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10 Steps to end

Step 1. Take it steady and slow Step 2. See what step 1 has showed Step 3. Choose where you want to go Step 4. Jump up for the more you grow Step 5. You can run and live like cheetah Step 6. Fly high and reach as far Step 7. Look around a little more Step 8. See if anymore left to go Step 9. Take a deep breath Step 10. Let it go. Period

PAN IIT 2008

I was going to write about the Global Conference of IIT Alumni held in IIT Madras 19-21st Dec, 2008. I was going to write about who all attended as delegates and speakers and what all was said and done. But then, I am not a news reporter and the conference received a lot of good press and media coverage. So, I write with a slight difference. It was an opportunity for us young under grads to meet the alumni of an organisation that really deserves to be praised. IITs have been praised to produce distinguished citizens who have held responsible positions across the world. I did not grasp the statement much. But as I was networking over a cup of coffee with elderly alumni from different IITs I realised they all had one thing in common. They were mostly, CEOs or Co-Founders or Directors or any other word that gives the same awe. Everyone about 40 to 60 years of age had a lot say about what lay ahead. They gave out advice, shared anecdotes, talked about their IITians days. And when they did

Right or Left

I was browsing through blogs like I sometimes do when I find there is nothing to browse anyway. And once I had come across a blog where the whole page didn't load up yet. I just read the first half of the first line on the top most post on the page. I decided it was a girl. It turned out to be so. And the words weren't skewed either. How did I get that? I thought about it for a long time. I still can't answer that question. Any ideas anyone ?

Slumber

I was walking back. My feet felt heavy, my eyes felt heavy. All I was think was make it to a bed. And then i magically found a bed. I let my head hit the pillow but I had no recollection of it ever really hitting it. I was in deep slumber. Next I know, 11 hours had passed. I got up and washed and fed myself. Then yet again the slumber took me over. I breathed in and out, floating in and out of phone calls, of people talking to me, of a variety of things, of seasons, emotions. I finally came out of it to realize I am not really in it anymore and the past 36 hours passed without me remembering anything much. Amnesia ??

Done?

DOne? DoNe? DonE? dONe? dOnE? doNE?

YEt AnOTher HEADER

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I found a free header on net I really liked for the record:

A moment

A few days ago There was a financial meltdown that hit every economy. Companies went bankrupt. And companies refused to come for placements. People lost jobs. There was lashing rain. Cyclone Nisha took lives. People lost homes. There was a terrorist attack. Mumbai was struck with shoot out. People lost lives. Today PM, the economist, takes charge of finance ministry. The operation Cyclone against the terrorist forces ended. There was sunlight and Nisha receded. It's a new day. And my best friend has a baby girl.

CHo CHweeeeeet

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The GU(a)Ys I lived with in Jamshedpur!!! Now this is what is called Dostana!

Walking on Thin Ice

Another song that really touched me in the recent past. This was the one that got me searchign for the old song. _____________________________________________ The Ice is Getting Thinner by Death Cab for Cutie We're not the same, dear, as we used to be The seasons have changed and so have we There was little we could say and even less that we could do To stop the ice from getting thinner under me and you We buried our love in the wintery grave A lump in the snow was all that remained But we stayed by it's side, as the days turned to weeks And the ice kept getting thinner with every word that we'd speak When the spring arrived, we were taken by surprise When the flows under our feet bled into the sea And nothing was left for you and me We're not the same dear and it seems to me There's nowhere we can go with nothing underneath Then it saddens me to say what we both knew was true That the ice was getting thinner under me and you The ice was getting

Once upon a time

About six and half years ago, I heard a song in Ally McBeal. It touched my heart, but I soon forgot; I just heard it once. But I remembered a single line and based on it I wrote many poems, short and long. After all these years I suddenly started to search for it. At first I couldn't find it. But I pinged everyone I thought might have or can find. I finally found it. It's beautiful. It's perfect. It still makes me cry. _____________ The Only Love I Had by Venice (performed by Vonda Shepard in Ally McBeal) Once upon a time A long time ago I thought that I should leave you I thought that you should go I never really said goodbye I never even heard you cry And after all this time, it's hard to say The only love I had, I sent away Ah, but you were young Younger than I knew I hope you can forgive me I was younger too I really thought th at I could see What was best for you and me Though after all this time, it's hard to say 'Cause the only love I had, I sent away So

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Time for another one.. but my pshop aint working.. my comp is bulbing.. n i really have no time to make new headers... but I persist :P So here is a new header... a not so cue, exams going on with job hunting around the corner and not to mention a btech degree to run after and in the process try get an admission for a masters programme... Oh yeah.. I m jammed and life is looking good! so in short .. the not so customised header...

Memories

The human mind is vague. It associations are weird. I linked a facewash with Jamshedpur! That too the best times in Jamshedpur!! Unbelievable!!! There was this face wash that I bought before going to Jamshedpur for my intern. I used it for a long time. It has been about two months since I haven't used it. And that was because it wasn't available. I bought it again last Friday. And guess what! When I used it last night, alone in the night when everyone was sleeping, it was like the times I used it in Jamshedpur. I suddenly felt surprised as a number of incidents came flooding to me. If it were a movie, imagine my hostel washroom changing into the Jamshedpur bog when the camera runs around me. And then in black and white fast-forward reels of twilight hour in the garden in front of GT1 with the bent down sunflowers rushing past... Yeah! Weird memories. I miss those times. It is three in the night as I note these memories down again. And one day when I read them, I would laugh at

CV points

This is what blogs serve as. Last night I was trying to fill a company form. There were questions asking us to point out incidents and stuff and it talks of my specific achievements. Now, I could just not recollect any particular incident that showed anything. How would I know when I sued Mind over Matter? For all I know I used it cos it was the most obvious thing to do then. I caught hold of a junior and asked if she ever thought I did anything worth mentioning. She thought a bit but could not quite put down anything in particular. That's when she made this statement that I should probably go through my blog. Well, it did help me a bit. I did at least write down a round up of my Lit sec term and quite a bit about my Shaastra as well. Even though the posts might not really mention a particular achievement, they did bring back memories which told me a lot more that I did and forgot. So keep blogging!!!

Dejavuuuuuuuu

Why am I writing the same thing again and again in my blog ? Coz I feel the same things again and again in my life. And it gives me a weird feeling. For every one hour I can tell myself "I told you, so!" I am exceptionally happy today! Why? Mood swings :P Naah. I am done with a pass/fail course and I celebrated by deleting the entire folder of that course from my comp. :) I also got my cheque for travel reimbursement which I actually thought would never come. I have new faith that I might actually make it to the IIMs. This is kinda sad. I can't say I am out, neither can I say I am in. But it's ok. Life is all about hope. And yes, the dejavu is causing mood swings too :)

Walking down that shaky road

I purred I meowed It's done I woke up on 17th morning not knowing what to do. I had tones to do. But it just suddenly seemed free. Suddenly didn't have much to do. Thi sfeeling was awesome. BUT soon enough I was engulfed into the sea of resume uploads and endsems and placement prep and BTP with the crazy review dates that we can't do much. I hope I survive the next few weeks too...

Raced it - No result

One hurdle I passed without passing out. Rather the hurdle just passed by and i don;t really know whether I passed it or not. I guess i can hold on for three more weeks without passing out and life would seem better if not rosier. Now I know why people give up on eevrything in their 8th sem. And if I get on with it, I'll know I can get on with anything in my life :)

What you should do

Carefully, every little thing, place it in. Pick each one, one by one and put them in quietly. Without noise, without emotion. Clean up so no trace is left. And after you are done, zip it up. Put it under in the little corner where no one will ever see it again. And then, come back. Now, brush your hair smoothly

Here I Am

Here I am. This is me. I've come to this world so wild and free. Here I am, so young and strong, Right here in the place where I belong. This is possibly the single most impacting song in my life. I've sung this from the very beginning of my JEE days. And it rang in my head every time I did something new. Over the years transition takes place into the unknown, the unfamiliar and the unprobed territories and it doesn't seem so good or so right. Wrong seems right and differences are the in thing this time. Some of the important conversations are the most annoying. People have their own ideas about almost everything under the sun. Bryan Adams is gayish sounding and I can't even construct a sentence straight anymore. It doesn't matter, I'm given up on GRE and life has too many strategic turnings to take that I want to take them all but it doesn't work that way and we all know that. There is this CAT race waiting and this job hunting to begin yet. So drams was t

The key

I found the key finally. As I turned the key inside the lock I wondered if I was ready for it. I just opened the door and stood by it looking inside. I gasped. I slowly walked after the initial excitement died down. There was a layer of dust on everything. The room was just like it was when locked. clothes are heaped in a pile for wash, luggage bags with some clothes inside, newspapers stacked up roughly in one corner, bed unkempt, the computer with its CPU cover off. It was like somebody is living here. Yet there was a layer of dust on everything. It's like somebody left expecting to come back in a few days and never came back. It was spooky and it all came rushing back. I was too scared to touch anything. And then I stumbled on a perfume bottle. Scent. It was the scent of the past, of memories and of what I was once and what I am now. I tolerated an hour. Then I just wanted to leave. I couldn't do what I came for. I had urge to take away the perfume bottle but I resisted. It

And that's how it happened (or didn't)

Choreo Nite It happens every year as part of interhostel lit-soc competitions. And every year it's something that Sharav looks forward to for two reasons. Firstly, we always win either 1st or 2nd. Secondly, the final year team which is allowed to dance on atage just for the heck of it is special since the Sharav delegation comes in sarees. Well well I am in the final year and this is the first time I am to wear a sari in insti. What fun! And so it began. We all decided on the songs, practiced our steps, checked out each others saris and all the accessories that go with it. So the final day came. I wore my sari and someone says its after 3 hours. So I changed, we had dinner and then we all began to dress. Some of got dressed and went up the venue. SOme of us were still on the way. I reached there just when they announced Sharav B team. We asked them to delay it for a while since some of them were on their way still. No one heard us. No one cared. And we danced Some joined in some co

Louuuuuuuu

(to be pronounced exactly the way Paresh Rawal does in Jaane Tu Ya Jaanena) Undoubtedly the lamest tag ever, but I have been tagged n shall tag n take my revenge RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves. RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by continue this game by sending it to other people. I WAS TAGGED BY SAHITHI If your lover betrayed you, what will your reaction be? Duh! I'd say "Dude I beat you to it" :P If you can have a dream come true, what would it be? To own a house in Venice with an Italian and a swimming pool (not to mention my wings) Whose butt would you like to kick? The person who said my dream would come true What would do with a billion dollars? Would I get a house in Venice, a permanent visa and an

Moonshine again

Perch Productions "Moonshine and Skytoffee" was up on stage last night in our insti. I had watched it previously at the Music Academy and blogged about it too And yet again it captured audience last night with the flawless acting, the subtle humor and the down to earth characters of Basheer. Celebrating Basheer's centenary along with IIT's golden jubilee, the play was an instant success.

Clueless Comp

I recently changed the speakers Now my UPS is gone I m surviving on 2 spike busters Hopefully my comp is saved

Puppies

I just returned from a trip home and came in early in the morning. I was walking back to my hostel when I noticed a tiny puppy trying to grab the attention of a dog while the dog was just pushing it away. it seemed like the dog was the mother but they were different breeds. It was a very cute thing to watch. And a little way down that road I found five puppies of the same kind engrossed in something that was lying on the road. Then as I approached they all observed me. Some of them went back to their work once they got bored. One was particularly interested. I signalled to it. it started following me. All of them started with it. Then they stopped. Only the first one followed. Then I realized it was struggling to walk fast. I felt sorry for it. So I shooed it. It stopped. It stood there watching me for a long time. Alll of them. They were so cute. I shoudl have picked one up and ran.

The Image Search for Answer Tag

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The concept: * For the 20 questions that have been asked, write down your honest answer (in a word or two). * Type your answers, one by one, on an exactly-as-written-on-paper basis, in the search bar of any image search engine that you prefer (Flickr / Google Image Search etc.). * You MUST use the same search engine for all 20 answers. * For every answer, only from the FIRST page of the search result, save exactly ONE image. * Once you have a list of 20 images, each corresponding to one answer, compose a post in line with this post that you are reading right now. I was tagged by: Nobody (just flicked the idea from Vatsap ) I tag: Puppet , Madman , Leela , the dreamer , Aditya , Ashtung Image Search Engine used: Flickr (To read the answers, hover over the image) 1. My age: 21 2. I am passionate about: pictures 3. My favorite place: moonlight on the beach 4. I have a thing for: music 5. My comfort zone: bedroom 6. My favorite animal: puppies 7. My kind of art: street art 8

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Just for the record. Here is my new poster for my 200th Credits: Leela for lending me her laptop and her photoshop (skills too)

CHEERS!!!

I don't really remember when I started writing poetry. A few years down the IITian lane, exposed to the world of 24hrs internet(now it's just 10, and it deserves another post) I explored the blog-o-sphere. And thus began my first Blog which preserved all my poetry. Then, for the fun of it I posted some articles to The Hindu and they got published. I got excited and wanted to post it on my blog. But then I figured I could write articles more often than poetry. And thus, was born Slisha Crazy. And now my blogs stand at 1:10 ratio. I could do a round up of the most significant posts I have put up ( like the last time ), but I'd rather not. This time I just want to quietly say it. Here's to my 200th post. CHEERS!!!

Chrome Mozilla Trips

First let me trip on Leela : We have a common course this sem. We were walking back from the exam when she said "Wait, should walk faster" And so I increased my pace when she says she wasn't referring to the speed. She wanted to slightly walk ahead of me. In her own words, "I should walk aheader than you" Now coming to Mozilla: Even as I started to you FireFox 2 quite a while back, I couldn't login to Google which was painful considering the fact that Google controls my life. Then Amrit suggested I use an IE tab plugin and I survived with that for a long time. The beginning of this sem, I got FireFox 3. now there was no IE tab plugin for it and I survived with IE for my Gmail and blogger. So yesterday I Googled up and figured out hope to login to Google using FireFox and I made it. I also got Color tabs and a Aero Silver Fox theme. My FireFox is fresh and happy. Now coming to Chrome: Just when I got hunting for FireFox plugins I also hunted for chrome since

Widget, the frog

There was a yucky yucky frog. It was creamish greenish yuckish. It sat on my window sill. I don't know how it got there. I live on the second floor. It stayed there for two days. I closed any opening so that it can't enter my room. I poked it with a plastic rod till it left. It came back again another day. This time I didn't bother. It left again after a few days. Then it returned and stayed for a while. This time I named it "Costello". Too nice a name for a frog I say. Then it left. Then I named it "Widget". Thought it suited a frog well. And it never came back. And I don't miss it.

The Atrabilious Recluse

Under the glittering stars of delight The lunatics laughed and loitered away Stupid in their celebrating stature Off they made merry and swindled away They drank from the cup of idiocy And danced in the high of sparkled spirit Careless, carefree individual smiles All combined in a frenzy minute Aloft upon the mighty mountain Sat he who triumphed and reached the peak Watched from the golden summit seat Wincing at every hysteric happy shriek Said “Fools, to merry in melancholy” Watching down from the pinnacle with amuse “Fools, to shut their eyes against reality” Not realizing he was the atrabilious recluse

Periwinkle Paradise

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I had an one hour exam at 8 in the morning. So I decided to wake up at 6 to refresh my memory. I woke up at 6. It was cold. So cold that I didn't want to get out of bed. I snoozed till 6.15. Then it got so cold I couldn't have the fan on. I got up to switch off the fan when I realised that it was raining. Not pouring, not drizzling, just raining. But again I was cold and lazy, so I snuggled into my blanket and slept. I finally did manage to wake up, mug up, and present myself in the exam room enough to manage the exam. The place where I had to go was about a fifteen minute walk from my hostel. The pathway to get there is beautiful with trees that plunge into arcs blocking the road from the sun. I usually admire the beauty on my way (when I do manage to way up for classes). But today I was in a hurry to reach early for the exam. I didn't notice any of it. My finished writing the paper in about 20 minutes and I was out in 25. Then I didn't know what to do. On the way back

Good things come in Small packages

No I didn't get a small package containing good things :) Oh DAMN! I did! I forgot! Well, that's for a different post. This post had been long standing. it;s about The God of the Small Things It's a nice contemporary book, written the way most contemporary books are written. The laws that lay down who should be loved, and how. And how much . This is the most beautiful line in the story. The most significant and true too. The writing style at some points is brilliant. Bu the best part of the book is the truthfulness of a seven year old hurt heart which stays through out even when she turns 31. The book talks about how small things in life matter. Words like : Little Girls Playing. Sweet. One beach-coloured. One brown. One Loved. One Loved a Little Less . The small things that sting, the small things the give happiness, the small things that steel your life from you, all are portrayed in this book, neatly. The character Velutha, the title of the book, suits it all. He was the

Mumbai Meri Jaan

A brilliant movie. It's about the Mumbai bomb blasts that took place in local trains. I didn't know this fact. So I was shocked for a few minutes when the blast seen happened. I should have known it, would have made it a bit easier to digest. But then had I known it I would have had pre-assumed notions about the movie. it's not about the bomb blasts. it's not about what police did or government did or didn't. It's not about the victims of the blasts. It's about the commoner of Mumbai, a commoner who has been an indirect victim. It's about a police constable who has nothing to do with the blasts, who had not been able to do justice to occupation through out his service, who is but at heart a good human being. It's about a salesman who was present during the blast, who develops hatred towards muslims, who learns the way of life. It's about an officer who was saved by a mere chance of luck, who was traumatised by the experience, who loves his count

Movie Marathon

To begin with, it's not like me to watch movies. But today morning I woke up a little earlier than usual, about 4. And I was kinda bored and alone, thought I should have been studying. But I wanted some people talking around me just to feel that three are people around me. So I started watching some movies. But before I start off, I finish an average rated movie in 20 to 30 mins (I forward most of it, and watch only if it is captivating) Aamir Someone told me it was good. I finished it in 15mins. It was absolutely boring. It didn't even have a story to make me stop and listen to a few dialogues. Yes, no doubt the climax is good but then it's so difficult to make it to the climax that you give up. The screenplay essentially was pathetic. A meek attempt to try and be different. Love Story 2050 Someone told me it pathetic. I finished it in 25mins. It had a story to keep me going. It has a Hrithik like character. It had a cute teddy robo, a cute girl robo. It had a very vague s

Don't

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Barb

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A beautiful wild untamed flower shouldn't be trapped. What happens when it is ?

W.A.T.E.R

This night the weather was nice. A pleasantly cool and humid weather. I felt like cycling. I found a junior's cycle. I found some company (rather I dragged a friend along). We went cycling, took breaks and cycled again, round and round the campus. At one particularly tired break, I got a call. As I was on the phone, a small drizzle began. I was on the phone when lightning struck and thunderbolt sounded loud enuf to shatter any one's guts. As I put the phone down and was considering returning, a huge rain began. We could not see or move as we stood under a tree. I shivered to the bone. Then when we could no longer stand under the tree, we left the cycles there and ran for cover under some building. I was completely drenched and shivering to the bone by now. Staying under cemented roof kinda got some warmth back into my body and my shivering receded. Then I looked at the storming rain, drenched and wet hair. We waited for quite a long while and then it stuck me that it might not

F.I.R.E

It was 2.30 am and I on the bed reading something absolutely unimportant when the smell of burning paper touched my nostrils. It is a smell I like, carbon burning. The Economic Times lying carelessly stashed on my keyboard was now in flames. Just one end of it. I picked it up and rolled it so that I could hold it like a burning stick. Then I thought I could just sway it and hit it against the wall and it would cut the flame. I started banging it against the wall above my dustbin. I tried to stub it out in the dustbin. But the flame burnt my hand and I let it drop into the dust bin. Everything inside my dustbin caught fire. I immediately took the dustbin outside my room and sprayed all its contents on the corridor in order to save the dustbin (besides I don't like the smell of burning plastic). I had an arc of fire around me and then I realised the dustbin I was holding was also on fire. I dropped it. Now I had fire just outside my room. Not sure What to do at 2.40 am I looked aroun

Sail Ahoy!

A beauty floated at the dock swaying slowly against the waves Tiny and simple as she was She weighed nothing at all Along the dock I walked Observed her inside out Tiny and simple as she was She weighed nothing at all Safety assured secure unfurled the sail pure white Against the blue blue sky With dreams and hopes new miles Simplicity with all shades The journey started as endless Against the blue blue sky With dreams and hopes new miles Oceans opened, breeze strong Wars waged weapons unarmed She toppled and tripped Current swayed her along Grey skies, leaking holes lightning and thunder She toppled and tripped Current swayed her along Decisions and destinations lay awaiting the little lady Against the current she swam Against the world of rules Sailed, wronged and right Sailed through the darkest night Against the current she swam Against the world of rules Still swimming, still sail Still afloat wondering Deep waters shallowed Bright salty dark Still dreaming hoping Grey sky still b

Della has an iCard

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I first moved in Then I fell in love with it Then I decided to name it Then I named it Then I wanted to display the name Then I didn't get around to do it And then I did it Here is what I did: PS: Lemme give credit to the dreamer for helping me with the alphabets

Dard-e-TISCO

Well... I was in Tata Steel for internship this summer. I was a part of a short film made by some internies. I had also previously blogged about it. Now finally here it is:

Mahadevbhai

'Mahadevbhai (1892- 1942)' Living history in a play by Ramu Ramanathan enacted by Jaimini Pathak MAHADEV DESAI was Mahatma Gandhi's secretary from 1917 till his death in 1942. Desai maintained a diary which Ramu Ramanathan has used as a source for his play Mahadevbhai (1892-1942). The play is a monologue by the incredibly talented Jaimini Pathak. Since I wasn't doing much I thought I'll drop by and check out this play that was put up on the eve of Independance day in our institute by Working Titles, which also marks the beginning of the cultural events lined up as part of the 50th Golden Jubilee Celebrations. As it began we were told it's a 2 hour monologue and I gave up. I thought I'll sit through it some 20 minutes and run away. I ended up being there all the time and along with was a friend who was dragged into this and she sat through it too. Jaimini Pathak held us captivated through the times of India's freedom struggle and as Mahadev passed away in

Sphere

Of all geometric shapes, a sphere is the most beautiful according to me. The perfection is brilliant. I had wanted to read the book titled Sphere since my 8th class. I managed to do so a week ago. Sphere - Michael Crichton A brilliant book. Need I say more. A psycho thriller that it is, it investigates the power of the mind. And the climax of the book makes you think for a few seconds. A splendidly written novel captured me through out the book and I just did not feel like putting it down. It's been long since I read passion driven novels and I thought I probably grew out of it but not this one. A brilliant read. If you haven't read it yet, I suggest you grab a copy now!

A sAturdAy

Saturday morn I had bought my mom a saree with some of my internship money. Saturday late in the morning I went to catch up with a friend who received his degree(s) the day before. He was placed in Chennai and I wasn't gonna miss him much. A phone call he received, revealed to me that he is leaving Chennai the very next day. Saturday late in the afternoon I caught up with a school friend who has been staying in Chennai for the past four years. He graduated and is leaving Chennai in a coupla days. Saturday late in the night I realised, my seniors have passed out. Saturday late in the night I realised, I m the senior now. Saturday late in the night I realised, I m on my own. Saturday late in the night I realised, I can be independent . Saturday late in the night I realised, I did something today establishing my Independence Saturday late in the night I realised, I m alone. Saturday late in the night I realised, I m gonna feel this way all the year Saturday late in the night I reali

Travel Safe

Chennai to Bengaluru - second seating Bengaluru to Visakhapatnam - sleeper class Visakhapatnam to Tatanagar - AC II tier Tatanagar to Visakhapatnam - AC II tier Visakhapatnam to Bengaluru - sleeper class Bengaluru to Chennai - sleeper class Except for the first travel in second seating, everytime I travelled, every berth I got was in the same compartment as "emergency exit" :) Lalu is taking care of me !

Yet ANoTher YeaR

:) A few phone calls all day A few phone calls the middle of the night A few friends around to hang out with An entire day from morning to night Bengalooru is the city Birthday was the speciality Turning 21 that I did Did nothing to change a bit I am 21 But still a Fairy for one PS: Puppet remembered by birthday yippee ! But madman seemed to forget :( PPS : yeay !! madman wished me :P

Recalling Jamshedpur

I distinctly am aware that my food reviews are bullshit. But each review behind it has a million memories and the blogposts helps me store them all away. I remember the cute couple in CityCafe and it makes me wanna write a post on dating. Date with a Gentle Moon Maiden Pick her up and take her to CCD, chat up for an hour maybe. They take her to Jubilee Park and go for a boat ride. I am sure she will love it. If you still have time you can catch a laser show but I am not very for it. Now take her to dinner. Here you can go two ways: Equinox or Deepurple Equinox: have a relaxed dinner but be sure not to order dessert. Walk her to Bistupur after dinner and buy her a balloon. Drop by at the ice cream shop near Novelty. Deepurple: have a relaxed dinner but be sure not to order dessert. Buy her a balloon outside the hotel from that smart little kid who sells them there. Take an auto to Bistupur and drop by at the ice cream shop near Novelty. Then walk back with the ice cream till the small s

Farewell

To all those that made my life in Jamshedpur colourful; the girls I lived with adn the guys I laughed with. All my bags are packed Im ready to go Im standin here outside your door I hate to call you up to say goodbye But the time is ticking Its late in the morn The tempo's waitin He's blowin his horn Already Im so lonesome I could die Gift's galore: a key chain blowing a bubble a tiny petalled scented candle rose little glass jewellery boxes tiny handmade cards with rainbows little cards to claim the friendship keychains and chains with intial pendents forever memories hidden in the tiny precious things

Eat Out @ Jamshedpur 5

The last in the series (to the relief of many) Centre Point - Spicy Kitchen I think it is spicy kitchen, not too sure. But it is the resturant in Centre Point hotel. Nice ambience, lots of firangees (mostly mongolian so probably from Corus). Like every other place you can drink and smoke here but we didn't see many and it didn't look like they do. The food was enjoyable but the best part is you get tea/coffee even at 11 in the night. and finally it is done !! I'm leaving Jamshedpur and I won't be eating here again (except in my mess tomorrow for lunch). A special mention : Masala Cold drink... it's different you; you must try it. Unimaginable to think that he changed Thums-Up into something so unlike it :)

Nostalgia

Nostalgia is the word, as I sit here in my office for the last time. The G Blast Furnace, Tata Steel. SO many memories. Every person from the head to the bhayya who serves us chai(which we had about 6 to 7 times a day) have become people who will be hard to forget. The people who were here when we arrived, who finished their training before us and left, who got promoted and switched departments, who got admission into univs and left the place, who guided us, who helped, whose computers we started using like our own, who told us tales about their little ones, who treated us to parties and whom we treated back after our first pay check(oh did i not blog the day i got my first paycheck ?? :| ). There are all people who make this company and this department. Eight weeks have passed so quickly. When I came here, I didn't like the place, the room, the office, the people, the language. And then slowly we get comfortable where we are. That is my man survived all these years, adaptability

DONE

Now is the time to sit back and relax So take the photographs and still frames in your mind. Hang it on a shelf In good health and good time. Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial. For what it's worth, it was worth all the while. It's something unpredictable but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life.

Salute

half an year and life moves on memories bring helplessness which causes desperation which causes tears here is a salute jus me saying i remember

MockingWorld

To Kill a Mocking Bird One day a book was published and then 48 years later I blog about it. It had such an impression on me I was shocked. I was very concerned that such books shouldn't be written and things shouldn't be written from a little girl's perpective. The bigger shock comes when I learn that the author had experienced something similar when she was ten years old. It's a strong book. Starts off simply and slightly ont he boring edge but as the plot unfolds and the life is viewed throguha little girl's eyes, it hurts and hits hard. It was made a movie. But I think it makes a better play (which it was also made).

Talking Machines

I've named my pens, my computer, my room and I sometimes talk to them. They often don;t talk back. SO when a system talks back to me, I find it cute. Hi. This is the qmail-send program at mx1.sbi.co.in. I'm afraid I wasn't able to deliver your message to the following addresses. This is a permanent error; I've given up. Sorry it didn't work out. It sounds do cute and so sorry when it says it's sorry that it dint work out :)

Eat Out @Jamshedpur 4

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Equinox It's supposedly the costliest restaurant in Jamshedpur. But we were guests being treated :) Beautiful ambiance and nice food. It is again a bar cum restaurant. But again you have families and it looks too posh. Eat out to celebrate. That is when it's perfect :)

Eat Out @ Jamshedpur 3

Deepurple Well..It's Deep Purple written in a weird fashion.. and it sounds like one of my friend's names when spoken really fast really many times To go to this place you to enter Hotel Smitha and take a left even though the board saying Deepurple is on the right. The take lift and go to the 4th floor then the lift opens behind you like in Men in Black and you enter a purple lighted world. As the name suggests it has a purple ambiance. It is a bar cum restaurant but in Jamshedpur everything is and families eat everywhere. Good food and I particularly liked the chicken kabab (may be I ve never bothered enough to remember when I ate elsewhere). It is on the costly side but when in Jamshedpur it was kinda decently cheap (may be compared to Chennai/Bengulooru). A must visit if you are going to Jamshedpur

Block O' Butterscotch

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Like I mentioned earlier, the weather in Jamshedpur is weird . A friend and I went to the market place to buy some stuff. It was a pleasant afternoon. The sky was clouded and the weather was on the verge of rainfall. After we were done with shopping we thought it would be nice to have a cup of ice cream. We walked up to 'Softy Corner' for ice cream, read the menu for a long time and debated on what we should eat. Well whatever we take it too small so we settled for a block :) Yes, an Ice cream Block. I say vanilla, he says chocolate, we settle for butterscotch. It was drizzling, so we could not eat it there and we took an auto back to my hostel. The ride up to my hostel is about 5 to 7 minutes depending on the auto driver and by the time we reached it was pouring. even with an umbrella, the two of us were half wet or rather half soaked. We arrive at my hostel, stand in the corridor under shelter and digg it. The block of butterscotch. Just the two of us. Half wet and watching t

Transformers

About Me: then: hmmm... i am dreamer... a romantic.... who lives in this world...working day in and day out... tirelessly...and down to earth... with all my poetry and my thoughts kept to myself... and wishes to live in another... so here is my blogsite... where i can escape to different world... now: change is inevitable Interests: writing poetry... listening to music... and yeah... sometimes singing my own songs... music is my passion and my drug ! Acting is my soberness ! Favourite Movies: scifi... cube.. hypercube... matrix...etc romantic ... sweethome alabama... a walk to remember... serendipity... etc anything that comes on star and hbo.... love story a walk to remember a must watch is "life is beautiful" life is beautiful RDB chak de saagara sangamam pursuit of will smith Favourite Music: rock... nirvana and pink floyd being my fav... closely followed by bryan adams... evanescence... pink... linkin park.. creed... green day... marlyn manson... started listening to tech

Adam's Universe

Well... Adam's universe is paradise. True. This one is a paradise of sarcasm. "The Restaurant at the End of the Universe" Ah! whatever I say will never suffice. The effect is this . ANd that is how I would begin to speak if I read his "Hitch-hikers Guide to the Galaxy" I should read it. So should you :)

Solitude Speaks

" "Here I am - this is me There's no where else on earth I'd rather be" So true... Fully content... " These were my words an year ago... thank to my niche that i found... I am in Jamshedpur today. It's a beautiful place to be. I have friends and I m working. It good fun and life goes on. But still. There is a different place I'd rather be. I m missing Vizag. Missing Benguluru. But most importantly, I missing DellaPrincess . Dying to get back.

HApPy BiRthDay !!!!

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Today is my blog's second birthday !!! Well actually it is yesterday - 24th June - but thanks to the time zone it is still her birthday in UK :) And my second kid made it to her 2nd birthday successfully while I never gave my first one a proper birthday celebration itself.. :( The last one year has been extremely eventful and happening one for slisha. :) Sad thoughts aside... I Blog, therefore I am !!! Three cheers to Slishacrazy Yeay! Clap clap clap!

Weird Weather

I stayed back today to catch some rest. Was all alone and watching something completely worthless on the idiot box when all of a sudden I thought I heard rain. I turned around and it was all bright and sunny outside so I dismissed the idea and went back to the stupid box. But the sound kept persisting and I walked out to the balcony. It was raining! It was bright and sunny and it was raining! :)

TISCO TIMES

A group of social animals who suppose they are over and above the intellectual capabilities of the other members of their own species and refer to themselves as IITians whose ordinary members of the species are often refered to as people, who are basically bipeds with two arms and one head were fascinated by a piece of equipment that mankind(which is a generic term for these species) believes it has invented since it does not notice that it was flicked by one of their kind from the proxima minorito shuttle space rider. To somehow use that little piece of equipment which they have come to call a digital camera they decided to record their boring gestures about their equally boring life during a training period which can be more repectfully refered to as a paid holiday. May be they could have done a better job on Frogstar B. For the sequence of gestures they required characters who are undergoing the same training of wasting their time lazying around a not-so-interesting place called Jam

Oh! My plights!

Serendipity brings you here my friend Where you share you joys But mostly it's sorrows that all you have You remember it all in glance But joys don't stay long enough A tear more precious a breathe more alive A burning pain stays through Till fire submerges Drowning yet again Why someone jots their plights Is to let no one else know To keep it within yourself And shove away the shoulder So they say ans spread Sadness across all of globe So they say and beg For the merciless mercy from all So they say and invite All the empathetic sympathy So they say "Oh! My plights!" PS: Inspiration drawn from a terribly given written All India Mock CAT conducted by T.I.M.E. Yes the test went so bad that the poetry flowed.. but mainly there was this incredible reading comprehension passage about why ppl need not go search for happiness since its not that worth it anyway and the sweetest songs come from our saddest thoughts :D

I Blog, therefor i am

I suddenly feel lucky that I blog. I really am. Every beautiful emotion I have felt, the fun, the laughter, the jokes, the sadness, the tears, the depth of every emotion, has been captured in these words. As I go back and read posts that I wrote an year ago, or may be even six months ago, I feel that emotion so strong and wonder how I've forgotten the feel and thank god that I captured it. 161 posts and still going strong, the day I forget the world this will be my most prized possession whether I continue blogging or not. And I thank my readers for supporting me :)

The Day The T.T. Table Ran Away

There is a certain movie called "The Day The Eiffel Tower Ran Away". I have no idea what it is except that it has been screened on Hallmark channel. I picked it for Dumb Charades :) Now the title aside, I suck at sports. But I always wanted to learn something. Table tennis seemed like a nice game. I had always wanted to learn it. So at GT1, where I stay in Jamshedpur I decided to play T.T. I found another girl to play with. She plays. I don't. But she was skeptical about teaching me. So we found two guys friends who play T.T. The four of us played T.T. one day. I actually attacked the ball, yippeee!!! If I play continuously for the next one month I might actually be able to play. And so I decided that every day I shall play. The next day the T.T. table was gone! Hostel renovation work! PS: shouldn't it be just tennis table and not table tennis table ?? I mean if it's tennis table it has to be a table tennis table coz u cant play any other tennis on a table !

ME!!!

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123rd page

TAGGED BY VATSAP The rules: Pick up the nearest book. Go to page 123. Find the fifth sentence. Post the next three sentences. Tag five people, and acknowledge the person who tagged you. "That is how our relationship began. The ex-IIT gang on the first floor of the Boy's hostel had been keeping a close eye on our growing friendship. They would usually settle down in Joy and Gopher's room which had a ringside view of Dadu's and then based on their observations of what each couple was doing, they would formulate their hypotheses." This turned out to be trippy indeed. Well, guess where this is from. I tag: madman , ashtung , nimit , aditya , hseeniv

Eat Out @ Jamshedpur 2

Disclaimer : I'm not a foodie and I think anything that is eatable is good. I do not spend too much time thinking about how what I just ate tasted nor on what I would like to eat as long as it fills me and doesnt get me hungry too soon. The only reason I blog about it because Jamshedpur hasn't got anything else to offer. Novelty It wasa nice homely place to have dinner, with lots of families on a Saturday night. There were all kinds of people young and old and still younger. There were teenagers, kids and babies with their parents grandparents uncles and aunts. There was a birthday party. There were a bunch of guys hanging out. And of course there was us. The food is really good and very filling. Oh by the way, naan is served in two pieces here, I guess it's three only in "Phoenix". I tried a little bit of mutton (which I generally tend to vomit out). The keema was so well-made that it didn't give the mutton after-taste. The not-too-spicy-but-yet-spicy-to-be-t

Bookish Nightmare

I walked into the old mansion. There were just two other people in the entire building except for me and my friend. One was weird looking guy standing at the entrance and waiting for us and the other was the old librarian. The mansion had a ground floor filled with books. We had to pass by it to go upstairs to our bedroom. But I was transfixed by the books I forgot my luggage and began browsing through the collection. The weird looking guy took my luggage upstairs and kept calling for me. He said I wasn't allowed to touch them. But I couldn't hear him. I was rooted to the books. I went through them I dropped to my knees and was crawling on the floor. I could hear some screams, some commotion. People don't want me here but I could not control myself. I could not do what I please. It was my knees and elbows that were leading me. My brain was filled with the books, the stories, the ideas and none of it was making any sense. A book that looked like a cool car or a plane came ro

Pot O' Gold

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A fairy decides to fill a pot with gold. She raises her wand and swooshes it. The beautiful band of golden light descends upon the world and starts filling in a pot. The fairy dust is seen all around like firworks of gold. The world is blessed. Does it only happen in the land of magic ? Well then I guess I went on a trip to magic land. As I stood watching the molten iron fill into a huge torpedo (that's what the pot is called) I was transported to the fairyland. The molten metal didn't seem to be flowing; it was like aband of light quitely filling a pot with gold. And the sparks here and there, the splashes, were like the fairy dust sprinkling all over to bless us. Yes, the twilight fairy has found her fairyland!

Eventual Eve

About 10 days ago, I had walked in to the office I shall be working in with two other internies; one was a guy from IIT Roorkee and the other was a girl from NIT Jamshedpur. Except for the two of us, there were no other women to be seen. Within a day we got information that there was just one female employee in the building. I ran into her one day and she told me that she was here for some official purpose and she doesn't really work here. What else can you expect at an office that runs a blast furnace! "I really wish some guys join here!". This was the asperated statement made by the male internie I was earlier talking about. It came as the result of two girls joining in this week in our departmenet as internies. Today when I saw a couple of guys hanging around and said that they looked like internies, he was desperately wishing them to be and uttered that statement which made me roll over in peels peals of laughter. Imagine a work environment with only male employees a

Labels

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I just happened to observe this on the left-hand side of my Posts page: It makes me happy: That I blah a lot :D That I am living an IITian Life That I think a lot and build up on my philosophy in life That I've been reading a lot of books That have started my Intern dairies It makes me sad: That I haven't been writing and haven't written articles to The Hindu in a loooooooooong time That music which is like an inevitable part of my life hasn't been blogged about much That change is the in thing no longer in my life, except that I'm at Jamshedpur That I haven't been taking many peeks into the past recently Stats: Happy = 5 Sad = 4 Yeay ! Clap clap clap I'm happy and sad but on the happier side of the two :)

Malarial Silence

The Calcutta Chromosome - Amitav Ghosh I chanced upon this novel when a team presented it for the course, "Contemporary Indian Novel and Drama in English" which I took last semester. The distinguishing feature about this novel is that, it doesn't end when the book finishes. It stays in your head for some more time till you actually get the story right. It takes time for you to comprehend. And what you comprehend may or may not be what the author wanted you to comprehend. May be the author did not want you to comprehend anything in particular but rather left it open ended for you to comprehend whatever pleases you or may be the author left it abruptly ended because it was too obvious to comprehend the rest though I didn't turn out to be as smart as he expected his readers to be. Yes, it's confusing. That's why I said 'distinguishing' and not the usual words like best or worst. It just distinguishes it from other novels. It talks about the research find

Eat Out @ Jamshedpur

Disclaimer: I'm not a foodie and I think anything that is eatable is good. I do not spend too much time thinking about how what I just ate tasted nor on what I would like to eat as long as it fills me and doesnt get me hungry too soon. The only reason I blog about it because Jamshedpur hasn't got anything else to offer. CCD Luckily, they have a CCD here! It's like any other simple CCD, with chairs and tables and a couch or two. They, also like any other simple CCD serve coffee, frappe, chocolate fantasy and the soda machine may not work. This is one place where you find girls so you don't feel awkward being one. The crowd is decent, since there is no other coffee shop or fast food place to hangout at. The music is good with Nirvana and the likes. A nice place to hangout. Chappan Bhog A road-side eatery with Indian fast food. A nice variety of sweets, chat, lassi, juices, (he even claims of idly-dosa-stuff but I didn't try it out). The food is really good and the spr

Wknd#2@Jam

I took the Saturday afternoon off so I can attend the Mock-CAT (yes I'm attending Mock CATs) in peace. But as it turned out, we don't have one this week. And I heard there is party in our hostel (where I stay with General Trainess or GTs in GT1) and there is no dinner unless you attend the party. Now I didn't want to gate crash so I left for dinner outside with a coupla friends. When we came back and sat in the TV room in GT1, a GT came in and introduced himself. We got some ice cream and I left upstairs while the guys partied. [ In A block, the girls live on the first floor and guys live on the ground floor. ] I watched along with the other girls from the balcony as the guys had one well-behaved wild party :) . It was nice to see that they are all still like under-graduates. It also coincided with the inauguration of the H Blast Furnace, the biggest in the country with a production of nearly 2.2 million tonnes per annum, witrh a capacity of 2.5 mtpa. The G Blast Furnace w

Hosseini's Kabul

The Kite Runner Hmmm ... Now what do I think about it ?! It was a story of sadness suffering repentance acceptance forgiveness and blah and blah and blah. I know it was supposed to be a great book and all but it just did not move me. It was like a local language serial that moves on and on with twists and turns and the storyline seemed like all the hardships and difficulties in the world will come down and blowup on the central characters of the novel. I know it's a very serious novel and has touched many hearts and I apologize for so vehemently criticizing the novel. Yes, I pity the hardships the characters faced. Yes many of them are terrible and have happened in real life too and war has destroyed many lives and homes. I agree. But what makes me criticize is that the spirit of the book. It didn't feel genuine. It didn't feel like it was written to show out the suffering or to speak of human values. It seemed like it was aimed at making you cry so that it can be a best-se

The Devil Speaks

Eh ! not on this post... But in the novel "Devil and Ms Prym " by Paulo Coelho . It was like a 'Tom & Jerry" cartoon! Each of us has the devil and the angel next to us affecting our thought :) Kinda cute. But I found it boring and draggy. As one goes through the book the way people think is slowly transformed. It's nice how Coelho portrayed people and their thoughts and their nature. We all want to be good. And even when we are doing something considered unethical by ourselves we still lie to ourselves and justify the act. It's trippy . As in : Person A A decides what is good and bad A feels like doing what is decided previously as bad A cannot do bad A twists the idea and makes it sound like the previously decided good A convinces the conscience that the might be bad deed is actually good A convinces but the necessity of convincing comes from the fact that A thinks that the act that A is portraying as good was actually considered bad by A only. A do

Life @ Jamshedpur

Ah! Been long since I had proper Internet access. And longer since I blogged. Updates: I m in Jamshedpur! :) Why? : For my internship in Tata Steel. I'm here for 8 weeks and I 'work' at the G Blast Furnace. My project makes me do something like study a few machines and improve them. And I have no idea how! But the molten metal I tell you is soooooo beautiful. It flows and radiates like liquid gold. Someone said it right when they said "A country that has steel has the gold". Been into the plant a couple of times and I'll remember this experience. About work, it's well not really work. I haven't done anything as yet. But yeah going around and talking to people. People are nice and friendly and are willing to help on the contrary to what i heard before Icame. Another observation : in the G BF office there is just one female employee and two female trainees (including me). It goes without saying that the only language acceptable here is Hindi. So yes I sp