And so i Thought and Said

I say it with double 'e' instead of an 'i' because that explains the level of perplexity this thing has caused in my life. There are certain trends that I have observed and I would like you all to kindly throw some light on them for me. The trends are as under: We bitch about the ones we have stayed and observed a lot. We stay a lot with them and that is why we bitch about them. We have observed them enough in our stay with them and that is why we bitch about them. We bitch about them and that is why we observe them all the more. We bitch behind their back but we are all so cloyingly sweet with them when they are there. Bitching for us is a statement of fact but that is what we feel about someone (and expectation is that it be taken as universal) The person we bitch with is bitched about in front of the one we just bitched about. We bitch in front of one and all with the assumption that we are the only ones who are doing things " idhar-udhar " (being...

OK! so I had been forcing myself to write something for long now and there was so much of sheer stupidity around (and inside too) that I could not but delve into the deeper realms of being stupid. Seriously, how can anyone for that matter be this stupid, as in really really stupid type. So stupid that the word "stupid" finds the person stupid. Now let us define stupid in a way different from the usual largely perceived meaning. Dictionary defines "stupid" as someone who is unintelligent or dumb witted or moronic. Well I define stupid as someone who does not suit my taste ! Stumped! Aren't You ? But that is exactly what we always do; right! Oh this guy has always to do this thing, such a stupid one! (So, what's your problem, is it affecting you in any way?) C'mon don't be stupid, buy this phone! (Why are you being stupid in forcing him to pay "HIS" money for your choice, just let him do what he wants) Are you stupid you haven...

I have observed that some of the most peculiar of my thoughts come on a day before an exam I am totally clueless about. This may actually lead to an implication that I need exams to be creative; kindly refrain from thinking so. Actually, I was thinking that jokes are always good till the time they are on you. You might be making fun of someone but the moment you know that someone did the same to you, you are furious. People have this tendency to take themselves ultra seriously, just like they are the Sun of this universe and the whole world revolves around them. Please don't take this comment to be sexist but females in general suffer from this "taking myself seriously" syndrome or should I put it this way; the said syndrome is found in them more often than not. I will not comment on anyone as such but I can give my example. There have been instances where I have acted as if everyone is noticing me. C'mon, I am no Megan Fox to be noticed by one and all. Also, som...

A writer's block can be one of the most frustrating things for someone who keeps writing. I have been experiencing one for some days now. Have already tried to draft more than 10 blogs but have ended up in deleting them midway. Oh, am actually complaining now! Well, whats so special about it because this is what we all generally do. Complain ! We are perfectionist at that. You give us a situation and we will find a fault with it. You will not be able to even delve into the depths from where we will emerge with a sense of achievement, oh yes we just found it! But don't you worry, you are like us only; you will find faults too. You don't really have to look around to complain, they are as easy and obvious as some that I have listed below: 1) Why couldn't I get up early, darn this "alarm" : C'mon, whats wrong with the alarm  here 2) God! why is this watch running so fast : Seriously ? 3) People like him/her spoil it all by being punctual always : ...

Dear Maa, It is going to be two weeks soon and am happily studying here. Though I find it awkward when people ask me if I miss home, I'll be honest in saying that I fail to answer them. I do not know if I miss you people or not. You see, there is a lot to learn here, lot to achieve and I do not want to miss out on anything. Well, this was what it seems on the outset, if I delve deep into my emotions, I find that I had been doing all this, making myself busy with thing so that I forget the feeling of being away from home. I miss the morning breakfast at 8 and how I used to force you to sit with me while I get ready. I feel really bad when I see that its lunch time but still I am in no situation to count the hours for it to be 5:30. I miss it at 6 p.m. when you used to be standing out waiting for me. I miss the Sunday's national breakfast of poha. I miss the crazy fights we had and how I used to call from office asking nani to make rajma chaval or kadhi chaval. I miss those ...

So, its almost a week at IIM Indore, Mumbai Campus and since I haven’t written any thing for almost a month; I feel that it is my moral obligation to write and enlighten the world which had been so deprived of some food for thought. The weather here is as fickle as any chameleon can get, the sky changing colors every now and then and you getting drenched in the rains, all wet and then within ten minutes you have all dried up due to the pinching, dense sunshine. Assignments are pouring in and the freshers had been a blast. The past week had been so busy that these four days’ off seems absurd. In the midst of all these, I am actually enjoying what people call the “perks of being at a premier institute in India”.  I would thus share two most peculiar ones  with you and in italics will be my take on them. 1. Suddenly I realised that people have started believing in my talent. The question mark on my abilities is gone just because I happened to garner a ...

Now that the world cup is over, let us have a reality check. Now, because we all are done with what we did and so, looking back and smiling (feeling foolish maybe) is the only option left. So here is the checklist of what we did incessantly but could have done without or what we just became. 1) Hourly updates : brings me to the question, "Were you watching or flaunting?" 2) The two players that I know : you see the match has to be between them only. 3) The headline that was to be : well you had to post that status update anyway. 4) Go "whoever" Go : again, the star player featured in the player to watch out for on the first page of newspaper. 5) Football dolls: suddenly the girls knew so much about football, going about supporting teams they hardly knew 3 players of. 6) The goal talkers : these are the men at office who would suddenly chip in and start talking about the single goal they saw. 7) The 4th umpires: Ok, refrees! Ready with their takes on everyt...

I have usually wondered as to what it takes to be strong, to stand alone rather than being a part of the crowd going wrong; to take a stand and to stand on it, more so when you are a girl. It is a man’s world; no matter how many women there are, they always fall short of the men they have to handle daily. The softer (I refrain from calling it fairer) sex, the more patient one; the as the serials portray it, “the idol of sacrifice and perseverance”, what if it takes a stand. What if it challenges the norms? What if it is not submissive? What if it can shout back? What if it can look into your eyes and say, “Do not try to fool me, for I mean business?” What if it decides to be the rebel, the non-conformist? Ideally, there should not be an issue but practically there is a big one. There has been a traditional role defined, a typecast and any deviation from it is so not acceptable. People (read men) will definitely not be comfortable but things do not end t...

As weird as it may sound, I actually have been saying a heart busting NO to the aloo parathas; No thanks to the flabs (not abs) I am beginning to have. As a girl, I cannot just let go of the ever pounding weight. You may call me fussy but then, even though not a Kareena,I would be more than happy with a Konkana atleast. Anyways, you all know how tough it is to say NO to an aloo paratha. It almost questions your Indian origins. That butter gliding over the hot surface so lovingly seduces you and you just want to go for it. But then, the flabs you see !! Now, that we have had lots of paratha talks, let me just draw an analogy; did you ever realise that the person shouting at you is just like an aloo paratha. All heated up, blaring in your face and anger flowing on him just like the melting butter. Shouting back seems to be the most viable option, but then what does it give you ? A burnt mouth (too hot to handle) and the guilt post that (oh! My flabs; why did I react in this case). S...

There was once a joke about Indian people urinating anywhere and everywhere. So true it was, wasn't it. Many of us, am very sure, must have exercised this right to pee freely many times. Needless to say that this is one of the most frequently exercised right. We (esp males) can urinate anywhere. You stop the bus, you stop the car, you are in the market, you are standing next to the public urinal (you won't do it in the urinal). As a child while going on long road journeys, it used to be a great pastime for me to count the number of "uncles" found urinating on the way. Hilariously, the count exceeded 20 always. Obviously for people to put up photos of Gods on walls or posting the very common, " Gadhe k poot yaha na moot ", there had to be a solid reason. And then, the ladies why should I leave you, you have this obsession to keep the toilets as filthy as possible, not flushing your poop or just leaving behind that used pad of yours. And how can I forget,...

I had been receiving a series of mails pointing out to the discrepancies that exist in the system. Most of them, unlike what the code of conduct says, were meant for slandering. I actually smiled on realizing that some of these mails were exchanged between the people sitting in the same office; and many times next to each other. Hilarious as it may sound, this is true of what we define as the "Office Culture", because irrespective of it being a private or public or whatever possible sector, people exchange mails as frequently as the pleasantries they exchange on meeting someone. So, based on my observations and experiences in addition to what I have heard from people, these are few categories in which I have finally divided the people who mail The Mailers Just like we have bloggers, we have Mailers too. These people have this unparalleled knack to write such big mails which are sound specimen of their exemplary vocabulary. It seems as if they have all their office hours d...

I just did something worse enough to make my mother cry, when she discussed the same with me, I hardly had tears in my eyes that she hugged me back and it was back to normal again. Mothers, I do not know what they are made of and honestly, this blog will not be one of my best because the topic am touching, well none can put it in words. It will be all so generalised even though I will share my experiences alone, but then I guess thats what mothers are, all so same but unique in their own ways. As a kid, I remember her teaching me ABC, i wonder how much of patience she had to keep teaching when the results would have obviously taken so many months to show. Also, the birthday party; she used to make all those decorations and the usp used to be the decorated " chaadar " she used to make all by herself. The mothers know everything right and in my experience, they are always right ( My mom is always right I do not know how but she always is) . They understand us the best but...

I had been talking to a friend one day when suddenly the topic came, he isn't interested for he does not reply to my whatsapp jokes, atleast he can reply with a smiley if not more. Shocked, perplexed or whatever, I was exactly the same; how could whatsapp define someone's emotions for you? Well, this being just one of the many similar conversations I have had, not to deny the fact that I myself have been a victim to something similar. The pictures and posts on Facebook and the number of likes on them. Though very awkward to say but yes, many times I have felt low because of not getting so many likes on an allegedly beautiful picture of mine, many or rather most of the times, my posts do not get the much deserved response as compared to the poorly written verse that am sure no one would ever rate as good. Am giving my example because this is the closest I have got to this, but its not about me alone. Many of us must be thinking secretly that its their story too. And for the...

It really happens sometimes that we are so stressed that there seems to be no way out. Every word seems to be a sarcasm and every action taken leads to frustration. Almost each and everyone of us must have faced it some day or the other, little do we realise that most of this is self induced . Obviously turning away your face from it is not the solution. Ignore and move on cannot be followed always because sometimes other people's action defines your success. No one wants to be bashed for what the other person did. But then, such is life dearies! Anyways, coming back to self induced, yeah it is; hard to believe but true. I can say this because I passed through a similar situation too for some times. Then one day I realised that the major cause of my stress was jealousy. Agreed there was nothing I could do to help it but then it was affecting me alone. And so I devised some of these strategies to give it back. Since its all in mind, lets give it back to them in mind. So here w...