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We, the Women

I was watching this ad on TV the other day. It was Government of India sponsored ad; something about men staring at women also considered as sexual harassment. Also I saw a news article on Times Now about a blog where women get together to stop sexual harassment and did some dharna type things in Mumbai, mostly concentrating on staring. I missed the blog address. If anyone knows of it please let me know in the comments. Anyway after all that, I thought I shall tell my tale regarding this topic; an incident that happened when I was preparing for JEE. For those who don’t know, IIT-JEE coaching is a big deal in AP and people stay in hostels and all and drop years together just to make into these portals. So the year I dropped to prepare for JEE, most of my classmates were hostellers. We were 70 odd people in our class and only 4 of us were girls, out of which most days I was the only one attending classes, especially after classes for clarifying doubts. This was the time when all hos

of circles and flames...

Ok let’s get started with the ideas behind the circle theory. Most of us know that there are three schools of thought regarding man n god... Dvaita, Advaita and Vishishtaadvaita... hope I spelled right. I believe in the Advaita theory; that is god and man are one and the same... in fact all is one... and that one is god... he whole universe is one... Now... if all of us are a part of god then why is it that we can’t understand each other completely? Why do we have differences in our way of thought and perception? The “Arini” theory... I always thought the answer was that we cud picture god as a huge burning fire and each of us is a spark or an “Arini”. When we flare up we are born and when the spark dies out so do we. And as you can see the lifespan of a spark is too small compare to the flame. The flame is eternal. No spark is alike; it’s unique in its own way. The amount of time it stays up and the height to which it goes is all special to it. This theory explains almo

just another day....

Well... well... one more day passed by... me got up late n went to bed early.. in the little time in between watched two movies and played with Photoshop and designed a coupla dresses... aaand ate a lotta chocolate... so when I was trying to crash last night I thought of all prospective things I cud do today.. Blog a bit... write a story... chk my mails... chat with available ppl... hmmm... btw... those movies I saw... “Morning Raga” which is a beautiful story of lives entangled in music... and “The Librarian” its one of those fantasy movies that I love no matter how old I am... but may be this time I was smarter... this is the third time I am watching and I found two major mistakes in the movie... lemme state them for those who’ve seen it... if you haven’t jus pack this blog.. Coz I cant explain a whole movie now....... so... one is the scene where they have to get a piece of the spear inside the ancient Mayan pyramid-ish thing I dunno what you call it... anyway... they jump on to a

My sudden journey alone to Bangalore... how exciting!!!

It was 6 o’clock in the evening when I decided to go to Bangalore the next day instead of staying back for a project this winter. I called up my mother and told her of my decision; then called up my father and my sister. My sister checked out, tracked down trains, timings and availability, and finally over the internet, booked a 2 nd class ac ticket for the next day. She then, emailed me the ticket, I loaded it on my pen drive, went to the Sarayu Xerox centre and got a print out. Voila! Here is a ticket in my hands less than ten minutes after I decided I needed one. So there I was going to Bangalore all alone. I packed up in the night and crashed. I woke up next morning only to see my roomie walk out of the room with her luggage. Went down to give her a send off and then had a bath and got ready. Then I sent off another of my friend, went to the library to return a book, had a juice and got my luggage down. With another friend along my side I went to the bus stop inside campus. I

"Going home"...i think the title should rather be "Leaving IIT for a month"....

my exams are over... celebrations... and i still dint know when i was leaving or where... home was on my mind... no proj ... i just wanted to go home... and sleep and wake up to a beautiful city on the sea shore... a city where i grew up... where each road and turning signifies a memory... where every lap on the wave soothes and calls me home... as the day passed by... i came to know i am going to Bangalore .. my train ticket was booked in seconds and minutes later i was holding my ticket in my hand... whoa... Internet rocks... so anyway... i got onto thinking what to pack and what to leave... last yr this time... i took everything home.... all my baggage... now... none of us was...so i guess i need not too... meaning... i am gonna come back anyway... that thought hit me... now... i live here... it gave me goosebumps... and then i washed some clothes which i ain't taking home... and then packed all that i had to... and then cleaned up... all this while watching a beautiful movi

Poe and his Raven

Edgar Allan Poe... he seems to believe that the thought process for writng a poem is not a divine intution and that its quite mathematical and all that... he explained it in this essay "The Philosophy of Composition" with the help of an example... "The Raven", a poem he wrote... We read thru this essay and this poem in our HS class and my ma'am encouraged us to write an extension to "The Raven"... it was one of the questions asked in today's paper... chk http://www.poeticbyway.com/philo.htm for the essay... the original poem: The Raven [First published in 1845] Edgar Allan Poe Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. `'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door - Only this, and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it wa

"wheels" - Arthur Hailey

For all those who have enough patience to read thru 2280 words abt "wheels" and hows its related to HS406.. here it goes.... Arthur Hailey’s “Wheels” – A ninth angle of the eight cylinders “Wheels” is an interesting work of fiction by Arthur Hailey. Set in the 1960s or 1970s with the back drop of, Detroit, Michigan – “the Motor City, auto capital of the world”, it serves as a very informative read for an engineer. It revolves around the struggling personal and professional lives of individuals in various levels of hierarchy in the automobile industry, more specifically, one among the “Big Three”, Ford. It involves the entangled lives of almost everyone who can link their life to the word ‘car’, from the chairman of the company to the executives in the design and engineering, plant managers, assembly line workers, used cars salesmen, machine parts manufacturers, spare parts suppliers and even to car racers. Though according to the Detroit Sunday Times, this book is filled with

All roads lead to ______

( in the above blank substitute wat you please... as in watever your belief states... doesnt really matter... its all the same...) this post is for all those who had queries regarding my current orkut profile page.... (esp on its authenticity...) for those who havent seen it, it goes like this... Pranava... the word of God (John 1:1) abt me : IN THE beginning [before all time] was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God Himself. - John 1:1 Prajapatir vai idam asit : In the beginning was Brahman. Tasya vag dvitya asit : with whom was the Vak (or Sound) Vag vai paramam Brahma : and the Vak (Sound) is Brahman" - Vedas and so on.. but this is all i am concerned right now abt.... so... yes... its true... i dint make it up... :) the bible and the vedas suggest the same thing for the theory of the beginning of universe.... its not exactly the big bang (though we can associate with it).. but its rather a vibration that started the universe... a vibration uttered

exam time....

hmmm... looks like i really wanna write stuff but all i have is exams to wirte up... well... MA202 has not much news to say... rather i forgot... it was 2 days ago... today fresh after my SOM paper i can speak well abt AM220... :) i saw some old papers last nite.... 5 questions outta 7... wow... choice.... well... guess wat happened... we had 2 papers... 1 was theory type (Part A) for 20 marks.. 10 questions.. and time limit of 40 min... :).... great goin... the second paper was for the rest of the time... 4 questions 20 marks each... hmm... greeat going... esp.. that i can see my ma'am sitting on the table in CRC 101 in front of all of us... picking out papers... and correcting Part A...!!! well.. wel.. for her expressions on her face... so i guess i'll jus keep my mouth shut abt how i did the rest of my paper.... :)

IDeals 1 needs 2 kn0..... ID120

so... i had a course this sem... ID!@).... info for those who haven't done their 10th from CBSE board... half our syllabus for all courses put together had been to enlighten us abt the pollution today and its harmful effects, and how we, as responsible future citizens of India and the world, help in reducing, if not eradicating it... and i had to scrap thru it since i had not much then wen i was kid with no elective subjects... now... in IITM... they came up with innovative ideas... i believe only last yr... and they've introduced two highly intelligent and useful courses which are a must for every BTech student... one of them is ID120... ecology and environment... wat does it teach us... to be "Eco-warriors"... as far as my involvement n enthu that goes into it... it was one of the few courses which is strict abt attendance.... so... i attended 79.2% ... i shud have calculated better... coz all we need is 75 to write the end sem... all the fite i put for mid sem was

muggits the novel....

i love to write.. and bore down on all my friedns to read what i wrote... but of course.. here in iit... who has the time... events i do... but time i dont.. lots to talk of and lots to say... but to sit down n write... well packits... so... when for my HS406... i had to write a book reveiw.. i was glad... 1st to use it as an excuse to read a non acad book (which in my case was an intriguing work of fiction by Arthur Hailey called "wheels") and 2nd to finally force sometime to write something... but as i began writing the reveiw i could not put away all my sarcasim n blunt remarks.... well... finally i was writing it down like an article... now wat was the diff between as article and a book review...?? i dunno... all i thought was an article is interesting while book reveiw is boring... so here i go... i started deleting all the words that added to any sort of poetic effect or my unwanted comments and tried to make it as sober as i cud... well... i guess i achieved my purpose

of MONKeys and MoPPing

So… it’s a lazy Saturday and a cold October morn (ahem ahem afti…). Been snoozing the alarm since 8 and woke up finally 10 when my lazy day was interrupted by another gal… dint feel like getting outta bed… but fart is interesting… and put a fart session till 12… went for grub… in the pouring rain to the mess… to eat the unpalatable and cold grub… came back and put another fart session… and finally put up water for heating… and prepared myself for a hot water bath. Can you believe it…?? Hot water. Bliss when I had a hot bath and washed my hair on a cold day. I came back to my room to see monkeys and Roomie outside the room. Apparently a monkey was in the room and it pulled down an empty gulab jamun tin and poured down the sugar syrup all over the floor. Yeah… my peaceful bath. We got down to mopping the floor, for the very first time. We only swept it a few times. And we scrubbed and scrubbed and spent an entire hour, but satisfactorily and the end of it all, the room was spick and span

Life's like that

well... been really long... and i din have a min to spare.. to sit n write abt all the things that happen in my life... and all those crazy incidents i love to share.. and recently.. wen i was talkin abt some of the stories i wrote... i felt like i wanna write again... and for a second i thought may be i wont be able write that well.. so then i thought i'll start off with updating my blog... but too much to update on... too much has happened... it will take a while... so i jus wanted to ebb out my feelings out... on how much i miss writing... lets see if it continues... :)

the story of my success

Failure – the sweetness behind success Yes, I believe that success tastes sweeter after the bitter taste of failure. It sounds more like looking at the glass half full. But it is a fact. I made it through IIT-JEE and into IIT Madras in my second attempt at it. Of course, not getting through in the first attempt is no big deal in IIT because most people make it in their second attempt. But here in Visakhapatnam, it does make up to a little news among friends and family, especially for a girl. When I failed in my first attempt I had a few options open in front of me. I could join in a good engineering college in Visakhapatnam as is obvious from the comfortable rank I obtained in EAMCET; or I could put up a year’s effort, which is often referred to as ‘long term’. But there were complications for me. I had an older sister who was then entering here 3rd year in IIT Madras. I guess my choice was pretty much decided. When I opted to put an extra year of effort I did face resistance from wel

a sweet poem written by a frnd... for me on my bde

" " its just rainbow .... i ws searchin ........... it ws those raindrops ..... i ws searchin.... o yah..... even tat fragrence....... n that white feather.. n...those sunrays...... n a smile ......... beautiful eyes....................... i ws searchin............ ya really....................... i ws searchin ....... everythg so i ... i cud gift ya... on dis de....... but ...... i faild........... cudnt get anythg ............ that can b even a bit................... closer or like............... wat u r............. wat ya mean 2 me............ wll here m i.......... closin ma eyes.... n prayin ................ u get wat u want...... flowers on ur way................ ma dear 18.............. HAPPY BDE....................................................................."

met a school teacher lately....

It feels good… wen you meet your old friends right… how does it feel to meet your old school teacher…?? Well… I recently wen to the house of my social science teacher who taught me in class 8,9 n 10… if were pretty close too… one of her fav students that I was… I was really bad at her subject… actually speaking… at school I was bad at only her sub….:P But she had been jus more than a teacher… you kno.. like the age old phrase…”my friend, philosopher and guide”…. So even wen I din score so well in her papers… she still used to ask me abt my other papers… she realized that social happens to be one of my least fav subjects… but that never bothered… I remember… wen in the 10th pre-boards… I nearly cupped in social… she called me and said… that there is no point trying to ask me to read n read n read… she asked me to write the answer completely… she said I was too lazy to write in the paper too… She was right you kno… I never really bothered to write all those numerous pages of answers… eve

the world from 4 eyes....:P

Hmmm… funny I must say… but the world looks so diff… I mean… a full day without lenses… I haven’t don that in the past... 6 yrs…?? I think… so this one day… it made me look bak on the past 8 yrs… the history of my eye probs…. I started wearing glasses wen I was in class 5… was abt 9 yrs old… but I took to contact lenses in class 7… wen I was 11 and a half… hmmm… I cud possibly be the youngest kid in the world to take to lenses… ok… at least in India…?? My doc din hesitate a min to set me up with a pair of contacts… but I was apparently too small of age… so I nicked my eye ball once… and blood clotted terribly over my eye… that’s wat the doc said… I never even knew it…it din hurt at all… but my doc din give up on me… made me wear glasses for three days... and then put me bak on track again… never again was I troubled by them... but yea… once I guess I tore them down in class 8… not my fault… Every two years I got a new pair of lenses… and the powe

a new start... a new home... (a reveiw back in time)

well... this is the third one... my article... that was printed on 10th july 2006... eduplus collegian the hindu Well… its admission time and most of you will be off to your new college, and some of you might be staying in hostel. You know what people say about staying in hostel, especially for the first time. I for one am really attached to home and never liked going places. But I decided there was no way I was going to feel homesick when I joined IIT Madras about a year ago. After all, it’s a whole new world out there waiting for me to explore. My parents were there with me for the admission, but I was alone on my first day of classes. It won’t be so tough without them. That’s what I kept telling myself. On my first day of college, I woke up early about 5.30 (on my own!!!). It was a bright morning and I sang to myself “It’s a new day, a new start It’s alive with the beating of a young heart…” – Here I Am by Bryan Adams Nothing can go wrong. I washed my clothes, took a bath, made up m

Blast from the past

I am sure you remember your best friend in class 2, or the bully you hated in your class 5. I sit and wonder what they are up to now. Even as we fumble and stumble through friendships in college we still hold on to those fond memories of childhood. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would meet any of them. But then fate does amazing things. It sure is a small world after all. And Orkut endorsed the statement in my life. For those who never heard of it, it is an online community that connects people through a network of trusted friends, committed to providing an online meeting place where people can socialize, make new acquaintances and find others who share their interests. There are many others too like hi5, Zorpia, etc. but my experiences revolve around Orkut. When I was just checking out profiles, I stumbled onto a name that rang a bell in my head. Could it be? No. Lemme see. I scraped the guy. Is he the same guy who studied his class 6 with me? Am I the same girl wh

calls n calls....

Anyway… forget abt me off mod coz of wanting to blog crap… so… today was fun… that I stayed at home… but still got a few good phone calls… long but nice to hear an ole friends voice…. An IITian fron hyd called in the morn… nuthin much happening in hyd I guess… and then…yeah a phone call from someone since a loooooooooooooong time…. … my classmate n good friend in intermediate 2 yrs…. Now in engg…. good to hear from her… And nice to hear updates on her life… n everyone else’s we knew back then… discussing ppl n how they changed n how we ‘din change’… hee hee… been good really… a very long phone with the promise of further acquaintance was a nice welcome to my boooooring life… but this weekend is goin waste with my eyes getting checked up…. So … I’ll be seeing my friend soon… n may be others too n all…. Lets hope…. Tata

why do i blog....

Hmmm… wat is blogging… wen I have little to do n nuthin comes to mind, I write down wat I feel like simply coz I wanna… does it mean much to you…? I don really care… coz it feels good to me… its my blog n write wat I feel… I never put myself out… so now that I feel like writing it shud be written… I don really care wassup… it’s the first time I am so open… I have always lived in myself… little I told n to few ppl in this world My feelings my own My principles mine alone Little I told to few n thick Sometimes to many So they know me better Sometimes to many To keep up with all Sometimes to none No one understands at all Sometimes to none Coz I am ashamed my self Sometimes to few Who know wat its like to be me Sometimes to few Coz that’s wat I really am Most to myself I remain an enigma For I never understand Never myself Wat can I expect From those few Who I think know me Coz I dunno myself Wat life brings upon me Why do I care Wat life brings upon me Why shud I feel For wat others impl

so... Siri doesnt like this movie i saw...

Yesterday nite… I saw a movie… on screen… in case you din get the point… its very rare for me to go watch a movie on screen… rarer still if its with family… mom n dad n me… and it’s a gult movie… how many times did I watch a gult movie on screen with family! So… its name is ‘godavari’… good one really… no violence… not too much drama… was fun… good talent… pure time pass… and you’ll get the tickets even in the last min… peaceful… a good laugh... a happy ending… now that’s a movie I’d like to watch… But I went for a 2nd show… so no Internet for me last nite… hmmm… wud I skip a movie for Internet...? Seriously… I wud… hee hee… not much of a movie freak am I...?? But don be mistaken… I watch hajjar movies day n nite on TV… but i jus don get why Siri din like it.... and i sint gonna let that bother me... i liked it... That’s it for now… I still aint done with those testimonials I owe… tata…

nuthin happening

Life is getting boring… nuthin much to do lately… wake up… bathe… grub… watch TV… check out comp… grub… watch TV… check out comp… grub… internet… crash… occasionally go for a drive… meet up with friends. And ole chums… hmmm… pretty boring… You know that’s the prob. When my life is interesting and all happening, I jus don have the time to write a blog. And when I do have time to blog, nuthin is happening. Hmmm… may be I shud work on a book I thought of writing. It’s interesting, but a book needs lotta patience. Though deeps says I got lotsa patience I aint too sure of that. I started about 20 books in my life. And I don think anything got even close to half, forget it. There was one book on my school life, one on my coaching center, and one on a spy, one on 2 friends, one on a murder and revenge, one on extraterrestrial life, one on 5 little girls, one on moody things, one on blind girl, one on… and finally now, one on my 1st year….J Oh I jus remembered. I owe 2 ppl their testimonials

My Trip to.....

Well… well… like I said. I am slisha crazy. Guess wat! I went for a tour to kulu manali. At least that’s where I was supposed to go. But I landed up somewhere else. We planned for a 14day trip. I aint too much of a traveler so I had a lotta trouble digesting the fact that we’ll be gone for weeks. But then we did go. On 12th June we took off by plane to hyd and stayed for a few days. We went to Basar on one of those days. And I even got to hang out with a few of IITM hyd junta on one of the days. Then we went to Delhi to directly get on a tour bus. This bus is supposed to take us to Shimla to Manali to Rohtag pass to Kulu to Chandigarh and back to Delhi in 6days. I missed a point. The bus. Well. I get sick in bus. But I can manage… on plane road. My sis too is shaky with buses. So we went to Shimla by that bus, not plane road, but Ghat road. We were supposed to continue to Manali. But we freaked out and stubborn at that. Soooo… We dropped off in Shimla. Searched

ThiS oNE SHouLd hAve bEEn FiRSt

this is the other article printed earlier..... Vacation – one of the smaller joys of life Yup! Vacation time it is! When I read the article on vacation in the last edition of education plus I realized that I have never in my life looked forward to vacation so much as I did this summer. No, not even as an elementary school kid, when we had power cuts and we used to assemble in those sultry evenings to play ‘hide and seek’ or ‘chain cut’ or some other game created in the spur of moment. Well. I don’t do that kid stuff anymore. But still vacation meant a lot to me this summer. It meant that I could watch TV, take time to leisurely go through the news paper, meet up with old friends and share what happened in the last few months, find out what’s new and happening in the world outside IIT, check out the changes in Vizag and the new fast food places that sprung up… But this is all just the topping on the salad. The salad itself is that I could eat home made food, slee

Yet ANoTHer

well... this is my second article to be printed and i thought i'll put it up.....first.... published in the vishakhapatnam edition on 12th june 2006 in The Collegian, The Educationplus, The Hindu The results are out! Well… if writing an exam is one thing then waiting for the results is yet another thing. Recently, when I heard about the IIT-JEE results it made me travel back in time to about a year ago. It was a moment of celebration for my family and me. But most certainly it was festive time in my coaching center. Sweets were distributed; students were given the day off; people were moving everywhere congratulating and cheering; crackers were burst; and people were rejoicing. One step was crossed. There was much more to do. Now began the more difficult task of selecting the branch and place, depending on my rank. Well, it was more confusing than it seemed because this decision better be good as I am about to spend a good four to five years of my life in that IIT. There was an end