Copy cat

Copy cat

I'm really wicked!!!.I'm usually laid back but,if someone tries to mess around with ma brains,they will end up in a plate.Last day in Orkut,i got this friend request from one of ma junior from school.He seemed all nice, introduced himself and added a note"Do add me".I always cross check on credentials.Mutual friends or at least the same communities(college and school) decide whether the request goes into ma friend list or the dump bin.As i linked on to his site i was in for a big shock.That guy copied ma profile.GRR...i worked so hard to find those rhyming words to describe about myself, ma identity and this guy without any efforts or not even changing the gender copied ma profile.He whisked away the whole thing with few changes here and there and pasted it out.Does he have an identity?MR.Identity thief.Its up to him to write about himself !!!.Okay i controlled ma nerves and scrapped him telling him how inappropriate it was.I even told him i would have sued him if i had the copy rights(I really meant it guys).In rage i deleted his request and 3 days later the request resurfaces with a note"Sorry".I do forgive people after all, mistakes are human.I went back to his profile what i saw brought out the demon inside me.He had made no attempts to change what he has done.The same "ABOUT ME" stays.A sorry won't replace or even remotely change the actions of which one is responsible of.It reminds me of ma buddy Swaran in school.I was strangely surprised on seeing his chat window one day.

"I thank ma friends for not being a part of ma life but, for making me a part of theirs."

- Ma friend Opal

He acknowledged me for ma statement that i myself had put on ma chat window few days before.This is what gentlemen do.They don't take credits for the things they haven't done.They acknowledge creative people.So next time you whisk away something fro the net.Don't mess around with wrong people!!!!

The semester that was

There are no complaints,no hectic pace,no waking up in the morning hearing ma mom scream, no rushing towards the bus stop, no last minute pleading to dad to drop me to college.This is heaven,which i call STUDY HOLIDAYS.There is lots of popcorn,lots of channels to surf,lots of books to read( not the BIG engineering books),lots of stuff to do and the good thing "Iv time for all these luxuries".Constant reminders from parents that i ought to study ,vaporises fast into thin air as i see the calender 30,31,1,2......12....lot of time i assure myself.The books on ma table seems like a big baggage which, if i get a chance would like to throw it out somewhere.This semester i worked real hard,burning midnight oil,trying to score what i believed was beyond ma dreams.This was the best semester ever not in personal terms but, academically the best.Some great subjects, great professors,great classes,good notes and ya the pride that i take in saying"HAVEN'T SLEPT DURING ANY OF THE LECTURES THIS SEM".Great feat by the way!!!

On the personal front it wasn't the best of times.I struggled to keep up ma relations,some lost for ever.I missed out on the tour, missed on the very word"FUN".Why the hell it took me long 3 and a half years to postmortem the human side of people around?.The twists and turns in the story, attempts to reach the social ladder, consumed by ego,neglect and goes the dark list. It took me so long to understand "WHO'S WHO".I'm glad at least iv a single person whom i can ring in the middle of the night and say"Its lonely huh?".I was totally wrong about her,and when i crossed over to her side i realised that with a heavy heart.We talk about it at time to pierce away those awkward moments.The time we lost in getting to know each other owing to mental differences.Its all sorted and we find solace in each others words.We have just one more semester before College life gets officially over .Time to mend or Time to be what we are.Its up to me to decide what i want.

Adventure

It all began 2 days before.A 3:oo pm,i was handed over the mark list of 6th semester University exam.Happy with ma marks,i jolted down the stairs.That's when Rahul stopped me"writing improvement?"."Well,iv got more than what i deserve so should i?" i asked.I usually don't like the idea of writing the previous semester paper all over again. "Da give me some company"he begged.He tricked me into writing Control System Theory(That's the way i put it).Improvement form was ready with me ,the only thing i didn't fill up was the subject ,as i wasn't sure so as whether i should write or not.Me and ma best buddy Smi were supposed to write the same exam but, she scored a 70+ and if she ever dares to open her mouth on improvement she will be dead meat (According to ma classmates).

With the filled form we went to the college office that's when we got to know another thing.The last date for form submission was on 18th and guess what ???we got our mark list on 23rd(so typical of our university).So, four( Rahul, me,Sher, Anu) of us decided to take a ride to university which is in the next district.I wasn't sure about the whole thing but, Rahul again tricked me into coming with him.It was decided that the guys will get in from the first stop and me from mine."Just tell the bus name okie" i reminded him.

I get up(all by ma self),get ready and walk to the stop, that's when i noticed i had just 1 rupee as balance in ma mob.Sher called me and said"the bus name is Priyadarsini .Its a white limited stop bus".As i waited in the stop i messaged Rahul"where has the bus reached?"."2 stops before yours" he messaged back.The bus comes to a screeching halt at ma stop ,a white LS bus named Priyadarsini. I got in and turned back ma mates were not in sight."I got in to the bus" i messaged by then the bus was in motion."What???? the bus hasn't reached your stop" Rahul messaged back.Okay!!! i don't need extra intelligence to understand that i got into the WRONG bus.That's when i heard a passenger say that another bus named Priyadarsini was right behind the one i was travelling in ,both had same destination and the same COLOUR!!!!. The thing is, the bus ma mates were travelling in takes a longer route while mine reaches the destination way early.Time to think....the place that we were heading to was 2 hour away.But,thankfully for me it was en route to ma mom's place. I knew the place like the back of ma palm(not exactly!!!).I got down at the mid stop and waited for the other Priyadarsini to arrive. I stood in the bus stop for almost about 40 minutes before i was relieved to see ma mates waving at me.Finally!!!!! after 30 minutes we reached the university.Ma uncle rang me up yesterday and as i narrated the incident he added on"They have nearly 15 buses plying on the same route named Priyadarsini".Great!!!!.

As i got into the bus i told Shery" Thank goodness its not Kozhikode or Kannur, if it was i would have killed you guys".What remains to be seen is whether the journey was worth it.With 65 marks already in ma kitty i don't think i have any hope of improvement.So the whole trip wasn't a journey at all but, it was an adventure

Speechless!!!

I'm speechless!!!!.Ma parents are taking time to sink into this new feeling of the house being so quite.Its not the first time I'm going speechless but, this time the worst case scenario have been extended for few days.Impossible task for a person like me to shut up, sit there and listen to people.I'm known in the whole college for ma "SOUND" not that i have sweet singing voice.I have low frequency, high bass,loud voice.The voice which has the credit for most announcements made.Even during the worst decibel noise interferences too, i can manage to pull peoples attention towards ME!!!!.Iv been down with fever and as i by product iv been suffering from tonsillitis too.With ma sound gone, ma friends are having merry time telling me all the things piled up in their hearts for years.How cruel!!!.Some even take pleasure in making me speak,with only blast of air out of ma nose and mouth i sound worse than Himesh Reshamiyya.I'm really missing ma voice,it was a part of ma identity.The very factor X that distinguished me from the rest, now that its under repair i feel nothing more than a sack of useless paper(I'm not that desperate).Times i feel the whole situation is blessing in disguise.I'm supposed to attend the viva for ma labs and after seeing ma sad state, ma professor said"its okie,you can attend viva later".Also,i get an exception from many things.But, for all those who took revenge on me!!!!.

"I will be back with vengeance guys".

Messed up...

"Whenever you lie or cheat the person who loves you,don't think they are idiots to believe you.They hide their feelings cause they don't like to disappoint you"-Appu,19.10.98,11:25A.m

This was from the least expecting quarters,from a friend..not just a friend but, ma best friend for the past 8 years.As i scanned through the message,i felt"Isn't it what he is doing to himself? to me and to the people around him?".I know i sound so random but,i need to pour in ma feelings somewhere.First of all i blame ma self for the whole mess,being a common friend i should have known..instead i watered and nurtured the dreams within him.I should have scolded him in the first place.Being so close,i feel stupid to admit i couldn't help him.At some point of time as i felt that the whole thing was spinning out,i intervened...but, it was too late.He wasn't ready for harsh realities.He was sedated under his dream.I tried desperately to cut down the over grown tree,but it had it roots deep down.Last time we met, he promised me he will forget his past after all i was the right one and he had to listen to me.He pretended ,he lied and the worst part,i couldn't realise the depth.We always had our disagreement but,this time i know he can't help it neither can i.Its all bound to happen.I don't want him hurt for I'm still his mentor,i don't want him to loose out on life for a dream that never was his.I don't want the world to laugh at him for he is hell bound on his dream.I will do whatever i can, even if it means breaking some hearts For,

"I LOVE YOU BIG BRO"

Highlighting a Fuzzy life.....

Nothing specific to write.Right now, am suffering from brain damage due to excessive thinking.All the brain cells have gone on a strike and are refusing to work properly.Day before if it was mnemonics and hex codes that were eating away ma ability to think straight, today it was the high voltage and current.Funny thing is yesterday while paying cash, i ended up converting the amount to Hex.Would have shocked the hell out of the shopkeeper if i would have said "FF".
I'm yet to chart out ma life for the study leaves.Have to include everything in 20 days schedule except for studies(Don't think that will happen until the last week).Mom has been urging me to study for the CAT exam and even dad threatened of boycott if i don't prepare.Am i a CAT material?hmmm.....Whatever I'm gonna give it a miss this time.Why spoil the chance of a real CAT material?..lol!!!!.The thing in ma head for now is ma cosy bed and some nice warm milk.I surely do deserve a break after the lab torture.So bid me Good night, while i slip away into the land of fairies and big shopping malls.

A Tragic Story of "How i lost ma tag to a Dog"

Dady's lil girl is getting naughtier by each passing day.She refuses to be obedient ,walking away without bothering to listen when asked to sit,munches on her favorite shoes and even carries forward the dosa gobbling tradition.Today as me and mom were having a chat i casually hugged her to show ma love,that's when i realised two angry eyes prowling on me,those eyaes belong to none other than ma brown Lab bitch:Mikku.She gave her ear splitting bark just to make me realise that ma mom ain't my property alone(don't bother about the BITS maniac brother,he doesn't exist in this scene).Common have i even lost out the right to hug ma parents and that too to a doggy??.She is way possessive and hates mom's and dad's interaction with any other creature other than her.

Her yet another time pass...picking up the plastic mess around ,straight to the processing unit in her stomach,what follows in days is dad's frantic calls to the vet( when was the last time dad took me to hospital?).
Last day dad was heard shouting in the kitchen" why didn't mollu( translates to something nice
) have her food? she looks so tired." Mom was surprised for that evening it was the second time i was raiding kitchen."She already had and she is full" mom said.Dad got furious"you let her stay hungry and why you making up excuses?".I was listening to the conversation from ma room(taking a nap after ma raid)."Dad i had, nevaz thanks for being so concerned" i breezed in ."Who was speaking of you anyways?.I was speaking about ma Mikku".Huh????. "Okay now the Dog has the priority in this house?"It was ma time to get angry.
Two days i went on hunger strike(People i had food from outside-silent confession).Who cares ?? not even ma doggy Mikku.Finally i gave up and iv decided to live in with the silent realisation:DOG IS MAN'S BEST FRIEND.

Im so not CARELESS

Have joined the ranks of bro's elite gang.Gang of careless creatures.Extremely pissed of with ma attitude.Why can't i practice what i preach?.As i was all set to go to college to write yet another exam,something struck me.Have i made a mistake in 4 marks section question.They say never to read the horoscope of a dead child, for there is no use.Well things like that doesn't get into ma brain.The thing is, i was calculating something that was over 2 days before.I hate it,when i start thinking of past,something surely does go wrong. This time,it was the answer,it was WRONG!!!.I was hung last day at the fact that i did loose 5 marks for ma stupidness.Yet, again..how careless can i get?.The question was to calculate the resistance,way down par the standards of a final year student.I sat in the hall thinking"Just the resistance??.Is it a trick question?".When your brain starts thinking in a complicated way,you miss out on the basic stuff.I did just that and the question was given just for that.I did convert the length ,width and thickness to meters but,didn't give much attention to the resistivity,given in cm.Finally i ended up getting an answer 100 times greater than the original.For, two good days i didn't pay attention to ma stupidness and on the bright morning of ma II exam all of it come back.Grrr...is this the same me who goes on scolding the little one for not reading the question properly?.I should have kept ma eyes wide open.Or rather ma BRAIN!!!!

Sleepless!!!!

(Another hobby in the middle of the night:Paper flowers).Think all that extra dose of VLSI did damage ma brain.

Official time check:1:21a.m.

Guess ma sleeping genes have become retarded.When God created woman ,she was blessed with an irrigation system which by itself can solve the water crisis of the nation:TEARS.The whole crying process is set into motion for the silliest of things.People like me even make up issues to shed some tears.Today's melodrama:I need someone to chat to in the middle of the night and guess what, everyone is sleeping(Big surprise).I don't know how to put in but,after days tiring work at college i sit in late to type away ma woes.The deafening silence and still darkness are the only ones up at 1a.m to hear out.Can be quite frustrating as you can guess ,iv blogger in ma company,now sharing ma woes with the world.But, who cares?.Everyone have their own issues to tackle,life to live on.To have the patience to read this post ,guess no one will be kind enough to look me into ma eyes and tell"Don't worry,everything will be fine".This night will pass.There will be nights like this,nights without any meaning,nights when addiction to "process dynamics and control "text books wont help nor the coffee.For now ma bed is looking at me and giving that devilish grin,its failure to overpower and in return i give her an attitude smile,the satisfaction of not going down with droopy eyes.Don't elude me every night.I had enough of an adventure already

Time check:1:50 a.m

A room full of TEddIeS

Favorite pass time at the moment,u won't believe it and that too from a 20 year old:hugging ma teddies.Iv developed a fetish for hairy creatures for the past few month and all thanks to ma dad who makes it a point to gift me one every month,there isn't no easy let go.Iv this cute collection of soft toys.Last day as ma uncle was commenting on how neat ma room was ,ma brother put in:"Though not neat, ma room likes like a 16 years bed room not like a 2 year's".That was intended for me ....whoo...For me everything in life is pretty as it seems especially those teddies whom i hug tight whenever I'm sad.Actually , i even talk to them at times.I don't wanna get over with this child within me whose face shines with delight on the sight of the pretty creature.

PN:Those teddies even serve a future purpose.Me and ma future hubby won't have to spend cash on buying teddies for our kids.Lol!!!

Brotherish

Ma bro and me rarely go out together.With a different view about things around us,its better for the people around if, we take different paths.He can be pretty over-brotherish at times,trying to be overprotective.Constant reminders of the fact that I'm 4 years elder to him doesn't get into his head and we end up fighting mid road.Yesterday i promised him a treat,just like that.Whole morning he kept on nagging me for the treat,the authorities stepped in on his support."you promised him, you ought to keep your word".With the matter reaching mom's and dad's court i had no way to escape,i was stuck in the company of over spoken,confused teenager.We had a small walk to the coffee shop,upon reaching there we ordered the same ice cream and peacefully we were back home in 2 hours.I don't know what got into me but, i was quite relaxed every time ma brother asked me to step aside when vehicles came ma way,i was at ease whenever he asked me to switch positions when strangers came on to ma side.I was completely peaceful when he scolded me for walking slow.To a max 4 years,the time when ma brother would be able to boss me around,scold me,shout at me on top of his voice.Once I'm married he will have no authority over ma life,he will be a mere stranger,a call or an occasional visit may be the only links that will be connecting us.We will be building our own nests,weaving our own dreams and all the good and bad times will be just memories,something to laugh about.Well, for now I'm done with promises .