For quite sometime..

For quite sometime, I forgot my dear blog existed.

Meantime, I have crossed many uniquely different bends in my road, each bringing with it the inevitable element of surprise. (Yes, I read a couple of more Anne books ;) )

In the marathon of life, we have been running and in the process, grown old of certain things dear to us. Pardon the simile, but just like we grow out of our shoes. And then the shoe holds no purpose. Only memories. Memories of falling down from the bike, of those cherished walks and talks with our loved ones, of the once-upon-a-time good times which can never be the same again.

And then you sneak into new shoes and keep running. You can't afford to stop. The world has brought us to that. However, there comes a moment when you stop short of breath. The only thing on your mind now is the shoe. You find yourself going back to it to kindle memories and bask in the sweetness it brings. And sincerely hope that it gives you that energy to start running again.

Shoe has become blog and I am running frantically, hoping this post gives me the energy for quite sometime.

For quite a long time, have been and will be,

Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

If only I can write something as beautiful as this...

This won't be easy,
but I have to try.
I'll have to leave in dead winter,
and come back in July.
I'll have to sing what I feel,
almost every night.
But if this does anything,
and it will you'll see.
I'm gunna do everything,
to put you next to me.

This is keeping me up so I decided,
to just give in, call it a night.
I've run out of different ways to tell you,
what I've tried a million other times.
I doubt that I could leave you,
and I still doubt you'd even care.
But how could I lead my life,
and always say truth but never dare.

This won't be easy,
but I have to try.
I'll have to leave in dead winter,
and come back in July.
I'll have to sing what I feel,
almost every night.
But if this does anything,
and it will you'll see.
I'm gunna do everything,
to put you next to me.

This is keeping me up so I decided,
to just give in, call it a night.
I've run out of different ways to tell you,
what I've tried a million other times.
I doubt that I could leave you,
and I still doubt you'd even care.
But how could I lead my life,
and always say truth but never..

This is keeping me up so I decided,
to just give in, call it a night.
(call it a night)
I've run out of different ways to tell you,
what I've tried a million other times.
( a million times)
I doubt that I could leave you,
and I still doubt you'd even care.
But how could I lead my life,
and always say truth but never,
how could I lead my life,
and always say truth but never dare.

I can feel the undertow.
Will it drown me?
I don't know.
Don't ya see it's you I need.
Or will you leave me lost at sea?
You'll miss the sun, and offshore breeze.
And I forgot to mention me.
I don't think that you should go.
I can't stand to be alone.
Wo oh, woah oh.
I can't stand to be alone.
Woah, woah oh.
I can't stand to be alone.
Woah woah.
I can't stand to be alone.
Woah, woah oh.
I can't stand to be alone.
I can't stand to be alone.
I can't stand to be alone.

Life’s not fair

It is, when you want to throw your mobile with all the force you can muster, and get it over with. Getting to see it shatter into pieces, somehow you can handle the pressure that is breaking your heart to pieces. All the same, you cannot do that, not because the darn thing is costly but because you are helplessly in love with what is frustrating you – “Unconditionally and irrevocably in love”. And they have got to reach you. Or rather you need to cling on to them. Only then do you feel secure. That is why the whole fiasco gets staged. Either stay in love or be an unemotional idiot. Those times, being an unemotional idiot seems better off. You start wondering if it really was love on their part. Or were they simply using you and your-helplessness-in-helping them. Aarrrrghhh! Life’s not fair.

Media Me

Disclaimer: This one is about me and Kurukshetra. References to others are not to be interpreted about as you desire.

Being Media core of Kurukshetra 2010 is no joke. So given that you are aware beforehand of the responsibilities of a Media Relations i/c, let me tell you the non-media stuff I had to do!!!

For one, arguing with some water supply motor operator, or rather, begging him to turn off the motor because the sound interrupted the interview.

Shifting the informals stage a foot forward, so that the backdrop can be erected. This, after the very stage had to be shifted from elsewhere to that parking lot (Okay that one I din do). While some notorious nitwit ruined the informals, amongst spectators which included one of the core members who claims he din realise something not-good was happening, my desperate attempt to get two volunteers to the spot. Finally, what was done was done and I had to sit while they reproached me.

The highlight is my transformation to one-eyed jack, when an ant of all places chose my eye to bite. I was a pretty sight! Abhi can second me on this one :-p

Elated after making an announcement in the mike, waved and shouted to a junior, only to realise a moment too late that he was with a guest!! He asked me to go ahead and tell him what I wanted to say. Wearing an ‘i-am-an-idiot expression’ asked him if he heard the announcement. To which, Dr. Sethu Vijayakumar replies, “Oh that was you! It was good.” Now, that was not embarrassing at all!

Few other lessons learnt,
Stay as far away as possible from the hospitality/information desk. One minute there and you are dead meat.

Driving lessons. We got pretty good! Nothing like practising before the VC’s office.

Just because you wear a core tag, doesn’t exactly make you one. Well, I and a junior switched places. (You gotta agree! No arguments)

Subjection to humiliation is a part and parcel of life.

Eat whenever possible. Dignity, integrity, et cetera have absolutely no say.

Deadlines - Now I know exactly why they’re called so.

Some really valuable lessons they are, trust me.
Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e)

p.s Absolutely NO comments from fellow core members expected, encouraged or entertained ;)

Helpless!

You sincerely hope the earth swallows you so that you can escape from the situation that is confronting you.

Somebody gives you a hard time- they are making perfect sense that is!
That is what makes it difficult. They are making perfect sense. And there is nothing you can do about it. You are helpless. You cannot confront the person who made you helpless. So you are in a downright helpless situation. Which is asking too much.

You desperately seek someone who would understand the utterly complex gossamer-feelings-matrix which surrounds you. That person cannot be both human enough and understand at the same time. So there you go - my definition of helpless!!