After a long stay at home due to jaundice in fifth sem, all i really could do when i got back to mysore was study.I had already decided to go core mechie...things looked like, i need to put in more efforts.
Study, i did after all....Fifth sem was a satisfaction.
The "stay busy" bug bit me once again when i returned for my sixth semester.I looked like i needed a big dose of responsibilities to keep me on a high, to keep me going..n then it came..it came in the most unpredictable form, the way i never expected......Cyberia'09!!!
One lazy evening i just was loafing around with ajay who already had dragged himself into the cyberia hurricane, when he asked me to come along and check what the creative commitee guys are doing....
And there it was....lols of creativity and fun in waiting for me....the very first day was soooo damn interesting that i had decided that i am going to be a regular here...n that way i endedup making the goodu deepas and gave twisted,eccentric ideas for thedesign of dexter posters...
I really dont know, how Dencil- the commitee head put up with me....now a great friend of mine that she is...but then she never opposed to whatever crazy ideas i suggested!! A DREAM FOR A CREATIVE COMMITTEE GUY.....
No wonder after the fest, she was feted with being the BEST Senior by the junies..JUNIEES..what a bunch were they..so damn enthusiastic, so damn funny, cool and crazyyy!!!Those guys reminded me of my first year....
IN the run up to CYB..i ended up with more friends and responsibilities...n the party was just as much fun....
JC, i knew,which i thought had lost its path trying to become autonomous,more knowledgeable and updated had become the JC i knew when i had first heard of it...the beehive..
Monday, March 2, 2009
Monday, February 9, 2009
Silence is intriguing...
i have been reading papers, magazines and papers too for almost two months now. Things have been very disturbing and very humiliating .Time and again i wanted to write this , but every time i had to ask myself about this....
"What do i have to say about 26/11 and the things that followed..?"
Is Indian leadership really considering serious action? I mean, what is India doing about retaliation?? Well, i don't just mean waging war on Pakistan...i mean it was our pride that was hurt.
Then we had this great wave of hysteria called "SLUM DOG MILLIONAIRE" sweeping all the international film festivals and finally Indian masses. Even as my friends continue to enjoy "jai ho", i am shocked by the kind of response our film critics, calling it the due given to bollywood.
i dom't know what would they be thinking to say when it was rejected by Indian masses.
Then came our Ramalinga Raju and his fraud, the "MILLIONAIRE SLUM DOG".....what a timing it was?!!
Global meltdown, layoffs and the terror panic.....
Among all these i find my friends still happily preparing for some college fest, some party, some other happy occasion.Its not that i am angry at them for ignoring this and moving, i know, somewhere inside their hearts they too would have some thoughts about all these. but i am just afraid the way the overall attitudes have been like. i had heard a long time before that we Indians have a slightly modified dna that allows us to control our hunger for more time than other ethnic groups....but control of this magnitude!!!!!
man this kinda silence is just soooo intriguing........
"What do i have to say about 26/11 and the things that followed..?"
Is Indian leadership really considering serious action? I mean, what is India doing about retaliation?? Well, i don't just mean waging war on Pakistan...i mean it was our pride that was hurt.
Then we had this great wave of hysteria called "SLUM DOG MILLIONAIRE" sweeping all the international film festivals and finally Indian masses. Even as my friends continue to enjoy "jai ho", i am shocked by the kind of response our film critics, calling it the due given to bollywood.
i dom't know what would they be thinking to say when it was rejected by Indian masses.
Then came our Ramalinga Raju and his fraud, the "MILLIONAIRE SLUM DOG".....what a timing it was?!!
Global meltdown, layoffs and the terror panic.....
Among all these i find my friends still happily preparing for some college fest, some party, some other happy occasion.Its not that i am angry at them for ignoring this and moving, i know, somewhere inside their hearts they too would have some thoughts about all these. but i am just afraid the way the overall attitudes have been like. i had heard a long time before that we Indians have a slightly modified dna that allows us to control our hunger for more time than other ethnic groups....but control of this magnitude!!!!!
man this kinda silence is just soooo intriguing........
Monday, December 1, 2008
About black shirts.....
When the nation was fast asleep in its cosy bed, a bunch of terrorists had already started moving restlessly in mumbai, ready to create mayhem...ready to change India's history forever.It looked like Satan had descended on the konkan coast thus resulting in one of the modern India's worst disasters-Second biggest after the 9/11 incident. Taj-known for its grandeur was up in flames.India 's business capital was succumbing finally to the back to back attacks of terrorism,the flames of fear was soon consuming the amazing spirit of mumbaites.
When the state police of Maharashtra could not stop the satans, NSG and MARCOS had to be brought in.The commandos or black cats as they are called bravely made the terrorists lick dust.However it was too late for those families who already had lost their loved ones(181 people had succumbed to the massive strikes).While the nation was furious with the politicians of the country,the chief of the NSG had only one thing to say in the press conference_"Mission Successful", retiring to their base back in New Delhi.
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Once the mayhem was over, i was flooded with smses saying that the dress code for the following day was black, as a mark of respect to the ones who have perished in the unfortunate incident.As i strode towards the department i could see a enormous black cloud of guys animatedly discussing amongst themselves near the nescafe parlour.Anybody should have guessed what they would have been talking about.
It was the same old thing....complain, crib...taunt politics and how we as a nation are getting more corrupt in the minute.Of course there were some voices of grief imagining the plight of those who would have lost their loved ones..for some-their sole bread winners.
I overheard my friend saying how Pakistan should be attacked, how we should be doing more at the border showing the bastards after all who's the boss....about things the taj security should have...things ministers should have done..things coast guard should have done..things that others should have done basically.As the time flew topics changed to the internal average, attendance shortage,lab repetitions....
Man!! isn't there anything i should have done..something i should do now...?? Sheesh!! there should be something more than wearing black tees and forwarding smses i could do...something we all could do being here a thousand miles away from mumbai....what could be that ??Our actions should be resembling in spirit(at least!!)more with the NSG and not just stop in the color of the dress we wear.What could we really do????
Well, that s up to each one of us to answer for ourselves...
When the state police of Maharashtra could not stop the satans, NSG and MARCOS had to be brought in.The commandos or black cats as they are called bravely made the terrorists lick dust.However it was too late for those families who already had lost their loved ones(181 people had succumbed to the massive strikes).While the nation was furious with the politicians of the country,the chief of the NSG had only one thing to say in the press conference_"Mission Successful", retiring to their base back in New Delhi.
* * * * * *
Once the mayhem was over, i was flooded with smses saying that the dress code for the following day was black, as a mark of respect to the ones who have perished in the unfortunate incident.As i strode towards the department i could see a enormous black cloud of guys animatedly discussing amongst themselves near the nescafe parlour.Anybody should have guessed what they would have been talking about.
It was the same old thing....complain, crib...taunt politics and how we as a nation are getting more corrupt in the minute.Of course there were some voices of grief imagining the plight of those who would have lost their loved ones..for some-their sole bread winners.
I overheard my friend saying how Pakistan should be attacked, how we should be doing more at the border showing the bastards after all who's the boss....about things the taj security should have...things ministers should have done..things coast guard should have done..things that others should have done basically.As the time flew topics changed to the internal average, attendance shortage,lab repetitions....
Man!! isn't there anything i should have done..something i should do now...?? Sheesh!! there should be something more than wearing black tees and forwarding smses i could do...something we all could do being here a thousand miles away from mumbai....what could be that ??Our actions should be resembling in spirit(at least!!)more with the NSG and not just stop in the color of the dress we wear.What could we really do????
Well, that s up to each one of us to answer for ourselves...
Thursday, November 13, 2008
the cross(ing) roads.....
There are some moments in life we never forget and also those we never even noticed as special!!!....What seemed so important for us yesterday at that particular day,at that situation,that particular moment,today doesn't even qualify as a precious thought now.
I come from basically a small town, Udupi, that is still waking up, to be a part of the process what we call as "India Shining".I was very fortunate to have very good accessibility to every transport facility available there as i live in a place that is located very near to the national highway....NH-17.
Back in my school days, crossing road was a very important thing as the highway is always plied by various vehicles of every type,keeping it busy during my waking hours. I crossed highway every time i needed to catch the school bus. It was a weird thing for me..a time when my small world of family,teachers and chocolate friends merged with the worlds of sooo many people's worlds.Even a slight lapse on my part could have ended my world right there in the midst of everything.....
I really don't remember, the first time i crossed it all by myself but i still remember the feeling.I was proud of myself, to be able to take care of myself (at least that is what i believed at that time!!)to be able to do an adult thing.It kind of gave me a feeling that i after all this time is able to judge between the RIGHT and the WRONG/LEFT( however small it may be).
Come to think of it now, i hardly regard crossing road as important.Sometimes even encouraging my friend to zoom past the police or jump the traffic light.It is an irony after all.My world....is it getting bigger as i am growing up after all???I am in a very crucial year with respect to my career and the time has to cross roads once again...choose which is RIGHT and what should be LEFT behind....
I come from basically a small town, Udupi, that is still waking up, to be a part of the process what we call as "India Shining".I was very fortunate to have very good accessibility to every transport facility available there as i live in a place that is located very near to the national highway....NH-17.
Back in my school days, crossing road was a very important thing as the highway is always plied by various vehicles of every type,keeping it busy during my waking hours. I crossed highway every time i needed to catch the school bus. It was a weird thing for me..a time when my small world of family,teachers and chocolate friends merged with the worlds of sooo many people's worlds.Even a slight lapse on my part could have ended my world right there in the midst of everything.....
I really don't remember, the first time i crossed it all by myself but i still remember the feeling.I was proud of myself, to be able to take care of myself (at least that is what i believed at that time!!)to be able to do an adult thing.It kind of gave me a feeling that i after all this time is able to judge between the RIGHT and the WRONG/LEFT( however small it may be).
Come to think of it now, i hardly regard crossing road as important.Sometimes even encouraging my friend to zoom past the police or jump the traffic light.It is an irony after all.My world....is it getting bigger as i am growing up after all???I am in a very crucial year with respect to my career and the time has to cross roads once again...choose which is RIGHT and what should be LEFT behind....
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
LIfe is so special...
Its been around 7109 days of life for me. Each one of them bundled with so many wonderful and different emotions, colours, gamesand ofcourse people.But as i sit now with not much things to bother me...i see that i hardly am able to remember atleast 700 days where i have lived with utmost love and satisfaction.
Probably its got to do with the fact that most of these days were the ones where i had to trust and let others do the decisions for me(and that isn't always pleasant and fun!!!). The days which i believe were spent in preparing for the life ahead of me.
And as i see it...i still see people living all their life preparing for the next day,there by forgetting that they had prepared for this one too. Its something like a driver says"I am too busy driving..i cant stop for refuelling"
I am starting off with this blog so that i can share some of the best experiences of my life with you people,the moments i never wanted to loose...the ones i cant rely my memory to keep.
Probably its got to do with the fact that most of these days were the ones where i had to trust and let others do the decisions for me(and that isn't always pleasant and fun!!!). The days which i believe were spent in preparing for the life ahead of me.
And as i see it...i still see people living all their life preparing for the next day,there by forgetting that they had prepared for this one too. Its something like a driver says"I am too busy driving..i cant stop for refuelling"
I am starting off with this blog so that i can share some of the best experiences of my life with you people,the moments i never wanted to loose...the ones i cant rely my memory to keep.
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