I had gone over to ‘yippee hippie’s’ place. Mojo came over after sometime. And having nothing better to do we decided to make crank calls. I didn’t know that calling up random friends and saying weird stuff to them would still be so much fun. I felt like a 12 year old again.
No gossip. No ‘pnpc’. No one hurt. No egos bruised. Just simple, unadulterated FUN.
I turned 18 last week. I had been waiting for a very long time for this birthday. At last…I thought I would ‘officially’ be an ‘adult’. I was tired of being the ‘child’ in my friend circle. I had been driving everyone nuts about how I was finally to become an adult. My mother of course..had something to say (she always has)…
“Adult hoye jachchho mane kintu ar ma eta koro, ma ota koro , ma eta dao, ma ota dao, ma eta nebo please..please..please??? bola cholbe na. Adult hochchho tahole u better behave like one.”
I, of course was too happy to agree. Who doesn’t want to be independent?? Amidst all the hullabaloo, however, I hadn’t given a thought to the fact that my 18th birthday would also be the day when I would ‘officially’ let go of my childhood.
And after today…somehow I desperately want to re-read all my old tattered copies of ‘Thakumar Jhuli’, ‘Aesop’s Fables’, ‘Roosh Desher Upakatha’ and ‘Molla Naseeruddiner Galpo’. ( Books which I had allowed my mother to give away to my 5 year old cousin…after I ‘officially’ became an ‘adult’)
“Ma, can I have them back again, please….please….please???”
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
7 Things I Have Realised After Joining JUDE....
1. That the people around you have the inherent capacity of making you feel THIS small...(and I am not talking about only the Professors here).
2. That on a scale of 10 I would probably get -
a. 1.5 on how well read I am.
b. 1 for my knowledge of cinema.
c. 0.5 for my knowledge of music.
d. -1 for my knowledge of theatre.
e. 1 for my intelligence.
3. That our department probably has some of the (if not most of the) attractive and 'colourful' professors in the university. [ I mean...come on... almost every student around me (me included) has a huge crush on one professor or the other.. ] And trust me...discussing professors and their idiosyncracies is the favourite pastime of the entire JUDE student community.
4. That even extraordinarily brilliant professors are not ashamed to say "I don't know" or "I really don't remember" or "I guess I was wrong then..." infront of a class full of 40 students.
5. That I can read Tintin/ listen to Dylan all day and claim that I am actually doing my studies.
6. That not only is smoking in the department not out of bounds but professors can actually come up to you and ask you for fags.
7. That there is no other place in the entire world where I would rather study.
2. That on a scale of 10 I would probably get -
a. 1.5 on how well read I am.
b. 1 for my knowledge of cinema.
c. 0.5 for my knowledge of music.
d. -1 for my knowledge of theatre.
e. 1 for my intelligence.
3. That our department probably has some of the (if not most of the) attractive and 'colourful' professors in the university. [ I mean...come on... almost every student around me (me included) has a huge crush on one professor or the other.. ] And trust me...discussing professors and their idiosyncracies is the favourite pastime of the entire JUDE student community.
4. That even extraordinarily brilliant professors are not ashamed to say "I don't know" or "I really don't remember" or "I guess I was wrong then..." infront of a class full of 40 students.
5. That I can read Tintin/ listen to Dylan all day and claim that I am actually doing my studies.
6. That not only is smoking in the department not out of bounds but professors can actually come up to you and ask you for fags.
7. That there is no other place in the entire world where I would rather study.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Friday, February 17, 2006
Ahem.......
Okay…. Before beginning let’s make this clear that I love my university. Especially my department…… right from the ahem… ‘interesting’ and ‘colourful’ professors to the equally ‘interesting’ and ‘colourful’ students……from the DL ( well….I don’t really know if I have the right to comment about the DL because of the simple fact that it is probably my least visited place in the department)….to the AV room ( why the V part is included I don’t know…because the projector is almost always upto no good….) …to the rather dirty and cobwebby classrooms…. But well…..there is always a limit to everything… and people have to draw the line somewhere. And I draw the line as far as loving the loo is concerned. I mean…. I don’t know about the men’s toilet there….but has anyone ever been to the girl’s loo in our department??? I went some days back…( I had been there quite a few times before…but this was the limit)….and I nearly fainted at the ahem…’scenes’ which awaited me…..I mean what’s with people??? Why don’t they umm…’excrete’ at places meant for that purpose??? There is a perfectly visible commode for God’s sake….. And I am really puzzled about the people who dirty the loo….because no one…but no one in our department seems to be of the sort who would …ahem…do it on the floor….I mean can you believe it??? THE FLOOR!!! So who exactly uses the loo except for us??? I think the UG 2 people had a signature campaign or something complaining about the state of the girl’s loo…but I don’t think anything concrete has come off it….( except perhaps for a handwritten/printed sheet proclaiming the rules about using the loo which I doubt if anyone follows)
p.s. And to top it all, today I discovered that the lock to the loo was broken….
p.p.s. On a totally different note thank u once again to ragz and anc for the lovely presents they gave me. My friends do love me, don't they??
p.s. And to top it all, today I discovered that the lock to the loo was broken….
p.p.s. On a totally different note thank u once again to ragz and anc for the lovely presents they gave me. My friends do love me, don't they??
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Something I have been wanting to make people read for a long time
I know, I know....maybe I am tooooo much in love with Robert Fulghum (I have posted something by him in my blog before this). But I just wanted people to read this.....I loved this... hope others do too...
"PLAYERS
Definition: Persons with enough nimbleness of mind to accept a surprise invitation to jump into a quick game of imagination.
Example: Here's a city bus driver standing in the door of his vehicle, staring into the rain. An invitation from me, passing by: "OK, here's the deal: I'll pay for the gas, and you'll drive us straight to the beach at Santa Monica."He smiles. "OK, meet me here at midnight. It's the end of my run and they won't miss me or the bus until morning. I'll get some barbecue."A player.
Example: This lady with a shopping cart full of oddball stuff standing beside me in front of the cheese counter at the grocery story. My invitation: "I like the groceries in your cart better than mine. Want to trade? You take mine and I'll take yours. Could be interesting when we get home."She smiles. Checks out my cart. "You've got a deal,"she says. We take each other's carts and roll away. Later, she's waiting for me at the check-out counter. She knows and I know: we weren't really going to go through with it. But the few moments of madness brought new meaning to "going to the store for a few things."A player.
Example: There's a tailor shop on Queen Anne Avenue. Sign in the window says "Alterations and Repairs for Men and Women." The tailor is standing in the doorway. I stop. "I'd like to get altered and repaired," I say. She looks at me cautiously. Goes inside. Closes the door. Not a player.
Example: Vivacious young woman who works at the sidewalk flower stand at a nearby market. Last year she called me "Babycakes"just before Valentine's Day, but I haven't seen her since. Invitation: "Do I still look like Babycakes to you?" I ask. She looks at me shrewdly. "Sir, it is the policy of the store that employees are not to get familiar with customers." "Oh, too bad,"say I. She's no longer a player. As I turn my back and walk away, she whispers, "Thanks for coming by, babycakes."An undercover player now.
Example: Me at a well-known company to pick up copies of a manuscript, I am visibly annoyed - this is my third trip to get what was promised yesterday. The anxious clerk, Miss Saucer-eyes, is obviously new to the herd behind the counter and doesn't know what to do with me or for me. The work is still not done, despite promises. Getting mad at her won't help."OK, I won't make any trouble," I say, "Just give me a really clever, off-the-wall creative excuse - the wildest thing you can think of. Make me laugh and I'll go away."Miss Saucer-eyes is mute. This situation was not covered in training school last week. She whispers: "I'll speak to my manager."Not a player.Miss Saucer-eyes retreats to the back of the shop and consults with her manager, a high-energy, sharply-dressed woman. The manager marches briskly up to the counter, gives me a steely look, leans over the counter, and explains: "Sir, you may not know this, but this store has been a front for the Irish Republican Army for years. We're supposed to be turning in our firearms, and it seems a bazooka is missing from the inventory. When we find the bazooka, things will get back to normal. If I were you, I wouldn't make any trouble - just come back tomorrow, OK?”A player.
Example: A garbage man with monster truck. Cold. Rain. As I pass by, he says, "You look prosperous." "Thank you. I feel prosperous." "You look like the kind of guy who might have some frequent-flyer miles." "As a matter of fact, I do. Lots of them." "Listen, I need enough to get me to Buenos Aires, one way." "I've got enough. They're yours. But what's in it for me.?" "Here's the keys to this garbage truck. Even trade.”Yes! I've long had an urge to drive one of those things. I'd like to dump a whole load of garbage on a certain person's front porch. "It's a deal." "You got a license to drive a truck?" "Well, no." "Deals off - I can't be part of anything illegal, but no problem. Get a license. I'm here every Monday.”A player.
Example: Early morning. Lady standing at a bus stop. All seven people waiting with her have wires coming out of their ears. Radios, I-pods, Walkmans, or something. All seven are in a zone - nodding heads in time to music or staring off into space. As I pass, I say to the lady: "They're all alien robots, you know. Their souls have been sucked out of them." The lady gives me a hard look and moves closer to the curb. Not a player. A man who has just walked up says, "Yes, but they aren't useless. They're a street-theater company and I'm their manager. We're on our way to a gig downtown." "Really? What's the name of the performance?" "Bus Stop Stupor. Look for us everywhere.”A player.
Example: Clerk in a bookstore - older lady with dyed red hair. "Can I help you?" she asks. "Happy birthday," I say. (Makes people smile - sometimes you're early, sometimes late, but sometimes right on.) "Well, I hope you're coming to my party,"she says. "We need someone to jump out of a cake.""I'm your man." "You'd be expected to go-go dance in the nude.”"I'm not your man." "My mistake. Thought you looked a little kinky.”A player.
The lady waiting in line behind me - who overheard this conversation - drifted away from the counter and then walked out the door. Not a player.Later, as I walked by a sidewalk table at a nearby coffeehouse, I spot the lady customer who fled the store. "Sorry, hope we didn't annoy you," I said.She smiled. "Oh, no,"she said, "It's just that I jumped out of the cake last year. It hurts my feelings to think they're looking for a replacement.”A player after all.
People in the real world are more full of mischief than I could ever invent. Most are primed and ready to play. While I didn't make up these stories, I had to make some of them down - they were unprintably creative.
Look for players. They're everywhere. You may be one."
by Robert Fulghum.
"PLAYERS
Definition: Persons with enough nimbleness of mind to accept a surprise invitation to jump into a quick game of imagination.
Example: Here's a city bus driver standing in the door of his vehicle, staring into the rain. An invitation from me, passing by: "OK, here's the deal: I'll pay for the gas, and you'll drive us straight to the beach at Santa Monica."He smiles. "OK, meet me here at midnight. It's the end of my run and they won't miss me or the bus until morning. I'll get some barbecue."A player.
Example: This lady with a shopping cart full of oddball stuff standing beside me in front of the cheese counter at the grocery story. My invitation: "I like the groceries in your cart better than mine. Want to trade? You take mine and I'll take yours. Could be interesting when we get home."She smiles. Checks out my cart. "You've got a deal,"she says. We take each other's carts and roll away. Later, she's waiting for me at the check-out counter. She knows and I know: we weren't really going to go through with it. But the few moments of madness brought new meaning to "going to the store for a few things."A player.
Example: There's a tailor shop on Queen Anne Avenue. Sign in the window says "Alterations and Repairs for Men and Women." The tailor is standing in the doorway. I stop. "I'd like to get altered and repaired," I say. She looks at me cautiously. Goes inside. Closes the door. Not a player.
Example: Vivacious young woman who works at the sidewalk flower stand at a nearby market. Last year she called me "Babycakes"just before Valentine's Day, but I haven't seen her since. Invitation: "Do I still look like Babycakes to you?" I ask. She looks at me shrewdly. "Sir, it is the policy of the store that employees are not to get familiar with customers." "Oh, too bad,"say I. She's no longer a player. As I turn my back and walk away, she whispers, "Thanks for coming by, babycakes."An undercover player now.
Example: Me at a well-known company to pick up copies of a manuscript, I am visibly annoyed - this is my third trip to get what was promised yesterday. The anxious clerk, Miss Saucer-eyes, is obviously new to the herd behind the counter and doesn't know what to do with me or for me. The work is still not done, despite promises. Getting mad at her won't help."OK, I won't make any trouble," I say, "Just give me a really clever, off-the-wall creative excuse - the wildest thing you can think of. Make me laugh and I'll go away."Miss Saucer-eyes is mute. This situation was not covered in training school last week. She whispers: "I'll speak to my manager."Not a player.Miss Saucer-eyes retreats to the back of the shop and consults with her manager, a high-energy, sharply-dressed woman. The manager marches briskly up to the counter, gives me a steely look, leans over the counter, and explains: "Sir, you may not know this, but this store has been a front for the Irish Republican Army for years. We're supposed to be turning in our firearms, and it seems a bazooka is missing from the inventory. When we find the bazooka, things will get back to normal. If I were you, I wouldn't make any trouble - just come back tomorrow, OK?”A player.
Example: A garbage man with monster truck. Cold. Rain. As I pass by, he says, "You look prosperous." "Thank you. I feel prosperous." "You look like the kind of guy who might have some frequent-flyer miles." "As a matter of fact, I do. Lots of them." "Listen, I need enough to get me to Buenos Aires, one way." "I've got enough. They're yours. But what's in it for me.?" "Here's the keys to this garbage truck. Even trade.”Yes! I've long had an urge to drive one of those things. I'd like to dump a whole load of garbage on a certain person's front porch. "It's a deal." "You got a license to drive a truck?" "Well, no." "Deals off - I can't be part of anything illegal, but no problem. Get a license. I'm here every Monday.”A player.
Example: Early morning. Lady standing at a bus stop. All seven people waiting with her have wires coming out of their ears. Radios, I-pods, Walkmans, or something. All seven are in a zone - nodding heads in time to music or staring off into space. As I pass, I say to the lady: "They're all alien robots, you know. Their souls have been sucked out of them." The lady gives me a hard look and moves closer to the curb. Not a player. A man who has just walked up says, "Yes, but they aren't useless. They're a street-theater company and I'm their manager. We're on our way to a gig downtown." "Really? What's the name of the performance?" "Bus Stop Stupor. Look for us everywhere.”A player.
Example: Clerk in a bookstore - older lady with dyed red hair. "Can I help you?" she asks. "Happy birthday," I say. (Makes people smile - sometimes you're early, sometimes late, but sometimes right on.) "Well, I hope you're coming to my party,"she says. "We need someone to jump out of a cake.""I'm your man." "You'd be expected to go-go dance in the nude.”"I'm not your man." "My mistake. Thought you looked a little kinky.”A player.
The lady waiting in line behind me - who overheard this conversation - drifted away from the counter and then walked out the door. Not a player.Later, as I walked by a sidewalk table at a nearby coffeehouse, I spot the lady customer who fled the store. "Sorry, hope we didn't annoy you," I said.She smiled. "Oh, no,"she said, "It's just that I jumped out of the cake last year. It hurts my feelings to think they're looking for a replacement.”A player after all.
People in the real world are more full of mischief than I could ever invent. Most are primed and ready to play. While I didn't make up these stories, I had to make some of them down - they were unprintably creative.
Look for players. They're everywhere. You may be one."
by Robert Fulghum.
Monday, February 13, 2006
And this is to console myself ..... (especially before tomorrow)
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Saturday, February 11, 2006
A friend of mine asked me this question some days back and I have been thinking about it ever since. The question went something like this -
What according to you is the all time best love story?? (and I don't mean personal accounts...I mean love stories from novels and movies...)
And though I have been thinking about this for sometime... I can't seem to make up my mind.
Some of my friends have some definite answers though...
Mojo says that it is "Love Story" and "Robibar".
According to Scorpionragz it most definitely is "Gift of the Magi". ( I somewhat agree with this.)
H says that he thinks it should be the movie "Pretty Woman".
And according to P it is (once again) "Love Story".
And so to everyone reading this post (intentionally or unintentionally) please take a few moments and answer this question of mine....
p.s. And this post is not because......(according to the greetings card companies) ..... 'love is in the air' nowadays....it is just a question I meant to ask people for sometime now.
What according to you is the all time best love story?? (and I don't mean personal accounts...I mean love stories from novels and movies...)
And though I have been thinking about this for sometime... I can't seem to make up my mind.
Some of my friends have some definite answers though...
Mojo says that it is "Love Story" and "Robibar".
According to Scorpionragz it most definitely is "Gift of the Magi". ( I somewhat agree with this.)
H says that he thinks it should be the movie "Pretty Woman".
And according to P it is (once again) "Love Story".
And so to everyone reading this post (intentionally or unintentionally) please take a few moments and answer this question of mine....
p.s. And this post is not because......(according to the greetings card companies) ..... 'love is in the air' nowadays....it is just a question I meant to ask people for sometime now.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Ahem........
Okay…..I am NOT good with people. Especially recently I seem to be freaking and pissing off random people
…which, believe me, is not my intention at all. I don’t think that I did anything wrong. But even then….if people were made unhappy by what I did….then I think that I should clarify matters a little.
To ‘A.G’ – I didn’t really mean to desert you. It was not my intention. And I am really sorry if whatever I did made you feel deserted. For the sake of our friendship I really hope that such misunderstandings are avoided in the future.
To ‘S’ –Okay….I am not really sure whether I pissed you off or whether I didn’t. But just so that things are cleared up…..I will just say that the event in question is just one of my pet freaks. I really can’t help it. According to someone I should have been more ‘subtle’and spoken to you face to face and all. But,…well I can’t really do ‘subtle’. ‘Subtle’ is just not my style. And if you were hurt (and I have serious doubts whether you were)….then I am sorry. That was just not my intention.
p.s. this post has too many ‘really’s don’t you think??
p.p.s. And I think I need to get my hormones checked. I seem to be bursting into tears under the slightest provocation nowadays.
p.p.p.s. And I think that 'babelfish' is a 'really' nice person.:)
…which, believe me, is not my intention at all. I don’t think that I did anything wrong. But even then….if people were made unhappy by what I did….then I think that I should clarify matters a little.
To ‘A.G’ – I didn’t really mean to desert you. It was not my intention. And I am really sorry if whatever I did made you feel deserted. For the sake of our friendship I really hope that such misunderstandings are avoided in the future.
To ‘S’ –Okay….I am not really sure whether I pissed you off or whether I didn’t. But just so that things are cleared up…..I will just say that the event in question is just one of my pet freaks. I really can’t help it. According to someone I should have been more ‘subtle’and spoken to you face to face and all. But,…well I can’t really do ‘subtle’. ‘Subtle’ is just not my style. And if you were hurt (and I have serious doubts whether you were)….then I am sorry. That was just not my intention.
p.s. this post has too many ‘really’s don’t you think??
p.p.s. And I think I need to get my hormones checked. I seem to be bursting into tears under the slightest provocation nowadays.
p.p.p.s. And I think that 'babelfish' is a 'really' nice person.:)
.....
A friend of mine claims that friends blasting her unfairly leaves her feeling indifferent. But it is not the case with me. They are my friends and I do care about their opinions.
Lately a lot of my friends have been behaving weirdly and giving me a lot of flak.
And they are being unfair. Very much so.
I know that. But I am still feeling a little guilty.
And it is not just them…..I ALWAYS feel that way…whatever be my position…notwithstanding the fact that I may be right in the matter, I always end up feeling guilty when people blast me….and it is not as if I am always wrong.
I think I am a little spineless in that sense.
I don’t think that I am liking myself very much right now.
In fact, right now I feel angry and hurt towards most of the world.
Lately a lot of my friends have been behaving weirdly and giving me a lot of flak.
And they are being unfair. Very much so.
I know that. But I am still feeling a little guilty.
And it is not just them…..I ALWAYS feel that way…whatever be my position…notwithstanding the fact that I may be right in the matter, I always end up feeling guilty when people blast me….and it is not as if I am always wrong.
I think I am a little spineless in that sense.
I don’t think that I am liking myself very much right now.
In fact, right now I feel angry and hurt towards most of the world.
Monday, February 06, 2006
?????
person x is not a very close friend of person y.
it was not person x's birthday.
it was not person y's birthday either.
it was a normal day. (i.e. no ocassion)
but still person y insisted on treating person y to some very tasty food from a certain canteen in a certain university in eastern india.
whether person y actually treated person x is not the point.
the point is that it made person x feel very awkward. very uncomfortable. and a little annoyed and freaked.
it was not person x's birthday.
it was not person y's birthday either.
it was a normal day. (i.e. no ocassion)
but still person y insisted on treating person y to some very tasty food from a certain canteen in a certain university in eastern india.
whether person y actually treated person x is not the point.
the point is that it made person x feel very awkward. very uncomfortable. and a little annoyed and freaked.
Sunday, February 05, 2006
RDB!!!!
I am not a veritable film buff. But I do watch a lot of cinema.
And…let’s just put it this way…..there are movies…. and then there are movies.
Some movies make me laugh.
Some make me smile.
Some make me sad.
Some movies I enjoy while effectively tucking up my brain in some distant corner of my head for a good 3 hours of undisturbed slumber.
Some movies get me thinking.
While some simply put me to sleep.
But there is seldom a movie which makes me scared. (Horror movies seldom scare me. And anyways I am not talking about that kind of fear.)
I am talking about my fear. A fear triggered off from the sheer intensity of feelings the movie manages to portray. Especially since somehow somewhere down the line I can very much ,and I repeat, very much identify with these raw emotions. Rarely does a movie make me afraid of myself and of my very own feelings.
Cinema manages to move me. Well…..at least some do. But seldom has a movie not only moved me…but has literally shook me by the collars until I wanted to stamp and rave and scream out the myriad feelings churning inside my head. Seldom has a movie made me want to do something. Do something earthshattering and pathbreaking and…….. something really really really worthwhile.
Cinema manages to make me sad and melancholy and thoughtful. But cinema seldom makes me cry. At least contemporary cinema doesn’t. And anyways I seldom cry in public. Crying is an emotion, which I reserve for more private places than a movie theatre. Seldom has a movie influenced me so much that I felt like not only crying but howling my lungs out. Seldom has a movie made me (according to friends) audibly sob in a theatre.
RANG DE BASANTI has made me feel and do all of the above. Things which movies seldom make me do. It has made me angry and sad and happy and overwhelmed….all at the same time. And most of all……..it has made me cry.
Go watch it.
I have nothing else to say.
And…let’s just put it this way…..there are movies…. and then there are movies.
Some movies make me laugh.
Some make me smile.
Some make me sad.
Some movies I enjoy while effectively tucking up my brain in some distant corner of my head for a good 3 hours of undisturbed slumber.
Some movies get me thinking.
While some simply put me to sleep.
But there is seldom a movie which makes me scared. (Horror movies seldom scare me. And anyways I am not talking about that kind of fear.)
I am talking about my fear. A fear triggered off from the sheer intensity of feelings the movie manages to portray. Especially since somehow somewhere down the line I can very much ,and I repeat, very much identify with these raw emotions. Rarely does a movie make me afraid of myself and of my very own feelings.
Cinema manages to move me. Well…..at least some do. But seldom has a movie not only moved me…but has literally shook me by the collars until I wanted to stamp and rave and scream out the myriad feelings churning inside my head. Seldom has a movie made me want to do something. Do something earthshattering and pathbreaking and…….. something really really really worthwhile.
Cinema manages to make me sad and melancholy and thoughtful. But cinema seldom makes me cry. At least contemporary cinema doesn’t. And anyways I seldom cry in public. Crying is an emotion, which I reserve for more private places than a movie theatre. Seldom has a movie influenced me so much that I felt like not only crying but howling my lungs out. Seldom has a movie made me (according to friends) audibly sob in a theatre.
RANG DE BASANTI has made me feel and do all of the above. Things which movies seldom make me do. It has made me angry and sad and happy and overwhelmed….all at the same time. And most of all……..it has made me cry.
Go watch it.
I have nothing else to say.
Friday, February 03, 2006
Hmmmm...
When you are addicted to something it tends to dominate most of your thoughts and eats up almost all of your spare time.
Sleeping is addtictive. Majorly addictive.
I think I am addicted to sleep.
Sleeping is addtictive. Majorly addictive.
I think I am addicted to sleep.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
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