The marriage linked to my Alma Mater!

Every third post on my timeline reminds me of the truth that has recently become a nail in the coffin of the love of many a girl, especially of those at LSR, for Shahid Kapoor- that Shahid and Mira are soon going be held by the ties of holy matrimony.

Contrary to girls with popular reaction, I am not at all aggrieved by the news. I am happy. Very happy.

When the news was leaked initially, I was totally convinced that it was a hoax. That somebody had made it all up only to attract people to their web portal/site whatever. But the gradual rise in the confirmation posts on, again, my timeline and Mira's fb fanpage, convinced me otherwise. It took me a little time. But the news finally sunk in.

I have, obviously, not met Shahid. And not watched all of his movies. Ten years back, I liked watching 'Dil Maange More' for the only reason that Ayesha Takia played the role of a girl named Shagun. I loved when the named was called by any of the characters in the movie. That was my second Shahid movie after Ishq Vishq. But like many of us, I loved his performance in Jab We Met. Ever since, I have appreciated his acting skills like an ardent fan.  I have not met Mira either. Only watched few of her 'already-few-available' pictures online. And she seems wonderful. Both look great together.

The theme for this post is highly undecided. But somewhere, I feel, the soon to be held marriage is going to be significant because it is connected to my Alma Mater. How, you ask. Because Mira is from my college. You get it, right?
But after a little of that excitement, why am I so happy about the marriage of a girl from my college? No. It is not because the husband-to-be is the the glamorous Shahid. He is great! But the reasons for that particular sense of euphoria are beyond comprehension. Even for me. I have no clue. But every time I look up to the news, the same sense of mutual connection strikes me. I feel elated.

And then I realize that may be, it is because of college. I am reminded of the fun. I wish to go back. I wish I could relive those three years that Mira has just completed. May be, it is not about Shahid-Mira wedding at all. It is only about the desire to lend an ear to the news of a girl who is one amongst the many girls who have just finished being embraced by the magic of the three grand letters- just the way I had been, two years back.
And may be thats why, I am all the more eager for the marriage.

Shahid-Mira, Thank You!! A divine feeling of jubilationb fills me as I write about my school and college. For the fear of redundancy, I had almost escaped that on this blog. But you two made me revisit the avenue. Wish you both a very happy life!

YouTube Shyu-Tube Haye rabba!

What can compete with the IRCTC website in terms of generating immense irritation?

Well, the YouTube adverstisements! Especially those that come without a skip button.


Yes. You guessed it right. YouTube is a constant in my experiences of web-exploration. In fact, it is visible on one of the many tabs that have currently occupied the title bar of my browser.

This era of digital revolution has made access to information so easy. Online videos, Inspirational lectures are a few of the many sources of the miraculous access. You wish to listen to something and here you go! It is on your computer screen in seconds! And when the mood or inclination to finish a task amplifies, no power can disrupt it- Except that one ad.
The 30 second-long-ad seems like a 30-hour-long-one, thanks to the uninteresting content. I mean money and stuff- I can comprehend it but do these video owners not watch those videos on the web themselves? Or do they have any mechanism by which they skip the ads during their own watch duration?

That ad is the one that, which when commences to play, makes you re-think. Rethink if that mood still persists. Rethink if you would watch what you had wanted or skip to writing a blog post about your concern with the way these ads are becoming a source of income for those channels and of your irritation!

The age of digital modernisation places e-customer satisfaction amongst one of the components of, again, e-success. And it is during the first 30 seconds of those YouTube videos that this 'idea' of customer satisfaction faces an absolute paradox.

So, dear YT, Maggie is already unavailable. Please act mature!

Back after a long time...

After a series of unforgettable regrets, anticipatory problems and anxieties, I dare to write this post today.

For my fellow members at the center, its the beginning of a new semester. For me, its the end of a year. A very disastrous year I  must say, the story of which I will explain later. But I have to confess that this one year has taught me GRAVE DETAILS about life, of self-importance, family, self-pride and most importantly, politics.

Ever since my third year undergraduate study at LSR, JNU has been the postgraduate dream destination. In February 2013, I had visited the Convention Centre for a training. The Special Centre for Sanskrit Studies lies slightly opposite to the CC. Everyday, before departing from the Conference, I  would admiringly notice the Sign board that points towards my Sanskrit Centre. The very thought of the existence of the Centre gave me goosebumps. "Will I be able to make it to being here?", "How tough shall the Entrance be?", "I have to be here! A Sanskrit heaven it must be!" Months later, I realised, my Centre is as amazing as I had thought it would be. The JNU campus, too, is beautiful. Adjusting to this campus took time.

LSR is a great College. In three years, it brought ground breaking changes in me. Management, Leadership all were inculcated in me in those three years. When I got out, I realised that I did have those qualities that would enable me to become a good manager. In whichever field required. But the Realities were far from what was hoped.

JNU is indeed  good. But somewhere, there is something I have experienced entirely different and unique.
The people, their thinking- everything seems like a world-NEVER seen before. I have a friend from DU who is my current classmate and a very close friend. In the beginning, we used to discuss things that we learnt at our previous university. Those were good days back then.

My Centre and Sanskrit seem to be the only sources of relief at times, Teachers teach fabulously here. And that is one amongst the many reasons why I have still stuck to the place.

Well, life goes on. Which University I shall be going to for my M.Phil still remains a futuristic surprise. Till then, I hope I become regular in my posts from now on. I have MUCH to share!

When what you eschew happens...

In primary school, my teachers never failed to bring revision paper weeks before the Term exam. We were made to learn the same thing again and again. I was always burdened with the task of learning the most hated '2 ka table' in my second standard. Again,  I would memorize Vowels but come the new session and I would miss an I or U. My teacher would make the entire class learn it-- Revise it! I wanted to learn new things with new class. It was not before the sixth standard that new things actually became synonymous with new class. But the repetition of lessons never made sense to me. Years later, it does! 

Phew! DU Entrance happened today. And I feel relaxed- It is a temporary chhutti from the pressure of the mental rigmarole  "Oh my! I have to study!" and actually making sure that the 'Have to study; never transforms to 'Have Studied'.

The theme of this post is redundant. I have always complained about my irregularity and procrastination. And I believe I shall always be doing so. But today, in the process of the redundancy,  I have something good to elaborate.

Did you know that Acharya Valmiki's Ramayana is also known as Chaturvimshati-Saahasri-Samhita? 'चतुर्विंशतिसाहस्रीसंहिता'? Well, Yes! The term means 'composed of twenty four thousand verses!' Ramayana composed by Maharishi Valmiki has twenty four thousand verses- as many verses as there are aksharas in the Gayatri. Sadly, I should have remembered it few hours back.

The entrance question paper contained this question.  I got horribly confused between Ramayana and Mahabharata for the simplest reason that Mahabharata is known as 'ShataSahasriSamhita'- 'शतसाहस्रीसंहिता' i.e., 'the one with a hundred thousand or a lakh verses!'- Sounds similar, no?

It was an easy catch. I could have ticked the correct  answer. But I did not.
When the answer struck me, it was two hours past the moment I left the examination hall.
All in all, I am still filled with the guilt of having ticked a wrong answer when I actually knew it was wrong!

Anyway, it is done now. I can hardly do anything about it. But the one thing I could manage to learn today was why revision is indeed a human need.

I had learnt all the facts of the 'History of Laukik Samskrit Literature'. 
And till last year, I had remembered them well. But today, it was a mistake not having revised them!

We all know a lot may things. If a subject has been carved on our hearts, we well may not require re-learn it but lets face it not every subject is the one we could die for. And in each such case, Revision becomes a necessity. Consistency in revision is a must. There is some reason why after five long years of revised learning in the primary school, I remember the Alphabets so well now. Yes! Revision can do miracles. Not Rattafication but the real revision. It eventually untangles certain doubts too!

So, while I ponder over my stupidity, I take a quick break to realize that I must go and revise :)

PS: This post deals with the usual problem found with usual 'students'... usually. Others, please keep away!

Six yards of magic...

Okay! So, I am out of the Civils-not-my-cup-of-tea syndrome! Yeeah! Not talking the way I did previously! At least for a while.

As usual, I have no idea why I am writing today. I am this lost almost always. So, I really should not become an IAS officer. That really would harm the society...Okay oops oops! No IAS talks today.

I have a new feeling to share. Transition!
I never had even the slightest idea that I would study at a Women's College. Had always been in a Co-Ed school and so, boys were almost always the 'better-half ;)' of my education. And then, Under-graduation happened! As a girl, I have found myself to be one of the luckiest people to have been a part of MY college. Everything here is celebrated and enjoyed. You are loved for being yourself. And it was here only that I realised that despite the existence of many attractive and loved aspirations, being able to drape a Sari well is always a deeply-wished-dream come true!

There are different  emotions that are unique to each of the sexes. I do not know if having the first cigarette or getting a new car really excites guys but believe me! an Indian girl will always be the most pleased to wear a Sari!

Again, I cannot say it for all the girls yes, but for me, it is a subtle truth. The magic and strength of those six yards of a fabric of my choice can actually arouse the hysteria in me. I always look out for occasions that are even the least apt to sport a beautiful Sari on.
At times, I wonder if it really is the hysteria that inspires me or something else. And then once, I concluded that the rectangular fabric is not just any attire- for me, its an attire of transition
I feel the lady in me. Yes! When I drape a Sari, I feel the transition in me -- from a girl to a lady.
It makes me feel pretty ;) I realise that it is important to make one's own self feel pretty before one can expect the world to feel so about one.

So, this post stands dedicated to those multiple yards- to the magic...to the transition..

 ...ahem! I am a lady!