We had a wet-night in our college on 16th: to celebrate Independence Day! And it was sponsored by a leading consultant and one of the most sought after recruiters of our campus (I avoid taking names because I’m not sure if the company wants the fact to be publicised). In layman’s language, that means just one thing, and one very important thing at that: Free Booze!!!
Knowing XL-culture and having lived with the resolute culture-upholders for almost 15 months now, I was pretty sure that petty things like submissions of Pray and Mad Shuks(nothing, absolutely nothing, can ever be more significant than booze…except free booze, i.e.) wouldn’t dampen anybody’s spirits (pun very much intended).
A sucker for dance parties that I am, at 1 o’clock, I pinged Rondu to accompany me to the wet-night. True to his character, he started bickering about how he still had a lot of work to do, and how his team-mates were just FRAXing, and how he was the only one working while others were sleeping, and how his ISE group is a mistake blah blah blah… so I told him that he could work for an hour, and then we’d go there, again just for an hour, and then he could come back and continue with his never-ending B-Plan. Surprisingly, he agreed within 15 minutes of pestering!
At 2, I pinged him again. I was half expecting him to back out. But he just asked for 10 more minutes. He did repeat his saga of woes before that :o) but then he came. And we went. And we joined Sanjay & Co. and we danced. The fervour was a bit low. It usually takes a few minutes to build up… then I had some whiskey. And then we danced some more. And then I had another shot. I was just in a mood to get drunk, to know how it feels, to be on a high. It’s heavenly. It makes you happy, sets you free, makes you much more of a fun person than you already are.
We were back by 4. I was totally drunk by then. I couldn’t walk straight. I kept falling off. I was laughing loudly. My voice was slurring. And I was totally happy and enjoying myself. Rondu dropped me on my door. I entered my room, stripped off all my clothes, put on my stupid stingy nightie, and dropped off on the bed.
In the wee hours of morning, nature urged me to wake up. And I realized I was not in a good shape. My head was spinning. I was pretty sure I would pass out. I thought about calling up My Friend, then decided against it. It would require me to change my clothes. I wasn’t capable of doing that. Heck! I wasn’t capable of peeing, I feared I’d pass out on the way itself. I didn’t know what to do. I got a bit worried. And I wished I had stuck to my original plan of getting drunk only with my husband/ boyfriend. That way, I’d have someone to watch out for me after the good phase of being drunk was over.
Anyways, what was done could not be undone. So I took a Combiflam (that’s what I take for my migraine), and decided to call Soumya if I needed any help. Hoping that I wouldn’t I went off to sleep. Thankfully, it didn’t take too much effort.
The entire next day (Yes, the entire next day. No exaggeration.) I had a hangover. But it was a mere reminder of what fun I had last night :o)
Monday, August 18, 2008
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Jogging in the Rain
Sometimes, you have this vision in life. And you know that when you achieve it, you’ll be happy. You slog for it, work hard day and night. You make countless sacrifices. You designate spending time with family as petty matter in front of your Vision. You ignore your dearest friends, lose track of them. You read up stuff that makes no sense to you. You sleep late, or don’t sleep at all in order to accomplish the milestones towards your goals.
Sometimes, you take pleasure in your small achievements. But these small achievements are all in line with your Final Goal. They just reinforce that you have chosen the right path, and they propel you further.
Then one fine morning, you wake up and decide to go for a long, long walk. And as you step out, you find that the scene is breathtaking. The sky is cloudy. There is a pleasant breeze blowing. The campus is lush green and picture perfect. A smile spreads over your face and you remind yourself how you almost cancelled on your plan to walk thinking it might be too sunny outside. Mentally, you thank somebody (yourself, God, Nature…even you don’t know, and you don’t give it a thought either), and with a spring in your foot (literally), you start with your walk.
When you are still in your 3rd round, it starts drizzling. It feels good. In fact, it feels great. You are happy you came out today morning. By the end of it, it starts pouring heavily. You start jogging instead of walking. The rain, the greenery, the breeze, life itself seems to have induced new energy in you. You are enjoying every moment of this.
For a moment, just for a very small insignificant moment, you think of returning back to hostel. Btu then you rubbish the though and continue with your walk. Towards the end of 4th round, again you start jogging. It feels so good. It feels like heaven. And you realize, that it is these simple pleasures that give life more meaning, more happiness, more everlasting moments than perhaps anything else can.
Sometimes, you take pleasure in your small achievements. But these small achievements are all in line with your Final Goal. They just reinforce that you have chosen the right path, and they propel you further.
Then one fine morning, you wake up and decide to go for a long, long walk. And as you step out, you find that the scene is breathtaking. The sky is cloudy. There is a pleasant breeze blowing. The campus is lush green and picture perfect. A smile spreads over your face and you remind yourself how you almost cancelled on your plan to walk thinking it might be too sunny outside. Mentally, you thank somebody (yourself, God, Nature…even you don’t know, and you don’t give it a thought either), and with a spring in your foot (literally), you start with your walk.
When you are still in your 3rd round, it starts drizzling. It feels good. In fact, it feels great. You are happy you came out today morning. By the end of it, it starts pouring heavily. You start jogging instead of walking. The rain, the greenery, the breeze, life itself seems to have induced new energy in you. You are enjoying every moment of this.
For a moment, just for a very small insignificant moment, you think of returning back to hostel. Btu then you rubbish the though and continue with your walk. Towards the end of 4th round, again you start jogging. It feels so good. It feels like heaven. And you realize, that it is these simple pleasures that give life more meaning, more happiness, more everlasting moments than perhaps anything else can.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
For somebody, who’ll probably never read it
Vatsa said something in the MGC class today. And it seemed to me that he was giving words to my thoughts, reading my mind, understanding what nobody else was able to. It was one of those rare moments when all your faith in magic is suddenly reconstituted.
It was during the MGC class. We were studying a concept in which it was explained how important it is to build a shattered person’s confidence, because in absence of that the person ends up hurting himself eternally. And towards its end, Vatsa said that he just wanted to share a reflection.
“What about the people who are just the opposite of this? People who are very confident of themselves? They also need some counselling. But they never get it because they never approach anybody for it. And that is because they don’t know they need it. They are so sure of themselves. They think they are perfect in every sense. They believe that their reasoning, thoughts and opinions are flawless. Perhaps these people are not given counselling because they don’t hurt themselves. But they hurt others around them, others who may care for them and what they say. Because these people will demean everybody, even those who love them.”
It was during the MGC class. We were studying a concept in which it was explained how important it is to build a shattered person’s confidence, because in absence of that the person ends up hurting himself eternally. And towards its end, Vatsa said that he just wanted to share a reflection.
“What about the people who are just the opposite of this? People who are very confident of themselves? They also need some counselling. But they never get it because they never approach anybody for it. And that is because they don’t know they need it. They are so sure of themselves. They think they are perfect in every sense. They believe that their reasoning, thoughts and opinions are flawless. Perhaps these people are not given counselling because they don’t hurt themselves. But they hurt others around them, others who may care for them and what they say. Because these people will demean everybody, even those who love them.”
Saturday, August 2, 2008
Blue
Does it happen with everybody: feeling blue for no reason at all? I'm feeling like that today. I can myself notice that I'm not my usual chirpy self. I'm sad, quiet, non-argumentative (I know, that's the ultimate indicator :o))...just generally low on spirit and energy.
My Friend, the one who is my favourite topic of discussion these days, who even propelled me to write by first blog, is becoming more and more stubborn & irritating with every passing day. I fear that he is becoming senile. He argues about every single thing in this world. He can NEVER EVER agree with you. So much so, that sometimes he'll even contradict himself. He just has to argue with you, that's all. He's highly opinionated & judgemental. And the worst, he is so damn convinced of the fact that he can never be wrong! I know, most of us feel that way. But when faced with convincing logic and proof, we do bend a little, if not outrightly change our original stand. But My Friend the Great wouldn't dream of it! In fact, he openly says stuff like, "I'm a very rational person," and, "That's your perspective. But my perspective is different. And my perspective is correct."
I know, it is not good to be bitching about my "best friend", and that too in a public forum. But slowly, he's started bugging me. And i have a strong feeling that our friendship won't sustain longer than a month after college getting over. Sad, though. i have never taken losing friends easily. I mean, I should be used to it by now. Ever since Deepti just forgot about me after changing her school in class XI, giving an all together new meaning to the proverb "Out of sight: Out of mind", I have been through my share of loneliness, sadness, confusion, disillusionment etc etc etc. And now, whenever I start with a new venture, I simply remind myself that "life-long friendship" is what Bollywood movies and youthful promises are made of. But still, every time I lose a friend, I can't help wondering why. I spend endless nights trying to analyse the possible reasons, explaining the unexplainable. I mean, can there be any explanation for why life is unfair? It just is...
My Friend, the one who is my favourite topic of discussion these days, who even propelled me to write by first blog, is becoming more and more stubborn & irritating with every passing day. I fear that he is becoming senile. He argues about every single thing in this world. He can NEVER EVER agree with you. So much so, that sometimes he'll even contradict himself. He just has to argue with you, that's all. He's highly opinionated & judgemental. And the worst, he is so damn convinced of the fact that he can never be wrong! I know, most of us feel that way. But when faced with convincing logic and proof, we do bend a little, if not outrightly change our original stand. But My Friend the Great wouldn't dream of it! In fact, he openly says stuff like, "I'm a very rational person," and, "That's your perspective. But my perspective is different. And my perspective is correct."
I know, it is not good to be bitching about my "best friend", and that too in a public forum. But slowly, he's started bugging me. And i have a strong feeling that our friendship won't sustain longer than a month after college getting over. Sad, though. i have never taken losing friends easily. I mean, I should be used to it by now. Ever since Deepti just forgot about me after changing her school in class XI, giving an all together new meaning to the proverb "Out of sight: Out of mind", I have been through my share of loneliness, sadness, confusion, disillusionment etc etc etc. And now, whenever I start with a new venture, I simply remind myself that "life-long friendship" is what Bollywood movies and youthful promises are made of. But still, every time I lose a friend, I can't help wondering why. I spend endless nights trying to analyse the possible reasons, explaining the unexplainable. I mean, can there be any explanation for why life is unfair? It just is...
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