match point.

i think i have sent the budget 7 times. and counting actually. if i see ms excel any more i will cry. ill admit maths does not get me high, but the point is i can follow instructions. these instructions dont come in time. we send the budget. then it gets 'edited'( read reduced) and sent back. then i edit and send it. so on and so forth. its like a twisted version of a tennis match. sigh. today i sent it the 8th time. and then the internet connection died so i dont know if it has been edited.

organised chaos.

on saturday there was an event in spencers to promote my lovely college. im not going to say it was the most organised event. neither am i going to say it was brilliant. it was quite ordinary. the studetns had to make a marble painting on a vinyl base and display it. it was a 60 foot greeting card that the students painted on and it was diaplyed from the 2nd floor of spencers. it was also done to celebrate 60 years of our louvely independence. you would have probably seen the picture in the newspaper. if not then sunday hindu 2 nd page main paper :P like said before it wasnt the most organised event. but it was def the most fun. everyone went mad with the paint. and at the end of the whole evetn everyone was plastered with the paint. which incidentally was saffron, and green. there wasnt too much to take care off. and we had a blast. pictures will be duly uploaded. the awesome bit was that everyone pitched in at the end to complete the greeting card. and everyone did their part and then some more. and no one complained. kudos to all my 'students' :)

bollywood/hollywood.

i read an article in 'The Hindu' yesterday about how 'Bollywood' with its unrealistic hype and lack of content has pushed regional cinema t the periphery. the movies that deserve recognition and praise are not even heard of. indian film festivals are a joke and waste fo time and space. not to mention money. celebrities in bollywood seem to have a problem with the title of the hindi film industry being called so. why they have a problem is beyond me. because most of bollywood scripts are "inspired" from hollywood. stunts, and music blatantly plagiarised. when there is such a dearth of originality why would they have a problem? bollywood wants to go global. apparently box office success isnt enough. now they want to appeal to the masses who can think as well. the few films that are original are labelled 'art films' and donot have a market. either in terms of marketing or distribution. but quite surprisingly there is an audience.

bollywood should start thinking out of the box. and realise the star isnt the king, the customer is. and the customer is educatde. so stop feeding us rehashed drivel. then maybe they could take offense to the term bollywood.

in the end.

irrespective of how bad things were. irrespective of how bad things are. at the end you tend to remember the good times. the laughter over the sadness and the joy over the pain.

philosophy at its besht.

"Dont bite the hand that feeds. But, do so if it prevents you from feeding yourself."

i cant remember who said this but well that man is bluddy brilliant i say. mother and father beg to differ. esp since i have quoting him non stop for the past two days. :P

words of wisdom

i adore conversations with father. the one we had on sunday was nothing short of hilarious. parents had gone to pondicherry on saturday and father messaged asking what i wanted from there. i replied bacardi breezer lime flavour. on sunday when they got back

father: 'dont let me catch you with a drink'.
me: i wont let u catch me with one. dont worry.
father: archana. (this is his serious tone now) i dont want you to drink the breezer.
me: i wont drink your breezer. tho, point to be noted, i am 22 i make my own money now. you think i cant buy my own drink?
father: i dont want you to drink.
me: i am 22. i make my own money now. you think i cant buy my own drink?

father left after that.

p.s: i dont drink. i dont see the point in it. im quite content dancing or worse comes to worse socialising. but father needs to learn its a free world. and he isnt the king.

overdose.

yesterday night was dublin's 5th anniversary celebrations. not that i give a shit either way, but Dj Aqueel was brought in specially from bombay to entertain us. as far as i saw it.. the music should have been a mix of desi(read overdose of bollywood) and hip hop. hence i even thought of going. but it wasnt quite what i expected. the dj didnt start playing till some 12 in the damn night. and when he did he talked and talked. and talked. he talked between tracks. he paused the mixing to talk. like what the facck man? of course to add to the misery he played the same bollywood numbers like a zillion times. and he made all the hip hop numbers(the songs i love) into ultra sad bollywood bhangra songs. and towards the end say about 2, we ended up listening to an overdose of crappy house music. and the price for 'enjoying' crap music and 'being entertained' men who cant dance two grand. sighhh im quite broke now as well.

and considering i slept at 3 and had to get up at 7 for work im quite awake.. thought i would have died off on the desk by now..

just another manic sunday.

it was just a regular sunday. father as usual went to the factory. i got up late. and the day was going on fine. because of hardcore partying on saturday i slept of around 4 in the evning. something i never do. at about five mother is screaming outside my room. and creating a ruckus. even uptill this point there is nothing wrong. except i open the door and she is hysterical.

father was coming back from the factory and there was a huge crowd and police gathered at the bridge overlooking the adyar river. so he asked what happened, a guy was rowing on the adyar river(for those who are wondering what river it is our lovely cooum) and the boat capsized and the the guy never surfaced. the question was who the guy was. father called home and asked where my brother was. brother dearest goes rowing every evening on the same river. mother answered boat club. but mum being mum was immediately suspicious. she asked a zillion questions and harassed father enough for him to tell her about the guy who's boat had capsized. mother immediatey started calling and no one was picking up the phone. which is why she started banging on my door. so the calls went back and forth untill father finally called saying that brother was in the gym. and everything was a-ok.

they searched for the body the whole of yesterday. the search was called off at 11 in the night. and resumed today again at 7. the guy who had drowned yesterday at 5, his body was found today evening at 4. he is 25 years old, and had come to practice for a Merchants N Bankers regatta.

i guess you never realise how much something/someone means to you, until it is taken away from you. its quite amazing how much i take everything and everyone in my life for granted.

soak up the sun.

i never realised how much i enjoy the sun and sunshine and the like. aside from the fact that i love beaches and love the outdoors/nature and all. but, staying cooped up in an air conditioned office from 8 till 4.30 made me realise how much i loooouve the warmth. not to say that the ac temperature thingy is too low.. but still. so during lunch break i go for a walk. yes at 2 in the afternoon i go for a walk. there are a lot of trees in this area.. and it is relatively shady. so i walk. and yesterday i found out that my friend is equally bored, plus she stays close by. so during lunch break i walked to her place and drank nimbu pani then walked back. and she said i can come over every lunch break. so yay! i guess i can add sunshine (24/7, 365 days of the year;) to the reason why i lowe madras.

jolted.

k im going to amuse one and all with a story from my mangalore trip. we had gone to this beach in surathkal. the beauty if the beach lies in its seclusion. even on a sunday there are no more than 5 people on the damn beach. (pics have been duly uploaded http://fotoframez.blogspot.com/ here). and i love this place. like said its beautiful by itself.. and when the monsoon comes the place is gorgeous. for those wondering where surathkal is, it is half an hour drive from mangalore. and the beach is situated on the left hand side of the national highway. on the right is the path leading upto my grandmothers house.

so anyway moving onto the amusement. we had gone to a shive temple situated on top a small hil.. its a small hill when u climb steps. but anyway we climb to the top. and i realised i cant pray. for some reason. i just cant pray. so i stood there. the priest was giving me the dirtiest of looks possible since i was wearing (gasp!!!) shorts. no bindi. and with my short hair i was the devil incarnate. so i just started wandering around the temple.. from behind the temple there is a path leading to a sitout which over looks the beach. and lo and behold if ur into rock climbing and the like u can climb up from the beach and enter the temple.

we decided to go down to the beach from our precarious positions on the cilff. and we managed to go down (unlce, 2 small cuzins and me) without a single incident. we reached the base of the hill and took photos and all. then we noticed more rocks along the beach and decided to go furthur and 'explore'. do note it has been raining like a biyaaach and the rocks are all slippery. yeah i think i took the mystery out of this one right about now. but indulge me. as we were planing to go up the hill to reach the temple(the rock climbers in us raring to go). there was an enormous wave. and before i could steady myself, i fell straight on my ass. i not going to beat around the bush. it hurts. badly. and i couldnt get up fast enough so i got drenched by another enormous wave. thankfully there was no one on the beach to witness us climbing up the hill with me looking like a rag doll.

now you would think that since i fell on my ass there should be enough cushioning to prevent any bodily harm just a sore ego and the like. but wronggg.apparently i hit the rock hard enough to not be able to bend. but on the bright side i didnt break anything. and managed to climb up the damn rock. and ate bhelpuri also.

its a whole other story that i was drenched. shivering. and in total and complete pain.

she will be loved.

' just cause im the last to leave does not mean ill always be there'
- Thangu. (moi frend;)

this line is soo true.. especially when your in a relationship. people tend to take each other for granted. and respect for personal space and the like is lost. it is important to maintain a life outside the relationship. say one day it comes crashing down what have you got if you distanced yourself from all other support systems?

sigh.

"we all purchase our dreams one way or the other. "

Hello

im sitting at my own damn desk. cause its my first day at work :). not some crappy internship but like a job y'all. i work as design faculty+co-ordinator at my lovely college. and this is brilliant cause its not a very hectic job. hence i can freelance with designing the rest of the time. considering that im on blogger and 500 other online sites on the first day of work should tell you something :D

just got back from mangalore and realised that i have absolutely no love for most of the members of my community. which i see as a good thing. pictures of mlore and the like will be put up.

LOL!!!!!!!

a sign outside my parents room .

"this is a good house. when its vacant."

we just might be related. :PPPP

bored.

• has anyone seen 'Little Ms Sunshine'?? its not too great a concept. same dysfunctional american family storyline.. but there is a very very poignant scene towards the end between the brother and the sister. and moi couldnt help sobbing my eyes out. maybe this has something to do with the fact that my own brother and me had a huge fight and havnt spoken a word ot each other for the past month.. but that scene just had me all teary eyed. (which does not usually happen)

• and 'Temptations Of the West'- Pankaj Mishra is a crash course in politics. after Butter chicken in Ludhiana this was quite unexpected. not exactly something i can read continuously.. but nice never the less.

• fashion show work is dragging like a biyyaaach. the dyeing work has been done. printing and stitching remaining and the show is supposed to be next week. i am sooo screwed. sigh

• i am a bit obsessed with the song called 'Nagin-the lady cobra' - Decibel. its not available on lime wire any suggestions where i can get it? audio not the video.

and esp since i have so much work i decide to devote all of my "free" time online randomly checking out blogs and dying on every instant messenger service.

:D

indulgence.

@ Rads: im actually bored outta mind and have nothing what so ever to write/blog about.. oh ill def indulge you.. :)


Here are the rules:
1. Players start with 8 random facts about themselves.
2. Those who are tagged should post these rules and their 8 random facts.
3. Players should tag 8 other people and notify them they have been tagged.


8 random facts.. hmmm though for those who have been (if there people:P) reading my blog you should have figured this out by now.. anyway im on an indulgence spree so what the heck:


1. i am a bundle of contradictions.

what you see is not necessarily what you get.. though 98% of times i am just me.. somtimes.. just sometimes the indiffrnce is a facade.

2. i am not particularly intersted in making new friends.

i might seem outgoing. social.. blah. but when u meet someone and you have to be nice (all over again), open your self up... at times its not just worth the effort. i quite happy with having just the few in my life..

3. i like my space more than people.

sounds highly bitchy yes i know. but its quite true. and if i had to choose i would choose my space.. that way i can decide who i let in.. i cant even deal with meeting people on a regular basis, though i can be in constant touch through sms's/msn/ emails/mail.

4. i dont like skirts/dresses.

its not about the length. i would gladly wear short shorts.. but somehow i never quite took a liking to skirts or dresses.

5. i am more afraid of losing my friends than anyone else in this world.

my friends are like family to me.. they totally understand me.. and more importantly never judge me. i would quite happily do anything for my friends.. though i really cant the same about my family. (and i mean this in the nicest way possible.. no 'teenage angst' type crap).

6. i get bored very easily.

i cant sit through a movie. i cant be with a person (any person) for more than a couple of hours. i cant listen to the same kind of music for too long. and say im depressed after about an hour i get 'bored' and im back to my usual self.. (not to say i am ms. sunshine.. but you get the drift.) maybe this has got to do something with a short attention span or smething..

7. i ADORE coffee and my sleep.

coffee according to me is a food group. i like strong filter kapi, boiliing hot and, with very little sugar. lots of it. i can manage without food. but take away my coffee and there will be hell to pay. when it comes to me sleep.... i can stay awake till 5 in the morning quite comfortably.. but cannnot get up earlier than 11 even if there is a national emergency taking place. dont quite know how that works.. i need my 8-9 hours daily.. whch really isnt possible considering i got college at 8 and i sleep at 3 :(

8. :) uhh i love shopping.

ok no big surprise there. mother dearest feels that if i go into the forest i will manage to buy firewood and come back. her words not mine. retail therapy is the besht! and i dont need to buy.. as long as someone is buying im quite happy. i think it has to do with burning hard earned (fathers in my case:) cash. ill accompany who wants to go shopping. and i can shop for hours... and shop for anything. ill even do one day shopping trips to bangalore if im sick of the shopping scene in chennai.

and that is that. now for the tagging bit.. i dont know 8 people who blog on a regular basis. so i tag :

schmetterling.
mr. rationality.
janani.

:)

"i think therefore am single"

- by a phrend. :P

untitled.

uhh happy birthday to me?? very sad day. a huge exam tom. no cake. none of my frends (cept vysh) is here.. and well no cake!!

bye.

A thing of Beauty.

the beauty of unrequitted love is probably in the idealism and fantasy of it. its probably in the 'what could have been'. 'cause at the end of the day reality can be a real bitch at times.

PHEW!

and Ftv is back! :D