Saturday, May 29
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.
Wednesday, February 17
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 ;)
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 ;)
Thursday, February 4
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!!
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!!
Monday, January 4
Irony is a brilliant word
Often life is an irony (Ah, there you go, one of my favourite words from the English language).
When you have sketched a rough draft of life-to-your-liking in your mind and when it happens in reality one fine sunny day (Though in my case a cold evening), you're baffled!!! Can dreams seem so realistic. There you stop to pinch yourself and painfully realise harsh reality. You're pretty confident its a miracle nonetheless. Which is the irony cos, everytime you imagined it, (or in our case, 'sketched' it (am an engineering student you see)), you and i took utmost care to ensure reality circumstances of its happening. But then reality copied a bit too much from the sketch. That is what left you speechless.
The happiness it brings has been relished in our make-believe world. And now you are convinced, you can never be that happy and so the Baah! look. Irony again. So if this is what is happening, it means you are too happy for words.
N I sit here accepting defeat (or rather typing in my defeat), at the fact that "At times happiness can't just be expressed in words" and this blog post is solid proof (or digital proof) for the same.
Agitated yet sane,
Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e) (Wondering if i'll ever get bored with this kind of sign-off)
p.s The post has more content within brackets than outside (if it has any content at all that is) ;)
When you have sketched a rough draft of life-to-your-liking in your mind and when it happens in reality one fine sunny day (Though in my case a cold evening), you're baffled!!! Can dreams seem so realistic. There you stop to pinch yourself and painfully realise harsh reality. You're pretty confident its a miracle nonetheless. Which is the irony cos, everytime you imagined it, (or in our case, 'sketched' it (am an engineering student you see)), you and i took utmost care to ensure reality circumstances of its happening. But then reality copied a bit too much from the sketch. That is what left you speechless.
The happiness it brings has been relished in our make-believe world. And now you are convinced, you can never be that happy and so the Baah! look. Irony again. So if this is what is happening, it means you are too happy for words.
N I sit here accepting defeat (or rather typing in my defeat), at the fact that "At times happiness can't just be expressed in words" and this blog post is solid proof (or digital proof) for the same.
Agitated yet sane,
Anne (pronounced Ann, spelled with an e) (Wondering if i'll ever get bored with this kind of sign-off)
p.s The post has more content within brackets than outside (if it has any content at all that is) ;)
Thursday, December 10
Girls night out!
A typical Girls night out includes finding space to place one foot
on a really crowded MTC bus so that you don't have to play
monkey on bars the whole time. Get into the first free
compartment you see in the electric train without giving a damn
on whether its first class compartment. You can always jump
over the partition and provide awesome entertainment to the
onlookers ;) Feast on an umpteen course dinner at 2'o clock in
the night. Have brunch without brushing teeth. N laugh out loud
the whole while.
All this and more cos
A woman should...
be a feminist during her college days,
be career minded and career oriented,
play the game of hide and seek with her suitor,
dare to stay happily unmarried all her life,
love being a woman,
buy flowers for herself,
feel the wind on her face,
go camping, trekking,
be shy, be bold,
trust men occasionally,
give that second chance to everyone,
be a romantic,
get emotionally hyped over nothing and cool down suddenly,
go on a diet, yet, eat chocolates and icecreams,
get high 'n stay high on life, love her man and her reflection,
learn to love herself,
kiss herself goodnight in the mirror,
get wild, tame her tears,
break rules- lead the dances,
drive her man's car,
run his bank account,
manage his business, wear his clothes,
yet know that he's a man and she's the woman,
get flattered,
wear latest fashion and fine diamonds
for no special reason
lay down principles in her life,
go out for window shopping all alone,
know the way to her man's heart,
never forget the little girl within.
Way to go gal,
Anne (pronounced Anne, spelled with an e)
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