Doodling!

Between my last post and this one, so much has happened that The thought of typing the story out makes me tired! Also, it's the usual life gets in the way of living stuff and everyone has their own to deal with anyway. Why unload more shit onto the world! 

My comeback, however, is now not to express my life through words but use this blog as an online journal of my doodles! 

Since I was a young girl, I had assumed that I have very little creativity when it comes to art. And this thought just kept getting stronger and stronger. My stint as a teacher did not even convince me that I was capable of more. But this break I am on, has pushed me to explore more channels in order to while my time. And I have discovered this new side of me, which I didn't know existed! 

So without much ado, 

doodle #1

Doodle #2

Doodle #3

I hate the new blogger dashboard/whatever the hell it is!

As the title very clearly suggests, I hate the new format that Blogger has adopted in the formerly-known-as-dashboard page. It is so confusing, not to mention time consuming too - to move from one option to another. I am otherwise a tech savvy person but unnecessarily complicating things is not my style :P

I hate it how you cannot go back to posts from a draft (it straight goes to overview on my page). After a few sets of to and fro from the draft to editing to overview, I am thoroughly frustrated and I really do not understand the need to change the format.

#rantingsofadisgruntledblogger

Talents!!!

It has been a really long time since I last wrote and also promised to write (not at all a well-deserved hiatus)... I come online, check my dashboard, check my blog and become bloated with happiness on seeing the list of my followers increased to 15 (most of whom are my friends who, I am sure, are following my blog as an act of kindness)... I am sorry to each one of you for not updating my blog and letting you down (if at all you had expectations :] )... I am writing this to inform you that my ability to write anything - sense and non-sense (borrowed from the name of my sister's blog) has been snatched - by whom I am unaware... (Read: If you are the one who has done it, please kindly return it :] )...

My point of writing this blog is to confess something... As over-confident and narcissistic I am, I have never been able to recognise and realise any talent in myself... And finally I thought I had a flair, however sad it maybe, for writing... But I don't... You may call it a writer's block but I think I have always suffered from it :) ... It is definitely wrong to feel jealous, to envy someone else's gift but I have always been envious of people who can create beautiful verses in the form of poems, stories, novels, etc... Also of those who can dance, paint, sing,etc. 'cause those are precisely the things I don't excel in...

The only talent I possess is talking and laughing... I can talk for innumerable hours and laugh even more... These talents actually don't mean anything but I know the joy I feel when I see people getting a few moments of laughter when they look at me...

I agree to the fact that being content is the secret to happiness... I am content with my life, but wanting a little more is only natural, ain't it???


P.S: written long long back, published now!

24 August, 2012

24 August, 2012 shall forever remain etched in my memories. It started off as quite an oridnary day. Woke up at 10 am and being the procrastinator that I am, got up from my bed at 1pm :P

Went for lunch, went for class at 2.30pm - the last Sales Management class of this term. Was quite a good session. And after that came the highlight of the day - the event that had elated my spirits for the past few days - INKtalks Manipal University. Unni and I had volunteered to be a part of the organizing committee - a brilliant, enthusiastic bunch of people! We went to the event and WHAT AN EVENT IT WAS! 5 of the most amazing speakers ever - Anupam Mukerji (the Fake IPL Player), Krushnaa Patil (second youngest Indian to scale the Everest), Charles Ma (Bharatnatyam dancer), Dr. Virender Sangwan (Ophthalmologist) and Vivek Nair(Entrepreneur, Forbes Under 30 Energy List). And the interaction with them after the talk!

Even though I am at an all-time low when my literary skills are concerned, I had to post this! I needed to document this online, as well talk to the world about it! Until I regain my literary genius, this piece remains unfinished and published :P

Magnum opus! Ha! Who am I kidding!

So finally I am writing again. I have no clue where this piece will lead to at the moment, but I sure hope it leads to someplace nice. To begin with, I need to fill the gap between my current post and the previous one. I have been upto, well, all sorts of things! April 11, 2010 was when I last published something (and that too an apology at that). It's time to make amends. I have a lot of unpublished pieces in my drafts folder, but I guess that is for private viewing for now. Actually more than the will to write, I have lost the confidence to post what I write. I am lacking the confidence to release to the entire world, my thoughts (funny thing considering I have never NEVER been low on confidence)! Getting back to the "topic", I have been up to so much since then. Firstly, I graduated in 2011 (finally!). Then I also took admission to study, no, to get a Post Graduate Degree in Management, which is my current endeavour. So currently, all my energies are focussed in successfully attaining the PGDM ( I urge all my future employers to take these 2 lines as a joke. I am merely trying to be funny :P). That is what has happened to me on the education front. On the personal front, life has never been more confusing! I have been continually confused about so many things that my confusion now circles around what my confusions used to be (If you didn't get it, I am trying to be funny, again :P). The past 2 years have been, well, for the lack of a better word or rather words, a roller coaster ride for me. But somehow these two years have been (maybe) two of the best years of my life - from having the time of my life in Bhubaneswar, to having the time of my life now in Manipal, I have had a truly phenomenal time! In this course of time, I have met soooo many people who have left a lasting impression on me. Friends in Bhubaneswar - SG, AM, AA, AM (yes, there are two AMs!), are a few of them. The time I spent with them - well, I shall carry them to my grave (the memories, of course!). And friends in Manipal! What do I tell write about them. It took me sometime to find them, but I have finally found my "gals"( Manipal "gals to be precise. I have my Bhubaneswar "gals" since 7 years now). I love them from the core of my heart! We form a very funny group, and in the words of RH, "we are all so imperfect together, but we are so perfectly matched" (okay, that does not sound right AT ALL , and I am sure I am not quoting her correctly, but you get the point, right!). We are a group of 5 - RH, DA, SB, RR and me. The time we have spent together so far has been crazy. They are the "wall" in my life! They are my co-actresses in the "stage" called Manipal (the references can ONLY be understood by certain people at TAPMI). Apart from them, there are a few others that NEED to be mentioned! MA, AS ( - my first friends in college), DT (this guy is crazy!), the GRS ( as he likes to be called), AR and AR (the gay boys, not really!) , IA( my Veeru) and RT (THE argumentative Indian!). The time I have spent with these people has been really amazing! And at this point, all I can look forward to is spending another year,  optimally ( - a term you become accustomed to using every now and then if you do a PGDM/MBA)!


P.S: This HAD to be written in one paragraph! So sorry for the randomness! I shall take time to raise the standard of my writing!


P.P.S: Thank you for reading it, if you have read it! Else, thank you for increasing my visitor count :P

P.P.P.S: I delivered what I had promised. I started claiming I had no clue where this would end, and it did end rather randomly :P

Reading my very dear friend Shaili's latest post made me realize that I also owe an apology to all those who are gracious enough to read my blog... I am sorry for not updating it time to time... The truth is I am suffering from writer's block (which essentially I suffer through the year, the times when I write are the exceptional times when I don't suffer from it)...

So hereby, I promise to try to make an effort to write a little more than I do now!!!

Ciao!!! Love <3

Today's world...

"Are you freaking serious???" was the only question that came to mind when I heard on radio that some institute(read: coaching classes) was offering a course in which students could prepare for Medical and Engineering from class VIII itself... CLASS EIGHT!!! This is the age we live in... Children being pushed to do well... Children being pushed into starting to think about their careers even before they have an idea about what career is... When I was in class eight, all I could think about was how to pass my exams and which boy/girl liked which girl/boy... Class eight is when children enter their teenage... Aren't kids supposed to enjoy the famous "infamous" phase of our lifetimes??? Agreed that kids nowadays have become much more advanced than what we were in our days... But does it in anyway mean that they have sacrifice their age of "fun and frolic" and concentrate on something that though is an integral part of our life, is not life itself...

Apart from the ad on radio, I also read about a child who committed suicide before the boards started... And the reason, without any doubt, was of course, the fear of the boards... So what is it about the board exams that scares, pardon me for saying it, the shit out of every child??? The boards are not some kind of gigantic monster that will rip your head off, tear you into pieces and then enjoy every piece of meat... It is JUST AN EXAM... Nothing extraordinary about it... I did get the examination blues when I appeared for my boards and did end up faring well... I got an 89% in my 10th boards... And no rewards for guessing the "comments" that I was bombarded with after my results came out... "Just 1% less..."... Yes, 1% less... That is how much I studied and exactly how much I deserve... The fact that 33, yes 33, students in my batch of 180 scored above 90% doesn't mean I got any less... Those were the people who worked hard and got their result... I got what I worked for...

So if someone was sick and could not study for the exam, and ended up doing poorly in it, does it mean that he is an imbecile who does not deserve to live??? NO... Exams are not the end of life... If someone doesn't do well in it, doesn't mean he is not good for anything... And nowadays, its not marks that ONLY matter... You have to have substance to become something in life??? There are millions of people who did not do well in their school exams, yet today they are known world-wide... What would have happened if they had committed suicide or stopped hoping for better things in life???

Everyone says it has become so competitive today... Competition is healthy up to a certain extent... But the very thought of pushing your child into doing something he doesn't even understand due to competition is just complete display of the regard we ought to have for life... If asked to relive any period in my life, I would have to say those days in school when we lived in complete ignorance of the big bad world outside, the absolute careless splendor with which we live... But would the kids who are in school now answer the same??? I don't think so... The school is no different from the world we are exposed to now... Those precious moments in life, when the only thing we had to worry about was the tiffins we'd take, the number of games periods we had are the ones we hold close to our hearts... But now it is entirely different... Nowadays the kids have to worry about are whether or not they are better than their 'friends'...

It saddens me to see the state of things nowadays... Parents pushing their children to do something that they wouldn't even want to do in the first place, children not being able to live the 'childhood' they are entitled to... The world indeed has become a sad place to live in...