The "senior" year!

                            Been a long time since my last post and many things( some good and some not very good things ) happened...And after so many months writing makes me feel that my actual self is back now.Oh! how badly did i miss this feeling to blog! Anyways, don't want to be mushy right now.
     
                        Well,being a senior is somewhat awkward for me now.After one long year of carelessness and fun stuff..i am really feeling nostalgic for junior year. Coming to Metallurgy dept. itself changed half of the scenario. Full of work and frustration(this feeling occurs many a time) along with satisfaction of completing and learning something new has set a anew record in my life.Its really a roller coaster ride(well,i didn't mean its never been so...) and managing club activities and academics like a multi-tasker is.....i guess an interesting thing-unless- its just YOU working all night when the whole group must be burning midnight oil.
  
      And not to mention the "being a bitch" skill i have acquired recently to claim my favorite novel from a careless woman-well for that matter,i so loved being a bitch-that's my first you see ;D ,everything in me is changing at a fast pace and yet "THE ME"-i mean the prototype is still lurking to maintain the distance between my transformation and the old self.

 It gets interesting day by day...and sometimes gets tangled and confusion prevails.
                                         But, 
                                                "Life goes on...Come what may!"

                                    

My Reaction: Mail sent by Narayan Murthy to all Infosys staff

Read it somewhere and felt like blogging

My Reaction: Mail sent by Narayan Murthy to all Infosys staff: It’s half past 8 in the office but the lights are still on… PCs still running, coffee machines still buzzing… And who’s at work? Most of the...

17 again!!!!!!!!

WARNING:The following post can do nothing better than waste your  time.And...it wasted my time too; so think before you read.


My post starts with "too bad".I am pissed off.And the most irritating thing is--i don't know why!So many thoughts rush at once.I have many things to do.There's this adrenaline rush to write an article for Topgifter.and i don't know what to write!Simply ignorance can make me so agitated-i never expected.
 And of all things i see my mom smiling,no,actually grinning ear to ear while talking to dad.I suddenly felt that she is the most beautiful thing on earth.And then i want to watch the movie that is being aired.old movie-but i want to watch it again.And there's this novel waiting for me in another window of Google Chrome-actually shifted it from tab to another window to avoid distraction.
                           Finally i get it-i am completely distracted and confused.Nothing is clear in my head.
i even stopped talking with the rest of the family and am sticking to the mono syllables.Tomorrow i should get up early and go for hunting the right gift for a friend.For that i should sleep by 12;which i don't like.Staying late is somehow thrilling and gives my kicks.

I totally feel like a 17 year old- confused and lost.I thought i have grown up but i guess i am sucked into that black hole back.

Feeling so hopeless,so irritating,so uncontrolled......................i am groggy.duh!

Are you crushing on someone?

Well,did anyone of you laughed like an idiot to almost nothing funny?Did anyone feel hyper-ventilated while even talking/chatting with someone?Did anyone feel like an idiot and still laugh over it?Did anyone's heart started beating faster with each advancing step of someone special?
               Hell, yeah? Well,here's the right place for you to bitch!
 Seriously, i never thought i would be saying this-"its really hard to talk with a guy/gal when you are crushing on them without letting yourself look like an idiot"
Finally! I said it!
               Actually;this feels sick,delirious and a dozen mixed feelings all at a time bringing a Deja-Vu of your 10th grade(i used 10th grade because most people start having crushes once they are 14/15).All sorts of rational thoughts and maturity just vanishes into thin air and delusions begin to swarm in the brain,creating it utmost difficult to have anything sensible producing in mind.I wonder if it is the hormones or delirium.

       And the worst part is when you get the most awaited chance of talking with the guy/gal you just prove yourself to be a big idiot....; sweeping all the fantasies off the mind and bringing all the hopes to dust.This could be just me thinking aloud...but i reckon it also happens with a lot many normal people.
 
 What not do we feel for them to come walking towards us and talk?And how shitty do we feel when we mess it up!Not to mention the stupidity of searching his name in Google(in my case) just to find something new about him.....to amuse myself.Many people even imagine to marry their crushes(some piece of information i got when i read a blog long time ago).

Of course its not love..but still,its something which plays with your guts.Its a Crush-i think i get it now-they crush us with our feelings and leave us injured and wounded...well..for a little period of time.

All these things are even better compared to being committed(considering the -ve values of being committed-no offence to  those lovers who think "love is the best thing that ever happened to them")

 But when this fuss stops; and you turn back and  look at that hyper-ventilating ,freakish behavior of yours-i bet you will laugh over it.

     

Cheers to the freakiest,funniest, crushing moments of our life.

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            so happy freelancing!!

when surprise changes into disaster.....

What to say of  an experiment gone wrong with an iron box and my brother's formal shirt(which i think he shall be wearing tomorrow and will be appalled to see it).
     YES,it all started with an amusement to see how an iron box works on clothes.So stupid of me that i didn't even change the temperature of the box and continued with my wondering.There was no one when i tried the iron box for the first time.So i though of doing a favor or rather a surprise to my brother by pressing his formals.Well,my heart was in the right place when i started but it so happened that it took wrong directions when i put the iron box on the fabric.My finger got burnt accidentally and so i had to rest the iron on some flat surface.Unfortunately that flat surface happened to be the shirt itself! It was too hot for a nylon fabric and suddenly within a second a smudge appeared! 

                              I couldn't do anything but stare at it for a second; turned it immediately when i heard my brother coming.Well,actually he was passing by my experiment zone and saw me working on his elegant striped purple formal.I held my breath for a few seconds while he called my mother.I thought hell was going to break loose because he loved his shirt and longed to wear it since one week for an important conference.He then asked mom why she let me do such things.For a moment neither my mom nor did  i understand what was going on.He then relaxed his countenance and smiled at me saying his baby sister need not do anything for him!!(How sweet of him)
               I pitied on the poor fellow's fate and imagined how his red face flushed with anger would look like when he will find out what surprise i had given him.Even my mom understood what i had done.But she played cool as if nothing happened because she didn't want the nuisance at 11pm in the night.She was hushing me so that bro wouldn't get to learn of my deeds till tomorrow morning.I wish i wouldn't be awake by then. Of course mom would face the music;but i really can't help!I just can pray that he wouldn't create much fuss tomorrow morning.
       MY  Poor brother!!.And hey,don't give sympathies just to my brother;even i burnt my finger in this.Shit Happens...


MORAL OF THE STORY:FOR THE STARTERS-->IF YOU WANT TO TRY SOMETHING WITH AN IRON BOX;FIRST TRY IT ON AN OLD FABRIC AND NEVER TRY  TO GIVE SURPRISES WITH SOMETHING YOU DON'T KNOW HOW TO OPERATE




P.S.  it was actually interesting doing all that stuff.felt like a 10 year old again!

rain rain go away.....really do we want it to go away?

Often we hear this kindergarten poem "rain rain go away" when it rains out there.but what i ask is -do we really want this shower from heaven(of course i am not talking about heavy rains) to stop so soon? We are indulged in our busy lives,technically improved lives and just fail to recognize and acknowledge the beauty and daintiness of nature.Sometimes power failure due to rain causes us to go out and watch the drops of rain fall and drift off to those wonderful memory lanes when we blissfully enjoyed;those days we cherished,those companions and that life which was rather simpler..

                      The thunders rumbling from the heaven also brings out our inner self asking serious questions about ourselves.its no more a power failure in that moment.its a meditation of our mind and we get time to think of our past,present,future,our aims,relations-its all like a self therapy performed by a psychiatrist called-conscience.
So i think rain does good to our lives.its a reminder from nature to not be plastic and silicon anymore but live like a human whose feelings,whose thoughts and imaginations do matter.
And when the rain stops and sunlight cracks through all those cloud barriers and reach the earth;we will be left with a new and thoughtful form of our self.so,rain is good and the aftermath of rain is what life is-BEAUTIFUL.

 rain is good.rain is healthy.rain is nature.

To dad....with love

First of all...a very warm Father's day wishes to all those caring dads and those lovely children of his.How often do we realize their love and reciprocate?How often we bother them with our tantrums for silly things!And how much they care for us!Too difficult to put it in words for me.But i want to convey this one message to my beloved dad that i have failed to tell before.

"Dad.I really really love you.you have been there for me in both thick and thin of my life and have never failed me in anything.You are the world's best dad although i get tired of being loved so much,being cared for so much.you are my hero and will always be.Your voice itself takes me out of stress and shows light when i think there's no hope for me at all.You are awesome!Thanks for knowing when to be my friend and when to be my father.
         And i am sorry if i ever bothered .
             love you always......
    Your loving daughter,
 Munny.
           

thanks to all

   It reached 250 today!what am i talking about?its the count of my blog views.so there it goes....very heartfelt thanks to all those who spent time in viewing my blog and hope you were satisfied.i will continue to write more posts and more often from now on.

father's day preparations

so guys,what are your plans for this father's day?ready to surprise dad?/?if you haven't decided it yet, let me help out.i was browsing today and found this gifts blog which had few suggestions of what to gift a father.i think it would be of help.also the website has many gifts under different occasions and gifts that can be given to different personalities of people.seeing the categories itself made me take interest in this site.
click here::http://topgifter.com//

new encounter

I am pretty much getting used to this bad habit of being awake all night.stupid me. today i opened fb at a very odd hour-3:00 in the morning!and i was astonished to find someone online.naturally i wanted to know who that interesting person is.i found it it was sneha-someone i never talked to before today.so,at that odd hour i started chatting with her.surprisingly we talked for two hours and half starting from blogs to durjoy dutta's fan page and somewhere we also touched topics like publishing companies,teenage life,music and much more stuff.its been a long time since i talked with someone about nothing significant to my life and still it felt refreshing;like the morning sunlight.it felt like i am walking in the meadows alone and still feel there are many people like me out there.i think i like mark zuckerberg now.haven't paid attention regarding his existence till now(not literally :-P).anyways it was good.but one problem.i still 

CAN'T SLEEP!

My articles got published today.yippee.not many.just TWO.but they are the gateway for other 20 or 200.
http://eduarena.com/2012/05/aieee-counseling-help-aieee-branch-and-college-selection-tips/
http://eduarena.com/2012/05/computer-science-engg-electronics-engineering-branch-information-selection/

dealing with results by reading about amor deliria nervosa

Spending days of sleepless nights and giving exams is rather easier than waiting for the result...especially when you are expecting something out of your hard work.


it feels like butterflies are flying in the stomach and you start praying to the almighty for everything to come out as expected.the moment internet browser starts to load the page, my heart beats faster than it should and makes loud noises which i fear someone might hear.and when the internet connection is slow, the torture is too much to take.i, at times fear i might collapse;but no,i have to remain strong.and it will be the most annoying moment when your friend calls and talks nonchalantly and at the end of the conversation you find out that results will be out some other day.annoying-because you've got to put up with all that distress once again.why am i saying this?because today is my D-day.results are going to be out and few people think its not today.and i seriously don't know what to do.


Well,to keep myself  preoccupied from last two days  i've been reading lauren oliver's Delirium and its sequel Pandemonium.Oliver has really done a great job and we can see it in her works.the world she describes presumes and proves that love is a disease and it should be cured,else people die when infected.there are many rules for the uncureds(people who are not yet cured of for amor deliria nervosa: scientific term for love).people can be cured only when they reach the age of 18 because children under 18 when undergo the procedure for the cure can have bad effects and sometimes it wouldn't even work.our protagonist Lena gets infected with amor deliria nervosa and tries to escape to the Wilds(place where invalids-the resistors for the system live) with her boy-friend Alex.but at last only she makes it till the Wilds with Alex sacrificing himself for her safety.

The second book-Pandemonium revolves around Lena trying to survive in the Wilds and joining the Resistance.she here meets Julian who is the head of DFA-deiria free america -an association which encourages or rather forces the uncureds to take up the cure and falls in love with him.two completely opposite characters, who fight together when they are in danger and atlast manage to survive and fall in love.its a beautifully woven story and in many ways different compared to the first part.also the last line of the novel leaves us in awe with the re-appearance of Alex who was presumed dead by Lena. this makes the reader wait for the next part-Requiem.
               

Frankly speaking ,i've enjoyed Pandemonium more than Delirium.the second part has more action thing going on rather than first one where Lena falls in love and starts to feel it and acknowledges that love is not  a disease and if it really  is-then she is glad that she is infected with it.the third part -Requiem will be released in 2013.i am desperately waiting for it.till then......................join the resistance and spread the deliria!!!!

the italian stallion-rocky

woooowwww! the only expression that came out of my mouth after seeing sylvester stallone in rocky IV. his eyes and not to mention his muscles are so very awesome.and when he runs his daily morning run to keep fitness-thats the most adorable part.one thing i like about his boxing is he takes as much of beating from the opponent and still manages to stand and gives more than what he took back.thats why he is called The Iron Horse.i love rocky.but when i googled to know who the real person of inspiration behind this ,i found its Chuck Wepner.when sylvester saw wepner-ali fight he decided to write a screenplay and made the character-rocky balboa.

the real balboa!

           

WAR OFF THE WORDS!!

It happened when i thought i might be able to do some debating stuff in nitd.long back when i was in my 8th or 9th standard i gave my last try in debating and elocution; and something went wrong for which i promised myself not to do it again(perhaps out of cowardice!).so this time hopes were rejuvenated and the courtesy- my roomie of nit d.well,she was in her high spirits and needed a partner to go for the competition.she was to speak  against the motion and myself-FOR the motion.actually there was not even a penny of practice and no notes,no discussion,nothing.we just copied this stuff from internet-that too from the same website which gave the differences in a tabular form!we jotted down all the points and hurried to the conference hall where it was to be held.the rules for the competition were mentioned and our group was numbered 4.then i saw a man entering the hall and all the student coordinators greeted him.i thought, as this was organised by CCA-the tech club of NIT D and was sponsored by TIMES OF INDIA,some high circle might have come.but then i saw it was our very own irritating English teacher who has a unique sense of humor.then slowly the competition-war of the words started.

             I was pretty cool when the first person went to start but i took to nerves as soon as i heard his arguments-that damn boy had exactly the same points i have written.he started it right from the first line of my speech and well;missed few points(i thought of covering those points meanwhile) and ended it very eloquently.till then my friend wanted to number ourselves as the last team and i was trying to make sense to her;but after hearing the first speaker i was not at all ready to speak within 10mins.i wanted more time to make my head clear and write new points.but no.its my fate-i had to be ready.well,i was briskly thinking and making notes and meanwhile the second speaker came and vomited the other points of my speech which i stored for myself.its exactly and word to word same and i was praying to God to show me a way out.i can't just walk out of the hall-it represents cowardice and in front of too many people i couldn't even risk that.that left me with only one choice-face it and get humiliated!i even begged one of my seniors to lend me few points(another act of humiliation when he declined!).

                                                  Then,finally it was my turn.i walked through aisle gracefully without even a hint of tense though i was on my nerves and at the verge of fleeing instead of going to the dais but i don't know a sudden act of feeling professional dawned upon me and i went there.i introduced myself and prayed to God for a brief second and not knowing what to do i started looking at the people who were actually waiting for me to speak!everyone was so silent and few guys were on their nerves just like i was few minutes before.then i felt that i'm not going to address a country or something that important to make me tensed.even the other guys are in the same phase as i was.i started nonchalantly with some sentences which barely made any sense and secretly wishing that a miracle might happen and i will be saved from dishonor.then,there it was -POWER FAILURE-which saved my day.i gasped for air and was relieved that at last my prayers were answered by the almighty.the judge-our English teacher had some important work and so the debate was postponed.i thanked God as i have never thanked and felt that i was the luckiest human being-really that day i was yee bit away from getting mortified.i think i successfully chickened out!
                  At last i am again the same person with even strong determination of never attending any debate competition.
 moral of the story-never take decisions in a hurry.

brothers and sisters-angels or devils?

I've always wondered what it feels like when you are elder to someone.take my brother for instance.my parents listen to him when they need to take ANY decision regarding "me".its good to have elder sister or brother;but sometimes they nag us so much that we start to think they are our specially designed 'guardian devils' made up to irritate and make our life tougher.well,you people may not believe it so easily; so i have few examples lined up.

                                                         Very commonly we observe our elder brother or sister conquering the TV remote.we want to suppress this but we younger ones can't.its almost like you will never  win the remote when your elder is watching the TV.there are also few instances when our parents buy new things to our elder brother or sister; often we are made to use those old things,be it the big bicycle ,or a PC,second hand books,or sometimes even clothes!its like we should go through the same phase as they did;and then it feels like 'why the hell?'there will be no answers to such questions.sometimes we are even asked to not to touch  their new accessories which might result in its damage!they can even complain about our naughty things and we can't do anything about it.they enjoy this and showcase their joy when we are practically burning from inside!

my brother vijju :)

                                                                               But keeping all this childish talk aside i wish to say that we are lucky to have them in our lives.they are the best-est friends we can ever have.they care for us and are the ones we can talk to when something comes up and when we can't share with our parents.they guide us through the dark streets of our lives and inspire us to become better ones.this is an ode to all those elder brothers and sisters who cared for their siblings .they always are our 'guardian angels'

zzzzzzz......zzzz...at last i slept!

this is another remarkable journey i had when i was heading home from Durgapur. the night before the journey, i had to pack all my stuff as we were instructed and the day before, i did a night out owing to the economics exam(4 precious holidays were given before the exam-but no!   i was too lazy to do it then.i started preparing the crucial part of the subject at 00.00hrs i.e. on the day of exam).after the tiresome day when i wanted to lie down my friend wanted to share my bed because her roomies already vacated and shez left alone.well,she is my good friend so i had to oblige her favor;but man! it was so inconvenient that i couldn't sleep!so i chatted with other friend all night and we set out in the morning at 5 am. all the way i've been cursing myself that i should at least have had some rest.till the railway station i was able to control my sleep-courtesy-my bulky luggage one should definitely not carry especially if one wants to board a train in durgapur to reach howrah. the trains peculiarly wait only for 2 straight minutes for the poor passengers to board.so in spite of my big trolley i had to run like a maniac from one door to other and board it.as soon as i got in it started moving.my friends were worried whether i boarded it or not because of the incident from the past when three of us six failed in this aspect and a big fuss was created.thanks to the almighty it didn't happen with me.i was barging through the narrow aisle and had taken many glances filled with contempt and scorn when  my bag rolled its wheels across their toes.had to say many 'i am sorry's and suddenly i was filled with a pang of fear if this was the train that should be boarding or not.
        thankfully i've seen my friend's hand waving from a distance at the corner of the coach  and i headed there.i got a seat and was seated.now,once when you have pulled a night out and the next day when you are seated and had nothing to do; only one thing  crosses your mind-SLEEP.


I managed to rest my head on my friend's handbag and close my eyes for straight 30 mins and suddenly i was awaken by the wetness of my drool.i tried again to return to my utopia but in vain. for the first time in my life i experienced what hell would be like-couldn't sleep in that cramped passenger train nor could i keep myself from it.i did drink coffee but even that didn't help.opposite to me was a Bengali couple in their fifties.for a considerable time that woman had been staring  at me.i didn't give a dime for that then but now i couldn't care more.even i stared at her seriously with my eyes half open to keep myself engaged in something but it was a tough job(i might be looking funny then because of my frown on forehead gathering my eyebrows together and sleepy red eyes).and suddenly she turned to her husband and was whispering something.i knew it was about me and  i was at the verge of picking a fight with her for irritating me so much but i let the idea drift off 'coz i wouldn't be able to make her understand my fury(i don't know bengali).

and when finally the Howrah station arrived-i was dying to sleep even in a waiting hall atleast for half an hour.but heaven had no mercy and i had to drag my stupid,bulky luggage from old station to new station and then to waiting hall which was 2 floors high.another cup of coffee and AMITAV GHOSH's GLASS PALACE kept me awake till noon and we got into the nice AC tier and had lunch.i couldn't wait more and slept finally there though at few instances i was disturbed by the kids' noises.whaever i at last managed to sleep.  and i finally understood the significance of  sleep-it can sometimes make you feel like hell and sometimes can carry you to heaven!