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That jerk Moses. He just wouldn't give up, would he? He was back again to woo my Delilah...
I saw him scan through the many DVDs and then bump "accidentally" into her.
Sweet as she was, she just smiled and spoke to him about the new DVDs.
It felt like they went on and on for ages. Aaargh!
I couldn't stand him look at her like that. "Oi, take what you want and leave!" I barked.
After forever, he left. I turned gently to Delilah: "You can wrap up, Del. We're done for the day."
Aah! Finally, I could have my precious all to myself...
Just then, I heard the truck that brings me new DVDs pull up outside. DAMN IT. Whatever happened to privacy?
I hurried through the procedures; setting my hair, I walked back.
No Moses. I could finally profess my love to Delilah... My joy knew no bounds.
But all that I saw there, was a dejected Moses holding his copy of 2012.

Across the street I saw Delilah kissing someone in a flashy red convertible, as it screeched away.

Group 3: Nilima, Rithika, Supritha, Vedika Toshniwal, Vedika Agarwal, Sujala and Apeksha.

What would you do?

Staying home in the holidays, doing nothing instead of enjoying, did that really satisfy me? No, i guess not. College starts and I'm all hyped up about making a brand new start, satisfied with the amount of work i now have to do. Ha. Me and 'workaholic'? I should have known better. Grandparents are down from Mumbai and I made no time to spend with them. It's hard to deal with change, is it not? When you're so used to being unanswerable, and all of a sudden all your deeds are questioned, won't that make you feel caged?

In a mindset such as this, when an opportunity rises in front of you to take a break, what would you do? When you just can't take any more, when your mind won't see reason, what would you do?

A Teenage obsession.

From across the counter, I saw good ol’ Moses- surfing through the DVDs, bump into frail looking Delilah. He looked like he recognized her; seemed like he’d seen her before. This was the first time I saw a man look at Delilah that way. He looked at her with so much admiration. It was almost like he was in love with her. He longed for her, as she walked away. It was very strange he dint ask her for an autograph. He suddenly looked at the DVD he had subconsciously picked up. Her face again, He was shocked and nearly breathless. I saw him snap out of the trance and walk towards her. Realization dawned on his face.

Stamped across the DVD was Delilah’s beautiful chest, “XXX” written on it.


-Gayathri, Mayuri, Shalini, Sandya, Tulika, Nikita and Amitha.

Rent a DVD?

As I sat at the counter, sipping my coffee, Delilah sat beside me lazily drinking her milk. The door opened with a tinkle of the bell and in walked my old friend Moses and made a beeline for the 'Action' section. Delilah, interested in some new movement, jumped off the counter and followed him, swaying her hips. She peered over the corner of one of the shelves to get a better look. He caught her looking at him, her eyes wide open and alert and mouth curved in a natural pout. He looked at her peculiarly. When she lifted her head, her beautiful gray eyes glinted in the light. He admired the curves of her body, her shapely limbs, it all stood out.

For a moment Moses hesitated. Then he gently picked her up and carried her to the counter. Placing her slowly on the counter, he nuzzled his face in hers, stroked her chin and said to me, "This is a pretty cat. Where did you get her?"

- Apoorva, Lavanya, Madhavi, Prerana, Samanvita, Sharon, Suvratha.
Leanne(we missed you! :( )

khee khee khee!

a few days ago Krook (kruthika) and i saw something weird, our auto had stopped at a signal outside Vidhana Soudha when a bike pulls up next to us, the guy on the bike had an orange badminton racquet stuffed down the back of his shirt! a racquet stuffed down his shirt!
we sneakily took a picture too :P
krook put it up :)
so write down some of the weird things you've seen around this awesome country where stange sights are are pretty common :)

Important dates!

Hey guys! Here are the dates and the timings of our guest lectures

November

Saturday 21 -from 9 - 12:30

Friday 27- from 1:30- 4

December

Friday 11- from 1:30- 4

Saturday 12- from 9- 12:30

January

Friday 8- from 1:30- 4

Saturday 9- from 9- 12:30

Friday 15- from 1:30 - 4

Saturday 16- from 9- 12:30

holidays,holidays and nothing to do!!

they are finally here. the long awaited holidays!! i was so excited at first when we were done with our exams, and now what?? its just been four to five days and im already bored..
i cant believe im actually saying this but i miss college!! i miss us being together, bunking classes for absolutely no reason at all!! begging lecturers for a free hour and what not!!
well i know college would be starting in almost two weeks time and once classes start i cant wait for holidays to begin again!!
i guess that's just how life is.....

The following Posts are Vedika Toshniwal's ....enjoy!

RACISM/DISCRIMINATION
One is born into this world as who they are and not by choice but because they are. Is it really fair to discriminate against a black man for being black? Firstly he didn't chose so and secondly he or she is just another person like everyone else. The colour of his skin does not determine who he is. We are all born not choosing where we want to be or who we want to be, so who we are or where we come from should not really affect the world or on the other hand affect us.

LIVE IN RELATIONSHIPS
This is a topic that I have always wanted to discuss openly and see what others have to say about it. It's a more modern concept and I really think that every person must live in with the person they are planning to spend their entire lives with. It gives both of them a much clearer picture of each other and hence a better outcome of their lives. This concept may not be accepted by the older generations as this to them may seem inappropriate. Just this evening I spoke to send my mother about it and she was open to the idea as she also feels that it is very important to know the person one is going to have a life long commitment with. Where as if I asked my grandmother she would probably think that I am joking at first and then say no. I am completely in for live in relationships.

Say 1 nice thing.

Mention one quality that you like in each person in class. It's always nice to hear people say good things about you. I hope every student in class comments.


Amita: i find you the cutest and the sweetest girl in class...
Rithika: you're funny... (which is a gd thig coz im depressed all the time.. :))
Nikitha: you manage to put a smile on everyone's face all the time :P
Shalini: I really like your name :D
Ananya: you're a dog lover, thats only one of the so many things i like about u...
Leann: I love your curls! i also like your voice...
Kruthika: I think you're one of the best writers in class
Samanvita: you're good at french... :)
Tulika: The picasso of the class..
Asmita: you're fun to work with..
Anshika: you're very friendly....
Naquia: very lively... (i can't c u looking dull...)
Vedika a: you're so polite..
Gayatri: i like your presence of mind..
Netra: you're someone ppl can count on... anyday... anytime..
Madhavi: one of the most helpul... (i will always be grateful)
Apeksha: you're so hardworking...
Vedika t: you're so tall...! (I've always wanted to be tall..)
Sharon: you only have good thigs to say about everyone... you're an angel....
Prerana: You're never afraid to express your opinion... which takes a lot of courage.. (And im a chicken)
Srujala: you're yet another person ppl can count on...
Sneha: witty... you come up with such amazing stuff....
Mimi: You're so patient..!
Mayuri: you're very friendly...
Apoorva : You're so soft spoken...
Sandhya: you're so cuuuttteeeee.... :)
Neelima:  you're a very energetic person..
Supritha: the michaelangelo of the class... that makes it 2 great artists...
Renita: you're pretty...
Faiza: i liek your smile..
Suvratha: you can talk and talk and talk... :P
Nisha: i really like your accent and you have a dazzling smile...

When they call upon you...

Here's a little something that I did write, and thought would make absolute sense, at least for people like me. A little motivation to LEAD your life, and not let it lead you, can go a long way, possibly. :)

When opportunity knocks at your door,
make sure it finds you
ready, strong and determined,
To find, struggle and win.

When disappointment calls upon you,
Let it not be a stranger
because it's the best disguise
a blessing can change into.

When failure storms at you,
welcome them with contentment of completion
give them a consoling word
and an encouraging smile, if you can.

And let me remind you of sorrow!!
A frequent visitor as long as you live
but it's visit grow rear and short
as you learn to share and give.

When grudge and revenge give you a glance,
and want to rest in you, a while
tell them there's no room at all
for thieves of happiness and smile.

Of them all, the best is love,
the best visitor you ever can get
treat this kind young heart
with due, sincere respect!


-Sneha

college

wen i was in skool i heard wonderful things abt college.it was a cake walk,u cud go to class as n wen u plz,no one will bother u,u bunk weneva u want u'll neva be short of attendace etc etc
so i wen i strtd college xcpctin these things i was in for a wake up call!!
actually college is nothin bt this:
bunk(sure sure anytym) = i dont have enuf attendance in adde :(
truck loads of assignments,projects,reports.
psycho records



thank u
(i dono wat else to say :)

compelled blogger

i'm a compelled blogger..coz m forcing myself to post something.i dono wat to post..i wanna crawl into my bed ,sleep n nt get up till tuesday morning.bt tht is nt possible coz we've been given countless number of assignements to finish and a BIG business report.god save me...

what we did in general english

we walked into class and sat in the second last bench.the teacher was late
the pyec's as usual occupied the last few benches.me n sue eat hide n seek biscuits while we blabbered on and watched wat everyone else was doin.
the teacher came in late n said sumthing wch wasnt audible n she addressed the first few benches and after sum tym obligingly walk to stand next to leanne,shalini,ritikan ananya who had a debate wit her abt "understanding the visual arguments" or sumthing like tht,she retaliated wit sum lame statements and after sum tym she pointedly (and abruptly) turned and walked away to talk to the studious n obedient pyes students.
meanwhile sneha n sujala were talking n doodling.mimi looked bored n sleepy,took videos of the class
sue offered amitha sum hide n seek biscuits n conviced her tht it was poisoned n she wont die.amitha took one reluctantly.
gayathi was giving madhavi a neck massage.sandhya,apporva netra were drawing different hairstyles.vedika entered looking confused...while sue imitated amitha speaking to sneha
aggie was drawing pink stars in her book(as usual) and niki was writing sumthing n looked nerdy :P sharon sat in the first bench (omg)..

so this is wat we do in class.

Furfink - BY VEDIKA AGARWAL

I feel that it is my duty to inform you all about my future plans. Nikita and me have decided to start a volvo service. It is going to be called FURFINK. fur=furflee (Purple- inside joke) ;Fink=pink. The bus is obviously going to be purple and pink. The role of the driver is going to be alternated by us. Limited people will be allowed to access the bus services. So be good to us ;-)
Tell me about your bizzare future plans ?

Vedika Agarwals post

As you all know i LOVE pink.Something really weird happened that day. I was asked to speak about PINK for my speaking skills.A piece of cake , you would think. I literally eat,sleep n drink pink.It was my moment of truth, i was there, standing.I looked up and burst into giggles. I not only couldn't stand straight but ran out of words to speak about PINK.

A woman, a Muslim

I stood behind the blinds of the stage. I tried counting the number of people who had come to see me, to hear me. I had come a long way...

I am a Muslim. Which is a religious minority in India. I was from a wealthy family.
Women in my family were reared as objects of reproduction. As long as a woman could cook and bear children they had fulfilled their obligations of being a woman.

As I turned 17, I learnt that women are not just childbearing machines. They too were human beings. I read stories of these “independent women” and I wanted to be more like them. This suddenly made me realize the bitter truth, that I was only raised to get married. In order to bring these so called “supreme beings” known as MEN into this world. I felt the pain, which betrayal brings. The pain was so intense that I ceased to feel any part of my body... until the red droplets on the floor brought me back to consciousness. My eyes started to focus on the blood flowing from my wrist, making me drop the blade that had found its way into my hand. I began to clean the crime scene I had created. I knew that it was not my time to die. I needed to fight for my independence.

I had to become empowered.

As time went by, I grew afraid to stand up for what I believed in. I feared my parents to such an extent that I convinced myself that I was crazy to think I had the right to be independent. Being empowered was for those who were cowards and wanted to go against their parents.

To go against GOD!

My 19th birthday arrived and my parents decided that it was time to give me the “good news”. They had found another form of imprisonment. They had found me a husband.

They did not even take a moment to consult me.

I found myself screaming at them, I screamed till I could scream no more. I screamed of the freedom that birds felt as they soared in the sky. I told them that it was my dream to be independent and empowered. The rest was all a blur. Their screams echoed in the darkest corner of our house and I could feel the pain which was caused by the beatings given to me by the men of the family. I reminded myself that they could break my bones but they could never break my soul.

My bleeding disfigured body lay in the middle of the road outside my house. I had become an outcaste in my own community. I felt isolated.

People of my community abused me as I walked past them. The women were the worst.

I was not allowed to enter restaurants owned by the people of my community. This was the price I had to pay for dreaming big.

But all this seemed unimportant ten years later. I had traveled the world, written books on women’s rights and finally a representative from the UN had invited me for a human rights conference. They had wanted to honor me for the work I had done for the empowerment of Muslim women. I finally felt accepted, a feeling that seemed alien to me now.

I walked across the stage with my head held high, knowing that I had made the right choice. Not regretting anything I had done.

Once I was done talking, the crowd started to clap and cheer me on. The auditorium resounded with the noise. As I began to walk off the stage, a young girl stopped me in my tracks and told me that I had changed her life. She had moved out of her house and is now independent of all the abuse her family caused her. I can truly say at that moment my happiness knew no bounds. I felt all the emotions in me become one, turning into the most beautiful colour.

A colour so hard to imitate, A colour that can never be defined.

Even heroes have their off days

Even heroes have their off days. This piece of advice has stuck with me.

Aren’t we all heroes fighting for a cause. Fighting for someone or something, maybe to keep a memory alive.

Never giving up, never letting go of a thought, memory or even a person. Don’t we always feel like the forgotten sidekick? The one who picks up after batman. Doing his dirty laundry, getting breakfast in the morning, reminding him to go out and fight crime. All I’m trying to say is be the superhero in your life. Fight for what you believe in. don’t let failure get the better of you. As you learn more from your failure than your success.

If a hero can fail so can you. But like him tomorrow gives you a fresh start.

Be the hero you were meant to be.

It’s not all about Gucci and size zero…

It’s not all about Gucci and size zero…

Being at Mount Carmel, for almost 2 years now, and on for 3 more, I assume this is rather something that constantly caught my attention, and never fails to do so, even today.
My bunch of friends and I, would sit in the celebrated MCC drives unto eternity (Which happens to be an unparalleled choice of killing time, in passing, so far.) and relentlessly observe and turn commentators on the diverse fads and figures, cults and cues on campus. Before we knew it, we were all clones and branded “Carmelites”…
And thus began my analysis on what all this could possibly connote.

So what exactly does this term mean?! It’s reasonably simple… here’s the definition straight out of Wikipedia “Fashion refers to styles of dress (but can also include cuisine, literature, art, architecture, and general comportment) that are popular in a culture at any given time. Such styles may change quickly, and "fashion" in the more colloquial sense refers to the latest version of these styles.”
But guess what? It’s much more than all that. And I’m sure all of you will agree with me.
It’s about being yourself and being comfortable in your own skin. Flaunting THAT attitude that you have and that no one else can possess. To me, that is synonymous with ‘style’.

There are absolutely a lot of things that go into this, being popular is just part of the game. Even in a girl’s college, what is taken note of the most is who has the most popular gang? Who wears the skinniest of jeans? Who acts like a perfect blonde? Who flips and faints over a cracked, manicured nail? Who shrieks on a rain drop on that made up head? Who carried a Gucci bag? (Who cares if it’s fake or not anyway!) Basically, who is the center of the damn attraction!? Or well, that’s what all the observation did to us. This was what it was.

So how did media play a role? AND how did the “Getting thin business” reach such great heights, strangely?

According to some experts, television, magazines and films have a lot to answer for when it comes to fashion and inflicting a smash up on self esteem. How? Well, mull over a very high BMI, obesity and you want to fit into the skimpiest outfit that Cameron Diaz just wore… another example; people establish “role models” with flawless skin and split-end free hair… Okay, cut it! That’s how it is; self esteem would have turned to ‘elf’ esteem!
Giving ourselves a break we just know to ourselves that we aren’t going to look like super models and clearly, we aren’t awfully imprudent to attempt grave malnutrition in order to look like a pencil and walk like one!

I critically analyzed these so called “role models” and well… It made me feel a lot better! My personal scrutiny on the subject:
1) Their skin looks golden and flawless like a swan’s because their photographs and faces are touched to remove any blemishes. Ha! It doesn’t need a genius to figure that out! And here I was thinking – Garnier or Ponds? Crap!
2) They all give the impression of being spectacular because they spend 4 hours on their makeup and 3 hours to get their hair done, before one photo shoot. So, I’m guessing it’s still okay to have frizzy hair?
3) They look amazingly sexy because they are wearing a zillion quid’s’ worth of designer clothes on their back. Recession doesn’t affect these people, somehow.
4) Photographers waste roles and roles of film to get “ONE” perfect shot!
5) Glam lifestyles, beauty and FASHION have nothing to do with anything, they might just make you feel good momentarily, and then plunge you into misery! Money matters!

Well… looking at points 1 and 5, the “aam janta”, you and I, could be super models, with all that help. The point is just this – I’m not interested in borrowing an image and getting a makeover. I want my own – Not a makeover, I am talking of an image here.

Coming to the getting thin business, Hmmm… Diet plans usually make a big sing song and dance about eating only ‘good’ food, therefore leaving you with appalling cravings for the ‘bad’ stuff. And human nature being what it is, you instantaneously break your diet and eat the banned goodies. Put on weight and feel like a failure. Diet is a very wicked cycle when you think about it.
If you are serious about losing or gaining weight go see your G.P ignore the miracle cures (there aren’t any, please note.) and the advice of family or friends. If you have chubby cheeks, well, that’s CUTE! Everyone likes it! DO NOT become a victim of media or fashion hype. Your doctor knows the true score not your favorite celebrity!

Why do some people find a mirror an absolute night mare and run a mile in the opposite direction on a mention of their photograph being taken? All this is because you are not happy with yourself. These days, being happy is being fashionably nice, and feeling good about it. And why and how could I forget?! Getting compliments… sigh!
Do it, don’t blow it!

And so Oscar Wilde said - “A fashion is merely a form of ugliness so unbearable that we are compelled to alter it every six months.” So why blow on something you’ll have to alter every six months? Put on your thinking caps, splurge on fashion that makes you feel good, not something only because Gwen Steffani wore something for the Grammys!!

I’m glad that I’m acquainted to people who do not succumb to the so called “societal pressures” and lead a life of choice, and not that of a chance. I’m talking about all you people! Way to go!

Nicholas Sparks could help us!

Who knew that Nicholas Sparks would actually be able to help us?!

Up until today I was rather prejudiced of Nicholas Sparks and his books. The thing is that this guy writes stories based on the same story line- a tragic love story, in which someone dies and their better half is left behind with nothing but memories. Take for example- A Walk To Remember, Message in a Bottle or even Nights in Rodanthe, all these stories work on a similar story line and after 3 books you realise that you’ve had just about enough of this author and his stereotypical plots or more likely his tragic romances.

But I must say that after reading ‘Nights in Rodanthe’, my prejudices against this man and his works have almost vanished. This is because I figured out that there was just one small thing that makes his books interesting and makes the reader want to go back for more- forgiving his monotonous theme. And this one thing is the freshness in his style!

This man uses several metaphors and draws up a rather graphic image, while literally giving your sense organs a run for their money by his tiny details. ‘The odor of sulphur hung in the air when he struck the first match’, ‘he heard a sound like the crinkling of paper as the logs began to catch (fire)’, ‘Stars were blazing like tiny sparkles on a magician’s cape’ are a few of his lines from Nights in Rodanthe that I think are absolutely brilliant.

Seriously if you guys plan on writing stuff and need to work on your metaphors or graphic detail thing I’d advice you to read his books, for his detail is simply awesome and could give us some help with our own writing skills :)!

Torture

Yesterday night I was sitting in my room when one of my roommates showed me an article about a girl called Junko Furuta.She was a girl in Japan who was held captive in a house by four boys.There she was raped countless times and tortured to death in unimaginable and incomprehensible ways for 44 days!She was 16 years old.The description of her suffering was given in the article.I went through it and couldn't stop shivering for the next few minutes.It was disgusting to think that man could be so cruel and inhuman to a living being.The incident took place 20 years ago.One of the most disturbing parts of this story is that her killers are now free!
There are many girls in our society who have gone through similar experiences,being victims of physical, mental or emotional torture.Their torturers being free to live the way they like.I am posting this because I feel something has to be done about this.

6th June 2009

When sahana ma'am said cold night 2day in class---it reminded me of my bday... my 18th bday:D

and all the things tat happen tat day flashed by...in great detail...very vivid...
It was one of my best bdays. It was on a saturday and my parents organised a stay over at my mom's office's retreat place(not a fancy resort and all...but just a place of serenity n rejuvination)
My parents, (one of) my best friend-Shruti, my favorite brother(cousin), his wife, another 2nd cousin(who i admit i donno very well), my other sis-in law's family...all of them were there to celebrate my bday with me.
The cold night--->

it was a realllllllly cold night, n a bonfire was set up. And that's when i had my first alchoholic drink (officially :P). before that there was cake cutting(which i didnt expect, coz my parents didnt make me cut any 4 the last 3-4 yeras).

And the gifts-> i LOVE opening presents..not 4 the material value but I think just the fact that whoever gave it...gave it with so much love(at least tats wat i think anyway), n all of them made mme cry(i was all senti..).
My other best friend (priyanka) with my mom's help made me a kinda-photo album with all my pics--4m the time i was a toddler to how i am now...with birth certificate, 1st grade report cards and wat not! And it was titled 'crystillus of a princess'...and i got it at a time when I lost faith in the whole fairytale concept of life, when I believed I was ordinary,not a princess. So it holds a spl place:) Shruti gave me a book called 'the god of Small things' (' I think every mallu SHD read this book' she said) and a handwritten letter(she's an awesome writer) and i cannot express in mere words what tat letter means to me! My parents at midnight gave me my first phone-MY phone(no more sharing mamma's phone). It popped out suddenly 4m behind my daddu(tats wat i call my dad)'s hand while they came to gimme a hug whilst singing 'happy b'day'. My cousin gave me a ''world edition'' monopoly set(bcoz i love playing monopoly when every1s around).
My "first" drink was a breezer-cranberry flavour. It tasted a lil bitter(but all alchoholic drinks taste like tat--which is kind of a turn off :P..). the evening and night passed with the usual(but very loveable) family conversations(hillarious)...of which shruti was part of (surprisingly--pleasantly offcourse).














And so, my bday night passed- the best bday EVER!~~> with all the things that was impt to me---my family, friends, food (:P), fun, and AWESOME weather(it was gloomy and dull the entire day--chill..exactly the way i like it---it was like nature's gift to me :)..im not a sunshine-liking person). The next morning, after a walk and breakfast, we decided to inaugurate my monopoly...and so we sat down. I finished 3rd, my sis-in-law 2nd, n my dad 1st...my brother was the banker, and it was shruti's first ever monopoly, n really--she wasn't so bad...so kudos to you<3.>


Even though the weekend wasn't about the 'freakin out' kinda fun--its just what i needed---the calmness and serenity..the sense of fulfillment..the bonding n figuring myself out...realising tat the ppl i love and care abt love me 2:)
And tat bings me to the end of sharing my 18th bdayl...i feel satisfied n calm..bcoz i wanted to talk abt it in class 2day...i was telling prerna abt it...

A cycle?...please explain

I am ecstatic and suddenly feel that everything is falling into place.The past two months had been like hell and all things i cared about seemed to be moving away.Loneliness seemed to be the only emotion i was going through.But now,i feel a sudden surge of happiness,like a current shock pass through me.Instead of enjoyin this,i feel a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach,one that tells me that this euphoria is not permanent and that any moment,it would shatter.What goes round,comes around.So,i believe that everything is temporary.But,i'm thankful for the way i'm feeling right now as even a remote smile had seemed like a distant dream to me just a few months back :) So,is this a cycle? Only time will tell...

Mood Swings...

Why do they happen?
How do they occur so suddenly when everything seems fine?
Why do we girls have the PMS? (By now, you'll should know what this means :P)
Why do they take so long to pass?
Why do they make you want to sit in your room and listen to sad songs?
Why do they make you feel so crappy that you end up yelling at someone who hasn't hurt a fly?
Why do I have a mood swing right now?
Why am I flaunting my current state of mind on a blog?
What is a mood swing?
So many questions? WHY???

I guess certain things are best left unanswered unless you'll have any answers for me.
But 'mood swing' is just the right phrase that has been provided by the English language.
Suddenly, I feel so much better. Phew. Now is that a mood swing as well?
xo =)

Ridiculous Lyrics

I was watching VH1’s 50 Worst Songs and it got me thinking… So often we find ourselves unconsciously singing the lyrics to a song. But do we actually think about what we’re singing? Some songs have really awesome beats and a catchy tune, but the lyrics don’t always make sense. For instance, the Spice Girls song Wannabe : ‘I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna, I wanna really really really wanna zigazig ha.’ Does anyone know what a ‘zigazig ha’ really is?

And when the Police came out with ‘Every Breath you Take’, it was such a hit. ‘Every move you make, Every step you take, Ill be watching you, Ill be watching you, Ill be watching you …’ He’s practically stalking her! Not to mention that the lyrics for Barbie Girl and Macarena are totally inappropriate for kids – and we all know it’s mainly kids who listen to this stuff. So the point is that some of the greatest hits have the silliest lyrics… and very often we don’t even realize it…What do you think?

Guggenheim

Guggenheim is the latest member of our college's pack of dogs. He is named after the Guggenheim Museum of Modern and contemporary international art that is located in Manhattan, New York. He is about 3 ft and his fur is the same colour as Horlicks(Classic). He generally has a really lost expression that makes everyone go "awww poor lil doggie come here". For some reason he likes are AV room a lot and is always trying to sneak in. He is NOT smelly or dirty and doesnt seem dangerous in any way. He is always hungry and his favourite food seems to be croissants :P

but he eats other stuff too so feed him cause he needs some fat on him :)

oh by the way do not feed him CHOCOLATE of any kind cause that acts as a slow poison for dogs.

To be or not to be?

I was talking to my baby cousin earlier this evening, when she told me that she wanted to be a doctor when she grew up- so that she could give my dad injections. For those of you who don’t know- my dad is a doctor, and happens to be my cousin’s doctor as well.

When she proudly declared her choice of profession and the reason for it, I couldn’t help but remember that I was around the same age when I had declared with equal conviction and pride that I would become a doctor and take over my father’s practice.

But that was not to be; as I think my choice of profession changed several times over the years. I first wanted to be a doctor- I think I was around 4 years old then and this phase lasted till I was 12. At 12 I realised that I wanted to be a veterinarian- again this phase lasted till I was 15. Between 15 and 18 I decided I wanted to be a high school teacher (I love teaching!) or a psychologist. And now I’m 18 and have decided that none of those fields were meant for me. Though I do believe that I’ve decided that I want to write and do something related to communications. I hope this idea doesn’t change!

The point that I was trying to make in this post is that so many of us have such lofty ideas of what we want to become when we grow ‘big’ but now we’re already here. We’re ‘big’ at last and do we really know what we want for sure or are we still bobbing in the pool of uncertainty? Which I think is a good thing because it keeps your options open but really what do you people want to be? And what were your lofty childhood professions?

love

I used to think of myself as little girl with a huge love for living and i felt this love like an endless source of motives to be happy.
Unfortunately I have lived some unpleasant situations that make me belive there is no love :( , it only was my imagination. You can see people cheating each other, hiding their feelings and trying to take advantage of other's weakness,hurting each other and making them cry; that's how the world works, people say.
I wanna belive in love, but the reality say the opposite.does love really exist??
wat do u think?

Bon Appétit

*My cousin threw this awesome barbecue party, a couple of days back.
*Day before yesterday, a friend treated me at one of those 'all you can (m)eat' places.
*Last night, my mad family dragged me along to a- wait for it- KABAB STUDIO!
*Mum made eggs for breakfast this morning.
*Sister had chicken noodles delivered at home for lunch.
*My fucking meat-obsessed neighbor wont stop roasting garlic for her toxic mutton curry!
The disturbing smell is penetrating right through the cotton plugs I've used to block my nose. I cant take it anymore. I can feel it coming. Yup.
3...2...1

Talk about an overdose!
Anything not vegetarian is officially grossing me out! Yuck!
I think a puke-a-thon is in order.
I've even been retching in my sleep! X(

All I can think about is fruits and vegetables.
Nice, crisp greens.
Carrots. Sprouts. Apples. Oranges. Aaah!
I think I'll go find a job at the greengrocer's. . .


Then again, maybe not!

Eughhh!

mirror mirror on the wall,who's the fairest of us all?

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder...Who decides what is beautiful and who is beautiful ? why do we look into the mirror everyday ? why do we want to see how people see us ? why are we forever dressing up to please others ? why do we long for others approval ? why does a mere sentence also known as a 'compliment' take most of us to cloud nine ? WHY ?
It doesn't end here- some are beautiful , cute, attractive,pretty etc. who came up with all this ?? and WHY ?? Why is it that our appearance constitutes such a great part of our personality ?
But somehow i do not agree with anything..i do not believe in compliments..when someone tells me that in 'pretty' i am very tempted to ask how ? but that doesn't make sense! I am really bad at taking compliments. Now i smile at receiving one instead of making a disgusted face.
Something that is soothing to the eye is attractive ? why are most fat people considered unattractive ? My eyes have never seemed to melt ,pop out or show any signs of rebellion at the sight of one !?
Looks are nothing. Its just a gift from god.It highly time bound.Forget your looks,they don't make a difference. Its your personality that you build on and that is molded by you and the people around you from scratch.Take credit for that !

Internet, 30 years from now.

Our topic for the media corner last week was ‘40 years of the internet’. When I was searching for information, I realised how technology has advanced so much and how most of us can’t even think of leading life without the internet. We play games on the internet, we advertise, we shop, we chat, we learn, even date! If this is what we can do now, imagine what is in store for us in the future.

Earlier, we used PC’s to access the Internet. Now we use cell phones and PDA’s. What I think is, soon, everything from the car to the refrigerator will be connected to the global network. Your refrigerator will be able to download updates and create a shopping list all on its own. It will then send the shopping list through email to your car. The car will locate where your children are in the city with the help of google earth, online. It will bring the children back home and do your shopping as well. Kaafi convenient, don’t you think?

Our generation will become the ‘boring’ generation. We will be the only ones to have met ‘offline’. Our grandchildren will all find love ‘online’. Any couple to have met offline will become the ‘weird’ couple. Running matrimonial websites will soon be the most sought after careers.

And that’s not all. While, chatting on the internet, the chat rooms will have voice modulators so that you sound however you want to sound to other people. You could choose to put on a deep voice or a gruff one. All this will mean increase in cyber crimes etc. But then, there is very little to lose when compared to everything there is to gain, hai na?

Does fair sex get a fair deal?

Ever wondered why women are being subjected to various kinds of atrocities? Just because, they are weak and don’t retaliate? Or just for fun? Most of us would oppose, if I said women are weak. True, they have transformed into much stronger individuals in the past few years. This is just a cliché being used by this alien word called society. What I don’t understand is the kind of pleasure they derive from this.

Every single day, we come across news which talks about women being molested, raped etc... Physical abuse seems to be the flavor of the society. Most women stay hooked at home and are not even allowed to work. It is sad that the women staying in villages undergo severe oppression and are the most affected. This I feel is the extreme form of sex discrimination.

We need to do something about this. I’m sure we are allowed to vent out our anger in the least!!!

Mid-life crisis

I am only 19 and have already reached my mid-life crisis point. Lately i have had a lot of time to think (thats where the problem lies) and obviously my mind wonders.I seem to have had a reality check in my thoughts.
friends...who are they? what are they for ? why do we need them ?
Actually i really dint think i needed friends.I was fine running around the lawns and climbing trees, talking to the cows and hens about my problems.Animals are all i had,my dogs and cats were everything to me.Family ? you would wonder ? They were never there...mother away with sister and father with a 6 to 7 job.I was left to explore the tea-estates of Assam. My maid was my mother.She was always there for me (though we had a slight communication problem). BUT nothing affected me before , i was possibly the happiest soul alive! We moved to Guawahati...a city at last ( NOT ). A school at last where i was not a 'sahab ke beti'.People who were like me from the same economic background and strata. Still no family-even though it was all four of us under the same roof.
small things like my mother telling me that she has no money to buy me something and the next minute magically producing a 500 rupee note to fulfill my sisters demand at the very same moment, never bothered me.
Never the less, having to move again-Bangalore. This time a real city. Yet again sister is allowed to choose wherever she wants to go and study , and i am stuck with family in Bangalore. Middle of 9th grade, not getting admission anywhere-forced to join Air Force School ! The longest 1 and a half year of my life!!! This time not fitting in because i was wealthier, i put lip gloss and kajal and the biggest sin of all , I spoke to boys! Did my mum once wonder how i was doing ? or weather i was fitting in ? what i was going through ? having to wait at least an hour outside school everyday waiting for the driver to come pick me up was worse than going in a small over-filled van with people sweating,puking,spitting,hitting,crying and a lot more.
Very soon i realized that i was into serious relationships because 'HE' was my friend ,family and everything i could ask for.So i was still the happiest person alive!
Now not having a 'him' and having all the time in the world to notice small events in my life pinch me all the time.. i am no more happy. I seem to be getting duller.Life does not excite me, nothing does.I am not even sure of who i really am?I seem to have lost the sense of self ! I have reached a point where i can take no more.

I dont even know how this makes sense... but i felt like writing so i wrote!

Exams...:/

Hey guys! This post is by far the most boring and annoying posts in the history of posts but it has to be done so....
12-language
13-General english
15-Psychology
21-Optional English
23-Com english-functional writing
26-Com english
This is the PyEC time table...CFS...sorry I have to still get yours!
Have fun!

"bake sale, bake sale,bake sale for charity"

ever think of eating the most delicious things and helping out people in need by doing just that??sounds like a good idea no??Well this is what got me all excited and not to forget hungry to go volunteer at a BAKE SALE for CHARITY on saturday. Eating things like waffles,cakes,muffins,momos and yummy chicken biryani just makes you feel in heaven.. and just when you think there's no better feeling in the world, you get to know that all this money your spending is helping helpless children and you feel even better:)

I made use of all my communication skills as well and helped market the sale as much as possible.I ran up to random people on the road and asked them to visit the place and i've never felt more important. I'm filled with pride for being a part of an ngo and its activities and i wish more people took interest in such things and helped out a little more.

P.S: to all those people who just walked away and din't listen to what we had to say-'WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND'

phew im alive!!

Often we hear people crib about how they hate life and how it never ends up the way they wanted it to(btw i am one of those people myself :P),but its surprising how important it seems when you come across near death experiences..i almost had two yesterday and i could feel my whole life pass by me.All the hatred and anger suddenly disappears and you start praying and hoping everything went back to your normal boring life again. You start thinking about all the people you have to talk to,all the people you want to make up with and just all the people you want to hug and just tell them you love them,tell them how much they mean to you and tell them how sorry you are for saying all that you did..I for one have started thanking god for all that i have and i hope some people start looking at the brighter side of life sometimes! Maybe some people just need incidents or rather accidents to change their views on life..

PARTY TIME!

Hey Guys!

Finally, a nice long weekend has come our way!

What is everyone doing?? I have to watch KAMINEY!!

where's the party at??

Chic flick!

I just watched ghosts of girlfriends past today and absolutely loved it! I love chic flicks as they're known and if you ask any one who knows me for a reasonable amount of time..say about a week or two they'll tell you that when I say I love this particular genre of movies I really mean it. In fact, I love them so much that I think I've probably watched almost all of them! If you can think of some I haven't watched (which are good) then please tell me!

This is a very random post..but then again, I'm a very random person!

My Love is Vengeance....

We all found out today that life is wild and precious ,and we should make the most of it. I wish it was all that easy ! One thing is for sure that being in these shaky teen years are not that easy (even though I am 20, it's still the same) and we go through a lot of heartbreaks. It is obvious because in the older posts the one thing everyone complains is of being hurt by some idiotic guy. People find it quite easy to say- "Get over it!! He is not worth crying over....*blah blah*" but find it equally difficult to admit that they have gone through it too.

"No one knows what it's like to be mistreated, to be defeated." - that's what we say but open those eyes and you'll find thousands of girls falling in line! I went through it too, and to and extent still hurt by whatever happened but that doesn't mean I can't be open and share it with others. So let the words you write here be your vengeance. =)

Bzzz!

Assignments due:

Monday:
Memo writing
Sahana Das's table

Tuesday:
The pig who sang to the moon
Kala ma'am

Wednesday:
Nothing. HAHAHA.
Just kidding.

After IInd CIA:
(if we all survive that is)
Twitter exercise
Kala ma'am

Psychology:
Moti quiz.
*Yawn*

Ok my point is that I'm losing track of the one million assignments/projects/stuff we have to submit.
Please add whatever I've missed out.
Subject no bar!
That way, everyone is aware of every assignment.

Peace yo!

Leaving on a jet plane..

It's 8 pm and I just got up. All the after effects of the sleep over I had been to is gone..I'm no longer sleepy but I'm sad 'cause all my friends are leaving. Hard to believe that the people you've grown up with since you were 5 are all going their seperate ways. But we all have to grow up sometime right? Right now though I'd give anything to go back to school. I sound all sad and melancholy but I can't help it, I will not see one of my closest friends for the next 5 years. This sucks!

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

I am sure everyone has gone through the watching 'friends' phase... I am still obsessed with it !!! so go ahead and describe your favorite friends moment or character or anything about it that you want to share ;-)

Metamorphosis

June 11th to August 11th-two eventful months have passed since we have become the PyEC girls. Not the "school babies" anymore. We have come out of the cocoon! Dfferent world, different people... "COLLEGE GIRLS" -that is what we are for three long years!

But time seems to fly in our college.Many things have happened within two months.
Orientation, 'ragging', fresher's week, cul-week, 'dress code', banning mobiles.....etc.etc.etc. We have indeed become "CARMELITES".So tell me friends...
what do you like and dislike, love and hate in our college?

"LOVE" is in the AIR! ♥

Firstly, I'm sure all of you have been in love at some point of time. Now, LOVE doesn't just define feelings between two people. Pick SOMETHING, SOMEONE, SOMEPLACE, SOMETIME or anything else that I might not have added that you simply adore and have no words to describe the feeling. Anything that's on your mind at the moment, and all you can do is think about it. It can be ANYTHING, let me say that again. Something in the present that constantly makes you smile, laugh, blush or just wriggle in sheer joy! If it has any personal attachments to it and if you're not comfortable sharing it with us, then you can always refrain from mentioning it but something has to be up! It can be your dog, your friends, your hideout, your pack of ciggys, your college, your favourite coffee place/restaurant/nightclub, your teacher, your cellphone, the boy next door, your novel, music, writing on this blog, your haircut, your childhood, any memory, etc. Or just your LIFE in simple words. And for all those "*sigh* my life sucks" souls out there I'm not giving you any option. Put up anything you love to hate! :D

So now, take your time, think, smile, type, post! 1, 2, 3 GO! =)

Equality

We all keep talking about gender equality. It seems to be a never ending fight. However sometimes i think that its 'us' women who consider ourselves inferior.
We are for a fact the physically weaker sex. No arguments there. Some say we are too emotional as well.
Do we really want to be equal? Do we really want to have to open doors ourselves? Do we really want to have a bus with undivided space? Do we really want to have to pay for all our meals??? Do we really want men to stop putting in that extra effort??Do we really want no free entries into pubs??Do we really not want separate queues? Do we really want to get rid of 'Ladies first' ??
Because if we are equal, we must not be treated differently?? Right>>??

Incredible India

You remember how every year during Independence day celebrations in school (at least in my school) there would be this one student or teacher who would give us this speech on 'The India of my dreams' and all of us sitting in our ethnic best would go "not again"! It's one of those speeches I know by heart sine somehow, magically everybody's dream India is if not exact then very similar to the Preamble of our constitution. In short it was the same thing said year after year, the only difference being the people who gave the speech.

So today, here is what I envision for India (this is my version of the speech which is not borrowed from the Preamble). I want an India where,

It's people realise that it's not okay to spit, litter and urinate wherever they wish to. You wouldn't do it abroad so why should your country be any different?

We get rid of our ' chalta hai' attitude. Stop being complacent and learn to stand up for what you believe in.

Everyone has the right to vote. So use it well. Why curse a Government that you had no hand in electing?

Women are treated with respect.

The youth stand up for their rights. It maybe just you against the world but at least you're doing something you believe in.

This is the India I want to live in. This is the India of my dreams.

HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!

JUS THOUGHT ID ANNOUNCE MY ARRIVAL...LOL

HEY GALS.......FINALLY GOT IN...MUST SAY NAQUIA PRETTY GOOD LAYOUT!

SO WAS THINKING ABT THE CELL PHONE RULE.....NEED SOME CLARITY ON IT DONT YOU THINK? DOES ANYONE KNOW WHERE ONE CAN GET A COPY OF WHATEVER DOCUMENT IT IS THAT STATES THIS NEW RULE?.....BCOZ I HEARD ITS ACTUALLY APPLICABLE TO SCHOOLS NO COLLEGES......

MAN DIS AND THE DRESS CODE RULES REALLY GOT BLOOD BOILING UP PAST FEW DAYS.............

Together

Hey People...
we have actually become better and more of a united class...but i was thinking that we should all become more comfortable with each other... what say ??
i was just thinking that we should all do something together as a class!!! anything!!! maybe a small get-together?? going out somewhere?? a dance party!!! ;-)
so what do you people think about it??
Oh and i was wondering if anyone thinks that twin days and other such days would be fun ??

media bullies!!

anything happening in the city or elsewhere we have our wonderful media to cover it up and bring us updates.. that's the best part about having television and the internet. but yet again did anyone ever think how celebrities and other important people are being ripped off their personal lives. being mentally torchured with all the oo-ahh from the public. we mercilessly and shamelessly make them a public property and let anyone and everyone have a total insight into their personal lives.
so everyone what do you have to say about this??

When Boredom Strikes...!!!

im sitting in my hotel room..on the bed...my moms next to me..my dad's gone out 4 'fresh air'...n the tv's showing-'vantage point'...my mp3 player's battery is dead...i 4got to carry the charging chord..:(....but thankfully..i brought books 2 read...but hell..!! facebooks not opening on this laptop!!!!
I'm in kerala...the land of green, god's own country....the best place to be--once ur retired!! but i love being here...thr's just sumthing about this place....rite now..it rains occasionally...n i plan 2 g2 the beach this evening..:)..last nite i visited 2 of my relatives...had AWESUMLY filling kerala food...(including the likes of fish, chicken, mussels, crab n wat not!!! yummm!!!!)
i woke up at 6 this morning to visit the temple....n i ate breakfast like ive never eaten food...my dad says being here increases ur appetite...bcoz of the weather......but amazingly---the climate here is almost like b'lore....i think its the rains..
I miss colg terribly....esp. comm e--..i was telin my mom how inspired to write i am jus now.....but thrs no outlet except 4 this post..so..tats the background behind this post...
so..nyway,...i hope to b bak in colg soon....n apoo--im sry 4 making u do the media corner all by urself this week..:(..

so...tell me guys...wat do u do when ur bored n hav abs.(almost) nothing to do!!!?????

Hey guys! Alright if there's one thing I absolutely love (apart from James Morrison's voice) is being random. Randomness I think is very important in one's life, though I'm still trying to figure out how exactly. So everyone who's looking for answers to probably the most random question and haven't got one that is satisfactory..try asking your extremely smart and talented (and modest of course) classmates. I have hundreds of such questions one of the most pressing being why cupid shoots his arrows through a lovers heart? Won't it cause a hole in his/her heart and thereby lead to a heart attack rather than everlasting love...? Important question, just no answer. Any such burning questions you have shall all be looked into with great insight! So go right ahead..that's if you want to.

Photo Feature

No prizes for guessing, this one's about apna corner, THE MEDIA CORNER.

Say hello to our mascot, Mr. Idunnohisname.

No I really dont remember all of us deciding on one.

Someone please catch me up here...

But he sure is pretty!

Ahem.

This post should have come earlier but let me not start a lecture on the woes of Reliance Broadband+

%#@#*%!

Anyway, here we go!

Then:

Now:

Then:

Now:

Then:

Now:

We garnered all kinds of responses from people who saw our work.

Most people said it was "too colourful"

Well yeah. Take a dekko.

Then again, what's life without colour? ;)

REALITY SHOWS..

I somehow am amused by reality shows... some because i don't understand how people can do it... some because they are interesting and some because just for the sake of it.. i feel that some of the reality shows are not actually real!! i was told that what ever happens in splitsvilla is scripted (by a person who went to work on the sets with them! )
So this makes me wonder how REAL are REALITY shows... and is it really necessary to script in masala to get TRPs??
I do not get why anyone would degrade themselves on national television for money(Moment of Truth)..Moreover when it is actually scripted?? and i cant believe that India has an Indian version of it..!!
I think shows like Rodies would do well even without all the bitching and cat fights !!
I enjoy some like rodies, Americas next top model,get gorgeous etc. Though i think that MTV's teen diva can do much better in their choice of teenagers on the basis of looks as well as personality!! well thats what i have to say... what about you ??

What's On Your Mind..

Just post anything thats on your mind.. It could be a word, a passing thought ,a feeling Or a person... ANYTHING... =)
lets see how this turns out!!

CrE@tiVe P@nG$

do you suffer from creative pangs...? :O
'creative pangs' usually strike you a day before any major exams and without getting overly dramatic,here's what happens when they strike:the hours before the exam are drawing near,you are either busy cramming or have barely touched your books,when all of a sudden,you get a creative urge!!you want to write a wonderful story,a poem or even hum a few lines!and be warned,once they strike you,you will find tht you just cannot study...
does this happen to you'll??it always happens to me!(i wonder why this creative urge doesnt stirke me in commE class :D)

On a lark...

Friends!

What's the poblem with OUR class????
A classroom is what binds us togeher..
provide us a feeling of oneness
new people new friends
learn with fun activities alongside.
We talk we laugh
we say hi! we say bye!
Everything seems fine to me..
Or m i wrong here???
Indeed,there will always be gossips*
The so called 'Love me or Hate me'
But we just can't move on this way...
There's always a healthy way of competiting with the other
Wel people,this is just what i think
maybe if we co-operate more
and eliminate our superior infiriority feelings,
we might be a 'No Prblem Class'.
what say you???

Hit Back

It’s the all too familiar feeling of walking down the street and having that creep in the corner ogling you. Being on a crowded bus where “squeezing in” borders on molestation. Having auto drivers staring at you, as if they have X-ray vision. Girls, we are violated on a daily basis.

The reason for this post is because of a series of experiences that have been compiled over the past 6 months of my stay in India. I realize that it has become an inherent part of our societal existence to understand and accept that males treat us like this.

Granted, many argue that in some ways it is our fault for dressing in a provocative manner (although most of us don't), I still feel that the disgust of being objectified supercedes anything else.

Hence, as a group of powerful, communicative women with great futures, I propose the “Hit Back” campaign. This movement strives to exchange shoes and cross the border to the other side. If a group of guys felt uncomfortable and violated by a group girls, don’t you wonder how they would react? This may not necessarily prevent them from the continuation of their behavior, but at least we can hope it will offer them some insight on the ways that we are forced to accept their behavior in our lifestyle. This can be achieved simply by attaining a sample of boys our age, and speaking to them about things that make them uncomfortable, or by reciprocating the ways in which they make us uncomfortable. One of the many problems however, is that of the “male reaction” as it is so drastically different from the female one.

Very obviously, this is a framework for a greater idea- an unfinished exploration into one of the many ills of society. So as your classmate and friend, I am reaching out to you for help. I would love to sit down and iron out the details- and perhaps accord this campaign the attention and publicity that it needs.

Think about it ladies- we can make a difference!!