2011: A review

What happened in the past year? Let's see... *pushes her glasses up her nose* ...
1. Lousy start of year. Bad campusing, weird companies, demoralized 4th year students. Troublesome time for all of us. Preparations were in full swing for aptitude.
2. Got through in Syntel pool campus. Could not clear the group discussion of all things. Got to know of my shortcomings. Cried too. It taught me that life is neither fair nor neat and orderly. You just got to make it so.
3. Got through in Tech Mahindra on 26th January. Republic Day had never been sweeter for us! But was upset about Surajit not bagging it.
4. Had better luck than last year in wearing a saree on Saraswati puja. Did not look too weird, did not mess up while having khichdi in college, and had a good time.
5. One of my close friends at college started behaving in a weird way. But that was just a phase (though it lasted quite a while). It passed.
6. Got to know about a person called Nick Vujicic. He doesn't have arms and legs. But he is happy and goes around on his own. He made me feel grateful for the way I am.
7. Kuntal's birthday treat at a restaurant near Lord's to me, Solanki, Shreya, Surajit. Surajit, the mixing specialist, and Kuntal, the accomplice, executed weird plans which we three girls will never forget in the near future!
8. Surajit got through in Foradian technologies. Finally, everybody among my close friends at college were placed.
9. Got letter of intent. Another phase of madness and confusion arose as to what to do and when. Plus, some of us apparently had not got the LOI. Even more confusion.
10. Got to see St. Paul's Cathedral for the first time. Lovely place. Will never forget it.
11. Tech Mahindra tea party came up.
12. I had the most memorable birthday ever! Shubhangini, Solanki, Monalisa, Surajit and Kuntal came over to my home and we had an amazing day. Gift from friends? An amazing, amazing, amazing tee-shirt which was so thoughtfully and meticulously hand painted by all five of them plus a huge hand-painted picture of us four (Solanki, me, Shubhangini and Monalisa) by Solanki with messages at the back. Gift from parents? The cellphone I had been wishing for.
13. Ugly breakup of one of my friends. I went cold with rage and hatred. I still wish I could have done more for her to heal.
14. Program for Final Year Project for college worked! We went on with the report for it.
15. Last day of college with a lot of chocolates, laughter, photo sessions, writing on college uniforms by friends. I still have the shirt in my wardrobe.
16. Farewell in college. Wore saree for that one too. Again, thankfully, did not look too hideous! Got the see the crazy side of Shreya too.
17. Got joining letter. But the happiness was not complete and short-lived. Solanki had her DOJ postponed. Harrowing time for her.
18. Got more confident about myself and developed more self respect. Became very outspoken about sexual harassment and violence against women when I became aware of many incidents and experiences through the facebook page of Shoot At Sight (an anti-harassment group).
19. Pre-employment medical checkup. Met Zaved and Sadananda for the first time who would later on become my co-workers at office. Though did not have a very pleasant experience at the time!
20. Joined the IT workforce! Got to know how harrowing it is to travel to and from work. Learned more about dealing with situations. Got an amazing batch and great batchmates who helped each other achieve and did not work against each other behind their backs. It is very rare to get that.
21. Got to know the feeling of getting THE first salary. Finally I could buy stuff for my parents and brother and surprise them.
22. Got fooled by Solanki and company in the worst way possible. Practical joke! I'm never gonna believe that Pritha is a harmless girl again!
23. Got put off by facebook due to smart lists for a while and deactivated my account for a month! But lately this timeline thing has been interesting.
24. Bought my first hairdrier. Makes life easier in winter!
25. Met Surajit after a long time. Made me happy to see him as an independent and more mature person though he still has his weird laughter!
26. Took a step towards realizing my future plans. Also, understood how hard it might get and that I might have to stick my neck out. I'm going to try my best in being more responsible.
Wonder what 2012 will bring ...

He he ... ROFL! :D

As far as presentations go, I guess this one has been one of the funniest. :D Okay, so here's the story. We were supposed to form groups of four and give a presentation about any one topic related to Enterprise Java Beans. In fact, right now another presentation is going on and we are secretly trying to take pics of Avishek and Debajit (who look very funny together standing in a corner since they are wearing similar shirts, tags and expressions). :P Ahh... Theirs was declared the best PPS just now. Anyway, a lot of things happened during our turn. First of all, we did not know what to talk about and that was freaking us out, since the two groups before us has spoken at length about their topics. Zaved said he would simply read out stuff written in the slides, Kuntal suggested "If you can't convince them, confuse them" (wahao *sarcastic*) and Soumalya was busy deleting the last slide which said "Any questions?" (threatening enough to us). Me? I was nervous about being nervous. :-/ Soumalya was the one who was the first to speak. What he did in addition to that was--- a) get nervous and b) mispronounce my surname as "Koyla" (I wanted to kick him). Jeez! Then, Zaved did read out the slides, and read them fast. Then me. I, thankfully, didn't get that nervous and finished my part. The last presentation is on right now and I dunno why but all the three members seem to be concentrating on controlling their laughter. :D
God knows what all madness we will do in the remaining few days... ;)

Arrgghh!

Well... Boring day I tell you. Rather, lame.
First of all, pathetic exam. We all realized (at least I did) that we spent too much time on XML than the more important stuff like JSP. Probably, it was because of the fact that the XML stuff was relatively new to us and we wanted to pay more attention to it. Then we realized that we will have the second exam after puja and not before it. This news came half an hour too late. Had we known earlier we could have practiced today as well. Talk about insult upon injury. Hmph!

Wow. Presentation tomorrow. Jeez! -___-'' That's exactly what we need right now. Plus, this place is driving me nuts. Training. Pooh! The only thing that's keeping me sane is the पराठा-सब्जी at the single-good-enough-corner-shop. I wonder when this will end. >.<

I'll post again if I'm sane enough to write. Adios!

Tired of E X A M S !

Exams, exams and more ... exams! :'( Has anybody died of exam-overload? I might just be the first person to suffer that fate. Jokes apart, I have gotten sick of PL/SQL. Its really THE thing when it comes to DBMS and all but why didn't the language developers bother being a bit more relevant about errors! The errors and exceptions have seriously made my life difficult. :'(
Two hours of return journey doesn't leave much space for programming practice and revision. So basically I don't have any idea how am I supposed to code with my head straight tomorrow. About time I start having the saag they recommend for a better memory (Brahmi saag I guess) before I start asking questions like those in purana Orient PSPO ads. Only, I'll probably ask "Ye PL/SQL kya hota hai?"

Busy Life

It's been ages since I last posted. I guess this is what happens when people get a new job. All I can say is: Phew! ^__^'' The only thing I can be thankful about is that I am not in Infosys. I have heard their training is tougher than ours. I leave home at 7.15 AM and get back at 9 PM on an average day. Mostly its the fault of the lousy Kolkata traffic scenario since the same bus following the same route takes 45 minutes in the morning compared to 2 hours in the evening, or more. That's the reason I like taking the buses earlier than 8:30 AM.
On top of all this, last night Facebook annoyed the hell out of me (though nowadays I don't get to see much of it except for an hour at night and on weekends). I don't understand why would people take something simple and twist it into something so annoyingly complicated all in the name of a new interface? Those damned smart lists! Arrgghh! I couldn't delete them, neither could I disable/hide them and while checking which friend is included in which list in "Edit Friends" section they keep coming at the top so that I have to scroll down every time I want to see my own custom lists! >.< Hmph! At least G+ allows me to delete their preset circles. And people are not already added to the preset circles without me doing it explicitly.
The smart-list-mayhem ended with me deactivating my account on Facebook and taking to G+. And checking my blog again. And thinking I should be making more effort to write about things. It's so easy to make me feel guilty, jeez! I have sat on the general seats in the public buses only twice (in I think the last 5 years) even when the ladies seats were empty and both times have felt like disappearing from everyone's sight. Wish every bus was like the WBSTC ones so that I could sit with my friends. *sighs* But then, that isn't a very good option (we all know why). And right now after finding a guy on my followers' list in Blogger I suddenly realized how much I'll miss Shoot At Sight. Probably we should start one on Google Groups. Let's see. ^__^ Adios till the next time I write!

Futile Wait

Waiting with my anxious eyes,

Tapping fingers, patient sighs,

Hoping you will be back home,

Not wanting to sleep alone.

But sometimes I just wait in vain,

In the end it causes pain,

Giving up, I go indoors,

As the rain endlessly pours...

Cellphone

[Wrote this a long time back. But when I finally remembered about its existence, I thought, why not post it? Even though its probably lousy :P hehe...]

“Sunai nahin deta hai kya?”

Kriti turned. Someone was calling her. She saw two people coming towards her- her friends Gauri and Siddharth. Gauri had called out to her.

“Behri hai kya yaar?” she asked as she reached closer.

“Matlab?” Kriti snapped.

“Matlab yeh,” Siddharth spoke up, “ki Gauri gala phaad phaad ke chilla rahi thi par tujhe sunai hi nahi diya!”

“Kuch soch rahi hun,” Kriti said, almost to herself.

“Tune sochna kab se start kiya?” Gauri giggled. “Aj-kal sab kuch ulta ho raha hai.”

“Chup reh, nikammi!” Kriti snapped at her again.

“Shanti! Shanti!” Siddharth spoke up quickly as Gauri opened her mouth to retort back. “Baat kya hai ye toh bata.”

“Mera English homework baaki reh gaya hai!” Kriti almost yelled in despair.

“Kaun sa?” Gauri asked, thinking. “Wahi jo maha third class essay ma’am ne bola tha likhne ko?”

“Haan ... wahi,” Kriti muttered. “Third class ho ya first class, likhna toh tha na.”

“Maine toh likha hai,” Gauri told her. “Copy karna hai toh kar sakti hai.”

“Naah,” Kriti shook her head. “English hai, yaar... Dutta ma’am toh poora padhti hain.”

“Toh mujhse copy kar le,” Siddharth offered.

“Ullu,” Kriti said impatiently, “copy tujhse karun ya Gauri se, ma’am ko toh pata chalne waala hai, na?”

“Arre unko yaad nahi rahega,” Siddharth waved his hand casually.

“Haan, tu unki yaddasht jo gumane wala hai,” Kriti rolled her eyes in exasperation. Gauri giggled.

“Dekh,” Siddharth began matter-of-factly, “teri class mein kitne students hain?”

“Almost 40,” Gauri replied.

“Meri class mein bhi approx 40 students hain,” he explained. “Ab ma’am ko kya yaad rahega ki 40-40 students ke do alag-alag sections mein kin do students ka essay same hai?”

“Shayad nahi...” Kriti said thoughtfully, after a pause. “Theek hai, apni copy de. Lunch time wapas kar doongi.”

Siddharth, after much messing around in his bag, extracted his English notebook and handed it to her. Then he said, “Jaldi likh le. Main chala class.”

“Itni bhi kya jaldi hai?” Gauri asked him.

“Arre woh saamne Ankit ja raha hai,” Siddharth muttered. “Abhi dekh liya toh mazak udayega.”

“Kya kahega?” Kriti asked, curious, pausing in the act of flipping through his notebook.

“Woh aur uski baatein...” Siddharth trailed off. “Chhor na! Main chala. Tu kaam khatam kar.” Saying this, he rushed off, leaving the two girls confused.

“Isski baatein toh meri samajh mein nahi aati,” Gauri shrugged. “Chal, prayer se pehle jitna likh sakti hai likh le.”

They stepped inside the classroom; only one person was there- Rishi Sinha, the class monitor.

“Hi, man-eater!” both girls said in chorus. Rishi just smiled. He was used to being called ‘man-eater’, ‘dictator’, ‘Hitler’ and God-knew-what-else by every other person in the class.

“Aaj itni jaldi?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Mere peechhe ek saand daud raha tha school aate time isliye,” Kriti spoke in a mock-apologetic tone, settling down in her seat to copy the essay. “Koi nahi, prayer mein late jaungi.”

“Kyun?”

“English homework baki hai,” Gauri made a face at Kriti, then laughed.

“Hmm... Thik hai,” he nodded. “Bass Pandey sir se daant padi toh mujhe mat phansana.”

“Haan, haan-” Kriti broke off at the sound.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

The three of them stared at each other, bewildered. Then Rishi asked, “Ye kya tha?”

“Pata nahi...” Kriti whispered.

“Awaaz shayad tere bag se aayi,” Gauri spoke warily. Even Rishi was staring at Kriti’s bag.

“Kya hai dekho,” he urged. Kriti opened her bag slowly, only one thought coming to her mind at the characteristic sound, looked inside and what she found confirmed her suspicions.

Her dad’s cellphone!

“Hey bhagwaan!” she threw up her arms, freaked out.

“Ye mat kehna cellphone hai,” Gauri said in a small voice. Kriti nodded and squeaked, “Papa ka.”

“Hey bhagwaan!” Rishi echoed her. “Silent kar do, chhupa do, jala do, phenk do, mitti mein gaad do, kuch karo warna pakdi jaogi! School mein cellphone mana hai!”

“Mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha school-rules ke baare mein,” Gauri muttered sarcastically.

“Main silent kar doongi,” Kriti said. “Par kisi ne bag se uda liya toh? Aur mere paas toh pocket bhi nahi hai.” She looked at Gauri and both of them looked at Rishi.

“Kya?” he asked suspiciously.

“Tum rakh lo,” Gauri said, as if ordering him.

“Heh?” he almost yelled at her. “Main? Rakh lun? Woh bhi isske dad ka cellphone? Mujhse nahin hoga!” He shook his head violently.

Kriti knew there was no way man-eater was going to help her out in this. She clutched the cellphone in her hand, concealing it as well as she could, and strode out of the classroom, almost crashing into Dinesh who was entering.

She quietly entered the adjacent classroom. Only four people were there- Ankit, Siddharth, Ranjita and Saanjh. Siddharth was deep in conversation with Saanjh. Kriti got a little annoyed at that, seeing the bimbo-ish smile Saanjh was giving Siddharth. “Khokhli khopdi!” she thought irritably.

“Oye, Sid!” she called out.

He turned and was really surprised to find her there. But he immediately got off the bench he was sitting on and walked up to her.

“Kya hua?” he asked.

“Tujhse baat karni hai,” she said in a low voice. “Basketball court tak chalega?” Ankit sniggered; clearly he had heard her. She gave him a nasty look which had him sobering up.

“Uhh... Haan, chal,” Siddharth agreed, shrugging.

“Tera dimag toh thik hai?!” Siddharth said, goggling at her five minutes later on the deserted basketball court. “Tu apne papa ka cellphone le aayi?!”

“Main nahin laayi, yaar!” Kriti said for the third time. “Pata nahin kaise mere bag mein aa gaya!”

Siddharth gazed at the phone in her hand, lost in thought. “Silent kiya hai?” he asked. She nodded.

“Hmm...” he went on. “Saara din chhupa ke rakhna padega.”

“Pata hai,” Kriti said impatiently. “Par bag mein rakha toh chori ho sakta hai aur mere paas pocket nahin hai.” She paused a bit, looked up at him. “Tu rakh sakta hai?”

“Kyun?!” he yelped, and reminded her of Rishi. “Bag mein nahin rakh sakti?”

“Chori ho sakta hai,” she repeated dully.

Siddharth had his eyes narrowed for a moment, looking at the phone. Then he let out a breath.

“Theek hai,” he agreed reluctantly. “De rakh leta hun.”

Relieved, just as she was about to give him the phone, he whispered in a panicked voice, “Arre baap re! Jaldi chhupa! Games sir aa rahe hain!”

“Aap donon yahan kya kar rahe hain?” the bulky, hard-to-believe-you-are-into-physical-activity teacher for PET and Games Mr. Singh asked just as Kriti turned to face him, the phone concealed behind her.

“Um... Kuch nahin, sir,” Siddharth fumbled. “Aise hi baat kar rahe they.”

“Kya baat kar rahe they itni subah-subah, akele-akele, basketball court pe?” Mr. Singh persisted, frowning suspiciously.

“Hum donon Laila-Majnu lagte hain kya?” Kriti muttered, so that only Siddharth could hear her. He cleared his throat loudly. The teacher focussed on her, peering down hard.

“Aapne kuch kaha kya?” he asked.

“Actually, sir,” she began in an apologetic and convincing voice, “maine English homework poora nahi kiya hai. Siddharth se utaarne ke liye usski copy li thi par shayad ma’am ko pata chal jayega. Usi baare mein discuss kar rahe they.”

“Hmm...” Mr. Singh responded, still a little suspicious. “Abhi jaiyye class mein. Donon.” He nodded at both of them.

“Yes, sir!” both of them said in unison, backing away from him, concealing the cellphone. They went round him, walked backwards for a bit, and then rushed off.

Halfway to their classrooms, Kriti shoved the gadget into Siddharth’s hand.

“Pocket mein rakh le,” she gasped. “Chhutti time de dena.” He nodded and slipped it into the right pocket of his trousers.

They reached the corridor of secondary classes, near their classrooms, when they heard Ankit’s voice. “Arre! Cellphone!”

“Heh?” Kriti and Siddharth both said together, as they turned to stare at Ankit who was wiggling his eyebrows.

“Cellphone?” Siddharth asked innocently. “Kaisa cellphone?”

“Bhole mat bano,” Ankit smirked at him. “Nokia ka ribbon pocket se latak raha hai aur tujhe acting ki padi hai.”

Siddharth looked down. Indeed, the ribbon with the Nokia logo was dangling from his pocket. He shoved it inside and repeated, “Kaisa cellphone?”

Ankit raised an eyebrow, getting the hint. “Theek hai, kisi ko nahi bataunga,” he said in a bored voice. “Hai kiska?”

“Kriti ka,” Siddharth replied. Then he corrected quickly, “Kriti ke papa ka.”

“Tum apne papa ka cellphone le aayi?” Ankit asked her, surprised.

“Main nahi layi...” Kriti groaned, tired of the line. “Pata nahin kaise bag mein aa gaya.”

“Hmm...” Ankit scratched the back of his head, confused. The bell rang shrilly from the main part of the school building. Students started making their way to the assembly ground.

“Chalo, prayer hone ko hai,” Siddharth shrugged and led the way. Kriti followed him quietly.

***

“Iss musibat ko tu wapas le,” Siddharth said, pushing the cellphone into Kriti’s hand.

Classes had just got over and people were leaving. Kriti, Gauri, Siddharth and Ankit were at the school cycle stand.

“Bahut jhamela hua na?” Kriti asked in a small voice, feeling guilty.

“Mat poochh!” Siddharth scowled, his hands deep into his pockets. “Vibrate karte time lagta hai maano mere saath-saath bench ko bhi hila ke rakh dega!”

“Kahin class mein uchhalne toh nahin laga na?” Gauri laughed, imagining the situation. Ankit was very quiet the whole time.

“Lunch ke time switch off kar diya,” Siddharth sulked.

“Kriti, zara phone dikhana,” Ankit spoke suddenly. Kriti gave it to him and quietly slipped it into his own pocket. He looked up to find the other three staring at him.

“Oh, main toh batana bhool hi gaya,” he began casually, walking up to his bicycle and unlocking it. “Yeh toh” –he got it out of the row of bicycles –“mera hi naya cellphone hai” – he made his way out of the cycle stand –“Kriti ke papa ke cellphone jaisa, same model” – he swung his leg over it –“aaj aise hi laaya tha, mann kiya kisi ko pareshan karun, toh subah-subah Kriti ke bag mein daal diya. Samjhe?” Saying this, he dashed off leaving the other three with their jaws hanging open. Siddharth seemed to process whatever Ankit said, for five full seconds in stunned silence. Then he got his bicycle out of the stand, swung a leg over it, let out a snarl, “Teri toh!” and took off after Ankit.

“Tujhe pakka yakeen hai woh tere dad ka cellphone nahi hai?” Gauri asked after a moment when she found her voice. She looked doubtfully at Kriti.

“Haan...” Kriti answered casually, shrugging. “Duniya mein ek hi Nokia ka waisa phone hai kya? Aur mere dad ka phone mere bag mein aayega bhi toh kaise?”

“Hmm...” Gauri said, paused for a moment. Then she asked again, “Mera matlab tha tu Ankit ko peetne ke liye usske peeche kyun nahi gayi?”

Kriti laughed and said, “Bhaand mein jaaye Ankit! Mujhe toh ghar pe daant padne ki fikar ho rahi thi! Mujrim ki pitayi kabhi aur kar doongi.” She winked at her friend and went to get her bicycle out.

Yesterday and Today

Its just that a few things happened. Not just these two days but they
are like the most prominent among them. Firstly, received the Letter
Of Intent from Tech Mahindra yesterday... That was nice. :) Though,
something went wrong in that. Few of us haven't got it in spite of
being selected due to some problem. Last heard, the company has
assured us that everything's going to be fine. Secondly, I managed to
make my Steganography program work (Solanki beat me to it, she did it
day before yesterday) and realized I can be really, really blind and
forget to use the malloc() function. And Shubhangini cracked k-means
algorithm in a day at first attempt (at 6 AM, so she couldn't call us
up and brag about it... Bless her!). Thirdly, today I met Asmita and
apparently this will be her last visit to Kolkata... Her dad is
getting transferred. Again. :( We met up, as usual, at South City
(most convenient for both of us). And I decided I'm never going to
have KFC burgers again... For some weird reason, they make me queasy,
irrespective of being veg or non-veg. It's probably 'cause of the sour
cheese. *shrugs* Anyway, right now all I want is the semester exams to
get postponed (somebody sent a "horror" joke saying it's from 2nd
April... NOT funny!) and finish my project work and manage to read at
least one line of the Matrix books I purchased after much effort (Did
I mention I have become lazier?) and hope against hope that my GATE
score ain't too terrible (I managed not to doze off during the exam
itself) ... AND most importantly, I want Japan to get back to normal.
They have had enough, really. *crosses fingers* Till the next time I
post... Adios!

Here Goes Nothing... :-|

Just testing the option of posting via email...

I Won't Miss You

[For a friend of mine... Just hope it helps... ]

I know I'm being stupid, wanting to hold on,

When all you did was drop me, walk away, be gone.

I know I'm being weak, crying, at nights,

When you simply left me, no arguments, no fights.

Why should I care, for you, at all?

When you felt nothing, just watched me fall.

I see I didn't matter, all this time,

It's me who's hurting, and you're just fine.

Understood all the reasons, the logic, you had,

Then why does it hurt, so hard, so bad?

My head tells me you have to be strong, move on,

But my heart, it weeps, at every damn song.

You think you’ll have this hold over me, this grip,

Caging my heart in, slowly letting it rip?

Then let me tell you, you're mistaken, you're wrong,

Time will heal slowly, I'll be free before long.

I gave you the power to have me, or break me at a whim,

Thinking, he won't hurt me, desert me, not him.

So I'll take it all back, start my life anew,

And finally, when I'm stronger, I won't miss you.

Whew! Aal Izz Well... That ENDS Well!

Finally I got something big to type a post about. Yes, yes... I finally landed a job (and not in a soup)! The weirdest part is, till last Saturday I had no inkling that I will get a job by Wednesday. :D Funny, eh?

On Saturday, people suddenly started talking about Tech Mahindra campus drive on Monday. That was like oh my gosh, how am I gonna get time for that?! Bigger issue was me and some of my friends were to go for Syntel pool campusing at Heritage Institute of Technology, that also on Sunday and Monday! We had decided that if Tech Mahindra comes on Monday we are going to ditch Syntel. :| Hence, off we went to Heritage and hell lot of other stuff happened. Mostly it was bad for me. I got ousted in GD. In GD! Of all things! Christ! x-( I was mad at myself! I was in a lousy mood till I saw Solanki again. :(

When I got home, all I had on my mind was Tech Mahindra. By then the news was confirmed that its coming for a campus drive the next day. And its online test is humongous! Its 70 aptitude questions in 40 minutes and 100 English questions in another 40 minutes (though English can be finished in much less than that, still it doesn't help 'cause there's no carrying forward of time)! I was freaked. Totally. :'(

Anyway, I gathered my guts and went headlong into the preparation with whatever time I had. Practiced online test from a site and studied my subjects a little. Finally, Monday arrived. What I was afraid of didn't happen (I got through online test) but something else did. Had a little fiasco when my computer suddenly went poof! But I could give the test after that when it restarted. :) One hurdle crossed. After that, technical interview. On the same day... :| *sighs* Didn't want to look at the books. They made me nervous. Plus I was ill. Imagine my state ...the interviewer (nice fellow) asked me my last semester subjects and my mind went blank. Couldn't tell him more than two! :'( But I somehow didn't freak out then and there and I guess that got me through (answered the rest of the questions properly)... Phew!

Last hurdle... HR. That was a lot easier. Firstly, it was about myself. Secondly, I had already faced one interview so I was not that nervous. I guess my performance was pretty assertive. :) But we all went into panic mode when we got to hear that they are gonna screen people after HR. They didn't give us the results on Tuesday night. We waited, and waited, and waited till around 3 pm today... I couldn't take it anymore. I was just getting ready to leave for college when a friend called me up and told me "You are in!" I couldn't rest easy till I had verified it from 2 other people... and then I went Yay! :D

And the best part? All four of us (me, Sola, Shubha and Mona) bagged it! :D Last but not the least, the real credit goes to my parents who made me what I really am today... I wouldn't have got through otherwise... Love them! :)

Till the next time I write... See you all! :D

What If ... ?

Weird situation.

I guess that's why people tend to get caught up with what-ifs. Just one tiny choice can make a big difference later on. Though I don't think its good idea to get too wrapped up in that. I wouldn't want to forget reality and keep my imagination loop running. Because lets face it. If you are in a difficult situation, just thinking about it won't get you anywhere. Acting according to the circumstances might.

I might just try and act. That's the best I can do.

You

Whenever my hand is held in yours,

I feel so good, so safe, so warm,

Whenever your eyes are locked on mine,

They make me feel so sure, they charm.

Whenever you talk of things you feel,

The words make me smile, reach for you,

In every little thing you do for me,

I see your love, so deep and true.

The little mistakes that you make at times,

When you apologize for them, I see,

More than your sweet voice, my love,

Your eyes tell my heart... "Sorry"...

You came into my life when I

Was shattered, beyond myself with pain,

You made me believe in love once more,

Gave me a reason to smile again.

2011 Arrived Before Me

Well, I know I should have been regular on my blog and all but like everybody else (bothered enough) in college I'm busy with final year stuff. And more importantly I couldn't come up with something substantial enough to post. No sketches, no poems, nothing... *sighs* A huge problem is looming over our heads and a solution is not in sight yet. Great start to 2011. Hey, don't think I'm going into depression. It's just that this situation is bad. Other than that I guess life is pretty good. :) I mean, I have had a great 2010 and look forward to a better 2011. And yeah, I'm wondering what will be my GPA this time ... :| I don't want it to decrease! *bites nails*

Anyway, to make things better, I need to study. And to study, I should be cutting this post short. So, adios till next time... And a Happy New Year 2011 to all... :)