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http://www.blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/ this is the sit to that movement against eve teasing... thanks to Amrit

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