When sittin in the class tryin to concentrate on the strict old woman's tightly pursed lips that make rather cute angels as she begins to deliver a lecture,i only end up in desperate attempts of tryin to muffle the sounds of my ever too-frequent yawnings. At moments, my hands involuntarily reach up to the back of my neck, where many a wet locks have gelled together to form a single big curl. Then i push them to one side while the guy next to me futher stiffens uncomfortably in his place.
So drab are my days, and today was no different. So many classes wound up in one go. Stretched on until 2.30 with not even a pee break. I'd even asked someone to get me a Sunfeast. Dont think anybody cared. Bah! Such is life.
I am undergoing another one of those "un-Aishwarian" phases.. when every object of nature, every human soul seems to be plotting against me. I feel sleepy but the bed looks repulsive. I wanna write but cannot frame the right phrases. I wanna share but lack the company. I wanna cry, laugh but emotions fail me each time!
I wanna throw up, but my body cannot afford to.
Hmmm.. How many voodoo dolls would i need to make to kill civilisation?
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Stale Pizza Decisions
Some decisions are better,
If made a day later..
Like stale pizzas taste nicer..
On a pretty microwave platter,
When warmed,
The next morn.
If made a day later..
Like stale pizzas taste nicer..
On a pretty microwave platter,
When warmed,
The next morn.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Apologia
I take the opportunity of using this public platform to seek apology for a deed i committed in extreme carelessness.
On my behalf, i'd like to defend myself by accepting that i conducted the activity in a rather casual manner, and that i had never the slightest bit of idea that it would ever cause this grave a stir.
I hope the persons involved ARE reading THIS.
I am extremely sorry for the words i wrote on the concerned forum( Facebook). I am, in fact, apologetic in greater measures for the remarks were made by me for a well esteemed faculty member of my college. I know what i did was exceedingly wrong and quite immature to be done by a final year student.
However, the comment i made was absolutely nonchalant and made in a gesture of play. ( And there were many more involved in it). Moreover, since it was a personal view being expressed on a private page, im only hoping that i be given the benefit of doubt, and that i be let off on grounds of democracy/freedom of speech.
Furthermore, the other remarks made on the page (which incidentally belonged in my name) were not laid down by me, but by a few other students, whose power of speech i cannot control for natural reasons. I therefore hope, that i will not be held guilty for the gestures of third party members.
I am, once again, really regretful that my word(s) potentially hurt the sentiments of the person concerned. Religiously sorry, again.
I hope you ARE reading this.
Thank you. I seek your apologies.
Aishwarya Kandpal.
September 4, 2010
On my behalf, i'd like to defend myself by accepting that i conducted the activity in a rather casual manner, and that i had never the slightest bit of idea that it would ever cause this grave a stir.
I hope the persons involved ARE reading THIS.
I am extremely sorry for the words i wrote on the concerned forum( Facebook). I am, in fact, apologetic in greater measures for the remarks were made by me for a well esteemed faculty member of my college. I know what i did was exceedingly wrong and quite immature to be done by a final year student.
However, the comment i made was absolutely nonchalant and made in a gesture of play. ( And there were many more involved in it). Moreover, since it was a personal view being expressed on a private page, im only hoping that i be given the benefit of doubt, and that i be let off on grounds of democracy/freedom of speech.
Furthermore, the other remarks made on the page (which incidentally belonged in my name) were not laid down by me, but by a few other students, whose power of speech i cannot control for natural reasons. I therefore hope, that i will not be held guilty for the gestures of third party members.
I am, once again, really regretful that my word(s) potentially hurt the sentiments of the person concerned. Religiously sorry, again.
I hope you ARE reading this.
Thank you. I seek your apologies.
Aishwarya Kandpal.
September 4, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Our Inherent Goodness
I attribute this piece to the amazing genius of someone i adore, respect and love immensely. Do read..
" There's a certain goodness in all of us - a will, an urge, a wish to be good, to help , to care, to reach out, to listen ,to consider ,to be fair ,to do a greater good.
When u feel such a thing, bring it out. Act on it. There's never a better time to listen to such a voice than now. Good actions follow further good actions and then, it becomes a habit. Later, our instinct.
Its okay to do a li'l good now and then.
Go ahead.
The world needs you. "
" There's a certain goodness in all of us - a will, an urge, a wish to be good, to help , to care, to reach out, to listen ,to consider ,to be fair ,to do a greater good.
When u feel such a thing, bring it out. Act on it. There's never a better time to listen to such a voice than now. Good actions follow further good actions and then, it becomes a habit. Later, our instinct.
Its okay to do a li'l good now and then.
Go ahead.
The world needs you. "
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
My big, bad world.
I’m a small girl.
I’m a small girl in a big world.
I’m a nice, small, young girl in a big, old, bad world. And my senses always force me to question the same big world…
Dear world, Why’re you so bad? You weren’t born bad. You don’t even look bad, you’re so nice and colorful and beautiful. Did your parents bring you up bad so you turned out bad too? Or someone hurt you too bad that you thought being bad was an answer back? Oh no! Do tell me, World, your reason of being mean and nasty.
Bah!
Okay, no beating about the bush. My conscience has ceaselessly strained me with questions, my inner voice perpetually thumping my cerebral walls with a hammer. Thud thud thud.
My poor brain wants to know why it does not feel safe anymore. It wants to know why its crust is always battered by sounds of guns, cries of agony and the sodden feel of blood. It reasons to know why its owner cannot roam freely in the city’s busiest market, or why she cannot walk the streets alone at night.
Why has the world suddenly turned so malicious? Why have words and actions become so ruthlessly hurtful? Why don’t people act polite and with a little bit of humility anymore? Why do we refuse to perform our duties honestly? Why don’t we offer a helping hand to someone in need? Why do we just not act nice and courteous any longer?
WHY.
The enemy is not outside, the enemy lies within us.
Think it over.
I’m a small girl in a big world.
I’m a nice, small, young girl in a big, old, bad world. And my senses always force me to question the same big world…
Dear world, Why’re you so bad? You weren’t born bad. You don’t even look bad, you’re so nice and colorful and beautiful. Did your parents bring you up bad so you turned out bad too? Or someone hurt you too bad that you thought being bad was an answer back? Oh no! Do tell me, World, your reason of being mean and nasty.
Bah!
Okay, no beating about the bush. My conscience has ceaselessly strained me with questions, my inner voice perpetually thumping my cerebral walls with a hammer. Thud thud thud.
My poor brain wants to know why it does not feel safe anymore. It wants to know why its crust is always battered by sounds of guns, cries of agony and the sodden feel of blood. It reasons to know why its owner cannot roam freely in the city’s busiest market, or why she cannot walk the streets alone at night.
Why has the world suddenly turned so malicious? Why have words and actions become so ruthlessly hurtful? Why don’t people act polite and with a little bit of humility anymore? Why do we refuse to perform our duties honestly? Why don’t we offer a helping hand to someone in need? Why do we just not act nice and courteous any longer?
WHY.
The enemy is not outside, the enemy lies within us.
Think it over.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Welcome to Lallywood!
I was aware that the quaint little hamlet of Chilianaula, a little downhill from Ranikhet, had a great more deal on its palette other than the quintessential Himalayan range lodging sizeable trees of pine and massive cedars, and of course, the heavenly ashram of Shri Baba Haidakhan.
What I did not know was that in the premises of the Ashram, there ran an oddly attractive shed by the name of Rama Bar which sold the best dark chocolate in the most rustic variety! And the one who to brew froth outta it was a German –Punk- turned- Indian- Baba, who’d been residing in and out of the Ashram past 30 years now.
This guy, likely running in his fifties, ran a media house cum coffee hut, which, like I mentioned above, is, peculiarly, named Rama Bar. And tell you all, his is the most sophisticated, most hospitable, and most spiritual coffee shop I’ve come across ever. There’s coffee, chocolate, gadgets, Hanuman statues, pictographs, and many other small and big objects housed in the same little room, which is probably only 10 feet wide and just as long!
Seemingly, it all did seem interesting and wonderful enough to have a mention of it in my blog!
This, and more. He makes movies too.. like short films on Shri Baba. And he’s got his own media production house, apparently called : Lallywood TV. Just as unusual as it sounds, it comes from Lall Baba. Oh yes, this guy’s called Christoph, a.k.a. Lall Baba! Hence, the name of the production unit.
Disclosing a smidgen bit more information here would sway me away from my purpose of keeping the fascination intact. I, therefore, stop.
What I did not know was that in the premises of the Ashram, there ran an oddly attractive shed by the name of Rama Bar which sold the best dark chocolate in the most rustic variety! And the one who to brew froth outta it was a German –Punk- turned- Indian- Baba, who’d been residing in and out of the Ashram past 30 years now.
This guy, likely running in his fifties, ran a media house cum coffee hut, which, like I mentioned above, is, peculiarly, named Rama Bar. And tell you all, his is the most sophisticated, most hospitable, and most spiritual coffee shop I’ve come across ever. There’s coffee, chocolate, gadgets, Hanuman statues, pictographs, and many other small and big objects housed in the same little room, which is probably only 10 feet wide and just as long!
Seemingly, it all did seem interesting and wonderful enough to have a mention of it in my blog!
This, and more. He makes movies too.. like short films on Shri Baba. And he’s got his own media production house, apparently called : Lallywood TV. Just as unusual as it sounds, it comes from Lall Baba. Oh yes, this guy’s called Christoph, a.k.a. Lall Baba! Hence, the name of the production unit.
Disclosing a smidgen bit more information here would sway me away from my purpose of keeping the fascination intact. I, therefore, stop.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
I'm happy! :)
I am journalist.
Okaii. Much too talking.
I’m a journalist.. in the making. :P
I interview Miss India, i sip pineapple juice with a renowned writer at the Taj, and i grill down the director of the Archaeological Survey of India.
And then,
I travel back home at 9.30 in the night in the most demolished of auto rickshaws that reek of the worst stinks uttered from an Indian cakehole ever!
Nonetheless, I Love the present. Yeah..! :)
I have the world’s best friend who gladly takes off my shoes and washes my socks, apart from the great massage she gives my tired head/legs/back etc. every night and day!
Crap.
No she doesn’t! She’s not harebrained..!! But she DOES give me the world’s best head massage after we arrive home. Not to mention, she prepares every damn meal- from breakfast to lunch to tea to supper, although she’s as knew to this place as I am and has never before played housewife. :P
Really, she’s had, by far, been my biggest and strongest emotional backing, and has happily embraced my monstrous tantrums like none other.
Moving on, im blessed with the earth’s nicest guy as my brother. He, who holds words for me such that they become god’s own. He, who calls me every freakin day to babytalk for hours! He, who’s the most adorable thing when he becomes serious! And he, who seems to be on the brighter, lighter, righter side Always!
My mum’s not exactly my best friend, but nothing less than that either.The poor thing has this special knack of fretting at the slightest news, whether or not it affects her daughter. Typically mother-like! :) Coming from a great family of intellectuals, she has inculcated in me values that have been my ground. I’ve seen my mother grow with me. From being a stern disciplinarian, she has come a long way to being this jolly old woman who wouldn’t stop her daughter form doing what she wishes. We’ve had our times of fun, and it’d be sensible if I refrain myself from telling them here.
My father- the best example of a self-made man. The second best thing about him- he’s far too good looking for his age. He’s 5o plus but doesn’t look a day younger beyond 40! Sadly, however, I haven’t had my times of “great father daughter bonding”, and this I may attribute to the fact I myself never allowed him to dwell into my personal life. Yet, he’s a great guy- by far- the most honest, most disciplined, and most innocent man I know. He is so seedha, he doesn’t know how to strike a conversation with my friends! And then he ends up getting pally with them in the most hilarious manner while I continue wondering how im gonna make up for it later!
Enough, before it gets far too personal.
Im happy with the present. Im glad its happening. I wouldn’t wanna change it any bit, but for the better. Extremely thankful to God.
As for travelling within confined spaces with rotten gobs, I hope to find an alternative soon!
Okaii. Much too talking.
I’m a journalist.. in the making. :P
I interview Miss India, i sip pineapple juice with a renowned writer at the Taj, and i grill down the director of the Archaeological Survey of India.
And then,
I travel back home at 9.30 in the night in the most demolished of auto rickshaws that reek of the worst stinks uttered from an Indian cakehole ever!
Nonetheless, I Love the present. Yeah..! :)
I have the world’s best friend who gladly takes off my shoes and washes my socks, apart from the great massage she gives my tired head/legs/back etc. every night and day!
Crap.
No she doesn’t! She’s not harebrained..!! But she DOES give me the world’s best head massage after we arrive home. Not to mention, she prepares every damn meal- from breakfast to lunch to tea to supper, although she’s as knew to this place as I am and has never before played housewife. :P
Really, she’s had, by far, been my biggest and strongest emotional backing, and has happily embraced my monstrous tantrums like none other.
Moving on, im blessed with the earth’s nicest guy as my brother. He, who holds words for me such that they become god’s own. He, who calls me every freakin day to babytalk for hours! He, who’s the most adorable thing when he becomes serious! And he, who seems to be on the brighter, lighter, righter side Always!
My mum’s not exactly my best friend, but nothing less than that either.The poor thing has this special knack of fretting at the slightest news, whether or not it affects her daughter. Typically mother-like! :) Coming from a great family of intellectuals, she has inculcated in me values that have been my ground. I’ve seen my mother grow with me. From being a stern disciplinarian, she has come a long way to being this jolly old woman who wouldn’t stop her daughter form doing what she wishes. We’ve had our times of fun, and it’d be sensible if I refrain myself from telling them here.
My father- the best example of a self-made man. The second best thing about him- he’s far too good looking for his age. He’s 5o plus but doesn’t look a day younger beyond 40! Sadly, however, I haven’t had my times of “great father daughter bonding”, and this I may attribute to the fact I myself never allowed him to dwell into my personal life. Yet, he’s a great guy- by far- the most honest, most disciplined, and most innocent man I know. He is so seedha, he doesn’t know how to strike a conversation with my friends! And then he ends up getting pally with them in the most hilarious manner while I continue wondering how im gonna make up for it later!
Enough, before it gets far too personal.
Im happy with the present. Im glad its happening. I wouldn’t wanna change it any bit, but for the better. Extremely thankful to God.
As for travelling within confined spaces with rotten gobs, I hope to find an alternative soon!
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