker dance/fight/romance around. But I do have some peculiar habits while watching a movie:
We were a gang of ten girls from school fondly called the last bench gang, for all bad reasons(“last bench “itself says it all).So after our boards we went for this movie called YAAR ADI NEE MOHINi. Starring ollikucchi odumukaran dhanush, constipated gorilla nayanthara(Is she seriously incapable of acting or is there some problem with her facial muscles???)and america mapilai karthik(he acts well.Thats the only reason why he is not seen much in movies,.Its koli-wood ppl.)with this kind of a star cast where the hero looks like the heroines adopted son. There was not much scope for entertainment.
So we went to the theatre well equipped with whistles. And when ever karthik came on screen we whistled our lungs out.Plus comments like “I love karthik””hey naan unne kalyanam pannikaren nayan veenam(I will marrry you chuck nayanthara)”ect. Was our speciality. After the interval a security fraud walked up to us. Neatly demanded all our whistles and took them away. I dint part with my whistle. The last benchers were suppressed by a male chauvinistic society. But we will raise again.
When ever I go for movies with my parents my brother sits next to me. Our fight is more interesting than the hero villan adi thadi. The last time we had a mega fight inside the theater was during subramaniapuram. My bro emptied an entire packet of popcorn on me. He got royally screwed ,for his behavior by my parents and I had fun watching him getting scolded.
The last movie I cried was LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE when I watched it for the 5th time on T.V.I don’t know, I remembered prarthasarathy thatha ,he died when I was in sixth std.
I remember one of my friends tell me that she cried when Anderson(The american cop in vetaiyadu vilayadu) died in vetaiadu vilayadu. I can quote a guy from my class saying ”CHE naan king kong padam pathu aluthen da.Paavam anda korangu(I cried while watching king knog ya.poor monkey)”Plus its really weird but I cry at the ending of all happy ending romantic movies (If the movie is good)anandha kaneer(Tears of joy I guess).Even though I don’t believe in the concept of happily ever after.
#4first bench/last bench syndrome
This is really irritating. Try to Picture this situation:
Crowed movie theatre/you own couch along with friends. You are really thrilled to watch this movie which others say is great. But lets say friend of yours has already watched this movie. He/she irritates you by giving away crucial details of the plot. Bugs you with “I KNOW WHT HAPPENS NEXT”. This is like an last bencher learning something and trying to prove amongst his co-last benchers that he is really smart. I call it the last bench syndrome. The entire soul of the movie is lost in his/ her half bakesd translation.
Well another type is what I prefer terming the ” first benchers syndrome”. Just like the first benchers who come up with totally unrelated doubts which the lecturer cant answer these peopl wont just stop asking questions.
They don’t understand the movie. They don’t understand the characters .the bug you with “who is he””who killed whom””what did he just say?”you lose interest in the movie soon after answering 25 questions per second.
OK I’m not talking about art films/documentaries here. It happens in Chennai theaters. You sit to get away from all pressures of the outside world to immerse your soul in some baseless story.Thats when the lover birds come in.
Usually a totally clueless giggly girl usually with a boy friend who gives this “I Know what I want from my life “expression on his face. With his bile key in one hand he walks as if he owns the theatre..The perform some romance scenes from the film live in front of your eyes. Usually the damsel is on her mans shoulders trying to read the meaning of her life in his eyes.This helps esp. if the movie is bad. The parallel cinema going on right next to your seat is helpful to wile time. But the contents are meant only for an audience above 18.sadly there is no censor board for parallel cinema.
Well If your life resembled a cinema this is how it would be:
.You are a son of a widow merit student.NOW heroine entry. She gets wet in the rain wearing the clothes her parents bought for her when she was seven. She is usually fair .always with beautiful hair and looks good from all angles. She falls madly in love with, even though you look like a karapanpoochi(cockroach).her father is also an industrialist. Now probably the only sensible guy in the movie is the heroines’ dad.
He bashes you up for messing around with his daughter. Then you decide to fight back. All of a suden you fight like you are Jackie Chan’s adopted son, and like your great grand father devised kung fu.IN between you romance with your heroine in swiss.Rain dance,comedia trying to inspire social change. The list goes on. I don’t find an apt way to end the tale.
.Im not a movie buff.But these are a few things I noticed about movies and movie watchers.Which i wanted to share in my blog

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Ten ways to waste time inside an Exam hall

CAUTION: the stunts mentioned below are performed by well trained professionals. Any attempt to recreate these stunts at home or at college might cause danger to you or others around you(li
Ten ways to waste time inside the exam hall if you are an enlightened soul like me and don’t really need any more knowledge. It was mass comm. paper. I dint even make an attempt to prepare as usual
And that’s the only reason I completed the three hour paper in one hour ten minutes (includes the ten minutes I was late).SO I had lots of time in hand. I felt ppl would think I was arrogant if I shoved my answer script to the invigilator and walked away. Plus I love scribbling something in my answer script till the last second .
10. Sharpen your brothers kutti pencil:
If you are using a pen pencil (LEAD PENCIL) I don’t think it would be a good idea to sharp it.
9. Look at the shoes others /invigilator in the hall is wearing
8. Compare your photo on the hall ticket with the one in the smart card
I tried to find six differences between my photo in the ID card and the hall ticket. The only similarity I found between the photos were that I dint look good in both the photos(btw it was the same photo in both the places)
7. Write your answers in multi colored pen’s
This help’s esp. If you are one of those types who give a lot of importance to external appearance than inner beauty
6. Trying to establish eye contact with some one as clueless as you are and feel happy that your name is not going to be the only name gracing the arrear list. This helped me gain self confidence
5. Pity the girl/boy sitting behind you, who with out realizing the fact that you have not written anything meaningful in your paper excluding your name and roll no. asks you for an answer.
4. Try to figure out why the chief minister has two wives
3. Wondering how my brother/best friend would have done the exam
2. Soul searching: think about complicated things like life and fall asleep
1. Regret about not trying to learn for the exam. Promissing to oneself that this will never happen again and doing the above mentioned 9 things in the next exam also

Monday, December 15, 2008

butterfly butterfly

There are certain things that make me feel like a butterfly.I love butterflies.The butter fly award made me feel like one.But when ever i see i a butter fly I feel kind of insecure and scared.I know the butterfly is not going to stay beautiful and happy like this for ever.It will wither and fade in a very short time.It gives me this feeling that every thing beautiful and happy is short lived.Its fragile .It fills me with this happy/sad feeling
.passing over that now.This is what my senior karthik told ,before giving me this prestigious award: "பொண்ணோட language செம்ம ஷார்ப், அதே மாதிரி தான் பதிவுகளும். மேடமுக்கு வருது பாருங்க கோவம், நீங்களே போய் படிச்சு பாருங்க. வாழ்த்துக்கள் சுவாதி. என்னதான் என் அறிவுரையின் பேர்ல நீ ப்ளோக் பண்றதா இருந்தாலும், உனக்கு குரு என்கிற விதத்துல உன்னை பாராட்ட வேண்டியது என் கடமை. All the best, keep blogging. (try to divide paragraphs in ur blog)"

A translation for all my peter friends:he says that my language is very sharp.I've vented out my anger and frustration regarding various issiues in my blog,which he feels is commendable.and has advised me to split my blog into paragraphs.Now all of you "clap for me".

Its time now to announce my nominations for the coolest blog I've read:

1.karthik for -the lotta blog

2.senior karthik for-countdown blog(nice innovation)

3.kalpana for -tainted

4.susan for-big time loser comment

5.king for-quarter with gounder mani

6.swathi for-what money cant buy

And the award goes to

king for quarter with koundamani:I think it made me laugh and think at the same time which is i like kounda mani and his counters.Wish he started his own katchi

and Kalpana for tainted :Kalpu never knew you had loads of deep thoughts hidden behind that brush of yours.try to blog more frequently.

Whit this i'm happily ending my butterfly award section.wish i win the award the next year too.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008


this is a recent write up i did for an english assignment about the movie life is beautiful. Thought i could share it in my blog:its not exactly a cut out but something similar to that .Ma’am how would you expect the world to react to something fabulous, beautiful and gripping? I think silence is the best reaction possible(but if I choose to remain silent ,I probably might not get marks).So here I’m ,trying to translate a beautiful experience. I loved the movie. The scene where a Nazi officer sends people in to the gas chambers and suddenly she trips and falls. She is helped by an old Jewish man who asks her if she is fine. I think this was the best part of the movie. The movie dealt with sacrifice and sacrifice and unconditional love in all its forms is beautiful. The movie made me believe in certain thing that I thought was non-existent in the world like unconditional love. Whatever happens life moves on. This is the beauty of life. Most of us start building our life on some one else’s sacrifices. This is what makes life worth living. After seeing the movie I really started believing in the concept of “soul” ‘cos I fell the movie touched my soul. The moral of the movie according to me is love gives man the courage to fight against even the mightiest army in the world .Even if it means losing yourself to safeguard your loved ones

Monday, November 24, 2008


I was travelling by 5B the other day, from T.nagar to Anna Uinversity. On the sides of the road I suddenly discovered the greatest truth about life. No wonder why Indian spirituality is famous abroad. How many of you believe in the divine cycle of life death and rebirth. I do. I really do. Let me explain how. From what I found on the road side.
Now ,where do we get our food from???????
From plants which are livining things.
What happens when people eat them .
The plants eventually die.
Now what happens after we finish importing?????????? .
We Export or we excrete(my post is getting dirty at this point)
.This again becomes manure for plants to grow and they give life again(can you see life-death-rebirth). When do you think these organisms attain salvation. They attain salvation only when some Indian living below poverty line(fondly called BPL by people who want to show that they know the basics of economics)decides to defecate on the road side.esp. On newly laid tar roads. From here the crap gets mixed with rain water or is consumed by more luckier creatures like dogs who don’t really have to bother about recession or what really the people in the U.S are doing with their money / lack of it I should say or it is stamped by another Indian .The crap attains salvation at last. It doesn’t really go back to the soil or something.Now getting to the point
We talk so much about what is happening in the U.S. Our satellite has touched the moon. But even today thousands of people who live in slums defecate on the road sides or in the open. Our government’s main concern is to provide foods to people.What are we going to do reaching the moon when our roadsides tell us the stories of millions of Indians who struggle for basic amenities???????? .Blame the poverty or the governments ineffiency in fighting poverty. Its really funny on the part of the government .What will the poor Indian do when rice is available for Re1,but a toilet is still a luxury?.The U.N says that only 33% of the Indian population has access to toilets. What happens to the rest of the crap? Who knows??????????
I usually observe to three people on my way to college.
A thin frail lady .Usually draped in a torn and dirty saree,with a baby next to her .During cold winter mornings the cold really bites all three of us. The mother, the baby and me. At times I find tea in a small pot near her. She sleeps under the watch shop in collector nagar right next to dhoni’s cut out. He stands there smartly with his titan watch shining .Staring at them just like me.
Just like how kolly wood heroes are advertising the Six-pack ab. This guy exhibits the poor Indian’s 24 pack ribcage. He bathes in this tap near the thirumangalam signal not bothered about passers by. And then proceeds to wash his shirt with a rin bar.Where does he have candle light dinners with his girlfriend/wife? Where does he go after watching a night show movie????????Nobody knows nobody cares either.
Some where near the saidapet bus stand you can find two or three human bodies sleeping on the dust covered from head to toe in an old rag. They rare not bothered about the scorching eight o’clock sun. They sleep on the foot path .but where do these bodies get up and go if it starts raining suddenly at night???????????
Its hard to believe that in 2007 there were 220.1 million people living below poverty line in india.I ts only statics that remain OF THESE 220.1 MILLION FACE LESS INDIANS .
Now if you wondered what we could do to eradicate poverty let me tell you what I feel
“If I knew what I could do to help rise the standard of living in our country why would I still be sitting before my computer and try to type a post like this.?????????I would probably be busy doing my bit for the nation rite. I can’t relly think of a solution to help the colleor nagar lady or the saidapet boys. Let me put it this way.if I had a worthwhile solution I still won’t be talking about poverty right???????”

Saturday, November 15, 2008


The happiest day of my life or let me say the day I remember to have experienced this distinct feeling of happiness happened when I was about four years old. Happiness is something that most humans strive for. Happiness is elusive .The best thing about this feeling of happiness is that it doesn’t happen every day. Imagine if only good things happened to you in your life, Day after day after day. Then would happiness still be all that great. If happy things happened to you daily then you would start equating happiness with monotony and happiness loses its sheen.I was three years old. My dad was my super man then. He used to have this old scooter on which he used to take me on short rides .so I remember this particular day nothing special happened on that day. It was just our usual scooter ride. But that day somehow still remains etched to my memory. I remember myself as this little kid with a kudumi ,on my fathers scooter .I can still feel the wind on my face, still remember my dad , the scooter mirror ,the speedometer I never had any questions on my mind at that time I felt like a princess. Now I feel that I had really experienced what freedom was on that day I felt like a little birdie. Today I equate happiness to a certain level with freedom.And this other day when I was in Kerala and I stamped elephant dung or the day I saw this huge elephant on the street during an onam procession. I was the only one on the street at that time .I still remember myself running frantically across the street and hitting my neighbors calling bell screaming “aana anna” on seeing the elephant .I dint really know what it was to feel scared at that time. I dint have doubts. I was happy really really happy .At that time, I never realized that these were those small things that people grew up with. The things that really makes us truly happy.


Its time I stopped running away from myself. As one of my college friends pointed out my blogs were like the class daily. I don’t like writing about myself because I’m scared might start hating my self I don’t believe in recording the sad things that have happened to me .I m running ,running away from myself.
I don’t know why but I always kind of tend to bother more about others than I do for myself .I think it is selfish to keep thinking about oneself alone. There is more to a person’s life than his or her own self.Im scared about what I might find if I look deep into myself. That’s why I turn to the world around me. Its an colorful illusion .Some might call it insecurity. Some prefer calling it escapism. Let me call myself an insecure escapist.
I’m the worst kind of escapist I run away from myself.btw I’m not sad or depressed. This is the way I’m .I have to live with myself. Love myself with out venturing to know who I really am. Its a confused state where you don’t know who you really are but u still love yourself ‘cos if you don’t love yourself don’t you think its stupid to expect the world to love you.
I remember a friend once saying “you can’t really tell the world everything. You need to have secrets”
Ultimately the conclusion is “don’t expect me to write anything about the way I feel don’t want to feel anything .I just react, with out much feeling “.

Sunday, November 9, 2008


Pre reading activity
True or false:
1. Sonia Gandhi was a waitress b4 she started going out with Rajiv gandhi:
2. Sanjay Gandhi was circumcised:
3. Sanjay Gandhi was an illegitimate child:
4. Preethi is insane:
5. Swathi is a genius:
6. Susan and samyuktha(a.ka. naai shekar) wanted to murder me:
1. (Answers: I don’t know but that’s wat preethi said
2. I don’t know but that’s wat preethi said
3. I don’t know bt that’s wat preethi said
4. I don’t know bt that’s wat sunitha ma’am said
5. I don’t know bt that’s the entire class said
6. true
Why can’t I just mind what my friends and family describe my business? Why is that I like getting involved in other peoples business and put them into trouble. Why am I such a clown??????
Preethi had to do a presentation on the Nehru dynasty nd I told her I didn’t mind helping her. So we spent an entire day at her place discussing a whole lot of other important issues except the dynasty. And ultimately the presentation turned out to be nasty. both of us misinterpreted the topic.i motivated her to do sumthing ridiculous.I hate myself at times like this when my friends get into trouble due to my sorry preethi.u lukd cute.
Sunitha ma’am was furious.but the entire class was curious to know abou who slept wit whom nd who gave birth to whom in the Nehru was funny.ive never laughed this much lets say like since the time I was born. if I were sunitha maam this wud have been mt comment
Kalpana:clearly confused but good voice
Samyuktha: grow up and come to college after 4 years. The nursery school is on the next block. But in reference to your physical development your development of media project was good.
Preethi: extraordinary attempt and brilliant feed back should have given u the topic –karunanidhi. complan kudi
Swathi:a gift to the class.clear presentation and good voice.follow swathis example class.
Susan:peter peter fanta colour dress .kannu valikudhu
All the best ppl 4 ur mass comm. Presentation. Have fun and make me laugh

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

I hate the world

culturals-male chauvinism-mini skirts-self respect-MTC -busses-insecurity
If u wondered what connects these words read on:
I hate men
Not all men but some of them. Like the one I happened to put up with on the day of the culturals. The one who raped a twelve year old child or the ones who think women are made of plastic.
I also hate women. Not all of them but the ones who think men are stronger, the ones who don’t fight back, the women who are against women. There is just one question that rises in my mind whenever I see women in micro-mini skirt or a Brazilian bikini
What is so exciting about the female anatomy????????????
Why is it that I have to make sure that no man tries to touch me or misbehave with me in a crowded MTC bus???????
Why do I get offended when, some heartless insensitive indecent- jerk says vulgar things about women to win a competition??????
Why do I get angry when my parents say “journalism is only for men”?
Maybe because I’m a woman with traces of self respect .Maybe because I respect my own body and cant stand myself being some bastard’s sex toy in a crowded bus. Maybe because I think that treating another member of the opposite sex with a little dignity is more important than a stupid competition. Maybe because I think that women are stronger than men but they don’t fight back and don’t want their voices to be heard because they are scared of defeat.
It hurts .
I wish sanjay Gandhi was alive now to impose forced sterilization on men these who abuse women and treat them badly.At times I want to run at times I want to fight back. Most of the times it is disgusting and other times I feel vulnerable. Every women has a mind ,a heart and a body. No woman in her proper mind would like to give her heart away to a man who is only interested in her body. It makes her feel insecure.
I don’t like the way the world treats women. And most people think it is crazy trying to change the world.

Friday, October 17, 2008

ha ha ha

RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
RULE #2 Tag 6 (im tagging 2) people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people.
1. If your lover betrayed you, what’ll be your reaction?
I will still love him.But decide to get away from him as soon as possible(common sense )
2. If you can have a dream come true, what would it be?
Me living away from all the people I kno in a small cottage with a small garden
3. Whose butt would you like to kick?
Preethi(xxxxxl pa)
4. Why do you blog?
At times to justify myself. Sometimes just because im bored .some times to tell the world that I have something to say
5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
Never .she is a girl.ha ha ha……………..
6. Which is more blessed: Loving someone or being loved by someone
Definitely loving someone( u cant always expect to be loved but loving someone is permanent ) long do you intend to wait for someone you love?
An entire life time(if that someone is worth it, and if I’m still madly in love)
8. If the person you secretly like is attached, what will you do?
I don’t kno.
9. If you could root for one social cause what would it be?
Child abuse(yuck)
10. What takes you down the fastest?
11. What resurrects you the fastest?
12. What’s your strength?
Being really strong when others around me are weakened
13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
Straight forward and trust worthy plus patient
14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
I’d prefer being single and poor
15. Whats the purpose of such Tags?
Don’t really know
16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who will you pick?
That’s plain lust so I’d choose the best looking one(obviously!!!!!!!!!)
17. Would you give all in a relationship?
Depends on what the relationship gives me
18. Would you forgive and forget someone no matter how horrible a thing he has done?
I wont forgive but I might forget
19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
I prefer being in a single relationship at a time
20. Tag 2 people
please pa anyone who is intrested can tag urselves

Friday, September 26, 2008

Copy Cat

This is a pre reading activity that I would like all my blog readers to try before trying to comprehend what am trying to say
1. Which of the following means of torture would you prefer to kill a college student like me?

1.Make kalpana (the dreamy girl ,a.k.a ass)sit next to me for an entire day
2.lock me up in the library for 100 days with unlimited meals twice a day along with bisleri water but without my friends and my cell phone
3.give me thirty six pages of electronic notes the day before the assessment and expect me to learn

Today was the day that used to haunt me in my dreams. Today was the day I understood that electricity could kill people. Today was horrible.
It all started a week ago when I went out along with my parents , not preparing for my development of media assessment. The next day I copied .Plus I also told five of my friends an answer I thought was right but which ultimately turned out to be wrong. Since they are my friends they stopped with a “this time we will leave you but the next time you try to open your stupid mouth during an assessment we will kill you” warning.

Preethi started singing her very own “am going to flunk the test” ballad. Then she decided that she would make up for the lost marks and reputation in the electronics test. She started her ”I want to top the class in electronics “campaign. She conspired with the international padips choo-choo jam(susan) and started making plans .For the entire week this is how they spoke
I love electronics
Joseph sir rocks”
I want to go home and learn electronics because the anti-student format in which the notes are prepared helps me fall asleep even before six in the evening”
“Do you know that doping like shopping could be fun”

I want more notes so that I can spend all my pocket money in the Xerox shop and gain more knowledge about the working of a potentiometer which is priceless
A few lines from preethis poem dedicated to all electronics lovers:
Knowledge is power,
In annanagar there is a tower.”

There is no specific reason why I hate the subject but I have always hated it. Now I started to feel this invisible electronic wall between MY FRIENDS AND ME. They loved the subject .Worshiped it .I was all alone.
O.k. I dint learn for the assessment and sir hinted out in class that I should not keep looking at preethis paper(“shame shame puppy shame”) during the test .Assessment was finally over and my frds are back TO NORMAL.
Now I’m trying my level best to understand what a diode is. It’s not because I want to top the class but because I don’t want to experience that lonely helpless feeling again. Btw “susan are you local ?”

Thursday, September 11, 2008

No reasons to be sad

Today morning I learnt how not to start a Thursday. I hate Thursdays. We have Joseph sir’s class in the first hour (I can’t blame sir , electronics never seemed interesting to me ,never ever).Then it also reminds me of two hours lab on Friday ,Thursday itself ( I hate comp. fun).There are more reasons why I hated today.
Firstly the conductor in the bus scolded me for not giving him exact change .I wanted to throw him out of the bus .But what’s the use in throwing a 120 kilo mountain out of a running bus and harm the public on the road. Then I indulged in some people- watching and started communicating interpersonally.
What exactly do all these people who get up at 5 in the morning and board various busses want in their lives? What makes people go to colleges, offices, schools, jails??????????
Is it money?
Is it fame?
Is it that sense of accomplishment they get by going to the same place every day and doing the same things?
That’s when my newly founded knowledge in mass communication came in handy. Based on the “uncertainty reduction theory” humans strive hard so that they have a routine. They get food on time they get clothes when they need it and people to support them. N o one wants to take risks when it comes to their basic needs .All of us work so hard (depends on the kind of work you do) so that these needs are fulfilled.

Time tables, attendance, working hours, salary, lunch breaks all these things are what most people want to keep them going. That is the basis of the human civilization that we see today. Even holidays and breaks are so structured. But does this theory define happiness. What is happiness????
We spend all our lives listening to the word ,get jealous when others say they experience it, read about it, think about it, what is happiness ,I decided to investigate?
Money is not happiness
It is security and power
Fame is not happiness
It is more of a responsibility instead
Love, family ect. Is also not happiness
They are just relationships
God or religion is also not happiness according to me,

(Ok I’m not trying to sound like a loser here, I’m investigating)
Routines don’t make us happy. They make us work .Dreams make us happy. The belief that when our dreams come true we might become happy itself makes us happy. The promise of a better tomorrow is what makes our today precious. All of us rely in this feeling .I call it the “tomorrow never comes” theory.
In my language it is like this
“I don’t have any reasons to be sad but am I really happy?????”
Thus I happily wasted a useless Thursday MORNING DREAMING

Sunday, September 7, 2008

happy birhtday ZOYA ZOYA

this blog is to wish my very own friendly alien who studies in my class and sits next to me in college" !!!!!!!!!!!!!!@@@##%%&&(()))"
It means HAPPY BIRTHDAY and wish you a gr8 day and a fantastic year in aliens lang.
the peters gang

Friday, September 5, 2008

What money cant buy

Once upon a time in a beautiful fairytale land called Anna university(it has butterflies ,fountains, monkeys and many old buildings its my mini version of a fairytale land) lived five beautiful princesses (me and my frds ok).These princesses even though they were princesses had jobs to do like taking an interview, doing a comp. assignment ect. .
One day the empress of English department was very angry with the princesses because they dint submit their interviews on time. But the empress was a kind soul so she gave the princesses a day’s grace time. So su-su-susan , the most industrious among the princesses decided to do something. She tried evey software possible, opend evey dialog box in movie maker and mailed the interview to at lest 50 other more informed people than us. But nothing seemed to work out.
This is a fairy tale so we do have a fairy god mother, fairy god father in our case. So I would like to introduce Adithya our gang’s official fairy god father who came all the way to college to help us out. And finally we got most of our interviews done.
(Wait this blog is not about a college kid trying miserably to write a fairy tale its about friendship and food and money so let me come to the story.)
On Friday none of us had taken lunch and we had to stay in college till 2 and all of us were mega hungry. So we decided to invade the canteen while our fairy godfather was busy toiling away with his laptop(4 our interview). WE are princesses not super humans ok we need energy to go to balls, wear glass slippers ,sit on top of towers and not get branded ”anorexic”. Thus we finished our first round of “canteening”(it’s a new word which means waiting in a long q in a old canteen to get food ) we went back class. we understood that certain files had to be edited from princess Susan’s comp so we decided leave home.
On our way back home princess preethi had an amazing idea. She wanted to enjoy another session of uninterrupted canteening. So we headed back to canteen instead of the bustand. I dint have enough gold coins in my treasury so I decided to borrow some gold coins from princess preethi after canteening to get back home. unfortunately princess preethi and princess susan were also of the same opinon .(ok the situation was like this none of us had money but we thought that others in the gang had and we could borrow).thus we finished our second round of canteening for the day and realized(poor princess Susan who is calorie conscious wont have anything even boiled water from the canteen).Finallly after canteening preethi realized that she had just 5 coins left I stood second with a balance of 7 coins and five 25 paise coins but the winner clearly was susan with a balance of 13 usual we got in to trouble and dint know what to do(that’s because we r in trouble and if we were that sensible we wouldn’t have gotten into shit in the first place so don’t expect any one in our gang to come up with a good idea or something)
We did the obvious. here I woluld like to introduce our second fairy god mother in my story shriya our senior. She was busy canteening we walked upto her with a nice smile (that’s b’cos we were going to ask 4 help)and askd her for money .We borrowed 20 gold coins 4 the gang and headed straight to the bus stand.
In the bus stand unfortunately I got into a deluxe .So we spent our borrowed gold coins and reached home without a single rupee.
The reason im typing such a huge and seemingly boring blog on a Friday night instead of watching t.v is just to tell “Today I understood that money can’t buy you happiness but it can buy you a so many other thing like bus tickets and melon juice.”
And when we r with friends it doesn’t matter what we end up doing until we have fun. L et me put it this way
“When friends are around even extremely complicated situations like running out of money can be fun”
An extremely absent minded college student

Sunday, August 31, 2008


Today is my father's birthday.My father did not invent a new element,win the booker prize,save people from a burning train or been to jail.My dad is just like me casual,funny and normal , like most of us.
Till first or second standard i used to think that my dad was the one who gave birth to me.Later on with help from other enlightened minds at school i understud that fathers' dont give birth to babies.Dad is in the sales job ,marketing ,sales ,monthly meetings and stuff like that he is busy most of the time.My dad got married when he was 24(very young).My mom is hindu and dad belonged to a super orthodox christinan fly.Ive never once seen my dad impose his relogion or beliefs on mom or me.Dad's never had enough time to spend with us he was not working on a nine to five government job.Even weekend offs are scarce in his job.
I got my first cycle when i was in first standard .It was dad's gift when i stood first in my class.I learnt to follow my dreams from my dads example.My dad never tells anyone to do anything.when i was a kid dad used to go on officcial trips frequently.I always used to wait for him to come home and show him some stupid picture i drew or tell him how i fought with my friends i used to hav a lot of things to tell.And always dad used to bring some gift or another for me.
My dad never told me to work hard,he never told me to set any kind of future goal and work towards it or sum similar crap.But he showed me from his own life that there is no substitute for hard work .my dad din't have any fancy degree or rich parents(his grandparents were rich though).He was a simple man who started his life with an old scooter ,a B.A sociology degree,a young wife and big dreams.Dad told me that the only person i can depend on in this whole wide world is "me".Today dad holds a good position in a company with a fat salary
but he still is simple.
Today on his birth day i dint get him any gift(wats the use in getting him sumthing frm the pocket money he gives me).For the first time i understud that dad was growing old .this birthday was not about cakes and greeting cards.Im not feeling sad.Im happy.Happy because im growing up.Happy because slowly i will have to take his place in the family.Happy because one fine day ill grow up to earn enuf money to get my dad a nice gif and pay billst.Happy because i have dreams that are going to come true.Happy because i can share my dads responsiblities .happy because i kno my dad has raised me as a strong independent woman .Happy because i think i can make him proud.
Dad i dont know if u will have enuf time to read my blog but if u read it this is wat i want to tell you:
"dad i love you .You are the strongest person ive ever seen.You are the best dad in the entire world(this is what most kids say ,and most of them mean it).thanks dad for all the valuable lessons you hav taught me"
By ,
Swathi Leoni Paul