When you go missing… this is what happens

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A poet, wannabe singer and an excellent friend to all of us, ‘Varshita Mahajan’ will always be remembered for several firsts to her credit during her eventful 26(??) years. Her sentimental mood, bizarre persona and ability to woo men at will had earned her the sobriquet “Varshi”. Varshita died at the age of 26(??) in a freak accident when she suffered a massive heart-attack seeing that there were no more men in the world left to woo, survived by her wonderful memories and silky hair. Her jaded gobbledygook poetry will remain in our memories forever.

Let her soul allow GOD to live in peace. Amen

~Courtesy Shubhank~

Its strange

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I am amazed at how my going away from home has led mom to try her hand at computers, something which she never did even when her brother was settled abroad for most of his life.

Its cute to find her struggling with mails, inadvertently turning the caps on and still trying to understand the nuances of chatting.

Cant explain …

Dunno if I am more amused or happy :)

Ek lau is tarah kyon bujhi mere maula…

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Heroes of India

Dedicated to the many known and unknown faces who lost their lives in the last couple of days fighting against the strike of terror in Mumbai.

Gardishon mein rehti, behti guzarti
zindagiya hain kitni
In mein se ek hai, teri meri agni
Koi ek jaisi apni
Par khuda khair kar, Aisa anjaam kisi rooh ko Na de kabhi yahaan
Ghuncha muskurata ek, Waqt se pehle
Kyun chod chala tera yeh jahaan
Ek lau is tarah kyon bujhi mere maula
Ek lau zindagi ki maula

Dhoop ke ujaale se, Aus ke pyaale se
Khushiyaan mile humko
Zyada maanga hai kahaan, Sarhadein na ho jahan
Duniya mile humko
Par khuda khair kar, Uske armaan mein kyun bewajah ho koi qurbaan
Ghuncha muskurata ek, Waqt se pehle
Kyun chod chala tera ye jahan
Ek lau is tarah kyon bujhi mere maula
Ek lau zindagi ki maula

~~Ek lau is tarah – OST Aamir~~

Yeh tumhari meri baatein :Rock On

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Yeh tumhari meri baatein hamesha yuhi chalti rahein
Yeh humari mulakatein hamesha yuhi chalti rahein
beetey yuhi apne saare din raat
baaton se nikalti rahe nayi baat
phir wahi baatein le ke geet koi hum likhen
jo dil ko, haan sab ke dil ko choo le
baatein suro mein yuhi pighalti rahein
baatein geeton mein yuhi dhalti rahein

Geeton mein har gham ko khushiyon se hum saja de
jo sune kahe woh hum se gao na
yeh tumhari meri baatein hamesha yuhi chalti rahein
yeh humari mulakaatein hamesha yuhi chalti rahein
beetey yuhi apne saare din raat
baaton se nikalti rahe nayi baat
phir wahi baatein le ke geet koi hum likhe
jo dil ko, haan sabke dil ko choo le
baatein suro mein yuhi pighalti rahein
baatein geeton mein yuhi dhalti rahein

~ Dont download the music, buy the CD.

Good bye Teaching !

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Onboard flight – 9W2306, 7th June 2008.

I was never destined to be a teacher trainer. It happened by chance. A sweet twist of fate, an unwished destiny. In fact I feel I have hardly made choices in my life. Things have just happened and I chose to go with the flow.

The reason I did B.Com (H) – Vinnie did it and it seemed the obvious route for a commerce student
B.Ed – 2 months vacation and fewer working hours
M.Com- Something to study while I started with my first job, and a masters degree looked yumm
M.Ed – Next obvious degree.
M.Phil – To get promoted
and so on…

I ve never been like the kind of teachers that I had. I broke the mould from the very beginning, which often made the people around me feel that I wasn’t cut for the job. I mingled with my students. I refused to follow the trend of dictating notes. I treated them as adults and they too had the right to raise voice.

Getting to teach the most feared subject (Philosophy in Education) really helped me figure out a way to teach like the teachers I admired back in college and yet bring in the qualities I so wanted them to have aswell.

Initially it was a great pain. Required a lot of homework and preparation on my part. Gradually I made my way and drew analogies from movies to explain the content and broke the content in flowcharts to make it more comprehendible. End result- Students loved my class, the subject and I derived some strange thrill out of the whole ordeal.

There is nothing more satisfying than coming out of a class where your students feel a “Wow” on the way the concept was explained and you feel great that you’ve somehow made a difference to their lives.

Yesterday was my last day at work. And probably the last time I went in a class to train teachers to be. I used the same teaching aids that I had prepared when I was a teacher trainee. And now they finally rest in peace in the dustbin after their fruitful service of 5 years.

Can’t say about my students, but I feel truly delighted by this journey.

I dont know

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I feel claustrophobic out here. Life is running by…
I am yet to recover from the hangover of the pace of this city.
No matter how much I love to blog… i cant find myself doing it anymore.
There is nothing more I could possibly ask for in this life… yet I am not sure if there is anything more I would want.
What is it… I dunno.

Chor mumbai… slow mumbai

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I never really liked the city and my experiences in the past couple of days have only confirmed my belief.

I ventured out for the first time, all by myself to buy a reliance connection, only to be duped or rather misled by the representative into recharging for a scheme that made my primary scheme lapse. Total loss – more than 500 bucks.

And I am not even planning to discuss the pain of waiting for an hour even when I was the first customer in the damn queue. Call to hubby – “I hate mumbai”. It was after an hour long bickering and 22 hr wait that the scheme was revived, but I still lost 100 bucks.

My foray in the new city led me to go grocery shopping, my second best past time post sleeping. Godrej’s Nature Fresh is just around the corner, and the name and excess hours at hand lured me into the store. I assure you I had nothing to do with it. Awesome brands, a few that I know of and a lot that I had never heard of. A few fruits and vegetables and my bill was close to a thousand bucks. Boy ! Did I do some grocery shopping!!

I assumed it normal going by my past experience at Hypercity which scares me to death each time I try and recall it. No, Dont even bother to ask, cos I aint sharing. Its too expensive for me to share.

Anyways back to godrej, after paying the hefty vegetable bill, I for once thought of checking it. I am not sure what conspired that, since Varshita for one is not known to behave in such an erratic manner. I learnt how extravagantly costly the babycorns were… just abt 300 bucks for 100 gms. Ouch !! The last time I checked I was still in India.

I blamed myself since I wasnt wearing my contacts, but my delhi genes werent quite ready to stay quiet and muttered to the cashier how cheap the babycorns were in Our DELHI. And was I in for a surprise. The pack read 30 bucks while I was charged 300 bucks for that pack of babycorn.

Another frantic call to my dear hubby. Subject and content of the call – “I HATE MUMBAI. PERIOD”.

Into the wild…

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Its been a while since I wrote anything. A lot has happened in the past couple of days. Life has changed tremendously.

Last month this time I was anxious about the uncertain future. Today, I have a somewhat certain future. Got engaged this month and am scheduled to wed the next. Strange are the ways of life. Earlier the clock was ticking. Now I feel its running, not that I am complaining.

The experience of the euphoric feeling for the past couple of days was so exhilarating that today seems quite alien to me. Today I am back to my introspection mode…

I often feel that there is more to me than what people see. I also feel that there is more to me than what I am aware of. The days I am blank are bliss. The days where I dont even get the time to sit and think how the day went by. The days when life just passes by… with the emotion overpowering me.

I just saw “Into the wild”, that pretty much explains the mood I am in right now. I feel there is a side of me that totally relates to Chris. A side of me that questions this world, its existence, the reason behind it and the sheer possibility of it being capable of being explained. These are the times I am quiet. These are the times when silence seems beautiful. These are the times when only thoughts exist. These are the times when I simply float in them. These are the times when I dont reach out for the phone to call…

The fragility of crystal is not its weakness, but its character.

Ok…

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I had so many posts lying in my drafts, which were getting just way too much. So I decided it was cleanup time !

It was time I got rid of them. Deleted a few and published a few. I feel so good looking at the neater write post page with just 2 drafts left.

yey !!