Bittersweet

Monday, July 13, 2009 at 5:52 AM

Carefully, the yellowing paper I folded and bent,

While he watched eagerly, with mounting excitement

From the deep recesses of memory, instructions I dug,

Till finally for my efforts, I was rewarded with a hug.

Holding it aloft, he let out a triumphant yell

& ran into the open, where a torrent of rain fell.

Down our little lane, with speed increasing evermore,

Flowed water into a swirling pond, right at our front door.

To this he sped, sans umbrella or rain coat

& like a grim sea captain, set sail his boat.

How well a bit of paper can keep him enthralled..

Watching him, rainy days long-forgotten I recalled.

Boat races, water fights, loud squeals of joy,

Damp clothes, drenched hair & a salvaged bedraggled toy.

Buried incidents, all those long years of fun…

I can see them all clearly, when I look at my son.

Weary am i...

Sunday, July 12, 2009 at 7:32 AM

I look down at the hands folded across my lap,

Once smooth and firm, fettered by age’s fatal trap.

This house-like me, has known happier days,

Now my sole companion, beside my mottled medicine case.

My branches and buds, across the world are spread,

But on occasions like today, they convene round my bed.

Around they crowd- family spanning four generations,

With laden hands, hearts brimming with love and patience.

Joy is unbounded as they gossip, laugh and play

In the midst of it all, I’m far far away.


With many hugs, copious tears and a heavy heart,

I watch as one by one, they inevitably depart.

Their echoes fade away into a silence so deep

As I seek momentary refuge in a drugged sleep.

Out of the way little titches- the Final years are here!

at 7:30 AM

The end of our sojourn at this college is finally in sight. Now we have one amazing year ahead of us.. a year where we can rightfully claim the top spot in the college ecosystem, and have a great time lording it over the rest of the populace. Most of the juniors are now below our notice, as we set our sights higher and aim at ragging the Profs instead. Barely a week into the New Year, and already teachers shudder and offer long and silent prayers before entering our class. Our reputation preceded us, which resulted in one of the new and enthu people coming up to us and saying- I’ve heard your class is very indisciplined, but I’m sure you’ll be very good in my class- she said this with a beaming smile and looked around for positive reactions… half the class dint even realize she was talking- they were busy with their own conversations, a quarter were eating biscuits and/or biryani, while the rest were snorting gleefully at her ridiculous optimism. Another prof very sweetly told us that she wanted our suggestions, and collected a motley of torn, scruffy bits of paper from us. Poor thing, most suggestions were of the form ‘free hour everyday’ or ‘only ten mins of class per week’. I wonder how long it’ll be before our class manages to break through her composure.

The other extreme- the super strict and ‘I’ll mark you absent and make your parents meet the hod”-type of teacher seems to be faring just as badly with our lot. Every single day, nearly 50 of the 59 students in class bunk the last 2 hours.. every single day.. Naturally, the teachers notice- most however know what a pointless exercise it is to try and rein in final years, and end up having a well deserved break at the end of the day. College authorities however, don’t seem to have this happy turn of mind, and send around a couple of ppl to check on final year attendance- oh boy, do they know us!- the upshot, Hod got dragged into the fray, and told each of the offenders to write an apology letter…. And what do my angelic classmates do??- in spite of my dark hints and ominous predictions, they carelessly dismiss the letter, and bunk yet again!!. oh well, if you cant beat ‘em, join ‘em !!

All in all, a great time for the entire lot of us. Camaraderie is at its peak, knowing its our last year together, we’ve put aside all our differences, and are doin our best to give back to the college what its given us for three years – HELL !!! We come to college with a nonchalant air, not giving two hoots about records and notebooks, our primary purpose being to gossip and have loads of fun. More and more people are trying out new looks, this being their last chance to make an impression. Wardrobes are spruced up, accessories are bigger and better than ever, coiffures are more elaborate, and make up is making a huge comeback. During breaks, in the restrooms and even during class, girls apply layers of shiny gloss, glittering mascara, lustrous lip sticks, and oodles of lotion. Guys meanwhile are spending ages with their gazes locked onto mirrors or any reflecting surface, painstakingly smoothing down individual hairs. Confidence levels are at an all time high, as we strut around like the whole campus belongs to us. Well, it kinda does, for this one year. So lets make the most of it! J

Peals, giggles and hysteria!

Tuesday, June 30, 2009 at 10:29 AM

Have you noticed how the silliest of things can have a person in splits, while more genuinely funny incidents are greeted by an expression most resembling a stuffed fish? What tickles each person’s funny bone remains one of the world’s greatest unsolved mysteries. The medium of the joke can also shift its position in the humour scale, or at least affect the responses. I for one tend to laugh out loud a lot more during conversations, even for the stupidest of PJs. In print though, even the funniest of cartoons like Calvin, and the undoubted master of wit Wodehouse himself, only manages to elicit a small smile and an occasional ‘heh’ for the outrageously hilarious bits. Its not that I think they’re not amusing- far from it really. While reading, or even watching a funny movie, I’m roaring with laughter inside my head, while wearing a silly smile on my otherwise impassive face. If I happen to discuss either with someone else though, I end up laughing till my sides ache. It’s a rum thing. There are others though, like my mum, who goes into fits of unstoppable giggles every time she reads and re-reads a Wodehouse. She then insists on regaling us with an excerpt, lavishly interspersed with sudden outbursts of red faced laughs, while tears stream down her face.

Then there are those who laugh for no perceivable reason at all, usually attributed to some remembrance of an old joke, a distant association with a humorous incident, or strains of insanity! The probability of this occurring increases tenfold when you’re with a friend who’s as silly (or more so) as you are. Of late, my hysterical friend and I have been spending a considerable portion of our waking hours laughing maniacally like a couple of kooky hyenas. This is fine if we happen to be at home, or some random place where nobody knows us. We just happened to pick the worst possible place for a fit of giggles- a quiet lab in IIT madras, chock-full of geniuses and prodigies, serious iitians, and brilliant interns – all of whom have mammoth brains and eccentric characteristics. The latter is usually the cause of our frequent outbursts, which draws every bespectacled eye to us, while we try to make ourselves invisible. After a disapproving frown and a glare, they return their attentions to their algorithms and security proofs, while we rush outside so we can laugh unrestrainedly. During lunch again, my friend randomly begins laughing hysterically for absolutely no reason at all, her laugh being very infectious, I join her, while our other friends look on perplexedly wondering what they’d done to trigger such an outburst, .. and delicately edging themselves and their plates as far away from us as possible. The worst ever episode of our laugh-a-thon occurred a couple of days back, while returning to the lab after lunch. We were in high spirits, and got into the elevator along with four strangers. One of them was a weird looking female, who once began making the funniest of faces at a guy- who was pointedly ignoring her. I studiously kept my head down, as my lips curved into an involuntary smile. From behind me, I heard two loud snorts of laughter, and fought even more to keep a straight face as everyone turned to look at my now purple-in-the-face friend. The moment the lift doors slid open, we shot out,- walking determinedly toward the lab, I turned around, and found that my stupid friend had vanished. I walked back looking for her, and saw her hiding in a little alcove, half crouching, collapsing with mirth, and clinging on to the wall for support! Not surprisingly, it took about half a second before I dissolved into laughter as well. Into this scene of cheer walked two of the guys from the elevator, took one look at us, and ran for their lives. This of course was reason enough for a fresh outburst from the two of us. Finally, clutching our sides, and wheezing painfully, we walked back.. and who do we see, but the same kook of a girl again. Words fail me, too many tears dripping down my face onto my poor lappie.

Of sun, sand and sleeep!

at 10:28 AM

Lazy Sundays- what bliss.. Snore your head off till mid afternoon, wake up, yawn, stretch luxuriously and have a prolonged Sunday brunch.. then settle down to a mild activity which doesn’t tax your muscles or brain cells too much – like reading a trashy paper or day dreaming, until you doze off yet again, finally waking up rejuvenated after a stressed out week. Unfortunately, my Sunday wasn’t quite like that. My hyper family and I optimistically planned to wake up before the crack of dawn, and drive down to the beach to greet the sun as it rose majestically out of the sea. Having decided this, we then proceeded to stay up till past three in the morning proposing and vetoing at least 45 randomly crazy “fun things” to do, ranging from driving out for ice cream and playing tag on the terrace, to rounding up all the strays in the area and taking them to the pound. Finally, after much ado, talk, hysterical giggling, a lot of singing and plenty of deliciously melted chocolate we turned in. The crack of dawn came and went , with one cousin trying vainly to wake us up, being the only signs of life in the house. An hour later, there was some stirring, grumbles, moans and occasional shrieks, all drowned by the hiss of the stove as the water for tea boiled away merrily. Umpteen cups of pick-me-ups later, we bundled into a couple of cars and headed off- with the sun well overhead..

Ah, the beach! The magical place where unending stretches of golden sand, the choppy waves of a mighty ocean, and the vast expanse of pale blue sky, all convene. Sounds idyllic?? Far from it. The sand is blistering hot, so that anyone who happens to step on it barefoot ends up looking like they’re performing some complicated war dance. .. it holds a motley crowd of objects – the unpleasant vastly outnumbering the pleasant….the water is no more pristine- you shriek with fright, thinking you’ve been attacked by a Portuguese man-o-war at the very least, and look down to find your leg swathed in a disintegrating plastic cover… You’re also in danger of being hit by a variety of balls, being followed around by strays and crows in search of scraps of food, being cut by a kite thread, and being besieged by an array of ‘sundal’ sellers and fortune tellers. My dad and I watched with big smirks, as the rest of the bunch tripped over themselves and spat out salty sea water, as an aunt and cousin were completely submerged, as drenched cell phones were salvaged and worried over, and as my brother dived in franticly after his ugly rubber slippers… The smirks grew considerably in size an hour later, as everyone sat scraping the sand off their well encrusted persons with disgruntled expressions. With well whetted appetites, we headed across the road to mash, and chomped and chewed steadily on their suitably named break-feasts – omlettes bursting with cheese and laces with spiced beef, soft and crumbly scrambled eggs, mouth watering golden-brown sausages, crisp fries with tangy sauce, hot toast butter and marmalade, honeyed pancakes with pineapples and mangoes, washed down with large mugs of piping hot coffee and hot chocolate. With satiated smiles plastered across our faces and clothes stretched tightly across considerably enlarged midriffs, we headed home and plonked straight into bed. J

There and back again...

Friday, June 26, 2009 at 11:24 AM

Its not the destination, but the journey that counts, and is usually more eventful.. not to mention nerve wracking. This is especially true if the journey in question is a two-way one hour plus tortuous commute from one end of the city to another, in a crowded bus in the sweltering heat of Chennai. I emerge from these journeys disheveled, breathless and with a sense of blessed relief. The MTCs are a boon to all those, like my friend and i, who rely on public transport for long distances cause we’re too chicken to drive ourselves. A well-oiled system is in existence, with plenty of buses, most of them pretty decent- and best of all, the answer to all our prayers, the deluxe air conditioned bus. Deliciously cool, tinted windows to ward off the evil rays of le sol, comfy seats, super fast and barely any crowd at all, they are a joy to travel in! So, problem solved you may say… not quite. Life has an uncanny knack of knowing how to throw in a spanner and bung up the works. These buses are supposedly perfectly timed,. And in fact were a couple of months back. Lately however, we don’t seem to be able to so much as sniff a deluxe bus, in spite of running till we had stitches down our sides so that we could get to the stop on “time” for the elusive vehicle.

And hence, we get stuck with the ordinary ones.. muggy, scorching heat and copious amounts of fine dust pouring in through the large windows, icky-sweaty crowds, jostling each other with great gusto, reckless guys hanging precariously from the footboard, their only safeguard being a one-handed grip on a window bar, grouchy drivers and cantankerous conductors. The worst to have to put up with when we get a seat, is the bundles of unwieldy packages that are shoved onto our laps by the more unlucky lot. Once in a while though, when we’ve waited and waited for ages at the stop, rejecting every bus that looks rundown or has any standing passengers, we give up and decide to board the very next bus that comes by. The upshot?- a miserable hour spent standing in a bus driven by a maniac who loves swerving wildly, while we get tossed around like a sack of potatoes. In some buses we’re saved the bother of trying to maintain balance, as all of us are packed tightly together like a tin of sardines! A solid tangle of arms faces and legs, fighting tooth and nail for breathing space, while trying (in vain) to put in as much distance as possible between our noses and the various smelly armpits in the vicinity.

All said and done, these buses can be very amusing – if you’re not being squashed to a pulp that is. It’s the perfect place to watch the idiosyncrasies of various people in action. A fussy mother berating her bratty children for the ruckus they caused, two old maamis discussing in loving detail their new gold earrings, a couple of schools kids studying furiously, a ‘business’man bellowing in ‘yingilish’ into his shiny phone, a wailing baby being bounced up and down by a harassed looking dad, a bunch of college students spouting pjs and laughing raucously , a young woman powdering her nose and arranging her bouquet of mallipoo with great care and concentration, well aware of the attention she is garnering from a sunglass sporting, lurid pink toting guy, ogling openly, and topped off by a conductor yelling at anyone who dint have their exact change ready within 2 seconds of their having boarded the bus.. Little wonder then that we spend quite a bit of time giggling stupidly, trying desperately to hide our snorts of laughter behind hankies, bags or cellphones (!), while the rest of the bus glare suspiciously at us! J

a GRuEsome experience!

at 11:08 AM

Well, its finally over.. not that I spent too much time poring over ridiculously long wordlists and endless piles of practice tests.. but the two weeks that I spent on GRE prep were probably the longest ones of my life. my partner in crime and I raced thru the wordlists, and actually managed to finish all of them within a week. I know not how., in spite of spending a lot of time in IIT as well.. it seems like all our spare moments were devoted to feverishly writing down weirdish words, moaning over annoying ones like venal, venial, ventral.. condign, consign, conflate, contumacious and the like... puzzling out ways to remember wacko words like legerdemain, mulct, promulgate and lien. We discussed and quizzed each other while walking to and from lunch ,.. over plates of hot chapattis , while waiting for a bus, and even in the bus- while other passengers gave us strange looks...

The next week of my life seems like it revolved entirely around practice tests- from Barrons' book, Princeton and lyceum material, Barrons' and ETS' practice cd, and a ragtag of online tests from random websites. With each and every test I ended up with widely varying scores.. some sending me into transports of delight, and resulting in me bounding all around the house with unstinted glee, while others reduced me to a messy puddle of tears ... A crazy fortnight indeed.. culminating in an afternoon fraught with tension and nail-biting suspense.. The test being scheduled for one in the afternoon, we got there by 12.30 and waited with shaking hands and trembling voices for us to be called in. Time wore on, without any signs of a summons.. each second increasing my desire to puke my guts out.. after an hour of forced meditation, and desparate attempts to calm my mind, I was summoned to the pit of doooom!

Oh well, what more is there to be said.. I walked through the raging fire and came out unscathed - unless you count a chipped nail and a bumped forehead! It was ok I suppose , anyway, the important thing to note is that I have survived the ordeal, and now have a week more of the holidays left to enjoy, without sharing the feeling of Damocles- of walking around with a sword hanging precariously over my head.

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