For me the direct outcome of a fruitful life is independence, and that brilliantly comes along when you are let to travel. Mind you 'LET' to travel. Exploring new stuffs and bla bla is still left for the future but what about today? An 18 year old when comes and says, "heyyyyyy u knw wha???? i gotta license man!!!". Talkin as if its the license to kill!! Well in this case i'm talkin about the driving one!
In an average mediocre mind the issue of having a car and driving it comes with the wonderful imagination of the dreaded haunts- the clutch, the gears, the track changing, the parking and the wonderful realisation of population, traffic! "Bandra reclamation pe chala re!! kya full on majaa aaya!!" yea RITE!
For the amazing drivers with the natural talent of driving [unlike me!] might overcome the above criterias with an ease! But my 'without a choice put into it' 2nd problem is, being a woman! Some, [hah whom am i kidding] ALL men in this world cant stand a woman driver. Be the man on the road walkin, the driver in the parallel car or in the same car itself!
I'm sure i dont need to explain the rebel that rushes against the woman driving. "She cant even pick the car up or what????"... "who let her on the road???"..."mayn they should ban ladies license!!"..."ma, you let it be, wait I'll drop you".. "Beta you are still young to manage it.." these ARE the men speakin, in their own way of protesting!
Not being chauvinist of course but even I at times have realised cursing a girl driving the car just cuz she looked at me her eyes saying, "poor you still catchin a rick!!" yea yea i knw she dint say that but still.. i feel jealous of the women who can drive well.
You may be thinking,
if you are a guy who doesnt know driving: Tan you are still amateur dont worry.. you just practice.
If a girl who doesnt know driving: Tan you have a license atleast.. mayn I need to ask my mom what about me????
If a guy who knows driving: As long as you dont drive my car its ok! Drop it instead.. we all are there to pick and drop you! [atleast one less bad driver on the road!]
If you are my boyfriend: You wanna drive my car??? I wanna really watch you driving!! [please say no!! please say no!!!!!!!]
If you are my Dad: sloooowwwwwwwwww dooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwn!!! aaaaaaaaaaah!!
If you are a girl who knows driving: mwahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!
Different people different thinking, but the conclusion is the same " I need to drive!! And I am NOT gonna give up!!!".Period.
In this whole thing i forgot about the traffic police! How am i gonna tackle them?? But i better leave that to the money in my wallet!
Last but not the least, even if i dont learn driving on mumbai streets so well I am really gonna get an amazing oppurtunity to let my frustration out by giving innumerable swearings and abuses even if they are not applicable.. I'm sure only driving can give you that pleasure!! so.... bring it on!!!!!! :)
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, April 3, 2008
over the time
It all started on a beautiful day. That first day. Dumbstruck aliens everyone seemed. Where to look?? where not to look?? You catch some stares back at you.. Yes the first day at college.
every1 wondered if taking up this line was correct. All around look complete morons/snobs/attitude freaks/ugly/jerks/wierdos etc. And by the time you start remembering your good old friends you see people have already mingled. You feel oh God so lost in the race.
Then after some sessions in the lab and sidey annoying lectures, you find them.. those soul mates. They seem divine and you feel like spending every silly stuff with them. They understand your wierdness and your dumb lingos.. and vice versa.. Now the materialistic world seems peaceful and you realise there are some other screwed up cases in life along with you. Each influenced the other in its own way. Funny every1 is. Loved each bit of it.
I found 5 of them. Crazy. Coolest first years. The others would deny.. but neah we are too comfortable with the tag. One says,"The seniors love us! haha" ... others agree. Hogging,shopping,movies and yeah sharing the notes.. actually "dhaaping" the notes, all was done with. Reliable on each other, even to go to the loo.
But as all good things come to an end, there starts a wierd patch. Stuff amongst themselves. Wierd competition. Disagreeing. All find their own place. "Listen to me!!!" becomes the logo. Tagged as independent. To be on that carefree side you push the other in such a way that you dont get insulted. Praises become a craving. All you care for is the betterment of your self. So what happened to that "us" who decided to make friendship for life.. "Our kids will never have as much fun as we did!!" ... yea ofcourse..
What do you do when your soul mates dont connect to your souls??? Find new ones?? Or just put them as a passing phase of life.. shit happens.. and i move on..! A little hurt this time.
p.s. If you dont understand or relate a thing to the blog.. its not your fault. And I am happy for you.
:)
Friday, March 28, 2008
When I walked along the absurdly boring chaotic railway platform, the journey seemed to be never ending. It was the adrenaline flow of returning home from a tiring day at college. Rather I guess that was courtesy hunger.
In relation to the things occurred at college today, there were thoughts in my lonesome mind. I feared how the scenario would turn out to be at home. It was the first time this had happened after all! I had failed! Failed in the year of academics!
Who was to be blamed? For my sweet consoling friends- it was the biased system of education running at college.. “the teacher doesn’t like you yaar!” , for my teachers- it was my insincerity... for my parents – it was their daughter with whom their hopes lied in the cardiac muscle [ i.e.; heart .. come on ! I’m a science student allowed to use the terms], but for me, it was ME!
Elaborating every detail that had happened through the year I went on toward the rickshaw stand, [in the queue the life lies!] I was scared, unnerved and waiting for one pious moment. “ A failed woman you are miss!” , would be my interviewer’s reaction in future , I thought. “ Do you have suicidal intentions??” , spoke the other thought in my mind! I shooed it by listening to, “madam, chalna hai na??” , by the rickshaw driver. Finally my den was approaching. This was the premiere moment where a loser enters home.
Using the keys, I got in. I dint want to delay it anyway so I rushed in. I found my mother and stood in front of her, silently, exasperating. There struck a strange understanding between us. “Some tea?” , she asked. Denying the offer I moved towards her and showed her the report card. Filmy moment I felt. But obviously seriousness had creeped in deteriorating that other comforts in life which I’ll have to give up now. This was it! All that I cared about. After a brief moment she completed going through it carefully. I saw the glimpse of a never happening site. That pearl in her eye. She came forward and……..hugged me!!
I could barely take it! Come on! I had failed! Mom slap me! I was getting mad!!! I cried too. She looked at me and said the most beautiful words ever.“I never liked studies myself. I hated examinations. Those yawns during studies haunted me forever. But for you, I had a dream. With you I wanted excellence. Never stopped you with anything just because I knew, you are destined to shine. This is not forgiveness, this is encouragement, mind you! Tomorrow I don’t want you to miss out on my name in credits when you achieve that big name. I failed in my first attempt too. If you think failures can’t excel and have no power to do anything, you are mistaken! That thought would have never made me a teacher I am today! You can do it!
“ p.s.: Encouragement [not failure] is the stepping stone to success
In relation to the things occurred at college today, there were thoughts in my lonesome mind. I feared how the scenario would turn out to be at home. It was the first time this had happened after all! I had failed! Failed in the year of academics!
Who was to be blamed? For my sweet consoling friends- it was the biased system of education running at college.. “the teacher doesn’t like you yaar!” , for my teachers- it was my insincerity... for my parents – it was their daughter with whom their hopes lied in the cardiac muscle [ i.e.; heart .. come on ! I’m a science student allowed to use the terms], but for me, it was ME!
Elaborating every detail that had happened through the year I went on toward the rickshaw stand, [in the queue the life lies!] I was scared, unnerved and waiting for one pious moment. “ A failed woman you are miss!” , would be my interviewer’s reaction in future , I thought. “ Do you have suicidal intentions??” , spoke the other thought in my mind! I shooed it by listening to, “madam, chalna hai na??” , by the rickshaw driver. Finally my den was approaching. This was the premiere moment where a loser enters home.
Using the keys, I got in. I dint want to delay it anyway so I rushed in. I found my mother and stood in front of her, silently, exasperating. There struck a strange understanding between us. “Some tea?” , she asked. Denying the offer I moved towards her and showed her the report card. Filmy moment I felt. But obviously seriousness had creeped in deteriorating that other comforts in life which I’ll have to give up now. This was it! All that I cared about. After a brief moment she completed going through it carefully. I saw the glimpse of a never happening site. That pearl in her eye. She came forward and……..hugged me!!
I could barely take it! Come on! I had failed! Mom slap me! I was getting mad!!! I cried too. She looked at me and said the most beautiful words ever.“I never liked studies myself. I hated examinations. Those yawns during studies haunted me forever. But for you, I had a dream. With you I wanted excellence. Never stopped you with anything just because I knew, you are destined to shine. This is not forgiveness, this is encouragement, mind you! Tomorrow I don’t want you to miss out on my name in credits when you achieve that big name. I failed in my first attempt too. If you think failures can’t excel and have no power to do anything, you are mistaken! That thought would have never made me a teacher I am today! You can do it!
“ p.s.: Encouragement [not failure] is the stepping stone to success
Sunday, July 1, 2007
Edu-phobic
The question of TO BE or not to be does remain in many minds... i mean here it's with my so called title.. its simple as it says "Edu-Phobic!".
Its not from no where does this topic come up by the way.. A student surviving board exams is like a lubricating war.. friction between the mayhem caused by marks and the victory of not being satisfied! Here if its the toppers reading my blog its the victory of satisfaction NO DOUBT![but at what cost... only you know right!]
Duh everyone is aware about the 'Tough' situation a student undergoes [yak yak yak...] thruought the year... but no one knows who causes it!! "Oh my God.. 10th naa??? 12th naa???? study well ah" are d common words hitting above d pinna , I say, Oh thank you aunty i was just waiting for these words of inspiration from you! mmmmmuah..! hehe..
Smothering lives... for some they work because they have been promised a cell phone by parents... while d richer class gets a car... ooooooo! but the ones under the street lights get some half a dozen rasgulla...
Pappu pass ho gaya.. this innocent -as it seems- humour has hurt so many pappus who knows..?! The other day i read this hoarding put up by the DNA news paper... "80% yet no admission, is YOUR child a failure???.. interact with our DNAists" Wow that certainly does'nt hurt sentiments or inculcates rage in you!! [or does it?!]
"Aapne admission SECURE kahaan kiya hai?? course karna door ki baat hai.. leke rakkho na .. refund milega"... how many of us here are actually doing what we want to and not what we got??
I have a friend of mine [wont name coz of offensive reasons] who asks her parents "you people cant even pay 25 lakhs for my admission??? What kind of parents are you???"... after listening to this i certainly think even if they are capable enough they shouldn't waste it!
Its a tremendous pressure even if u score extraordinarily.. and the ones who dont , all they can do is think that their life is OVER!!
IS there a solution to it??? maybe! or yes??? All you can do is SUPPORT yourself and get what you want!! Man.. its you who is goin to earn the living out of your job,,, so it has to be you who will decide... why worry then?? scored less?? its for the good , trust me... you have kinda lesser options to select.. !! ND THEY MAYBE better! :)
Signing off,
Tanvi Joshi.
Its not from no where does this topic come up by the way.. A student surviving board exams is like a lubricating war.. friction between the mayhem caused by marks and the victory of not being satisfied! Here if its the toppers reading my blog its the victory of satisfaction NO DOUBT![but at what cost... only you know right!]
Duh everyone is aware about the 'Tough' situation a student undergoes [yak yak yak...] thruought the year... but no one knows who causes it!! "Oh my God.. 10th naa??? 12th naa???? study well ah" are d common words hitting above d pinna , I say, Oh thank you aunty i was just waiting for these words of inspiration from you! mmmmmuah..! hehe..
Smothering lives... for some they work because they have been promised a cell phone by parents... while d richer class gets a car... ooooooo! but the ones under the street lights get some half a dozen rasgulla...
Pappu pass ho gaya.. this innocent -as it seems- humour has hurt so many pappus who knows..?! The other day i read this hoarding put up by the DNA news paper... "80% yet no admission, is YOUR child a failure???.. interact with our DNAists" Wow that certainly does'nt hurt sentiments or inculcates rage in you!! [or does it?!]
"Aapne admission SECURE kahaan kiya hai?? course karna door ki baat hai.. leke rakkho na .. refund milega"... how many of us here are actually doing what we want to and not what we got??
I have a friend of mine [wont name coz of offensive reasons] who asks her parents "you people cant even pay 25 lakhs for my admission??? What kind of parents are you???"... after listening to this i certainly think even if they are capable enough they shouldn't waste it!
Its a tremendous pressure even if u score extraordinarily.. and the ones who dont , all they can do is think that their life is OVER!!
IS there a solution to it??? maybe! or yes??? All you can do is SUPPORT yourself and get what you want!! Man.. its you who is goin to earn the living out of your job,,, so it has to be you who will decide... why worry then?? scored less?? its for the good , trust me... you have kinda lesser options to select.. !! ND THEY MAYBE better! :)
Signing off,
Tanvi Joshi.
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