The North v/s South divide!

Today something funny happened. Well it seems funny now but was hardly so when it actually took place. Today some class one smeg head decided to make our morning extra special. We parked our vehicle in the wrong place but we were hardly gone 15min, when we came back to deflated tyres and the culprits nowhere to be seen. The story behind it was we parked in an office area, were warned not to, didn't listen and bam!
We were wrong in parking there but did we really deserve those deflated tyres at the end of the day? I say no, not because it was my 'bhurrrooom' they attacked but the spite was totally uncalled for! The jerks had their share of fun, a good laugh for 2 minutes in the day, maybe leave oh so happy friday morning tales to recall and showoff infront of fellow idiots.
Now by the time we reached the nearest petrol pump, we had pretty much assumed all Bangalorites to be the same and the 'Air' guy there added to it when he nodded and said yes to everything we asked. By now, we were pretty much set on rattling off woes of being the 'NorthIndians' in the big bad south-indian world. To be honest, I wanted to go back break their car windows but I had to suffice with updating my status and tell the entire world how horribly the city is treating me.
I also did some self actaulization sessions and came to the conclusion that it could have been any city, Calcutta, Bombay or Delhi. But the fact that it happened in Bangalore shook me up a bit was because i carried this stupid idea in my head that North is more aggressive compared to dear Southies. I guess I need to re-think how I think of things.
World, The bottomline is pre-concieved notions are bad for your health, dont carry any and stay happy. Chow for Now!!

When the going gets tough but the tough refuses to budge

The head is self explanatory I guess. My life is pretty much wrecked the past few days. It felt like college all over again, just that it wasn't college and definitely no fun. On top someone like me who wears zero confidence all the time has it hard. I have realized after giving umpteen number of interviews and facing maximum rejects that it doesn't matter whether you know it, what matters is whether you know it up there in front of those blood sucking fiends aka interviewers. I don't know about others but my mind goes enters into a time freeze mode and the giggling attacks accompanying it just makes it bad and not to mention very very embarrassing. Giggling attacks is in order to save grace when I come across a dumbf.... but it has not so nice side effects. I start laughing because I cant answer, then they start laughing because they think OHH ANOTHER ONE, LETS TAKE HER CASE!!
The worse is when you know your stuff and you still cant answer, that is sad.
Well! I have never been in that situation, I don't know my stuff ever, so I never get sad. Eat well, live well, let the 'tough' go to hell!

DON't Mind, no regrets

Today I was told that my last post was boring. I will be frank, it hurt me because it came from a sensible source. But what did I expect? bookers prize huh! I was also told I think too much whilst putting my thoughts into place, that I should just write and put not too much head into it. Well! I would like to tell Mr. Know it all, thankyou for the feedback but mujpe ek ehsaan karna ke mujpe koi ehsaan na karna. Not that I am not open to healthy criticism, but something concrete is more welcome.
I know as everyone does that negative criticism pinches hard even if it has no head or a tail to make some decent sense out of it. So how should one treat it? Ideally speaking one should take it nicely, maybe work on it and better yourself but when do you say stop? What is 'healthy' criticism? I don't understand the term, so I will stick to my 'healthy' defense mechanism and pretend that I don't care because then I don't have regrets

Tough times

I like to write but because I do so, it becomes difficult for me to do it well under pressure or when I am stressed. Yes, the day didn't go too well and that is why I had to drag myself to sign and start typing. I always believed if one is upset, they should just settle down with a pen and paper and pour it all out. But with me the phenomenon reverses, the more bad I feel, the more do I cringe away from writing about it. Maybe I like to believe not writing about it will make it go away or it would be undone somehow. I so wish it would be so but alas! Now before my long list of admirers go into a tizzy, I would like to make myself plain that only a bit of the night work part was unpleasant, rest of the day was a dream. As I write on a public platform I would not elaborate further, just say that a sadist is a sad person himself. Now that I have had my sweet comeback I realize that doesn't make me feel great in any way. But I have to admit just writing about it even in a vague manner lifts my spirit and makes me want to jump around to the stupid bollywood gana I am listening to. We learn a word here and a song there is all it takes to get the tough going!

tata

HEE HAHAHA

Today's post is dedicated to those cynics who dare not write themselves but are the first to criticize when someone else picks up the pen. The thing with writing is that you have to write, constantly and keep at it. Lot of hurdles lie in your way out which unwanted criticism is the worst. If you are sensible you wont care much and carry on but the stupid old me still has that kid inside. So today I write with the spirit of revenge... no that wont be good. Another thing about writing is that you should devoid yourself of all rage, emotions and ego issues and write with a clear head. You mayn't be the next Shakespeare but what you write will be sensible. I have done this so often, random ramblings whenever I am angry, down and out or defeated. But those emotions are fit for your private diary(I have four stacks of them all full of absurdly haphazard run of events). Also, what fails most budding writers is lack of words to express themselves in and that is why you need to read read read. Words are a writer's ammunition. Last but not the least, everything you write doesn't have to be complex. Just because you want to be a part of the literary world doesn't mean you cant write about mundane things, your daily routine, even a simple bus-ride from your house to work can be made exciting by the choice of words and how much heart you can put into it. A good example is Mr. Chetan Bhagat's books. I personally never liked them but that doesn't mean its not a good piece of effort from his side. In a recent tv show he said how proud he feels when an auto wallah or a taxi driver reads and enjoys his work!! As I mentioned earlier, just write, no ego's, no hassles, that is how it should be.

And now that I have given enough gyaan for the cynics, I will wait and watch out for their literary efforts. Heeeehahah

The end all

Why do we work? The most obvious answer is to sustain ourselves, to help pay the rent, eat wherever whatever we like, buy clothes to your heart's desire, watch movies, have fun. That is how we most youngsters look at it. But without our realizing it, we intend to have more through our hardwork. We look forward to recognition. We look forward to liberation. We look forward to liberties. We look forward to looking back and saying yes I have done well. We look forward to a space where we matter. We look forward to being looked up to!

This thought struck me hard today. I knew it all along. Acknowledgement is important and gives everyone a sense of satisfaction and importance in life. Not being acknowledged for good work! for hard work! is frustrating and in short makes you feel like a loser.

The end-all of everything is the recognition we keep running after but how many of us have it within reach. On that note, tata

LIAR LIAR

When I start writing I make this unconscious decision of being true to myself and my keypad. I want to write what I think is right and not what can be digested easily. Suddenly I appreciate how difficult it is to write an autobiography. I always thought of it as an exciting experience but opening yourself to the world may require a lot of courage. Everyone has secrets and mostly not so nice ones and hence being just to the book and yourself at the same time may get to you. Coming back to what I was saying, I too want to write what my heart dictates but it is too personal today and keeping it under wraps is what i intend to do. Just as I decide to keep a certain part of me out of the horizon today I cant think of anything else to write. My head is full of it, just it and my stupid brain refuses to yield. I wish I could scream it out because that is what my head is doing right now but alas a part of my brain also asks me to shut up and suffer. The only good part about this piece today is I am not lying to myself and neither to my keypad. Yes I am worried but I am no liar!

ASMANJAS

I almost forgot to write today but let the world believe it or not, it wasn't due to laziness at all but because I lacked time. The splitting headache that has decided to drop in and say hello should know it is not welcome, at 7 in the morning! definitely not. And I am afraid it all started because of a certain someone I don't like at work. My list of I don't like certain someone's is growing too big..hm may be time for a nickname for them. You see a YOU KNOW WHO is too long. How would Rowling use that everytime. But for today I will take the liberty of using it as I the headache just wants to continue its masquerade here. So this you know who from office wasn't happy with the colours I use in charts, decimals instead of perc is a no-no and its pretty much omygod if my few of my tables dont have a border. Dear me! how do I stand him. The fact that he is good at his work just make him un-pleasanter. Time to go but should I say goodnight or goodmorning?? what the hmmm, its chhutti time. Tata for now.

The Gap!!

The big void! What on earth have I been upto? Its 2011 bye bye time..

Well, I am done with an MBA, I have a job, I work the vampire timings and I am enjoying Bangalore's breeziness. I will admit that again I fell victim to my lazy bum and decided an extra hour of sleep is all worth it. But no! no more will I say no to my hidden desire to write, even if its absolute crap, I have decided I owe this to myself.

I will also admit, it wasn't my 'strong' will-power which pushed me to hunt down this 2years and 5months old profile. God only knows how embarrassed I was to read my latest entry

(lala 2.5years old!!), but that is how it always is and will always remain. When I go through what I wrote when I was 14, it certainly takes me some time to overcome the initial shock. I always wanted to know whether popular authors and serious writer go through the same!! I guess I wont know. Coming back to why am I writing this!! A certain someone not exactly in my favorite's list I discovered to my utter disappointment is a blogger and on top writes really well. I just thanked god as that certain someone is not hot, these small insignificant points are a big relief to a girl of 23 in the short run(if not the bigger picture aur kal kisne dekha hain). So, with a new determination in my heart and a smile on my lips I write away ;)