When I was in Std 3, I dreamt that when I'd be 20, I'd somehow land up in XLRI. My dream was so full of detail that when I woke up, I actually remembered every minute feature of the room I was supposed to be living in. So much so, that I immediately grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a poem about it. 13 years down the line, I miraculously found that sheet of paper and in it was scrawled my thoughts about my future abode. And believe it or not, it matches perfectly!! I knew this miracle should not be kept in secret any more, so I have decided to share it with the world. So here goes...
"I love my room, it is really cool
It is the best room, in the entire B-School.
I love my room, it is really airy
when it gets dark, it doesn't get scary.
I love my room, it is pretty high,
when I look around, I just go 'sigh!'
I love my room, it is the best on the floor,
It has a lovely window and a funky door.
I love my room, it has a smiley poster,
I have a kettle in it, but I don't have a toaster.
I love my room, it is really great,
it keeps me company when I have no date.
I love my room, it looks really bright
Not because of the lighting, but its painted white.
I love my room, because its pretty big
There is so much space when I want to do a jig
I also love my roomie, with whom this room I share
because she is a localite, and she's never there.
I love my room, it is extremely nice,
I like it better when it’s filled with guys.
I love my room, because I live here,
It is my only home in the northern hemisphere.
I love my room and it loves me back,
It feels so amazing everyday, when I hit the sack."
Hmmm.. Now that I live here, I really do feel the same way. I wonder where my poem about my room in the second year is... hmmm.. need to search for that. Just one clarification though. I really do like my roomie.. She's a sweetheart :)
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Saturday, October 21, 2006
Puppy Love!
It was a weird scene at XLRI. Milo was lying on the ground, and Fluffy was on top of him, licking him all over. Cartman, as usual, just stood and watched from a distance. Cleo was slightly disturbed and he shivered away in a corner, while his brothers and sisters were just indifferent. On the path that connects the two hostels, we all stood and watched them...amazed at the sight.
Ever since these cute little pups arrived on campus, life has been quite different. Previously I used to just run between classes, too fast to smell the flowers or look beneath bushes for pups. But somehow now, its a daily routine just to stop by the path and have a look at them.
It all started the day I discovered six little pups, cuddled up in a despicable rug below the huge transmitter device that haunts my hostel's ground floor. Even in the midst of bricks, tools, stones and cardboard pieces these little creatures looked completely at peace. Looking at their satisfied faces as they lay there, on top of each other I fell in love with them.
In the next few days, there was another litter and before we knew, we had pups running all over the place. 13 of them in all. I dont think even their moms can differentiate among them. And since the same dog fathered them all, I don't think he has issues recognizing his little ones. Shifted to a new location, these pups now live off a path that connects the hostels. These pups inhabit the staircase at the entrance of the old girl's hostel, and wiggle in and out of the pots that keep them warm, according to their convenience. I still haven't seen all the 13 of them together, since quite frankly, its quite impossible to get a hold on all them at one go.
Since the days have gone by, I have learnt a lot about the pups in general. As I stop by atleast twice a day to trouble the little angels, they have eased up to me too, and what I have learnt isn't exactly Organizational Behaviour, but it comes close to it. Some of these pups just welcome you when they see you approaching and some just try to hide better. There are others that are indifferent, and a few that are curious and think that the bottom of your jeans is doggy heaven. Some that snarl as you lift them up, some that just stare at you with deep clueless eyes.
Some that prefer the shadows, and some that want the same attention that their fellow pups are receiving.
Thinking of names for them was a tough job! First, there are so many of them, second, once you name a pup, you dont really remember which one is which. We thought of naming them after the seven dwarfs...the lucky ones who got to live with one beautiful woman together. We also thought of naming them after the seven days of the week. Somebody suggested names of companies...I don't blame him, we are all suffering from SIP fever. But none of these names seemed to fit. So we all adopted a pup each and named him as we wished. So now we have Cleo, Cartman, Fluffy, Milo, Dog (yeah, just Dog), Donkey, HLL, Pepper and many more.
Its been a month and I feel that these pups are growing up, just like us. Except that, they get sufficient sleep, they don't have to attend classes at weird times and they don't expect a surprise quiz every session. As I look at them running around JLT, I sometimes feel slightly envious. They aren't bothered about COMA scores or Marketing presentations. They haven't been asked to wear sarees and get humiliated in class interviews. Grades and summers don't exist in their proirities. But they'll still be asked to leave the campus one day, just like us. 13 grown up dogs in the campus would create quite a mayhem. They'll have to make way for the new litters, just like we have to make space for later batches.
How much better would we be when we leave this place, a year and a half from now? How grown up would the pups be, when they are taken away from here? Will we be able to face the world without spoonfeeds? Can we handle the real world when we are all alone? The pups will definitely not ask these questions on any blogs, but I can, so I will. They'll be answered in a long while from now, and when they are answered I shall definitely look back and remember the little pups.
But for now, I shall just look at these pups and remind myself, that life isn't about grades and jobs. Sometimes, its about rolling in the grass on JLT whenever you want to...
Ever since these cute little pups arrived on campus, life has been quite different. Previously I used to just run between classes, too fast to smell the flowers or look beneath bushes for pups. But somehow now, its a daily routine just to stop by the path and have a look at them.
It all started the day I discovered six little pups, cuddled up in a despicable rug below the huge transmitter device that haunts my hostel's ground floor. Even in the midst of bricks, tools, stones and cardboard pieces these little creatures looked completely at peace. Looking at their satisfied faces as they lay there, on top of each other I fell in love with them.
In the next few days, there was another litter and before we knew, we had pups running all over the place. 13 of them in all. I dont think even their moms can differentiate among them. And since the same dog fathered them all, I don't think he has issues recognizing his little ones. Shifted to a new location, these pups now live off a path that connects the hostels. These pups inhabit the staircase at the entrance of the old girl's hostel, and wiggle in and out of the pots that keep them warm, according to their convenience. I still haven't seen all the 13 of them together, since quite frankly, its quite impossible to get a hold on all them at one go.
Since the days have gone by, I have learnt a lot about the pups in general. As I stop by atleast twice a day to trouble the little angels, they have eased up to me too, and what I have learnt isn't exactly Organizational Behaviour, but it comes close to it. Some of these pups just welcome you when they see you approaching and some just try to hide better. There are others that are indifferent, and a few that are curious and think that the bottom of your jeans is doggy heaven. Some that snarl as you lift them up, some that just stare at you with deep clueless eyes.
Some that prefer the shadows, and some that want the same attention that their fellow pups are receiving.
Thinking of names for them was a tough job! First, there are so many of them, second, once you name a pup, you dont really remember which one is which. We thought of naming them after the seven dwarfs...the lucky ones who got to live with one beautiful woman together. We also thought of naming them after the seven days of the week. Somebody suggested names of companies...I don't blame him, we are all suffering from SIP fever. But none of these names seemed to fit. So we all adopted a pup each and named him as we wished. So now we have Cleo, Cartman, Fluffy, Milo, Dog (yeah, just Dog), Donkey, HLL, Pepper and many more.
Its been a month and I feel that these pups are growing up, just like us. Except that, they get sufficient sleep, they don't have to attend classes at weird times and they don't expect a surprise quiz every session. As I look at them running around JLT, I sometimes feel slightly envious. They aren't bothered about COMA scores or Marketing presentations. They haven't been asked to wear sarees and get humiliated in class interviews. Grades and summers don't exist in their proirities. But they'll still be asked to leave the campus one day, just like us. 13 grown up dogs in the campus would create quite a mayhem. They'll have to make way for the new litters, just like we have to make space for later batches.
How much better would we be when we leave this place, a year and a half from now? How grown up would the pups be, when they are taken away from here? Will we be able to face the world without spoonfeeds? Can we handle the real world when we are all alone? The pups will definitely not ask these questions on any blogs, but I can, so I will. They'll be answered in a long while from now, and when they are answered I shall definitely look back and remember the little pups.
But for now, I shall just look at these pups and remind myself, that life isn't about grades and jobs. Sometimes, its about rolling in the grass on JLT whenever you want to...
Saturday, August 26, 2006
sheesh!
hmmm.. there are just these times when you wish you were dreaming.. or you just wish you could go back in time.. and when you are studying in a b-school, these thoughts tend to occur a bit too often. read on..
some 13 hours ago (2.30am), i went to bed.. peacefully. pretty early for my standards. the reason: i had a major math exam this morning and i wanted to get sufficient sleep before it. 6 hours was enough i predicted... i'd probably get up before hand and revise a bit before entering the dreaded exam hall. (rather, i was clueless as to what i was studying and i needed an excuse to get away from my books last night). as the alarm started screaming in my ear this morning, i got up dazed and thought to myself "2 and a half hours to go, i dont have that much to study.. i need more sleep, lest i sleep during the exam". and i dozed off again.
the next time i saw daylight was 11.35!! some 35 mins after the exam started! damn!!!! i just woke up.. shocked!!! out of my senses.. this was probably the most important subject of the term. i had messed up my previous quizzes and this was my last chance to make up. ah, forget about the marks, i just had to attend the exam.
well at that time, none of these thoughts actually entered my head. i was just shell shocked. hoping that this was a dream. i jumped out of bed and yanked my door open. and i tentatively peeped out.. hoping for some sign of life.. hoping that some other idiot on my floor had overslept and had got up at precisely the same time.. hoping that she too was looking for company in distress, like i was.. tough luck.. the others in my hostel were sensible enough to get up on time.
i screamed out loud! somebody should hear me. and i then realized that there were girls on my floor who had not taken this suibject. i barged into one of their rooms. and there she was.. sleeping! i tried to wake her up. but i had no voice. i shook her and she woke up with a start, and i just started blabbering. "i missed the QT quiz.. i missed QT.. it started at 11, and i'm still here!!" she probably took a second to comprehend what was happening, then she looked at me from top to bottom. exam at 11 - its 11.35 - i'm wearing pajamas - i'm hysterical! ...and then it dawned to her!!! uh oh!!
"why dont you just go to the exam now?" she shouted.
"now? i overslept QT!!"
"just go now!!!!!"
"NO!!"
"Common.. just go!"
"But then, i probably could go now.."i realized. i had no clue how the examiner would react, but it was worth the try... she dragged me to my room, thrust the calculator in my hand and pushed me out..
and then i ran.. ran.. ran.. the exam hall just seemed so far off! and bewildered seniors were giving me questioning looks. "why would a junior be in her night clothes, running like a freak, when she's supposed to be writing an exam!"
and then i barged in to the hall and tried to look as calm as possible... i went straight to my lecturer and admitted the truth (with a sprinkling of "not so true"s).
"Sir, i wasnt feeling well (nst).. and i kinda overslept....."
"do you want to write the exam now?" he asked.
he was actually considering letting me write. i was pleasantly shocked.
"of course, can i?" i asked.
"well, yes. take your seat..." he replied.
heaving a sigh of relief i dropped into the nearest empty chair and i looked around. everywhere people were peeping into their notes and trying fervently to make some sense of their notes. and then it hit me.. 'this was an open book exam, i had no books to look into!!'
"Sir.." i started again. "well i forgot to get my notes..."
"how could you not get your notes to the exam?" he yelled.
"Sir, i got up at 1130 and i freaked. i didnt get your notes." (exact words spoken)
"well...." he considered..
"Sir, can i please go get my material? i will take just two minutes." i prodded.
before he could reply, i was running out of the exam hall again. and then the marathon... back to my hostel, the run up to the second floor, grabbed the books that were fortunately visible and the run back again. except for a few trips here and there i was still in one piece. as i entered the hall breathless (within 2 mins), my classmates lifted up their heads.. wondering what i was upto. and hour and a half was not enough for his paper. what the hell was i doing, running around with just over half an hour left.
i ignored all their scary facial expressions and sat down again, thinking "this is it!" how the next 45 mins went (he gave me extra time) i have no clue. i just did what i could, thinking all the while "how could i oversleep QT, how could i oversleep QT!!" i dont remember what my shivering hands managed to write when my brain was clearly out of place, but as i returned my scribbled answer sheet i felt relieved and yet all alone. well, that was obvious, everyone else had left 15 mins ago...
as i walked out of the exam hall questions came pouring in from all directions. where the hell was i? why was i given extra time? why did i look like i had just gotten out of bed? (some people consider such a look to be sexy, but in my case it was just out of context). as i explained my situation to my friends they gave me reactions which was completely unexpected.
i was suddenly the heroine of the moment. i actually got up late and i had the courage to walk into a QT quiz 45 mins late, then leave and enter again, all this in my crumpled t shirt, chappals and stinky mouth. man, that did require guts!!!
i walked out and stood in front of my hostel. and while people were running helter skelter, i drenched in the rain, just stood there hoping that the rain would wash off my stupidity. hoping that the situation would just wipe itself off, hoping that people would stop staring at me (either with disgust or with admiration). just hoping that it would all end!!
i managed to get back to my room, think about the whole thing again and consider what went wrong... and then this sly smile just materialized on face.. "damn! these are the things that i'm going to take along with me for the rest of my life! ah, these stupid, but unforgettable moments..."
P.S.
1. my lecturer just rocks! and i'm giving him roses this Teachers' Day.
2. thanks to my floormate who managed to put some thought in my head.
3. KITAs to all my friends who were too worried about their paper, to realze i wasnt there at 11 and hence did not bother to wake me up. (KITA: kick in the ass)
4. life rocks!!!!!
some 13 hours ago (2.30am), i went to bed.. peacefully. pretty early for my standards. the reason: i had a major math exam this morning and i wanted to get sufficient sleep before it. 6 hours was enough i predicted... i'd probably get up before hand and revise a bit before entering the dreaded exam hall. (rather, i was clueless as to what i was studying and i needed an excuse to get away from my books last night). as the alarm started screaming in my ear this morning, i got up dazed and thought to myself "2 and a half hours to go, i dont have that much to study.. i need more sleep, lest i sleep during the exam". and i dozed off again.
the next time i saw daylight was 11.35!! some 35 mins after the exam started! damn!!!! i just woke up.. shocked!!! out of my senses.. this was probably the most important subject of the term. i had messed up my previous quizzes and this was my last chance to make up. ah, forget about the marks, i just had to attend the exam.
well at that time, none of these thoughts actually entered my head. i was just shell shocked. hoping that this was a dream. i jumped out of bed and yanked my door open. and i tentatively peeped out.. hoping for some sign of life.. hoping that some other idiot on my floor had overslept and had got up at precisely the same time.. hoping that she too was looking for company in distress, like i was.. tough luck.. the others in my hostel were sensible enough to get up on time.
i screamed out loud! somebody should hear me. and i then realized that there were girls on my floor who had not taken this suibject. i barged into one of their rooms. and there she was.. sleeping! i tried to wake her up. but i had no voice. i shook her and she woke up with a start, and i just started blabbering. "i missed the QT quiz.. i missed QT.. it started at 11, and i'm still here!!" she probably took a second to comprehend what was happening, then she looked at me from top to bottom. exam at 11 - its 11.35 - i'm wearing pajamas - i'm hysterical! ...and then it dawned to her!!! uh oh!!
"why dont you just go to the exam now?" she shouted.
"now? i overslept QT!!"
"just go now!!!!!"
"NO!!"
"Common.. just go!"
"But then, i probably could go now.."i realized. i had no clue how the examiner would react, but it was worth the try... she dragged me to my room, thrust the calculator in my hand and pushed me out..
and then i ran.. ran.. ran.. the exam hall just seemed so far off! and bewildered seniors were giving me questioning looks. "why would a junior be in her night clothes, running like a freak, when she's supposed to be writing an exam!"
and then i barged in to the hall and tried to look as calm as possible... i went straight to my lecturer and admitted the truth (with a sprinkling of "not so true"s).
"Sir, i wasnt feeling well (nst).. and i kinda overslept....."
"do you want to write the exam now?" he asked.
he was actually considering letting me write. i was pleasantly shocked.
"of course, can i?" i asked.
"well, yes. take your seat..." he replied.
heaving a sigh of relief i dropped into the nearest empty chair and i looked around. everywhere people were peeping into their notes and trying fervently to make some sense of their notes. and then it hit me.. 'this was an open book exam, i had no books to look into!!'
"Sir.." i started again. "well i forgot to get my notes..."
"how could you not get your notes to the exam?" he yelled.
"Sir, i got up at 1130 and i freaked. i didnt get your notes." (exact words spoken)
"well...." he considered..
"Sir, can i please go get my material? i will take just two minutes." i prodded.
before he could reply, i was running out of the exam hall again. and then the marathon... back to my hostel, the run up to the second floor, grabbed the books that were fortunately visible and the run back again. except for a few trips here and there i was still in one piece. as i entered the hall breathless (within 2 mins), my classmates lifted up their heads.. wondering what i was upto. and hour and a half was not enough for his paper. what the hell was i doing, running around with just over half an hour left.
i ignored all their scary facial expressions and sat down again, thinking "this is it!" how the next 45 mins went (he gave me extra time) i have no clue. i just did what i could, thinking all the while "how could i oversleep QT, how could i oversleep QT!!" i dont remember what my shivering hands managed to write when my brain was clearly out of place, but as i returned my scribbled answer sheet i felt relieved and yet all alone. well, that was obvious, everyone else had left 15 mins ago...
as i walked out of the exam hall questions came pouring in from all directions. where the hell was i? why was i given extra time? why did i look like i had just gotten out of bed? (some people consider such a look to be sexy, but in my case it was just out of context). as i explained my situation to my friends they gave me reactions which was completely unexpected.
i was suddenly the heroine of the moment. i actually got up late and i had the courage to walk into a QT quiz 45 mins late, then leave and enter again, all this in my crumpled t shirt, chappals and stinky mouth. man, that did require guts!!!
i walked out and stood in front of my hostel. and while people were running helter skelter, i drenched in the rain, just stood there hoping that the rain would wash off my stupidity. hoping that the situation would just wipe itself off, hoping that people would stop staring at me (either with disgust or with admiration). just hoping that it would all end!!
i managed to get back to my room, think about the whole thing again and consider what went wrong... and then this sly smile just materialized on face.. "damn! these are the things that i'm going to take along with me for the rest of my life! ah, these stupid, but unforgettable moments..."
P.S.
1. my lecturer just rocks! and i'm giving him roses this Teachers' Day.
2. thanks to my floormate who managed to put some thought in my head.
3. KITAs to all my friends who were too worried about their paper, to realze i wasnt there at 11 and hence did not bother to wake me up. (KITA: kick in the ass)
4. life rocks!!!!!
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