It has really been a long time since this space has been filled. I am not too sure but I think the 7 months of stay in this city has changed me. Now my mum has also started reading my blogs and her comments are straight. She just calls me up and tells it right on my face. So I am restraining myself from writing things that may sound unconventional for people from my home town.
So far Delhi has been good. Winter was superb. That was something I had never experienced and I just loved it. Now I am sitting after splashing my dress with water. I was at my local guardian’s place. The kids there and I are in a self destruction mode after filling the water balloons and ending up splashing the water on ourselves. This is my first holi. The holi celebrated at mec was friendly while this is more aggressive and in its true sense. I am enjoying the fun. I don’t know why, but here I go out to get covered in colours while in mec I never used to go to college on that day to be part of it.
Then there was the jaipur trip. Me, mary, tina, lavanya, priyanka, joseph, deepu and sreejith. It was fun especially the night at chowkithani.We could see the true spirit of Rajasthan there – the folk music, the food etc. In mec I never used to go for even a trip. I never regret that. It was my second visit to Jaipur. The city never changes, the pink buildings, the same forts.
Then there was the admission for 2009 batch last week. That was a great experience. I went there on the first day thinking I will come back in the noon. But then I stayed there the whole 3 days because interacting with some 400 or more students isn’t an opportunity you get everyday. I thoroughly enjoyed every moment even though it was tedious being at DMS from 7.30am till 5.30 pm on these 3 days. Every single person appreciated our video and pagal guy is flooded with great reviews. Thanks to all the candidates who made it a memorable event for all the people working for the admissions.
Life isn’t all perfect here. I miss my loved ones here. I miss all the people who were with me 7 months back. I don’t miss Kerala or the language or the food. I miss the people. Something I have never talked about is the people in my life. All my posts were about me and what I think or do. I don’t have many friends. But I treasure the ones I have. My personal life has always been a mystery to others. 99% of people who knows me have no idea about that part of me. No, I have no intention of revealing it in this post. But I will write a post about the most special people in my life. Many tell me that I am the kind of girl who will have no boyfriend. I am not commenting. I am leaving it for others to judge. If at all I have a boy friend, I know most people will think “Oh God save that man.”I will say that those will be people who don’t know me. People fall for the outward appearance and attitude I portray without thinking a bit more about it.
I read a blog last week where the blogger has published his experience of a crush he had in his tuition class when he was in 11th. Things like these are fun to read now. I went to the same tuition class and he was a person who had the reputation among us of not even looking at a girl and to know now that he had a crush! Everyone has got their fair share of crushes in their teenage. I also had mine. Just that no one knew. I never used to tell it to anyone. It was a very short list. I can count them in my hands. As I said I never had a person to confide everything to till mec. There was one person there who will listen to all my jokes, my dreams, my crushes and every stupid thing I would say. That was one of the main reasons why mec is so dear to me.
My class mates are getting married one by one. This has definitely set my mother on high alert. I am clear about the kind of person I want to spend my life with. I may or may not get anyone like that still I know what I want. I know me well and so it is easy for me to give a description of the most compatible person. There is a very close friend of mine. I promised him I will not write anything about him in my blog when we had a fight but I am breaking that now. Still I regard him as my best friend though he doesn’t feel that close to me now. I consider him so because he knew me well more than I knew myself. He was able to clear my mind and tell me what I will be happy with when I was standing in the middle of nowhere confused. I come out with all this out of the world qualities that my guy should have and my mother mock at me saying we might have to make someone with these qualities and wait for the person to get old enough to marry me.
I may sound a bit quixotic... but I feel that marriages are made in heaven. To end up with that person is really pre decided. No, I am not starting off with the tag line of Dil tho pagal hai. But marriage is definitely one thing that we cannot bang on. I see lots of relations around me – a few serious ones, many flings, a few where the people themselves don’t know what they are doing etc. From all these, what I understood is that it is the most difficult to find a steady and serious relation which will end up in marriage. People have different perspectives about how they should live their life before marriage. Some girls say that they should enjoy their life fullest before getting married. I think that you can enjoy life to the fullest only when you are with the person you love the most. I don’t think that being in a relation is bad. It is actually good if you find someone who is that compatible with you. But according to me, all such relations should lead to marriage. So you may tell me you are not sure, arre yaar then why get into the relation in the first place?
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Confused!!!
I think i have lost the enthusiasm to blog... Maybe it is because nothing much is happening. Or it maybe 'coz I am enjoying the low profile I have now. Or is it coz i have people around me who i can confide to and speak my mind out. Anyway, i think it is good i take a break from this... Go into hiding...
I don't believe in running out of topics... coz u can write about anything... But it is nice to take a break from everything 'coz i myself has started feeling that my writings are monotonous..
So the next time i blog will be the time I have something that interesting or when i want to scream out to the world what I feel
I don't believe in running out of topics... coz u can write about anything... But it is nice to take a break from everything 'coz i myself has started feeling that my writings are monotonous..
So the next time i blog will be the time I have something that interesting or when i want to scream out to the world what I feel
Sunday, December 7, 2008
To feel India - fly Air India
I have lots to write... Terrorism to ending the first semester to my summer placements. I havent written about all those stuff... Personally, I am having fun and a hectic schedule at DMS. Thanks to me getting into the Parivartan committee... which organises our annual B fest. That takes up my free time if at all i have any.
So let me write about my flight back home. IC 465 from Dehi to Trivandrum via Kochi. So my friend and I got in to this supposed to be luxurious aircraft to reach back home. We took our seats and i was hoping to catch up on my long lost sleep. I was really tired with the packing ... We have to pack our stuff at the end of each semester and vacate our rooms as if we are never gonna come back.. thts a hell of a job.
Yea, so i sat down thinking of being in the lap of luxury... suddenly i heard something whizz pass me... a fly.. a fly inside the Indian Airlines. It went and sat on the the turban of the sardar sitting in front of me. My friend then rightly said... "welcome to air INDIA"... I wouldn't have been surprised at all if a rat had ran by on the floor...
The seats were pathetic and dirty... The food wasn't upto the mark. When i got out of the flight i saw my hand red and swollen... Guess what... A bed bug bit me in the flight!!!
Everyone to whom I said this was laughing like anything... And my best friend started teasing me coz i had started to support IA coz I had been travelling in it for quite some months now.
Then i heard a news report on Dec 5 - The following is the news excerpt from THe Hindu dated dec 6th, 2008:
Flight IC-465 was initially delayed as the aircraft designated to fly on the Delhi-Thiruvananthapuram sector was coming from Patna and was running late. Since the incoming flight was late, the outgoing flight too got affected.“Once the plane landed, the passengers boarded the plane around 7-50 p.m. That’s when the pilot noticed a technical snag and the aircraft had to be changed. So the passengers had to be de-boarded. Another aircraft was available, but it had to be brought from the hangar to the allotted parking bay. That took some time as the plane had to cross a few taxiways to reach there,” claimed an airline official.
However, two Members of Parliament, who were among the passengers, reportedly refused to board the aircraft.
“The flight finally took off at 10-15 p.m., without the two MPs,” the official added.
I heard in a local news channel that the reason why the 2 MPs didnt get off the original aircraft was that they were complaining of the poor plight of the aircrafts that are to fly in the Delhi- Tvm route. They wanted a confirmation from the minister himself about the change of flight. But in vain and the pilot had to fly without the MPs coz of the rest of the passengers.
The motives of the MPs are genuine this time coz I have had my experience just 2 days before ... This shows the interest with which the aviation sector maintains its carriers. And it is losing its customers 'coz of this. Next time i will try my best to avoid boarding an Indian Airlines flight.
So let me write about my flight back home. IC 465 from Dehi to Trivandrum via Kochi. So my friend and I got in to this supposed to be luxurious aircraft to reach back home. We took our seats and i was hoping to catch up on my long lost sleep. I was really tired with the packing ... We have to pack our stuff at the end of each semester and vacate our rooms as if we are never gonna come back.. thts a hell of a job.
Yea, so i sat down thinking of being in the lap of luxury... suddenly i heard something whizz pass me... a fly.. a fly inside the Indian Airlines. It went and sat on the the turban of the sardar sitting in front of me. My friend then rightly said... "welcome to air INDIA"... I wouldn't have been surprised at all if a rat had ran by on the floor...
The seats were pathetic and dirty... The food wasn't upto the mark. When i got out of the flight i saw my hand red and swollen... Guess what... A bed bug bit me in the flight!!!
Everyone to whom I said this was laughing like anything... And my best friend started teasing me coz i had started to support IA coz I had been travelling in it for quite some months now.
Then i heard a news report on Dec 5 - The following is the news excerpt from THe Hindu dated dec 6th, 2008:
Flight IC-465 was initially delayed as the aircraft designated to fly on the Delhi-Thiruvananthapuram sector was coming from Patna and was running late. Since the incoming flight was late, the outgoing flight too got affected.“Once the plane landed, the passengers boarded the plane around 7-50 p.m. That’s when the pilot noticed a technical snag and the aircraft had to be changed. So the passengers had to be de-boarded. Another aircraft was available, but it had to be brought from the hangar to the allotted parking bay. That took some time as the plane had to cross a few taxiways to reach there,” claimed an airline official.
However, two Members of Parliament, who were among the passengers, reportedly refused to board the aircraft.
“The flight finally took off at 10-15 p.m., without the two MPs,” the official added.
I heard in a local news channel that the reason why the 2 MPs didnt get off the original aircraft was that they were complaining of the poor plight of the aircrafts that are to fly in the Delhi- Tvm route. They wanted a confirmation from the minister himself about the change of flight. But in vain and the pilot had to fly without the MPs coz of the rest of the passengers.
The motives of the MPs are genuine this time coz I have had my experience just 2 days before ... This shows the interest with which the aviation sector maintains its carriers. And it is losing its customers 'coz of this. Next time i will try my best to avoid boarding an Indian Airlines flight.
Monday, October 13, 2008
I’m loving it!
Now my life isn’t that boring. There are lots and lots of exciting things happening. But I just don’t feel like writing because otherwise I wouldn’t know where to start from. The most interesting thing about my life now is its unpredictability. I am a person who used to plan out everything in my life. The last 3 months taught me to take life more easily.
Eventful!!! That was the last 3 months.
I came to know the person who had been hiding inside me. I like her better than the old me. My dad and mum came to drop me in Delhi. And on the eve of my joining, my dad had a heart attack and he was in the hospital. I went to join my new college seeing my dad in the midst of tubes in the ICU. He was then shifted to one of the best heart speciality hospitals in Delhi. He was in the ICU for 6 days and they performed a surgery. I liked the way I handled the whole situation, supporting my mum who was so lost in this new place. I was able to heave a sigh of relief only after they landed in Trivandrum.
So I thought the worst was over. What more can happen? I will just go through the last 1 month of my life. I am unsure of how many people actually read this blog. This serves more as a memoir for me so that I can understand how I was at each point of time. So here goes... I’ll start of from September 3rd , 2008– the day before I turned 22 and the day our first minor test got over.
September 3rd , Thursday:
11.30pm – I get a call from my class mate asking me to come to department as I have to discuss with them about the teacher’s day celebrations. I didn’t suspect anything even though all of us in the mallu gang meet at 12 am for each others birthday because it was no onoe from the ‘gang’ calling and the reason seemed genuine.
11.45pm – I reach department to find no one concerned there and wondering what is happening.
September 4th:
12 am – People appear out of no where and I am taken into a room where there is a big birthday cake! Yea, it was the most surprising birthday celebration I had with almost half the class there.
1 am - I am sitting with the members of the mallu gang at Nescafe where we had a small celebration again.
3 am- I was washing out the cake from my hair
8 am – I wake up for breakfast and start working on the invite I have to give the teachers for the teacher’s day celebration.
10 am – I succumb to the pressure of my friends and go for “Rock on”
2pm- We return back to campus
5pm- I finish the invite and rush to class
9pm – Class is over and I start with the compering script for the next day
Friday , September 5th, :
1.30 am – I am in the lounge with Joseph and still half way through the script
9 am- I wake up with high fever and go back to sleep after taking a crocin.
2 pm – I wake up remembering about the event I hav to compere at 5.30 pm
5.30 pm – I am on the stage dressed in complete formals feeling really tired.
7.30 pm – I collapse after getting down the stage
10.00pm- I am admitted in the IIT hospital with 104 degree temperature and the duty doc wouldn’t allow me to travel in such a situation to my local guardian’s place. I understood the reason once I tried to stand up and fell back in the bed with my head spinning. Thanks to Sreejith who stayed back all night for me.
Saturday, September 6th:
5 am – I left for my local guardian’s place. My roomie packed my bag as I might have to stay there till Monday.
7am – I reach there and went directly to the bed.
9pm – I understand that its not the ordinary viral fever I always get. I don’t feel any temperature but the thermometer shows nothing less than 100 degree at any point of time. Finally, my local guardian and I concluded that the instrument was damaged.
Sunday, September 7th:
10am- I am taken to hospital so that I will be fit and fine to return by monday or latest Wednesday. The doctor says I am having some kind of viral fever and have to take numerous blood tests.
5pm – The result of blood test states that I have a very low platelet count but the dengue test is negative.
Monday, September 8th:
9 am – My father tells me to get into the flight at 4.30 pm from Delhi to Trivandrum.
3.30 pm – I reach airport and am taken around in a wheel chair
10.30pm – I reach Trivandrum half dead with practically no luggage. During the flight I understood that I couldn't even stand straight without someone helping me. All I could remember was being pushed in the wheel chair to my mother who came running to hug me.
That was too much for my family as my dad had returned from Delhi, in the same flight, one and a half months back, the same manner – in a wheel chair.
Tuesday, September 9th:
10 am: I am at the hospital trying my best not to trouble the people there and trying to walk. But in vain, I needed a wheel chair. I fainted in the wheel chair and was transferred to a stretcher and I just remember people running around me, pushing me to get medicines that would revive me. My doctor congratulated me for making it alone in this condition
Nothing much happened in the next 1 week with me in the hospital. I tried to cheer up my mother who was really down by this time. I don’t blame her. Her husband was saved from almost death, her father was hospitalised for the previous 2 weeks and her daughter was now lying, u can say almost dead, with some deadly disease. I was so pale and lost 5 kg in 5 days that people hardly recognised me.
I recovered... my doctor gives credit to my diet and my age for the rate at which I got back. I was so proud. I think he never thought seeing my frame work that I will get over it in such a short time. But then it took me almost a month to be back to what I was and that too with strict diet and not doing anything. Big thanks to all my class mates and even seniors at DMS. Everyone did what ever they could to make sure that I wasn’t missing anything and that I was comfortable.
Why I wrote this was to understand when I read it back I will understand that there are things that are not in my hand or any ones. Things can go wrong however well we plan. When I was cutting that cake, little did I know that I was going to be home in 4 days!
So here I am back in Delhi... I missed 5 weeks of classes on the whole. Today it is the 12th of October and at 11pm I am writing my blog. I have a presentation tomorrow at 10 am for which I hav to start preparing. Then another one on Tuesday at 9 am - for which my group hasn’t even decided the topic. From Wednesday to Sunday we have the minor test 2.
What will I say... I haven’t even attended a single class from 1st minor. Leave alone studying!
I am looking forward to the chilling cold that starts in November. I have never stayed at a place below 10 degree for more than a week. That sounds fun. After minors, we get our sem break and diwali clubbed. We all have to go winter shopping by then. Then there will be major exams by November end. Then we have to start a whole lot of planning for Parivartan – the annual B fest of DMS, IIT delhi and I am in the organising committee of this huge event or “Pari” as we all fondly call it.
Now I know nothing will go if we plan. I am taking life as it comes – not pressurising me or anyone around. I know everything happens for a reason and I trust the person above blindly. He will let only the best things happen to us. I never troubled him or became angry at what He did to me or my dad. I just prayed that He give me and my family the strength to come out of the testing times.
Life goes on... And I’m loving it!!!
Eventful!!! That was the last 3 months.
I came to know the person who had been hiding inside me. I like her better than the old me. My dad and mum came to drop me in Delhi. And on the eve of my joining, my dad had a heart attack and he was in the hospital. I went to join my new college seeing my dad in the midst of tubes in the ICU. He was then shifted to one of the best heart speciality hospitals in Delhi. He was in the ICU for 6 days and they performed a surgery. I liked the way I handled the whole situation, supporting my mum who was so lost in this new place. I was able to heave a sigh of relief only after they landed in Trivandrum.
So I thought the worst was over. What more can happen? I will just go through the last 1 month of my life. I am unsure of how many people actually read this blog. This serves more as a memoir for me so that I can understand how I was at each point of time. So here goes... I’ll start of from September 3rd , 2008– the day before I turned 22 and the day our first minor test got over.
September 3rd , Thursday:
11.30pm – I get a call from my class mate asking me to come to department as I have to discuss with them about the teacher’s day celebrations. I didn’t suspect anything even though all of us in the mallu gang meet at 12 am for each others birthday because it was no onoe from the ‘gang’ calling and the reason seemed genuine.
11.45pm – I reach department to find no one concerned there and wondering what is happening.
September 4th:
12 am – People appear out of no where and I am taken into a room where there is a big birthday cake! Yea, it was the most surprising birthday celebration I had with almost half the class there.
1 am - I am sitting with the members of the mallu gang at Nescafe where we had a small celebration again.
3 am- I was washing out the cake from my hair
8 am – I wake up for breakfast and start working on the invite I have to give the teachers for the teacher’s day celebration.
10 am – I succumb to the pressure of my friends and go for “Rock on”
2pm- We return back to campus
5pm- I finish the invite and rush to class
9pm – Class is over and I start with the compering script for the next day
Friday , September 5th, :
1.30 am – I am in the lounge with Joseph and still half way through the script
9 am- I wake up with high fever and go back to sleep after taking a crocin.
2 pm – I wake up remembering about the event I hav to compere at 5.30 pm
5.30 pm – I am on the stage dressed in complete formals feeling really tired.
7.30 pm – I collapse after getting down the stage
10.00pm- I am admitted in the IIT hospital with 104 degree temperature and the duty doc wouldn’t allow me to travel in such a situation to my local guardian’s place. I understood the reason once I tried to stand up and fell back in the bed with my head spinning. Thanks to Sreejith who stayed back all night for me.
Saturday, September 6th:
5 am – I left for my local guardian’s place. My roomie packed my bag as I might have to stay there till Monday.
7am – I reach there and went directly to the bed.
9pm – I understand that its not the ordinary viral fever I always get. I don’t feel any temperature but the thermometer shows nothing less than 100 degree at any point of time. Finally, my local guardian and I concluded that the instrument was damaged.
Sunday, September 7th:
10am- I am taken to hospital so that I will be fit and fine to return by monday or latest Wednesday. The doctor says I am having some kind of viral fever and have to take numerous blood tests.
5pm – The result of blood test states that I have a very low platelet count but the dengue test is negative.
Monday, September 8th:
9 am – My father tells me to get into the flight at 4.30 pm from Delhi to Trivandrum.
3.30 pm – I reach airport and am taken around in a wheel chair
10.30pm – I reach Trivandrum half dead with practically no luggage. During the flight I understood that I couldn't even stand straight without someone helping me. All I could remember was being pushed in the wheel chair to my mother who came running to hug me.
That was too much for my family as my dad had returned from Delhi, in the same flight, one and a half months back, the same manner – in a wheel chair.
Tuesday, September 9th:
10 am: I am at the hospital trying my best not to trouble the people there and trying to walk. But in vain, I needed a wheel chair. I fainted in the wheel chair and was transferred to a stretcher and I just remember people running around me, pushing me to get medicines that would revive me. My doctor congratulated me for making it alone in this condition
Nothing much happened in the next 1 week with me in the hospital. I tried to cheer up my mother who was really down by this time. I don’t blame her. Her husband was saved from almost death, her father was hospitalised for the previous 2 weeks and her daughter was now lying, u can say almost dead, with some deadly disease. I was so pale and lost 5 kg in 5 days that people hardly recognised me.
I recovered... my doctor gives credit to my diet and my age for the rate at which I got back. I was so proud. I think he never thought seeing my frame work that I will get over it in such a short time. But then it took me almost a month to be back to what I was and that too with strict diet and not doing anything. Big thanks to all my class mates and even seniors at DMS. Everyone did what ever they could to make sure that I wasn’t missing anything and that I was comfortable.
Why I wrote this was to understand when I read it back I will understand that there are things that are not in my hand or any ones. Things can go wrong however well we plan. When I was cutting that cake, little did I know that I was going to be home in 4 days!
So here I am back in Delhi... I missed 5 weeks of classes on the whole. Today it is the 12th of October and at 11pm I am writing my blog. I have a presentation tomorrow at 10 am for which I hav to start preparing. Then another one on Tuesday at 9 am - for which my group hasn’t even decided the topic. From Wednesday to Sunday we have the minor test 2.
What will I say... I haven’t even attended a single class from 1st minor. Leave alone studying!
I am looking forward to the chilling cold that starts in November. I have never stayed at a place below 10 degree for more than a week. That sounds fun. After minors, we get our sem break and diwali clubbed. We all have to go winter shopping by then. Then there will be major exams by November end. Then we have to start a whole lot of planning for Parivartan – the annual B fest of DMS, IIT delhi and I am in the organising committee of this huge event or “Pari” as we all fondly call it.
Now I know nothing will go if we plan. I am taking life as it comes – not pressurising me or anyone around. I know everything happens for a reason and I trust the person above blindly. He will let only the best things happen to us. I never troubled him or became angry at what He did to me or my dad. I just prayed that He give me and my family the strength to come out of the testing times.
Life goes on... And I’m loving it!!!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
LOST IN TRANSITION
September 23... The last post was in July. This was a transition period and I was lost in that. When I started blogging I promised that I will post at least 1 post a month. I couldn't even keep up to that. But still I could have written something if I wanted to. Every one has just 24 hours and we can do anything if we wanted to. I was going through one of the lowest times of my life these 3 months. It’s just that I didn’t want to write anything.
No, I wasn’t quite mystified by the MBA course or the odd timings it trained us to work in. I was expecting all that... maybe more severe than what it is in DMS. Things in my personal life took quite a turn which affected me, my attitude and everything in what I do. I will never forget these 3 months of my life.
One of my friends rightly told me that once we are out of college we face the life with all its harsh realities. It’s so true. Be it job, higher studies – abroad or here- we move a bit closer to the real life. Inside the college we were so secure... those walls protecting us from the real world.
So September came and I celebrated my 22nd birthday in the 1st week. The next day I got hospitalised for the first time in my life. I was diagnosed with sever dengue fever. I was literally air lifted. I landed back home in a wheel chair on September 7th. I was rushed to the hospital the next day morning and there I lay for 6 long days. I was grumbling all the week before that this will be the first Onam that I wouldn’t be at home. God answered my prayer. I spend Onam in the hospital not able to eat anything but rice soup the whole week.
But all these incidents in the last months made me understood that I am stronger than I thought I was. One good thing that I understood and practise now is never expect anything from anyone. Life becomes so simple after that. More than half of the problems in relation ships, what ever colour they are in, will be solved. I remember a senior at IIT Delhi telling me that you make life long friends at school and degree but not for your MBA. I am not sure whether that is true. I will be in a better position to comment on that after 1 and a half years. Though you can’t generalise this, mostly it will be close friends for surviving the 2 years and the it will be “just friends”.
Now I don’t keep analysing whether I am happy or sad. But I am here. One of the good B schools in the country... I made the choice. No one is to be blamed or absolved. But the feeling of insecurity grows on you.
Well all these shouldn’t confuse anyone about the college that I am a part of now. It’s absolutely wonderful and a privilege to be associated with IIT Delhi. I understood that there is a very different world out there. I came to know that you can learn engineering like this too ... very different from what I saw in MEC. Now I am sitting at home for more than 2 weeks but I hate to take this break. I am raring to go back and be a part of the whole fun... yea, fun in a different way it is. You never know hours passing by there. Hours there are like minutes at home. Maybe my mother was complaining that I don’t even talk to her at Delhi that I was brought back for so long in quite an unexpected break.
Every one should have one period of their life studying at an Indian Institute, just to know the difference. I like my new college. But I can’t compare it with MEC. MEC is one place which gave me lot of things in life – both good and bad... of course; the good out weighs the bad.
And the city is brimming with life. I would have liked everything about Delhi if it weren’t for the climate and the water. And of course the sporadic blasts. I feel no one there is really worried about their safety. They all have learned to live with that fear. For someone who has never stayed outside Kerala except for holidays, Delhi seemed more like a culture shock. But i too am beginning to like that place.
Everyone I know has moved on in life... Some even getting married. It’s a transition phase for all of us. We are all getting used to the new life and also the lives of others around. Most of them have gone serious, unlike what I saw them in school or college. It will be childish if I say I want to come back to MEC. That phase is over and I should be careful to make sure the next phase is the best in my life. And I hope IIT D leaves a smile on my face, when I look at the snaps after 3 years of the time I spend there, just like what MEC does to me now.
No, I wasn’t quite mystified by the MBA course or the odd timings it trained us to work in. I was expecting all that... maybe more severe than what it is in DMS. Things in my personal life took quite a turn which affected me, my attitude and everything in what I do. I will never forget these 3 months of my life.
One of my friends rightly told me that once we are out of college we face the life with all its harsh realities. It’s so true. Be it job, higher studies – abroad or here- we move a bit closer to the real life. Inside the college we were so secure... those walls protecting us from the real world.
So September came and I celebrated my 22nd birthday in the 1st week. The next day I got hospitalised for the first time in my life. I was diagnosed with sever dengue fever. I was literally air lifted. I landed back home in a wheel chair on September 7th. I was rushed to the hospital the next day morning and there I lay for 6 long days. I was grumbling all the week before that this will be the first Onam that I wouldn’t be at home. God answered my prayer. I spend Onam in the hospital not able to eat anything but rice soup the whole week.
But all these incidents in the last months made me understood that I am stronger than I thought I was. One good thing that I understood and practise now is never expect anything from anyone. Life becomes so simple after that. More than half of the problems in relation ships, what ever colour they are in, will be solved. I remember a senior at IIT Delhi telling me that you make life long friends at school and degree but not for your MBA. I am not sure whether that is true. I will be in a better position to comment on that after 1 and a half years. Though you can’t generalise this, mostly it will be close friends for surviving the 2 years and the it will be “just friends”.
Now I don’t keep analysing whether I am happy or sad. But I am here. One of the good B schools in the country... I made the choice. No one is to be blamed or absolved. But the feeling of insecurity grows on you.
Well all these shouldn’t confuse anyone about the college that I am a part of now. It’s absolutely wonderful and a privilege to be associated with IIT Delhi. I understood that there is a very different world out there. I came to know that you can learn engineering like this too ... very different from what I saw in MEC. Now I am sitting at home for more than 2 weeks but I hate to take this break. I am raring to go back and be a part of the whole fun... yea, fun in a different way it is. You never know hours passing by there. Hours there are like minutes at home. Maybe my mother was complaining that I don’t even talk to her at Delhi that I was brought back for so long in quite an unexpected break.
Every one should have one period of their life studying at an Indian Institute, just to know the difference. I like my new college. But I can’t compare it with MEC. MEC is one place which gave me lot of things in life – both good and bad... of course; the good out weighs the bad.
And the city is brimming with life. I would have liked everything about Delhi if it weren’t for the climate and the water. And of course the sporadic blasts. I feel no one there is really worried about their safety. They all have learned to live with that fear. For someone who has never stayed outside Kerala except for holidays, Delhi seemed more like a culture shock. But i too am beginning to like that place.
Everyone I know has moved on in life... Some even getting married. It’s a transition phase for all of us. We are all getting used to the new life and also the lives of others around. Most of them have gone serious, unlike what I saw them in school or college. It will be childish if I say I want to come back to MEC. That phase is over and I should be careful to make sure the next phase is the best in my life. And I hope IIT D leaves a smile on my face, when I look at the snaps after 3 years of the time I spend there, just like what MEC does to me now.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Self-contemplation!
When angry, count four... This is a famous quote by Mark Twain. Now when some one is angry, people say that the person loses his rational capacity. Anger is a short term of madness. When I am angry, I also forget that I have to start counting. But this definitely works, but the problem is more than 90% of the time I forget that I have to count. Personally, I get angry very fast and cool down faster than that. I blurt out something, thanks to my short temper, but it takes me less than half an hour to regain my old self and I am full of apologies. All my close friends know this, and only they can understand me.
I have met people who are worse than me (though, that group is a minority ;)). Every one has the right to feel irritated and wretched at some point of time. But when someone starts shouting at me angrily, I just keep quiet and listen. I think I have immense patience in hearing out people when they are in a wretched situation.
There will be lots of things going in my head at the same point of time. So there will be many instances, when I may appear thoroughly attentive but I won’t be hearing anything that you are saying. But I replay it after storing in my buffer. So there will be lots of instances when my response can be too slow and you can call me tube light.
Another problem is that if I get into a hassle with anyone, that will stay in my mind and I will have no peace of mind until I sort it out. The biggest problem is that when something like this stays in mind, it adversely affects my dealings with others. That frustration comes out in the form of anger even to the slightest folly that any one else does. This is a very childish and immature behaviour of mine. And I am sure that everyone will feel insecure at some point or the other. I am trying out things that take me out of that situation. Sitting alone, not talking to anyone, taking a drive, listening to music and now writing this blog... yea, that’s definitely helping :).
I take a lot of time to get close friends with anyone. Maybe, it’s because I have been taught never to trust anyone and I am prejudiced about some matters. But once I am friends with I claim to be the most sincere person anyone can find. I’ll see through any flaws of my friends. But the best complement that I have got from my friend (who is my worst critic, as well) is that I have improved so much in the last 4 years. I thank my life in Cochin for that. And that’s one of the main reasons why the last 4 years is so dear to me.
Everybody who knows me will have a different impression about me. The thing I hate the most is that most people is too judging. Unfortunately, my home town is also filled with a bunch of narrow minded people, worse than anywhere in the state. So that’s my policy, I don’t go after people begging to correct their impression about me. I think there is no need to do that. We cannot convince anyone about anything if they are already convinced themselves. So I tell myself that they just missed the opportunity to be my friend. Sometimes, I lose it. Everyone does at one point or the other.
So this will be how I’ll react to the most pathetic situation I am in. Hmmm... I think everyone will be in the same situation at one point or the other. But, the reason why we are all unique is because we all react to these circumstances in a totally different manner. I am a 100% predictable person and my close friends can guess what I will do next with a probability of being right equal to 1. But I am not at all a bad a human being :). I am very emotional and a tough nut at the same time and I like it that way.
I have met people who are worse than me (though, that group is a minority ;)). Every one has the right to feel irritated and wretched at some point of time. But when someone starts shouting at me angrily, I just keep quiet and listen. I think I have immense patience in hearing out people when they are in a wretched situation.
There will be lots of things going in my head at the same point of time. So there will be many instances, when I may appear thoroughly attentive but I won’t be hearing anything that you are saying. But I replay it after storing in my buffer. So there will be lots of instances when my response can be too slow and you can call me tube light.
Another problem is that if I get into a hassle with anyone, that will stay in my mind and I will have no peace of mind until I sort it out. The biggest problem is that when something like this stays in mind, it adversely affects my dealings with others. That frustration comes out in the form of anger even to the slightest folly that any one else does. This is a very childish and immature behaviour of mine. And I am sure that everyone will feel insecure at some point or the other. I am trying out things that take me out of that situation. Sitting alone, not talking to anyone, taking a drive, listening to music and now writing this blog... yea, that’s definitely helping :).
I take a lot of time to get close friends with anyone. Maybe, it’s because I have been taught never to trust anyone and I am prejudiced about some matters. But once I am friends with I claim to be the most sincere person anyone can find. I’ll see through any flaws of my friends. But the best complement that I have got from my friend (who is my worst critic, as well) is that I have improved so much in the last 4 years. I thank my life in Cochin for that. And that’s one of the main reasons why the last 4 years is so dear to me.
Everybody who knows me will have a different impression about me. The thing I hate the most is that most people is too judging. Unfortunately, my home town is also filled with a bunch of narrow minded people, worse than anywhere in the state. So that’s my policy, I don’t go after people begging to correct their impression about me. I think there is no need to do that. We cannot convince anyone about anything if they are already convinced themselves. So I tell myself that they just missed the opportunity to be my friend. Sometimes, I lose it. Everyone does at one point or the other.
So this will be how I’ll react to the most pathetic situation I am in. Hmmm... I think everyone will be in the same situation at one point or the other. But, the reason why we are all unique is because we all react to these circumstances in a totally different manner. I am a 100% predictable person and my close friends can guess what I will do next with a probability of being right equal to 1. But I am not at all a bad a human being :). I am very emotional and a tough nut at the same time and I like it that way.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
FM - Free Music!!!
At least now I should write something about that topic that I claim to be I am most passionate about i.e., music. I am an ardent lover of music. People find my tastes in music quite confusing. I have been trained in Carnatic Music for about 10 years during my school days, under Perumbavoor G.Ravindranath. My guru is a well known musician and I consider it a big blessing that I at least got a chance to say this. Music is something I got from my father who himself used to play the mridangam and tabala and was part of the music troupe, that he and his friends organised in their college days.
Since I am trained in carnatic music, it doesn’t mean that I enjoy only that. I listen to all types of songs and albums in any language. But the problem when I listen to songs is that most of the time I just care for only the music and not the lyrics. And most of the time, the kind of music I listen to depends on my mood. To me, that gives amazing results and its the way I rejuvenate.
I listen to all A.R Rahman’s albums – be it English, Hindi, Tamil or even Malayalam (Yodha). Even if his critics write off one album as not reaching the usual standard, I will possess it. I think he is one person who is a phenomenon in himself.
We don’t have a dearth of singers in Kerala these days. Thanks to the ongoing reality shows. That reminds me of the news I saw in a national news channel about a 16 year old girl who is suffering from depression. She was one of the top 10 contestants in a leading channel’s dance reality show. This calls for a serious introspection as to whether these reality shows are just the glitz and glamour that we see. It seems that this girl is now out of the competition and she has stopped even having food from that day. Should we have something like an age limit to participate for such reality shows? That’s food for thought.
Kerala is listening to radio now. We have got so many FM stations that sprung out of no where in the recent past that most of us who have been allergic to radios have started listening to it. It’s nice in a way. I can talk about Trivandrum, my home town. It was a sudden transition. One day 3 FM stations started broadcasting. Till this date, we have Big FM, S FM, Radio mirchi, Club FM and our very own Ananthapuri. Trivandrumites are waiting for Best FM and Radio Mango. I was so proud when the channels started broadcasting here before Ernakulam. In my mind, there is always a conflict between Cochin and Trivandrum. Trivandrum is my home town (my parents are also from Trivandrum) but I owe a lot to Cochin for making the person I am now. So these 2 places are very close to me. I also find lots of people debating about which of the two places is better, but in vain.
So back to these FMs, I think it’s a superb idea to have something that offers music for 24 hours. I listened to the channels at Trivandrum and Cochin. Here I have to go with the ones at Trivandrum. I found that more than half of the broadcast time by the stations at Cochin is taken up by the commercial ads. Of course, Cochin is a bigger commercial place than Trivandrum, but when it comes to FMs I am happy that I hear it from Trivandrum.
FMs started dominating God’s own country only a few months now. I was really proud to say those times that Trivandrum had 5 FM stations while Cochin had just 1. I went to Chennai and my family friend turned on the FM station. She started changing the channels one by one. To my disbelief, I saw that even after she changed more than 5 channels it wasn’t repeating. And then she said that there were 11 stations there. All right, there went my FM war. It was even bigger when I went to Delhi. The sweeper at IIT-Bombay does his work listening to the FM in his walkman. Of course, FM has created a revolution especially in hotels, retail outlets etc.
But I don’t approve the standard of the programmes in these channels. Some are hilarious and entertaining, but all radio jockeys (RJs as they are fondly called) should be themselves rather than trying to imitate those in the other national channels. If one listens to the channels in Trivandrum one will find that a good number of programmes have the RJs doing a mockery of the Trivandrum slang. Yes, it is done in good humour and they do succeed in doing that to a limit. But when it crosses a limit everyone starts feeling a bit monotonous.
And the prizes, that is one thing that we shouldn’t forget. They are doing a good job roping in sponsors. But when we sent a single message worth Rs.3 they won’t even let out the probability that we can win. Another good thing about listening to it from Kerala is that we can hear Tamil, Hindi and Malayalam songs. I think that is our speciality. The youth here are familiar with all the latest films and music in these 3 languages, while a person who knows Hindi will just stick to Hindi or English.
But the big question is how long they will survive? With passing time, more channels will come in and tighter will be the competition. They have to keep on innovating and changing according to time avoiding plagiarism. As it is rightly said in “It happened in India” by Kishore Biyani, that the main way to survive in business is changing them according to the customer’s needs and keep on innovating. There should never be a shortage of ideas and also spontaneity among the RJs. The same applies for the advertisements being broadcasted. They should be catchy and convey the information to the customers they target. For this, they have to keep on changing their strategies and sales promotion tactics.
But good or bad, God’s own country now has a musical atmosphere. This is one media, like the newspaper, accessible to the rich and poor alike. We can listen to music 24*7. And we can listen to it when we are driving, working in kitchen etc. But the same doesn’t apply to television or any other media. My uncle was telling me that when he is caught in the infamous traffic jams in Cochin these days, he is unusually cool. Thanks to FM, its RJs and the wonderful songs they play to ease out our tension. Music does wonders! My mum listens to it for a totally different reason on her drive to her office. She listens to our very own Ananthapuri on her way to office in the morning. Her sole reason for this being, they are the only channel which gives the time at 9.15 a.m. So she will be able to know how late she can be. Nevertheless, the FM stations are doing a great job. The broadcasters are careful to please their audience in all generations. Personally, I feel it’s a very exciting industry and I definitely want to see how each channel will respond to their competitions in the long run. Of course FM can now be rightly expanded as Free Music.
Since I am trained in carnatic music, it doesn’t mean that I enjoy only that. I listen to all types of songs and albums in any language. But the problem when I listen to songs is that most of the time I just care for only the music and not the lyrics. And most of the time, the kind of music I listen to depends on my mood. To me, that gives amazing results and its the way I rejuvenate.
I listen to all A.R Rahman’s albums – be it English, Hindi, Tamil or even Malayalam (Yodha). Even if his critics write off one album as not reaching the usual standard, I will possess it. I think he is one person who is a phenomenon in himself.
We don’t have a dearth of singers in Kerala these days. Thanks to the ongoing reality shows. That reminds me of the news I saw in a national news channel about a 16 year old girl who is suffering from depression. She was one of the top 10 contestants in a leading channel’s dance reality show. This calls for a serious introspection as to whether these reality shows are just the glitz and glamour that we see. It seems that this girl is now out of the competition and she has stopped even having food from that day. Should we have something like an age limit to participate for such reality shows? That’s food for thought.
Kerala is listening to radio now. We have got so many FM stations that sprung out of no where in the recent past that most of us who have been allergic to radios have started listening to it. It’s nice in a way. I can talk about Trivandrum, my home town. It was a sudden transition. One day 3 FM stations started broadcasting. Till this date, we have Big FM, S FM, Radio mirchi, Club FM and our very own Ananthapuri. Trivandrumites are waiting for Best FM and Radio Mango. I was so proud when the channels started broadcasting here before Ernakulam. In my mind, there is always a conflict between Cochin and Trivandrum. Trivandrum is my home town (my parents are also from Trivandrum) but I owe a lot to Cochin for making the person I am now. So these 2 places are very close to me. I also find lots of people debating about which of the two places is better, but in vain.
So back to these FMs, I think it’s a superb idea to have something that offers music for 24 hours. I listened to the channels at Trivandrum and Cochin. Here I have to go with the ones at Trivandrum. I found that more than half of the broadcast time by the stations at Cochin is taken up by the commercial ads. Of course, Cochin is a bigger commercial place than Trivandrum, but when it comes to FMs I am happy that I hear it from Trivandrum.
FMs started dominating God’s own country only a few months now. I was really proud to say those times that Trivandrum had 5 FM stations while Cochin had just 1. I went to Chennai and my family friend turned on the FM station. She started changing the channels one by one. To my disbelief, I saw that even after she changed more than 5 channels it wasn’t repeating. And then she said that there were 11 stations there. All right, there went my FM war. It was even bigger when I went to Delhi. The sweeper at IIT-Bombay does his work listening to the FM in his walkman. Of course, FM has created a revolution especially in hotels, retail outlets etc.
But I don’t approve the standard of the programmes in these channels. Some are hilarious and entertaining, but all radio jockeys (RJs as they are fondly called) should be themselves rather than trying to imitate those in the other national channels. If one listens to the channels in Trivandrum one will find that a good number of programmes have the RJs doing a mockery of the Trivandrum slang. Yes, it is done in good humour and they do succeed in doing that to a limit. But when it crosses a limit everyone starts feeling a bit monotonous.
And the prizes, that is one thing that we shouldn’t forget. They are doing a good job roping in sponsors. But when we sent a single message worth Rs.3 they won’t even let out the probability that we can win. Another good thing about listening to it from Kerala is that we can hear Tamil, Hindi and Malayalam songs. I think that is our speciality. The youth here are familiar with all the latest films and music in these 3 languages, while a person who knows Hindi will just stick to Hindi or English.
But the big question is how long they will survive? With passing time, more channels will come in and tighter will be the competition. They have to keep on innovating and changing according to time avoiding plagiarism. As it is rightly said in “It happened in India” by Kishore Biyani, that the main way to survive in business is changing them according to the customer’s needs and keep on innovating. There should never be a shortage of ideas and also spontaneity among the RJs. The same applies for the advertisements being broadcasted. They should be catchy and convey the information to the customers they target. For this, they have to keep on changing their strategies and sales promotion tactics.
But good or bad, God’s own country now has a musical atmosphere. This is one media, like the newspaper, accessible to the rich and poor alike. We can listen to music 24*7. And we can listen to it when we are driving, working in kitchen etc. But the same doesn’t apply to television or any other media. My uncle was telling me that when he is caught in the infamous traffic jams in Cochin these days, he is unusually cool. Thanks to FM, its RJs and the wonderful songs they play to ease out our tension. Music does wonders! My mum listens to it for a totally different reason on her drive to her office. She listens to our very own Ananthapuri on her way to office in the morning. Her sole reason for this being, they are the only channel which gives the time at 9.15 a.m. So she will be able to know how late she can be. Nevertheless, the FM stations are doing a great job. The broadcasters are careful to please their audience in all generations. Personally, I feel it’s a very exciting industry and I definitely want to see how each channel will respond to their competitions in the long run. Of course FM can now be rightly expanded as Free Music.
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