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!