Got to Run!

I feel like I’m caught in between a lot…a hell lot more than what I can handle right now. I have to go off for a couple of competitions tomorrow and will be coming back only by Friday afternoon. There are some stuff I need to complete within Friday evening or, Saturday morning, at the latest. I have been running around whole day for this and that…Actually, it was more like walking around but I did have to hurry a bit, which made it feel like running. To be honest, I like having a lot to be occupied with, lot to do. That would mean I can keep myself busy with so much. But I also want some time to breathe in between all that. Right now, I feel like I don’t have a single minute to be by myself and maybe think about what’s going on. I just have to keep moving on, doing what I’m supposed to do.

Anyway, I’m not complaining. It’s not always that I get to be so busy, you see. So, while I’m at it, I think I will try enjoying it. πŸ™‚ I was feeling tired out after the running around. But a filling lunch and ice-cream later, I’m all ready to get going again! πŸ™‚ I went to this workshop kinda thing for bloggers, today. And one thing that the guy mentioned was that if you are serious about blogging, you should have a definite pattern of how often you post – be it once in a month or week or every day. Because then, the readers would know when to expect something from you. If you post very sporadically, your readers don’t know when to come back for your next post and chances are that, they will do so very rarely. So, it’s always best to write with a definite pattern. I was thinking about my pattern. Somehow, I have got so addicted to blogging that a day without it is incomplete for me. I try my best to post something or the other each day and, apart from days when there was no way I could make it, I suppose I have been successful. πŸ™‚

Well, I’m going to be away tomorrow, since I have some literary competitions to take part in. I don’t think I’m actually expecting to win anything…but no harm in hoping, right? So, wish me best. And miss me until I get back! Got to run!


Random Thoughts

I’ve signed up for the Word of the Day thing at It sends me daily e-mails notifying me of a word that they have selected for that particular day. Being an ardent lover of words (and anything to do with it), it was perfectly typical of me to sign up for something like this…because it would mean learning a new word everyday. OK, maybe not really learning…but atleast, I would know a new word each day and, who knows, sometime, it might come in useful. πŸ™‚ And I must say, I have come across some interesting new words in the past few months. I really loved today’s word, which is what led me to write this. The Word that was mailed to me, for today, is:

pettifog \PET-ee-fog\, verb:

1. To bicker or quibble over trifles or unimportant matters.
2. To carry on a petty, shifty, or unethical law business.
3. To practice chicanery of any sort.

I liked it because, for one thing, it sounds unusual and kinda funny. Second thing, it has a very normal meaning (I’m referring to the first meaning). Bickering over unimportant matters is something we always do but I never thought there would be one single word that could be used in its place! πŸ™‚ Interesting, right? Another word I learnt is:

hircine \HUR-sahyn\, adjective:

1. of, pertaining to, or resembling a goat.
2. Having a goatish odor.
3. Lustful; libidinous.

If you happen to be a word-lover like me and would like to get one new word floating into your inbox everyday (especially when it’s unusual, fascinating new words like the ones I mentioned), do sign up for the Word of the Day thing. πŸ™‚

Moving onto more serious matters, yesterday, during the placement interview, when the interviewer asked me if I had any questions, I pounced on the opportunity. Throughout the interview session, there was something I was dying to ask him. So, I finally got to shoot it out: “Are you happy with your job?” His response was spontaneous and sincere, not an instant’s delay, not a thought about what to say. He replied that he was, indeed, happy with it and that he wouldn’t have come for this kind of interview (since it involves hours of traveling, spending time for the selection procedure, so on) if he weren’t happy. He explained about how his organization gave him enough and more opportunities to go beyond the boundaries of his specific position, how he got to travel to different places for job purposes that don’t come under his purview, but were entrusted to him for the facilitation of his personal growth. He seemed genuinely happy with his job and I could see that he loved what he was doing.

Before I went for the recruitment process, many of my seniors and friends had mentioned that this job wouldn’t really be worthwhile and told me not to take it too seriously. After I spoke to this person from the company, I changed my mind. From what I could understand, I felt that it

Having a job you love can go a long way in making your life better

is an organization that focusses on its employees’ personal growth and lets them keep their passion & interests alive. When you take into account the number of fast-growing organizations today, that’s something rare. And that is exactly what drew me to think more about joining this organization. I haven’t come to a conclusion yet. I’m aware of the fact that it will be super-stressful and draining, but I also know that if I do decide to join this place, I will be part of an organization that is dynamic, fast-growing and, at the same time, concerned about the growth and development of each of its employees as well. That’s what I want – a job that will let me develop to my maximum, not let me stick to my comfort zone and which will help me contribute to the growth of the firm, eventually. Sounds too serious, coming from someone who’s so much into mindless banter (= ME!!), right? Let’s wait and see what life has in store for me.

Catch Up With Me

I couldn’t come online for the past 3 days. And I have missed blogging more than I expected (hope you guys missed me as much as I’ve missed you, too). πŸ™‚ I have had a very truly, remarkably, eventfully great weekend and Monday! πŸ™‚ So, let me fill you in on what I’ve been upto.

On Saturday, all the hostelers from my class (around 12 crazy girls, including me) planned to go for a movie. We left sometime by morning. All of us were excited and chattering like mad girls (obviously, girls=non-stop chatter). We got into a bus and found seats. I got to sit near a cute guy and everyone kept poking me with fun comments. πŸ˜‰ We went on talking some nonsense or the other throughout the 45-minute-journey. We laughed a lot, checked out the other cute guys in the bus and talked about what all we could do after the movie. It was pure, girly fun! It had been a long time since I went on a proper girls-day-out and I had been missing all those group stuff a lot. So, even me (the non-girly me!!) was looking forward to having fun!

After reaching the place, we walked around to find the cinema and waited for it to open, all the while talking about plans for after the movie. Soon, we got into the cinema. We were super-delighted to find that we had the whole place to ourselves. There were hardly around 4 or 5 people in the cinema, apart from us. So, we took absolute advantage of the opportunity, taking crazy photos, talking, laughing, singing out loud…basically, just having fun! πŸ™‚ Once the movie began, we settled down and got engrossed in the movie. It was a great experience watching it with all the girls. I have never been to a movie with such a large group, you see. I enjoyed it a lot, especially the comments in between, the reactions to certain twists in the movie… The movie was brilliant…beyond words! I LOVED it! Everyone of us did, in fact. After the movie, all of us were going on talking about it, what we loved best, what we felt, so on.

Then, we had lunch at a nearby restaurant. That was another fun ‘business’, filled with the senseless banter and laughter that is characteristic of the female species. A friend of mine always says that girls talk for 5 seconds and laugh for 2 minutes. Well, I would rather not comment on that! πŸ˜€ So, after the filling lunch, we were planning to start on our way back. I was craving for ice-cream. So, I went off to a place nearby with a couple of my friends and had enough ice-cream to satiate my craving. On our way back, everyone was so tired and silent. We stopped at a pine-forest near our hostel and spent some time there, singing and talking and just having a good time. πŸ™‚ It was an awesome day, all of us loved it so much and we’re already planning for another trip, sometime soon. πŸ˜€

Sunday was spent in relaxing, reading and lot of loafing around. πŸ™‚ Typical! Yesterday was, again, another eventful day. We had a recruitment drive at college. I had enrolled for it since I plan to work for a while after my graduation. The whole process was tiring. We had a session of public speaking, then an Aptitude test and finally, a personal interview. By the end of it, all of us were tired and, literally, drained. I got through everything successfully and was immensely satisfied with the way I performed in every session. And I did get placed! πŸ™‚ Yeah, I actually got a job! I’m employed (in a way, that is)! Along with some of my friends! It’s exciting but also scary, in some ways. Scary because soon, I will have to think about paying off bills and rent and stuff, I will be buying groceries for home (which was always something I associated with mom and dad), I’ll have deadlines to think about, there will be days when I’m too tired to do anything (and can’t even think about going out or having fun), fun and free-time are going to be precious little things for me and not an easily available pleasure like now… Life’s going to be more…grown-up, from the sound of it, atleast.

Though I’m scared, I’m also excited about entering a completely new phase in life. I know it will be stressful and difficult. But so was school and college. I know I’ll be able to get through it quite well…and I might even enjoy it. You never know! πŸ™‚ So, what’s new with you? πŸ™‚

Finding my BFF (Bitchiest Friend Forever!!) :D

She had been studying in the same class as me since KG but I don’t remember much of her during those years. Maybe I was too busy checking out all the new stuff in school, so many new people, new books, new things to learn. We were in different divisions from UKG till 4th Grade. Even during those years, I never remember noticing her. I knew she used to be among the first 3 rank-holders in her division but it never bothered me. I was busy with my group of friends, anyway. In 4th Grade, when we ended up in the same class, my biggest fear was that she would be competition for me, since I had been one among the top 3 rank-holders in my division and I really don’t like having rivals. Well, I wasn’t wrong. She did turn out to be tough competition but I admit that I enjoyed it. We started liking each other’s company and slowly became friends. She had another best friend, back then. I used to envy their friendship, the way they always stayed together, always happily there for each other. I used to wish I could have her as my best friend, too.

Through 5th Grade, we were the same good friends, sharing experiences, getting closer. Her best friend left our school after 5th Grade and joined a school in Kerala. So, it was the most natural thing for us to gravitate towards each other. Somehow, we seemed to belong with each other than with anyone else. We loved each other’s presence and company. We had so many ideas. now, when I think back, I remember us as a bunch of kids who were, literally, bursting with creative, vibrant ideas…wanting to do something different, always. There was this time when we wanted to do the Christmas Carol play for our School Annual Day (we even chose the girls for the roles)…then, we came up with another idea for a play, then something else. The best part was that we had a couple of brilliant teachers who gave free rein to our creativity and imagination.

Anyway, we went through that phase of overactive, crazy ideas. In 6th Grade, we had this series of bitter fights. The reason for those fights were all silly and it’s kinda embarrassing to think we actually fought over something like that. We hurt each other with sharp remarks, a little bit of name-calling and some ruthless cold war. But eventually, we got back together. Now, looking back, I wonder if, perhaps, that phase of quarrelling was necessary for bringing us closer. We said our apologies and then by 7th Grade, we were together in such a way that we couldn’t be separated from each other. It’s been that way for the past 9 years, even through the last 3 years when we were in different corners of the same country. And I hope we remain inseparable, like this, forever.

Let me introduce you to the she/her in this story. She is Kiran – my bestest friend, confidante, bitch (That’s her!!), loves me, super-eccentric female who lives in a fantasy-world half of the time, loves me, loves Sherlock Holmes, sensible (mostly), loves me…and well, basically, loves me. πŸ˜€ She would kill me for writing all this shit about her. Because telling out that she loves me would be the last thing she’d ever do!! πŸ™‚ We happen to be this very sane group of people (quoting her words) who don’t really believe in expressing our love and friendship through constant screeches of ‘I Lovvve Youu’/’I Missss Youuuu’/whatever…. πŸ˜€ That’s exactly the kind of thing you can expect from her mouth. Well, you get the idea.

We have been together for so long now that I can’t remember a time when she wasn’t part of my life. OK, I guess I can. πŸ™‚ Back at school, there was this teacher who used to joke that we would never be seen without the other in tow. That was a little exaggeration, just a tiny little bit. πŸ™‚ Through those naughty, crazy 6 years at school, we were stuck to each other. We saw each other become more of the person we are, going through all those teenage years. We made up stupid pairs in 8th Grade, went through crazy incidents in 9th and 10th (French classes, checking out the lunch boxes :P), had some ‘heart-breaking’ times through 11th as we got our taste of love and relationships…finally, growing into something we were comfortable and happy with by 12th Grade. Along those years, we changed an amazing lot, though we didn’t notice it then.

We became more thoughtful and a lot crazier. We discovered each other and grew to love the other for what she truly was. The changes were never strong enough to drive us apart. Instead, we simply accepted each other, along with all the eccentricities, flaws and changes that formed the other. We did have our bad times; times when we, unknowingly, hurt the other; times when we cried…but that was all part of what made our bond stronger.

We would spend the whole day together, in class, chattering in between, sharing stupid jokes. Even after getting home, we couldn’t seem to stop ourselves from talking over the phone for hours, about nothing in particular. I haven’t been able to find a person with whom I can talk mindless stuff like I could with her. She was one person with whom I could share very piece of random information that I got, be it gossip or movies or music or books or world news or absolutely whatever! It might sound like too much time together but, trust me, I could never get enough of it. Some of my happiest memories were created with her.

After joining college, we have met very rarely (since our vacations don’t coincide often) but we have kept in touch with each other through e-mails and phone calls. Unlike before, she may not know each small thing that happens in my life. But she knows all that matters, big or small. She can still, magically, sense the distress in my voice, from so many miles away. She can make me laugh, think, feel good at heart…but most of all, she makes me feel happy with her presence in my life. Nobody could possibly replace her.

A couple of days ago, I missed her a damn lot. Because I really wished for the presence of a friend and everyone happened to be immersed in their own lives. I thought of Kiran and I could easily see how different life would have been, had she been with me. I miss the constant togetherness that I associate with friendship. Kiran and I never spoke it out loud that we would be together always. It just happened, naturally… I wouldn’t feel like going out if she weren’t coming (A common conversation: Me-“Are you going?” Kiran-“No, you?” Me-“If you’re not going, then, of course, no!”) ; all our plans included each other, by default.

I can clearly imagine how college would have been with her beside me. πŸ™‚ That’s what makes me realize how there’s nothing of that kind of friendship out here (except among some, whom I envy). Nothing about being together…even if it’s something as simple as having the meals together or walking to and from college with your best friend. Here, there’s no sense of togetherness, everyone is busy with their lives. I miss the kind of friendship I had with Kiran. The time away from her has made me realize that I’ll never be able to find anyone like her in life. I have learnt that true friends will always be with you, no matter the distance or time. They are souls who connect to you in ways beyond imagination, with whom you can be what you are and be assured of never being judged. Kiran once said that she’s glad she’s got a best friend who will never judge her, even if it’s something as grave as cheating on her husband. It might sound like an exaggeration, but I know I’d do that, if it ever happened (hope it doesn’t!!!). There’s this quote I found, that applies so perfectly to us… It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them.

And even though this wasn’t exactly said in a friendship context, it reminded me so much of our friendship : “We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.” – Benjamin Franklin


It’s amusing how I seem to be able to get so many ideas to write about when I’m feeling down. And when I’m happy, I’m too ecstatic to think of anything to write about. It’s no different this time. Don’t ask me why I’m feeling low. Because I can’t put a finger on it, myself! I know that sounds weird but, well, that’s the truth! πŸ™‚ But making most of this down-time, I’ve been getting a lot of thoughts that I want to blog about. And I also heard of this hilarious experience that a friend had recently. When I heard it, I knew, right away, that I wanted to write about it. So, I guess that means an awesome lot for you to read, coming soon.:D

I’ve been kinda quiet, lately. I don’t blabber too much in class and spend most of the day doing what I want, silently. Unlike before, when I used to go around saying crazy nonsense to others and just chattering like an insane idiot! A classmate remarked about my sudden change and he thinks I’ve become better because I stopped the blabbering and the nonsense. OK, so wasn’t I good all this while? How can I be labeled good/better, all of a sudden, just because I became quiet? I mean, what exactly is the connection between being quiet and being good? Well, this thought process may not apply to everyone out there. But over here, I’ve noticed that this is the general idea – that all those quiet, gentle, ones are good and all those hyper, crazy ones are not-so-good. I have no clue about how this misconception came about but it’s been there from the time I remember. And I’ve always been puzzled by the logic behind this reasoning. Well, not like it matters much to me. I’m not here to please anyone or pretend to be goody-two-shoes! It amuses me to know people make such weird connections, though.

Well, I’m looking forward to putting into words all that’s running through my mind. And I’m seriously super-happy to know there are some sweet souls out there who consider their day (almost) incomplete without reading my blog post. Thank you so much, all of you…especially my awesome friends out there! πŸ™‚ You make my day!

Reading Realizations

That was a random title I came up with, combining some words that came into my head. I don’t even know what it means! It probably doesn’t matter, though, since you will find out what I meant, as you read on.

I have noticed that some books are so easy to read through. As in, they do not have anything deep or complicated that involves extra thought. All you have to do is read on. You know that even if you skip a few sentences or read at an unusually fast pace, you won’t be missing much. Because what the book offers is a simple but interesting read (interesting, because, you wouldn’t be reading it otherwise). Anyway, my point is that it may not have much that requires you to think about or spend time pondering over. My best friend, Kiran, often skips through a few pages (sometimes a lot more than ‘a few’, if the book is exceptionally boring). I don’t think I could do that because skipping pages would leave me with a feeling of having left the book incomplete, which is literally true! The book I’m currently reading – The Other Side of Midnight by Sidney Sheldon – is one that falls under this category. I’ve kinda grown out of the Sidney Sheldon phase, to be honest. It might be thrilling but somehow, it doesn’t hold the same kind of interest for me as it used to, a few years ago. But Merlin told me she loved this particular book and that’s why I thought I would check it out.

Anyway, there are some books which cannot be read in that almost-casual way. These are books that demand your attention, which you cannot read without ensuring that your mind is in it. They force you to think about what you’re reading. Each sentence in it maybe laden with so much depth and meaning that you just can’t read through it like you do with some other books. These books, often, make you pause for a couple of seconds (or more) and try to understand or digest what you have just read. I have come across quite a few books like that. Most of the books that have deeply influenced me would fall into that category. Almost all of Paulo Coelho’s books are a perfect example! I have never been able to read one of Coelho’s books without feeling a need (a very strong one, at that) to reflect deeply on it. In fact, I got a book of his – Brida – and haven’t been able to get to it yet because I don’t seem to find the time that I’ll need (or in other words, time that the book will demand). Sometimes, even simple books, which may not seem to be very profound in what it has to say, has made me stop in the middle of a sentence and think about what I had just read.For instance, The Love Verb by Jane Green and P.S I Love You by Cecelia Ahern were some books that had a quite simple story to tell, yet it struck some inexplicable emotional chord within me and has failed to leave my mind ever since.

I suppose that’s enough of book-talk. πŸ™‚ The day’s been fine…let’s see what else it has in store for me. Before the final full-stop/period, I read a post in a blog I follow (The answers lie in the questions)…and there was this part where the author mentioned about the importance of always asking questions. And to quote her: “At the heart of every great piece of writing lie questions”. I’m a person who asks questions incessantly, about anything and everything. Others don’t always enjoy it but I can’t seem to be able to stop myself from asking questions. When I read this post, I realized that, perhaps, my abnormally active habit of asking (too many) questions is just a part of the writer in me, part of who I am. πŸ™‚ Happy questioning!! πŸ˜›



There’s this one question that people ask each other most often. Yet it also happens to be the most overlooked question ever. In significance, that is – “How are you?” (currently replaced by the cooler What’s up/Watsup/Wazzup/Sup/some other weird variant). I might have to answer this question a hundred times in a single day…probably, more than that. But for some reason, everyone, including me, have this reply that we are trained to give: “I’m fine” or some variant of it. We, almost never, take the effort to answer honestly. I don’t understand why. I guess I should be asking myself first. My reply: I think it must be because I’m, in a way, taught to give that certain reply than bothering to honestly tell the person how I am. Or maybe it’s just too difficult and complicated to explain how I am to a person, especially if the person is someone who isn’t very close (read: someone who isn’t interested in knowing how I am) and if I’m supposed to give a short answer. Still, have you thought about what exactly you are questioning when you ask a person how they are? It has so much significance…yet we never bother to give a thought to the depth of the question we are asking. It has become a very casual question, now, and even when we ask it, we don’t really expect any in-depth response, probably just a casual response, matching the tone of the question. So, why don’t we take a genuine effort to know how the other person is? Why not ask the question and mean it, want to know it? I read something about this in a book, and since then, it has always struck me as weird. We ask something so profound but never bother to listen to the answer. How many of us would want to sit and listen to exactly how a person is doing? Very less, I’m sure. Maybe, with the rat race we all are caught up in, it doesn’t really matter anymore. Hell, do we even take the time to ask ourselves how we are?

I’ve started trying to ask others how they are and listen to them; I’m beginning to take an effort to mean it when I ask how they are, toΒ actually listen to what they have to say. Spread the message, all of you. And by the way, how are you? πŸ™‚

If you ask me how I am, well, it’s been a boring day. I woke up feeling kinda weird, moody and dull. So, my day started off bad. I did cheer up later, but the underlying dullness is still there. So, not one of my best days, I suppose. Perfect day for some crazy chocolate-indulgence! πŸ˜€ What do you do/have to fix up your bad day?