I nearly reached the climax of one phase of my life. I am about to shed the image of a gawky teenager and wear the image of a dame. I already let my collection of long earrings, of different shapes, sizes and colors that I neatly arrange in my jewelry boxes, to settle in some inaccessible place of my wardrobe. Chick dresses in my wardrobe go down the heap. In a couple of months I will be graduating out of my college.
After completing my last read I have this ‘Eureka’ expression on my face, for I finally figure out why I come across so many books based on campus experiences. This is the time when childhood makes its way to adolescence, and adolescence to adulthood which is way more than a rollercoaster ride. So it is actually not a wonder to see so many, and many well received scripts dwelling on this subject exist. Thanks to all those adept people with pen to go with the urge to narrate their story, and less adept like me still discuss this prospect with friends.
I tarried a little before I pressed the blue button. I moved ahead and pressed the blue button again on another machine. This time I thrust my thumb against the button for a little long and confident until the beep sound registered loud and clear, ringing in my ears and echoed in the room. I walked out of the room with glint in my eyes and a cognitive content to my heart and mind. I held my index finger of my left hand in pride to exhibit my nail that has been dotted black. Yes I’ve cast my first vote not waiting more than a year after I’ve come to age. At 19 years I stood a chance to participate in
It’s been four months since the world’s largest democracy gyrated to enunciate the verdict of people. The black dot on my nail is on the verge of getting erased, and the curtain has been long drawn on the people making a prophecy about the democratic crown prince of
The Indian National congress swept the floor of the parliament with a clear majority, and Dr Manmohan Singh was placed on the mantel as prime minister under the flagship of UPA government. Congress harked back to its lost sheen of yesteryears, and emerged as a government ,without having to take coalition tailspins. Thanks to the ‘aam admi’ ,and pro poor mandate of congress, it has galvanized itself to victory.
President Prathibha Patil has vocalized some path breaking measures that the government would do in the first 100 years of power, which was quite commendable, and would be really appreciated if things are set into motion, and emerge out of the papers. Global meltdown and recession asks for special focus on the economic policies of the country. The budget this year comes with more than 6% fiscal deficit, against the figures that register around 3% last year. Inclusive growth is talked about much in the budget, but the high fiscal deficit remains as a great concern. The flawed food security plan proposed is inadequate, and addresses only a pinch of population with limited utilities. The much talked about women’s bill was mooted in the parliament, and looks like it needs to take in some more rounds of battering on the anvil before a stance is taken on it. The sophian carnage in J&K has had the country to look up north, and people are waiting to see how the government does to mollify the ire of people there whose reaction to the incident has been rampant. The education bill which proclaims to bring every child under the umbrella of its services has been passed in the parliament, and all eyes are glued to witness how it materializes. The H1N1 virus moored on the Indian shores, and the pandemic has engulfed a sizable number in its clouds, and taken a toll of a 14 year old Pune girl’s life. The government is showing little gesticulations to handle the outbreak of the pandemic, though some measures have been employed. An eliciting proposal by the government to abolish the capital punishment has got mixed responses from people and concern is expressed from those who think that terrorists deserve no pardon.
Apart from the recession and budget,
The melodies of ‘Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge’, the description in Keats’s poems, the chilly pleasant evenings, the scenic beauty of the nature, the starry sky with the mood studded in the black canopy makes me feel lonely. Lonely even amidst a crowd. It draws me deep, to look at myself, into my soul.
Then I realize am only a half of the wing yang and that am not complete without my other half. But where is my other half? Have all the men in the world become extinct? Is there no one who could get me interested in himself? Then I ponder on what would be that ‘alma matter’ which would make me want to spend the rest of my life with ‘THE ONE’ and the only one.
The stunts of Bruce Willis, Orlando’s smile, hrithik’s charm and siddharth’s cuteness made me exclaim WOW! But I never wanted to be a rose in their hand. The average sex ratio around my area is around 965/1000. That means am at an advantage to choose from a lot and there is no dearth of hunks, cute faces, good brains, attitude wits and humor. But if u ask me why on earth am I still single? That’s because I ‘vent found the right combo of ingredients that am looking for. I didn’t find the efforts made by the man to win his mistress (that’s me [;)]) worth a nod.
Well being a lady is not a bed of roses. She wears the tiara of pride and dignity. To utter the word “YES” is a herculean task for her. May be deep down in the heart she does admire him, but she restrains herself to receive his love. That surely doesn’t mean she is not interested. It only means that the effort required to win her hand is inadequate. She might even feel apprehensive to trust him, or might be unable to decipher her own feelings for the guy.
This is actually the right time to win the lady. Impregnate faith in her that she means world to you and that she is the perfect better half you always wanted. Put in the effort and make her feel protected giving her a glimpse of how safe she is going to be with you for the rest of her life. A back off at this juncture will only leave sour memories and negative shades about the guy as a playboy when she see’s him in some one else’s company.
If the girl thinks she needs time, give her space and allow her to resolve her issues and fulfill her own obligations to accept the guy in her life. During such times give her assurance that you can wait for a lifetime to hold her hand. Then she would surely seal a promise of a lifetime with her beau.
But guys mind you, if she treats you like scum and your thought doesn’t even cross her mind to hate you, read the signs and back off. The guy can never be anything to the girl. This is how I feel too.
Well customizing the whole theory of what a girl wants, I want to make it more specific of what I am seeking. I would fall for some one with a ‘guy next door’ image, tall and strong enough to lift me in his arms. Some one who can understand my expression in Hindi, English and Telugu. Whose soul ,is sensitive to stimulate to the spiritual fervor and keep religion at a bay, would compliment my soul. In whose company my cheeks always bear a dimple and turn red on blushing would be my guy. Some one who can make me feel dainty delicate before him would be my man. In whose company I feel defenseless and the one who can paint my fortress of pride with the colors of love earns the key to come and live in it. The prince, with the heart of a lion who is ready to cross all the impediments with courage and swim across the current under any circumstances, who sits on his knee with a sonnet on his lips and rose in his hand will win the hand of the princess.
DISCLAIMER: hey guys dont scold me 4 i've included loads of things dat wud hurt ur ego i suppose but yeh generally girls do expect all this. for all the girls who liked it thank you. n those who didnt go n read sum john grey's relation ship books...[:P]
I just wanted pen down a few revelations I discovered in the wake of turning 18. (Well am writing this nearly 6 months after I turned 18.) It’s a whole new world for me, but it hasn’t really changed much for our pot bellied politicians, how does it matter to them if a fresh bunch of vigorous Indians hit the floor to take over the future of India, nor did it matter much to my college lecturers, except for a bunch of fresh faces sweeping in and out the corridors of the department. Well the point here is it matters to me that I turned 18, even if it does not register as an event to the rest of the world, and that now am legally entitled a citizen of
If you are wondering what’s in this bandwagon that’s blaring a lot? Then I would say nothing more than the silly teenage quip that’s doing rounds with most of the urban youth but this one is with a personalized and customized touch. I would rather call it my confession or my short biography of triumphs and failures. (If you are wondering why on Earth you are reading a biography of SOME teenager blabbering her private affair public! I would say that you are reading the human mind, and it is surely worth exploring be it any ones for that matter.)
A couple of months before turning 18, I joined an engineering college. (Definitely not THE KIND I dreamed of going to, nevertheless it isn’t that bad after all, only if I turn a blind eye to the conservative ways prevailing in the place.) It was set in a completely different backdrop. I was strictly warned by my mother that my every move would be monitored by my prying relatives or for that matter the rumor mongers in the college who have nothing better do to than to bother other people. Little did I know how true she was and with in no time I found ample of eyes hounding me in every direction. Probably my denial of doctrine made by male chauvinistic society led me to be in the spotlight, and my every step was mocked at. (Oh please am not a sissy and neither am I brooding over the unwanted attention I am getting, however annoying it is.) I realized that they are framed in a fixed mould and despise anyone made of different craftsmanship. (I wonder how reliable those surveys are which claim the globalizing attitude of Indian youth who are ready for a change!) My bubble of a ‘wanna be’ kind of society burst and I had to bend my head and mute my voice many at times to be in the flock. It was the first time that I had to live away from my parents in a hostel. It is probably my first leap out of my safe and well protected cocoon with my parents. This surely has taught me quite a few things, the pros and cons of living on your own. (I hate to fold my clothes, yet am a little glad that I don’t have to hear mom screaming at me for my prolonged conversations over the phone.) Just as my 18’th birthday was round the corners I was swarmed by a group of people whom I could call my friends in the college.( I wasn’t really sure for how long my crowned friends were going to stick together, that is until no new controversy propped up between us or at least until we were not found bitching about each other behind the back and least of all until we didn’t see each other as a potential threat to our own career and popularity- oh common guys face it that’s how it works these days. ’yeh dosti hum nahi chodenge’ kind of species have become extinct.) Thanks to these people who have so to say helped me trim myself to fit the suit tailored by the college folks. (I meant taming myself to the ways of the college.) As the old saying goes ‘compromise won’t last long’, I couldn’t hide my farce of being this submissive lass for a long time. At times I exploded with fits of anger at my fellow mates and ended up using the taboo ‘roadies tongue’ (well the folks featured in roadies are considered to be the ‘stay away from my kid’ kinds for most of the parents.) After coming out of school I realized that the
Now the D day arrived. It was on april 8'th andi had to go to lallaguda railway degree college to give my JEE. Mom and dad escorted me to the center and i could see many more anxious parents with their children just as mine. In fact i was really amused by the sight of all the tensed parents who were trying to assure their children and give them confidence. Man cant they just leave them in silence before the exam seriously i couldnt take all that. So finally i got into my room and was waiting for the instructions. The question paper had a seal which i couldnt open untill the invigilator asked me to. Yet i was trying to peek into the paper with a little success. As soon as i opened the paper and just fliped through i felt like i was struck by a thunderbolt. I didnt imagine even in my wildest dreams that it could be so easy. As i was going further and attempting my paper i feareed of faring really well which i couldnt believe actually. I came out of the hall dumbstruck. Mom was eager to hear what i would say. She feared the shock over my face but releaved to hear that it was due to a pleasant reason. Had some icecreams and some home made food and headed back to write paper-2. Since paper-1 seemed easy i expected paper-2 to be a bit tough. But to my surprise even that was pretty easy and almost followed the footsteps on paper-1. I almost screamed seeing the paper i guess. It was kinda difficult to conceal my happiness on seeing the paper. Exam was a grand success, as far as i know i've done pretty well and i actually coudnt believe that. Later i learnt that almost all the folks have done as well as i did or may be better than me. But well never mind, i still had some hope and feared a heart attack if in case i hear that i cleared JEE. So here i sit awaiting my result. More later......
