Does INDIA matter ?

I was going through an article in the newspaper where I was tickled by this-

“For Prime Minister’s job, honesty is the least requisite”

A kingdom is truly blessed to have a king who is honest.

But what if being honest is just not enough to ensure the well being of his subjects?

We are a nation of 1.1 billion people that corresponds to more than a billion problems.

We have nothing to do with the number of educational degrees and accolades won by

our leaders if none of these is benefiting the needy.

What we need is a dynamic leader who not only is an effective demagogue but also strives to help the impoverished no matter what it takes, address to the concerns of the common people and is not prejudiced when it comes to choose between the welfare of his people and prosperity of his coalition government.

We neither want an opposition party whose concerns for the nation are superficial and is burning most of its time and energy in humiliating the ruling party, raising issues in the parliament for vested interests which else could have been used to discuss the grave concerns India is grappling with.

The million dollar question is-

Whom to elect when everyone is in the same boat?

Some questions really do not have any definite answer.

Firstly I feel Indians should start reverse thinking. People in developed countries think about their contribution to country and society before thinking about family.

But what I think is that the young people in the country should try to contribute much more then what they are doing.They can be responsible for a much needed change in dynamics of Indian politics.They are ready to experiment, think of out of box solutions, commit to work and are free from the shackles of caste, creed and religion.

Every year lakhs of young guys and girls come out of colleges and take up IT jobs and end up spending 10 hours in front of a computer screen while others flock to foreign universities never to come back. Then they say their future is secured.

But just like our national security, no one can ever guarantee a safe future!

Eventually everyone ends up with a fat salary or prestigious degrees with no one to take the plunge of actually contributing something . Now some may question –“Why me? Let others do it. Alone I can’t make a difference”.He who feels that he is too small to make a difference has never been bitten by a mosquito is what I would say.

So if you can steal away some time from celebrating teddy day, kiss day, balloon day, flower day, You-suck-big-time day, hate day and love day do think how actively you participated on a Republic Day or Independence Day and how you can ever use your talent and knowledge for this country.

BiTcH mE bAbY oNe MoRe TiMe

Finally college days coming to an end and I will live happily ever after!

Wait a minute! Did I sound like I was real happy getting out of this place?

Oh well then it’s great because I’m happy!

These four years were extraordinary. Every year was dramatic and significant in it’s own way. But for God sake four years at MITS is more than enough.

Here you literally get stuck in a desert of 3000 girls with your friends from other colleges popping up the question ‘hey did you see any lesbians?’ and teasing you that for next 4 years you are without water and by water they meant guys! Hats off to those who could afford a love life here! Not because of their charisma but their thirst mostly.

So recently I’ve started to notice how many people in the final year of their graduation are ready to sob-sob and get senti-senti and how many will say hasta-la-vista with joy.

‘I-will-miss-u-till-death-do us-apart’ is freaking crazy but it's okay to say it if you mean it . Many of us were ready to die and take rebirth so that they don’t repeat the same mistake of landing here.Trust me they won't in future.

Some people I met here were so lovey-dovey that it was difficult to understand them initially and were comparable to indigestible sugar-free cookies which just has the feel of sugar i.e. they say ‘I’m a cookie’ but you know a sugar-free cookie is just not a cookie!

That pretty much reminds me of my first year when I felt people around me are my favorite cookies!

First year and Fourth year! No wonder they begin with the letter ‘F’ and the ‘F’ factor is so dominant throughout! Yes you got it right. F factor is the factor responsible for triggering all the beeps on MTV Roadies. I thought I had enough of Fake friends in first year. I was learning to know people back then and I think I will always be learning as they come and go.

Some came with an expiry date and it was no use hanging on to them after they crossed the date. One thing I realized is that however hard you try you won’t be good enough for some people. So don't give a damn.

All this wisdom comes free with my brand new wisdom tooth.

Well let me share my valuable experience with girls. By experience I mean nothing of profane nature. It’s all professional and bitchy!

DISCLAIMER: The characters mentioned below are not fictious and any resemblances in real life are not coincidental and purely intentional.

1. Girls are those species which can be sweet and sour at the same time.

Let me illustrate this with an example.

Girl Y: I’m fucked . Just 6.5 this time.

Girl X: (smiling with 32 beauteous teeth) Yaar do not worry next sem you will rock and anyway marks don’t matter.

Girl Y: hmm. I hope so. How was yours?

Girl X: (smile vanished) Don’t ask..stuck on 8…what should I tell my parents?

I’m finished. My future is dark. I won’t get a good MBA college.

2. Girls can change their minds. It is their birth right.

Girl X: I tell you that girl Y,she’s a slut and her boyfriend is so lame!

After some certain time period when girl Y brings gifts for X and takes X to pub with her boyfriend.

Girl X: Y is the sweetest and most helpful person I’ve known.

Guess what Miss X you are the most disgusting person I’ve known and you are so cheap that somebody just bought you!

3. Girls are possessive.

Girl Y: Can I have your notes for some time.

Girl X: Yaar.. I’ve to study at night.(i.e. 7 hours from now)

Girl Y: I just want to get a photocopy. Will take hardly 15 minutes.

Girl X: Hmm.. Okay but don’t give it to anyone else and do not underline or scribble anything or drop water on my notes.okay?

I wonder if X had so many conditions Y had to comply with before taking her notes what kind of clauses she would have put if she were supposed to sign a nuclear deal!

4. Girls believe in values and table manners.

Girl X: I feel Y is selfish. She doesn’t wait for us to finish our meals and walks away when she’s done. She doesn’t even bring an extra glass of water for anyone. Yesterday she forgot to ask me for lunch!

My dear friend X please cut the crap and don’t you see I’m so not interested in doing ‘Hum Saath Saath Hai ‘.

5. Girls can laugh even on the lamest of jokes or ideas.

Prof X: So you need to come tomorrow with a PPT on your assigned topic.

I hope you all know what a Power point presentation is? A Presentation which has Powerful Points!(smiling and expecting response )

Girls U,V,W,X,A,B,C : hahaha…ROFLOL …OMG he’s so funny!

I think Prof. X has a bad sense of humour and so does U,V,W,X,A,B,C.

6. Girls follow the rule of association.

Suppose X,Y,Z,L,M,N are 6 girls who say they are friends.

Girl X : I had an argument with Y . She’s a bitch.

Since X likes Z and Z likes M and M dislikes N so X,Z,M stops talking to Y and N.

7. Girls can be green monsters.

Jealousy among girls can be due to a variety of reasons- marks, looks, boyfriends, fan following, placements and packages blah blah. If a girl hates another girl without any considerable reason it is because she’s jealous. Combined with ego jealousy makes a girl a green monster.

8. Girls can be bold.

Boldness is redefined. It is not about appearance any more but action oriented. It is about going off the limits. It is not just coaxing people in authority in college. The real bold is one who can have a so called clandestine affair though the whole college was already talking about it. Not to mention the friends who are basking in the glory of it. Oops! Miss Bold your dirty laundry already got public!

9. Girls can booze

Well it is difficult for people to understand that girls can booze much so girls will prove to the world that they can by uploading their booze party pics on FB and tagging unwilling friends too. Thus forcing their friends to remove them from their FB wall! I know guys who do drinks and drugs but even they don’t have the guts to tell the world about it.

10. Girls can make an issue out of nothing

Girl X: I got placed in both ‘ABC’ and ‘LMN’ but yet not decided which to join.

(ABC and LMN are IT firms conducting mass recruitment in the country)

(After 1 month)

Girl X: (FB status update) I’m so confused still not decided. Who deserves me- Guys please help!

First of all I’m happy you got placed but don’t act like you have to choose between Google and Facebook. You are one among the lakhs of engineers in the country who got a job in an IT firm. Look around a bit and feel the excellence.

Most importantly I learnt a lot about PEOPLE here. I learnt the biggest influences in life are the people who are sitting right next to you or are around you. They will affect you no matter how hard you try to escape it. I thank those influences(including the suck ups) as they made me a wiser person and also earned me a post for my blog.

My Roomie is an alarm clock personified. And when her ‘Wake up Trish’ song hits my ear drums, it activates my brain and compels me not to bunk classes and meals. Her assuring before every exam ‘syllabus ho jayega abhi soja ya online timepass kar le’ is what I love about her. And my Queen of electronics, Silky, assuring me that she’ll get me through every electronics paper I had, made my life so comfortable and joyous even if it was a matter of few hours or just a day. Not to mention Kirti, Ritu, Richa …class would have been hell without you guys.

I’ve friends who are intelligent, smart, sensitive and very beautiful in and out and have qualities I tried to imbibe. Late night chats on the hostel roof about how life changed in few years, the anxiety about the future, how to deal with guys, how to prevent getting married in coming four years, making fun of ‘miss wanna be’ around , we discussed it all. Imitating friends and enemies, singing old hindi songs together in the middle of the night, pouncing on that last piece of pizza, the crazy unending photo sessions, the fests, the parties about which I can’t disclose anything about….we had all sorts of fun one could have had in a college life!

I’m not really going to miss anything but cherish whatever good or bad I had because the good made me smile, laugh and feel lucky while the bad just made it sure that I felt more blissful when the good comes around. Eventually when you’ll leave college you’ll realize that it is just your graduation degree that you brought home and rest everything-your friends and all those sweet and sour memories are left behind as one of the best chapters in life.

I wish all my friends and batch mates all the very best in life and hope all of you live life the king size.Amen.

CRICKET-ThE InStAnT HIGH

What fragnance is to a rose, that is exactly what cricket is to India.

I remember the days when I started playing this amazing sport.We were a team of five boys and one girl and my area of expertise was ‘running between the wickets’ as I was not fond of bowling much and when it came to batting the guys never bowled well(esp. for me). They used to deliver sluggish underarm balls, which I could hit even with my eyes closed. Then I would yell at them-“Seriously! Shut up and give me a fast ball.”

What happened there after is beyond the scope of this blog and should only be discussed with experts! :-P

From newspapers to T.V. channels, from social networking sites to tea-time discussions cricket seems to be ubiquitous. And the smell of the victory in the air when the crackers burn, the brouhaha after every wicket that falls, the smiles on the faces and the pride every Indian feels when Men in Blue trounce the rival team is just priceless!

The most incredible aspect about this sport is that I’ve witnessed people from every section of the society playing it and loving it.

The India-Pakistan semi final was a high profile match with Bollywood stars and politicians reveling in the victory of a team whose majority of players come from modest families and slogged hard to make a place in playing eleven.

That’s the beauty of the bat and the ball-you can find it in slums of Mumbai lightening up the impoverished faces and also in a high profile match at Wankhede stadium.

With all the madness building around with every upcoming match it is impossible to say that cricket is not the national game of India!

People bunking their offices, house wives finishing up fast with house-hold chores, students bunking classes and exams, those traveling on the D-day taking a flight instead of a bus or a train, guys and girls painting their faces in tri colours - gosh! the vivacity gets so much better when people from different cultures and religions unite under just one name-INDIA !

P.S.-Cricket is not our national game but it is definitely the national mood!

Cricket is one religion that every Indian believes in. KUDOS to team INDIA!

My rendezvous with 'The Stranger'

Have you ever thought that movies like Jab We Met,Anjaana Anjaani,Hum Tum,Serendipity are based on beautiful accidents in life that involves two completely different people totally new to each other in strange circumstances but strings attached!
Year 2007:
Scene 1:
It was Manipal Entrance Test. My test centre was Lucknow.
I was just in time for the test and reached my alloted class for the test. My eyes searching for my allocated seat .and there it was-beside a fair guy .I settled on to my seat, held out a pen and was going through the instructions in my answer sheet when the stranger poked his nose.
Stranger: hey you can't use a pen you have to do with pencil. Take my pencil I've got one extra.
I looked at him with disgust and he just smiled .
Me: No thanks.I read the instrutions and I've one for my own.
Still he kept his pencil on my part of table...cAn YoU beLieVe tHat?!!
For next 10 minutes I was engrossed in my Form.
Stranger: Don't you think your name is weird?...and long too!
Tumhare Dad ka naam to thek hai.
He was going through my admit card....cAn YoU beLieVe tHat??!!!!!
I felt like pushing him down from the Qutub Minar....
what a scene that would have been seeing his nose thrashing into the ground.
I was fuming with anger from inside, yelling- what are you fat ass ?? some Name Inspector..huh??
Me: Oh really?....whats yours?
Stranger: (smiling) Akshay Kapoor
Me: Whats that like..a desperate attempt to sound like Akshay Kumar and Shahid Kapoor....coz from any angle you don’t look like any of the two.

And my face was lit up by a diabolic smile......the devilish grin!

Stranger: hey relax yaar.....sorry if I was offensive. Actually your name is weird but in a nice way..... infact Ananya sounds great!
Me: Now that’s called damage control.
Stranger: (Smiling again).....You are pretty smart...arent you?
Anyway you have got to tolerate me for next 2 hours and it's 4 hours if you are giving the MBBS entrance too!
'Nahiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii' was my instant feeling!
Me: (thinking) then thank your stars and I am already cursing mine.
Scene 2:
After the first paper was over...we had a break of 30 minutes before the next paper to commence. We discussed how bad the paper was, cursed the institute for setting tough paper and for the first time our frequencies matched!
Me: Did you notice the girl sitting diagonal to you is giving you frequent looks?
Akshay: See Ananya.. every girl likes me but not you.
Me: I never said I hate you (Jhooth bole kawa kate) ….anyways she kinda hot you can try!
Akshay: I’m not fond of hot girls(Jhooth bole kawa kate ).. I like girls to be simple….. So you are not from Lucknow.....right? I guessed that!
Me: That’s obvious after you inspected my admit card
Akshay: Well since you did not inspect mine I let you know about me. I am from Lucknow and I've a rich dad. He said son you at least give the exams and don't worry I'll get you through.
That was one those few moments when I smiled !
No wonder his dad had the same opinion as mine.... the child is wasted!
But not every man is man enough to say that in front of a girl!
Akshay: I don’t want his business so this probably is my escape plan!
His facial expression changed, he looked disturbed so I tried to change the subject.
Me: Howcome you said you knew I am not from Lucknow?
Akshay: You didn't put makeup and is definitely not trying to seek attention. I hope gals here knew that they would look beautiful in a simple blue patiala, white kurti and blue dupatta!
Now that was exactly what I was wearing and I managed to smile without letting him notice.
But then I thought he must have tried this line on many girls and I’m not buying it!
It was the first time I looked at him properly, he smiled and I had to smile back.
For some time I couldn't take my eyes off his dimpled chin and innocent eyes and I thought he definitely doesn't look like Shahid or Akshay....but he did got something girl ..actually he did look like Aftab Shivdasani.
Me: Well everyone has got their own style and dressing sense you should not compare.
(Now I was definitely being modest ,people do it everytime but I couldn't come up with a better response, damn!)
Akshay: So did you see anything in Lucknow?
Me: Not much
Akshay: What are you doing this evening?
(Actually he popped the question in hindi: Aaj shaam mai kya kar rahi ho?....and I gave him a skeptic look)
Me: why do you ask?
Akshay: I've two tickets for Mika's concert....you want to come with me?
That was the first time a guy had asked me out!...Before that none had
mustered up enough courage to do that and it was also the first time I wanted a guy
to ask me out!
I could make out from his face that he had practiced that line in his mind like ‘n’ times before asking me but that was undoubtedly the cutest thing about him-trying to act like ultra cool and ‘I-really-don’t-care-what-you-think-about-me’ in front of the girl.
But like all the female leads in Suraj Barjataya’s movies –‘comely and homely’,
I refused to go saying that I already had plans with my family!
Then there was pin-drop silence for 20 seconds.
He said that my plan for evening was more awesome than his and I should go out with my family which I already said I was going to.
He left the class before I did without saying a word after the paper got over.
That really sucked because though we didn’t start talking on a friendly note we did talk as if we were good friends.
Then when I was about to leave my place I found this scribbled on his desk-
‘NTYA take care bye’
I racked my brain for an hour to decode NTYA and I ended up with this- ‘Not Talking to You Again’…..it pissed me off like anything.
I was packing my stuff before leaving Lucknow and I came across my admit card and his face flashed before my eyes.To my surprise I found something written on it-
‘Nice Talking to You,Ananya’….my instant reaction was- what an asshole he is ! kept me thinking about it for 2 days!
The probability of falling in love with a stranger is one in a million but after all you need just one and moments like these you cherish for years, can make you smile and sometimes motivate you to blog!

A letter to Santa

Dear Santa,

Hope you must be having an experience of a lifetime this Christmas.

Last few months have been really eventful for the earth family and I guess you have an inkling about it if at all you read newspapers apart from nurturing your tummy at the Noth pole.

It seems by end of 2010 everyone has gone crazy either in a good or a bad way.

I prefer to call the year 2010 as 'The Year of Great Leaks and Great Records'.

The Wikileaks has gone wicked beyond the purview of wickedness.

I wonder what gift Julian Assange had asked you for last Christmas and according to my calculation it must have been a book called 'How to get wicked in 365 days'.

(see even his name says that he is an ‘Ass’)

There exists a class of people who cannot make things better around them but are always in search of an opportunity to ruin others. Wikileaks is nothing but a manifestation of such class of people.

When it comes to leaks how could I not mention the radioactive ‘Radia tapes’.

I call it radioactive because of its inappropriate proliferation all over the media and hence the country. I tell you santa, Nira Radia must be featured in top 10 most influential women in the country owning to her expertise in public relations and her conversations with Mr.Tata, Miss Barkha Dutt & co. which has gone highly public. Seems that the whole 2G scam revolves around a woman.

It has been acknowledged by all that women who make men talk better than they are accustomed to are always popular and so is Nira Radia.

Well coming to great records you must gift something special to Sachin Tendulkar as he reached another milestone of 50th test century and also to Saina Nehwal for trouncing every player in opposition.

Mission 'Common wealth games' was accomplished although soaked with controversies and scams.

Hey Santa, I was wondering what sorts of gifts you offer on Christmas?

The world is going to dogs and so I've thought of some presents which if you could give can make this world a better place to live.

They are as follows:

1. Mr.Obama not turning out to be a disastrous choice of US citizens.

2. India deciding what to do with Kasab before it is too late to avoid the egg on the face.

3. India takes a stand on 2G scam so that we can concentrate on 3G before the entire world switches to 4G technology.

4. Tolerance and patience for people to withstand further leaks.

5. Munni badnam hogayi and Sheela jawan hogayi so tell them to take care and bestow some relief on men.

I hope the coming year brings hope, success and happiness to all, enemies become friends and friends become closer. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

With love

Trish

OnE hAt TwO FaCeS

I had something bitter today,

My taste buds had a tough time

But people say it keeps problems at bay

I prefer to have sweet,

I find it delicious

But people say, your health, it can cheat

What you think something done to you as a favour,

May actually handicap you for sometime if not forever

All that glitters is not the gold

People fake warmth despite being cold

Those days are gone

When times are hard

& you pause to see how many helping hands reach you

Now it’s incredible to watch how many will bitch you

That which is 'bold and beautiful', has always been attention prone

Why the 'beauty of the soul' remains unknown

Tales of truth may remain untold

But the reality may eventually unfold

Being Cool....

Being Cool

Ask people what is cool to them & then be ready to get the whackiest & weirdest of all responses.
Yeah 'cool hai yaar'.....is the buzzword everywhere.

Last month when i was at home & my younger sis was helping me unpack my bags she came across my black old shabby travel kit & her reaction was-"di this is so very ID-PD(stands for Izzat Down,Prestige Down) let me get you something cool".Soon my my travel kit was replaced by a flashy pink,'made in USA' ,irritatingly girlish bag.
The next day a bunch of her friends enriched my brain with the universal truth that HANNAH MONTANNA aka MILEY CIRUS is the ultimate style icon & that she is unparalleld.
Watching Hannah Montana,putting her posters all over the room & having Miley Cyrus music collection was their idea of being cool!!

Its not just the bachcha party who are going crazy on being cool infact theirs idea of being cool is reasonable but grown ups have many unreasonable ideas.
for instance updating your 'facebook' status now & then from 'zzzz....' to 'i'm back' ,constantly changing your profile pics & counting your comments(the number of comments you score on each status or pic indicates your market value & your gender too)
If you dont have a FB account that is equivalent to a social stigma & you are tagged 'so uncool'.
what they call in FB as 'mutual friends' is actually a grammatical abberation of 'common friends'.But who cares.Everyone is doing it & so do I.I guess thats all about being cool now a days.

Being in relationship(sometimes in more than one) is so cool for some.
There was this friend of mine who used to get pissed off whenever her friends used to say-"you dont have a bf??thats so uncool yaar..."
& she smacked them saying-"i dont have the fear of being alone.Its so cool to find out that you dont need a bf to be happy".

Not to mention crazy fans of 'Twilight'.Since the movie got on everyone's nerves ,every girl fancies for a -greek god looking like, blood sucking boy friend.If that happens dat would be really cool & bloody!
It appears to me that this word supports all sorts of tomfoolery.

Activities like boozing,smoking,drugs,using slang terms will surely give you an edge on the 'cool-o-meter'.
"you know wot ..we had a booze party....& we got sloshed!!" -I guess sometime in life we all must have heard someone saying this.
But whats the big deal?..."totally nothing..just trying to be cool man".
Outcome:1)when you were sloshed you aired your dirty laundry in public(i.e. a private life stuff was made public)
2)you had disprins or other aspirins for next 3 days to get rid of your headache.

I guess thats not cool buddy.There's no harm is trying out stuff like that but you must have a check on yourself because one never knows when does a thing done for pleasure becomes a habit.We people have a tendency to blend in & not a real propensity to stand out.
When guys & girls are trying to be 'cool' they generally blend in,trying to do something whole world is doing.So its rather kinda epidemic and systemic.
Being cool should be 'be yourself' but excluding your ignorance & arrogance.It should be about getting rid of your mental barriers.
Who gives a damn what others do or follow.Every tom,dick & harry will be doing it.what everyone is doing is not always right(conditions applied).
Instead of squandering your energy on being cool ,be smart & sensible.

Uncanny truth behind the talk

About a month ago i appeared for a mock interview at my colg.

Aaahhhh....guys i luv interviews !-the ultimate platform to pursue my

hobby & propensity to 'talk n talk sense'.

But with vivas the case has always been different.

Ever since i started calling maslf engineer ,ive flopped in most of the

vivas as it really turns me off.I fail to understand how can two people talk

on something so boringly technical when there are better things in life n

grave concerns around you.???!!!

Dear friends,

u all must hav noticed the 'GANDHIJI'S TALISMAN' at the beginning of

NCERT books(if u havent......SHAME ON U..hehe).

It says ''whenever you are in doubt or when the self becomes too much

with u,recall the face of poorest n weakest man & ask yourself if the step u contemplate

is going to be of any use to him.''

So before any viva i think of such a person & conclude that my studying

for viva wont be of any gud to him.so i drop the plan.

Back to mock interview:

The inquisitor after going through my resume was intrigued about my

participation in a technical contest for the benefit of women.

After throwing all the usual questions there came the gud one-"How

would you compare the condition of women in the middle east with that of

west?"

Since i didnt exactly know the answer i thought diplomacy would be best

policy.My answer was spontaneous,with full on expressions of a

'new -feminist -born -in -country' I said-"Every home has the same kitchen

& same old story.A woman is destined to cook & is burnt in the same fire.No

matter shes rich or poor,educated or uneducated she is still beaten up

by her husband in many homes today.Demarcating women as western or

eastern is not justified sir."

He gave me a smile which made me believe he must have cooked for his

wife that day!

That reminds me of the brouhaha in parliament over women reservation

bill which was finally passed in Rajya Sabha.I was of the belief that we

are a country setting classic examples of women acclaimed

internationally for their roles ranging from Mother India to Miss India.

& reservation seems to be like a ladder offered to crippled though there are

none.

When this system understand that women DONT NEED RESERVATION

,THEY NEED RECOGNITION & MORE RESPECT.

Even a house wife needs to be recognised by her family coz not every girl

is Sania Mirza or Sonia Gandhi.

But the statement of Mr.Lallu Prasad Yadav & Mr. Mulayam Singh

Yadav has changed my mind.According to them reservation will favor

only higher class females & wont benefit Muslim females & other

females.

Now i am in favour of reservation.

REASON:The reality is these despots are afraid of female power & afraid

to loose their election seat & would still consider females as a cow to produce bull

for the family.No doubt this bill will create fight in political parties as

daughters will start to take part in politics.Also they fear that they may not

have a strong female candidate at home.And about muslim females i dont think

they give a damn to it or else they could have given election tickets to some of them.

Now it is important that the bill comes in to effect based on economic

criteria & not on religion or caste ,not because women need one

but its show time now!!!

Let them know how much devastation women can make to the

unscrupulous men in this system.

As for me im planning to participate in another such technical innovative

contest for women & this time my idea is of a technology that will secure a woman.

When the girl feels unsafe she can press the button of a remote that produces an

electrical shield around her so that anyone who tries to interfere through the shield

will get an electric shock!!!!

P.S. :Guess what my male friends are not supporting my idea & they are dead against it.They say they dont wanna die coz of an electric shock! :D

chini kum hai...

Turning the pages
of something called a book,
that never enticed me
though it tries me to hook
i raised my head
moved here & there
felt something stupefying about the june air

The air was glum
that used to be warm
piercing the skin
now tanned & torn
gosh! it felt never so dry
& i wonder what made so much moisture
in my eyes....???

May be memories some new ,some old
may be friends some cold ,some gold
& not to mention
those times when i walked all alone...
i discovered ..
how deceptive was pretence
& who all made to my actual opulence

The love of december air was once massive
but in years that flew
it has made everyone more impassive
childhood blessed with humour & innocence
postchildhood we imbibed
the art of scoffing,crippled tolerance.

Deep inside every heart the feeling flows,
when will the zephyrs blow & life will be slow
kosher the inanity that prevails
Is life all about winning head or tails??

Then somebody knocks at my door,
bouldering my rumination
me agitated to the core.
I welcome the intruder poker-faced
the intruder blabbering in some haste.
Though in today's life
we dont have a second to waste
one hasnt lived enough
without fun & devil-may-care attitude
& virtues like love n hatred
still to taste.

SUMMER OF '09

Some events in life impact us & leave indelible memories.This event in ma life may reverberate throughout my adulthood i guess.
NETTECH-'A course in networking & ethical hacking' was what me & my buddy Noopur decided to do during summer of '09.
The 25 days programme was scheduled on 15th may '09...but our endterm exams was scheduled till 18th may.

WARNING:Never be late for any training programme..if u r ..u have 2 options-bunk it or go for it & screw yourself.

As u must have guessed...we decided to do the latter.
20/5/09,9:30am,IMT Ghaziabad: Noopur's dad dropped us at the IMT campus...the feeling was familiar..yes i recalled my first day at
ST.JOSEPH'S SHAKTINGAR.
NOOPUR:the imt people have a small campus...huh
ME:yeah...our college is better yaar..kuch nai par infra toh hai hi
Soon there was someone to help us out...we headed to girls hostel & each of us was alloted a single seater..mine with no lights ,& a fan which i feared
may drop any time on my head.Then without wasting anytime we rushed for the class.To my relief ,both me & noopur were in same class i.e. section A.
We stepped in section A where a very jovial professor ,Dr.Poonam Garg was taking the lecture.We decided to take the backseat...
NOOPUR:yet again..backbenchers
ME:yeah..cant afford to disrespect the ongoing tradition of ours

for next many days Dr.Garg made us all(including sir) dizzy & sleepy in her 2hours lecture but we did get the basics in our head I believe.

Soon the late comers were given their new schedule: 9am to 9pm-lectures,labs & tests
10pm to 12am-extra classes
I tell u ,after just finishing your endterm exams,shifting the hostel & travelling from lakshmangarh to ghaziabad,this schedule was an icing on the cake or can say
added to our travails & we were in a deplorable state.
But within 4 days of our joining we had an all Delhi tour & that was real fun...section A in one bus & section B in another.
Section A just had Swapan sir as an active participant among faculty in the MAHA ANTAKSHARI ,girls v/s boys...but with boys playing antakshari..it was
more of MAHA CACOPHONY...but everyone had hell lot of fun.
On our way to LOTUS TEMPLE a guy of section A was walkin besides me & this guy was of Delhi itself & was throwing some light on the famous
Lotus Temple..so i thought of getting enlightened
ME:hii im trishla
GUY:hello im aditya...so where r u from..i mean which college & which place
ME:actually im studying at mody,Rajasthan but basically im from jharkhand...wot about u??
GUY:hmmm...im studying at BIT Mesra,Jharkhand but basically im from Rajasthan

As expected we both burst in to laughter & he was my tourist guide for rest of the trip.
I did got to know many guys out there but Aditya was one ingenuous guy-intelligent,smart & funny(kinda me..hehe)

Back to class: In labs we were divided in groups of five & our group was popularly known as team Rajasthan or as we called Rajasthan Royals included
me,Noopur,Aditya,Arun & Pranjal.This was because me & Noopur from mody,Aditya as i mentioned earlier of Rajasthan origin,Arun from NIT Jaipur
& Pranjal from CUSAT but originally from Rajasthan.
Apart from the gruelling schedule wot really made me & noopur miserable was failure to cope up with rest of the class.We felt like minnows in a pool of
sharks.But the guys were really helpful.I remember once I casually asked "how does a router work??" & I ended up with five guys explaining me.
Swapan sir had left & there was only Santu sir who we approached thinking of the only saviour then.Everyday after the lab was over we discussed
all our problems & issues with him.Not to mention Aayush sir who was always seen with Santu sir...they both were like bread & butter,salt & pepper or
veer zara...!!!!

Soon me & noopur were also included in bread butter category...courtsey Santu sir & Aayush sir...& they often greeted us with cheerful badinage calling
us 'The Couple' since we didnt mingle much with the guy population in our class & preferred to accompany each other 24X7.The tag of being from an all
girls college also helped them tease us.
But i tell u guys,noopur & me really bonded well...whether it was scoring low marks in tests,sharing a wardrobe,
giggling in class,commenting & analysing guys n gals out there,roaming in shorts after the dinner in campus no matter what,pulling legs of santu sir,
stalking aayush sir so that he teaches every topic that we missed,eating up Aditya's head for making us understand linux,running away from IMT campus
in that one hour evening break just to have a mother dairy icecream,exploring Ghaziabad's every fastfood corner,loosing confidence & overcoming our
diffidence we lived every moment at IMT together...which are now profound memories we will cherish our entire life.

The most awaited part of the day was 'dinner time'.Good food followed by the pj sessions hosted by NIT guys esp Aditya famous for his "the ball" pj,Aakash
Jindal "the supercrow",Prashant with his insane questions & answers like
Q.what do u call an elephant's knee? A. Ghajini Q.why did the hippopotamus gave a statement in the court against his friend rabbit who had murdered somebody? A. coz hips dont lie
& many more to torture...
then me & noopur used to set out for long after dinner walks to see the love birds chirping in the gardens & some lonely birds too.It was good to see the gardens
utilised very much unlike in MITS.Then we did go for half hour nap at centrally air conditioned & beautifully made out of glass ,double storeyed IMT library.
At the hostel we had a bunch of friends that included Pratima boss,Trapti,Priyanshi & Nimisha boss..& we did all the gossips & chit chat.
Yes the chit chat did include the discussions of crushes.But I never confided mine.

One fine morning Aditya accosted us while we were enjoying most awaited bread omlette breakfast & alloo parathas..
Aditya:what the hell you guys were doing in the library???
(He reacted as if he saw Ramdev baba having chicken mcgrill at mc donalds)
ME:mmm....wel....actually....nuthing just timepass
ADITYA:in library????....how could u..thats one place i will never ever go
ME:(lot relieved after knowing that even einstein thinks the way we do)...we go there to take a nap so that we are cool down before we actually sleep in our
boiling rooms.
ADITYA:tujhe pata hai ....tu ek alag piece hai...bilkul pagal



I took that as a compliment acting positively as i did take other things in those 25 days.Soon we were approaching the end of the programme but
when the end was near every girl & guy out there had the same feeling-"I wish this programme was more than just 25 days affair".
On the second last day we had a huge party at the amphitheatre...& I danced like hell with friends new & old.That same evening i had told Aditya
about singing as one of my hobbies & repented later...coz he wanted me to sing that night at the party & i made a deal
ADITYA:plzzzzzz yaar its the last evening you should sing yaar...abey mere liye hi sahi
ME:hmmm...fyn heres the deal..u have to announce in front of everyone that your friend i.e. trishla wants to sing for you...& i'll do it.
guess wot?? he did announce that im going to sing but not for him for everyone...crap.. how dumb of me.. but i had to sing...& there was once more,once more
in the air & I did sing another song in a row.

Last day was just the certificate distribution ceremony...followed by an unending photoshoot & treats.
Santu sir gave an enticing offer to me & a few more students to work for his company...truly said "all izz well " dat ends well.
I really cherish those hectic schedules,food & friends
but what I actually imbibed from the whole experience was that

'life is like a cup of coffee....the one which tastes sugarless...U could have stirred it well before consuming or reached for a spoon of sugar or must have drank to the bottom to find the sugar cubes unstirred. Sweetness & happiness are around us all time we just need to dissolve them in our lives.So wot kinda coffee you are up to? '

JUST ANOTHER BLOGGER...dis new year

Trish tickled!!

yes i finally am!...for wot???..well guys n gals..im tickled coz of my urge to write & share..& absolutely no intensions to fetch encomiums.. though i cant abstain maslf completely from der tenacious grip ever :D
This is my very first blog...& "its gonna b legen...wait for it..daryyy"
noooo i wont evr say dat.Its just dat of all the jobs I do the one which enthrals me with utmost enthusiasm is babbling wid maslf.
I had a doubt...but as time flew I realised..to contemplate is now a
hobby of mine.Trust me,in the darkest chapters of life & in the most gruelling circumstances you can revel with yourself..d mantra is "if u feel it just write it buddy"...(NOTE:This doesnt mean al mitsians start blogging..hey try smthng original man..hehehe).
I feel dat me,you,he,she,dey n us all are accoutered with thoughts & beliefs which paves the way ahead in life.
My belief is nothing but a manifestation of my thought..I don't remember xactly when my thoughts boarded a flight called pen & landed on to my ever useless ,spare assignment sheets..(yeah dats d best way to recycle paper)...& i thought of blogging it down.. my thoughts & beliefs often quarrel wid each other..i know it sounds paradoxical but this is the way it goes...a battle is fought between a plausible impossibility & a convincing possibility..& im left to decide d winner!
2009 was a fab fab year.....no its not coz of BARACK OBAMA'S victory or Shilpa Shetty finally getting a hubby...or Amir Khan trying to frame himself in to a college goin guy..wot made dis year idyllic was it was one of those years i always pinned for...lets check it how

Flashback..JULY 2007....Coming to MITS was a thing of joy to mitsian parents & misery to their gal child...no malls..no mc donalds..no discs n above all NO GUYS...d later though now is d least thing we miss here..i'll come to this later..& for all my guy friends ,dey firmly believed MITS was a noxious place for
gals wid so much potential..wid no guys to harness dem...wel wel wel but it truly is dat place for me where i learnt dat "often wot we envisage about a situation or a person can b very contradicting"..i made friends here..lost few of dem which i never regret..but each & everyone of dem are & always be my most priceless possessions...coz dey hav given me memories n lessons dat everyone of my age would die to wish for...& not wish to die for(dis xclusively includes my grupmates)...I met gals who were cute...some blunt & gruff...awkward louts(yes dat refers to my x..)..sum unbelievably b'ful n smart...caring..loving..& pedantics offcourse.

2009...D year of our ayiyashi...dats wot we in SKKCL call (NOTE:SKKCL is my group name dat cant be disclosed publicaly)
This section covers-NETTECH,DANCEMANIA,SHARMA TREAT,RONDIWOO '09,NCE,SWINEFLU & CHOCOBAR V/S MANGODOLLY....d blog wil b continued later..

i hope wotevr i wrote...u got it ...rite???..I surmise im making sense...if not WHO CARES.....
' i am lost in my pensiveness & u r just a victim of mine.....'

Trish tickled!!