Thought for the day

Speaking in English is like making Godhumai halwa.. More often than not, the texture matters more than the taste!! :-D

Arbit post

Today Macroeconomics taught me " The rupees we earn as income are only as valuable as the goods we can purchase with them" And rupees can't buy any of the important things in life :-) Paradox i feel...

Finding -1

I came across this wonderful quote...

"Some choices we live not only once but a thousand times over, remembering them for the rest of our lives."

Richard Bach

List of things

I miss the most...

- Filter coffee
- keerai and kozhambu
- A land line connection to talk to my mom
- Murugan Idly kadai
- Mylapore temple
- Pondy bazaar shopping
- Star movies and HBO from the couch at home
- Walks with appa in chilly bangalore evenings
- Cooking
- Elliots beach and Punjabi dhaba
- Pizza hut when i am blue
- Watching movies in the office
- Fridays in office
- Odyssey, Landmark and crosswords

Just another day in paradise

The mobile rings heartlessly to wake you from your extended nap of 3 hours. But what do you do? Snooze the alarm, reset the alarm to wake you after seven minutes and get back to your sleep. Time now, 9:00 AM. You finally wake up and after an ineffectual cleansing of the teeth you rush to class.

Ignorance is bliss they say but morning classes, unmatched ecstasy. It’s at this time you get all philosophical and question your life. Lol. Prof shoots a question at you. Thud!! Back down to reality. You fumble and smile and use your memory to make up a grammatically correct – logically incorrect answer and the professor nods in approval at your idiocy.

You rush to grab a bit o’ breakfast leftovers and the cuppa chai when it’s almost lunchtime. You rush back to classes or back to the hostel for an assignment submission. Such is the quality of life here, if you can associate any quality to it. Assignments, quizzes, meetings and talks, brain wracking sessions ( believe me when I say this that you’ll run short of whacky ideas and all your ideas will seem banal. You need so many around here that you run out of them really quickly), quick lunch, birthday parties, weekend classes, social service, parties, booze, gyaan from peers and seniors.. sigh.. everything’s in the list except SLEEP. You will feel yourself floating in time as insignificantly as a feather moving about as it instructs you to. You are helpless and sometimes lonely too. Memoirs of your past. Wishing to be in a better place. Thinking about mom’s food and missing dad’s boring lectures and all those people close to you whom you wouldn’t stop fighting with. Thinking about yourself you’d walk away from b school life to spend some time in contemplation (who am I kidding?? “In self pity” would be a better usage :-P)

The wind in your hair and the mild rumbling of the thunder, you sit on the park bench. At a distance,beyond your ipod music you hear the faint cheering of the mess bhainas playing cricket. With a book in your hands as you finish one page after the other, you feel at the top of the world. These are the moments that periodically remind you of the fact that nothing can ever take time away from you. In fact B School Life can only remind you to make time for yourself.

More than WORDS

Saying I love you

Is not the words I want to hear from you

Its not that I want you

Not to say, but if you only knew

How easy it would be to show me how you feel

More than words is all you have to do to make it real

Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me

Cos Id already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two

More than words to show you feel

That your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away

Then you couldnt make things new

Just by saying I love you

More than words

Now Ive tried to talk to you and make you understand

All you have to do is close your eyes

And just reach out your hands and touch me

Hold me close dont ever let me go

More than words is all I ever needed you to show

Then you wouldnt have to say that you love me

Cos Id already know

What would you do if my heart was torn in two

More than words to show you feel

That your love for me is real

What would you say if I took those words away

Then you couldnt make things new

Just by saying I love you

- Extreme