The Public Diary

It's been few months that I considered the option of stop writing this blog as I'm going too busy (read depressed) these days. Somehow I decided otherwise. And here is the post which I talked about in the last to last post. (Life is weird! A few weeks back, I so wanted to write on this topic and now I had to convince myself to keep writing.) Basically, this post is about my experience of the student life and some of the tiny details which I might forget after years. So here is the account. I remember 7-8 years back, all I wanted was the end of my studying days. I would count the years left for my studies to get over on my fingers. It seemed like a long time. (No, I’m not going to say “and it flew like anything”. It’s clichéd as well as not so true).  While the years took a long time to get over, but I had never imagined that I would even think about my student days, leave alone missing (which I did miss but that was for a few minutes only.) Earlier it used to be,...

Fans are so devoted to their icons that even the littlest of their deeds get over the heads of their fans; leaving them in complete awe of them. ( Rajinikanth is worshipped as God for his down-to-earth nature and by no means I'm saying that he should be or shouldn't be worshipped. This just crossed my mind on reading the word 'devoted'.) One such incident which comes to my mind just as I write this is when a few days back my sibling said, “I’ve started liking him even more now, not only on his professional front but personal as well.” “What has he done now?” I asked. She directed me to open the so-and-so page of the newspaper and read the relevant news item . I read it in whole and wondered if I have read the wrong news. I asked her the same. She said, “Yeah! I meant this only. Don’t you think he is such a gentleman?” and added a few more lines displaying that she is in complete awe of him. Before you judge me, let me say my bit. Yeah, he migh...

I was so confused; I equally wanted to write on two topics but then I finally decided that I’ll go with this one and I’ll write about the other topic the next time. So you don’t need to waste your time on thinking what that topic could be. You’ll anyway get to know about it in a few weeks’ time. First of all Disclaimer :  Neither this post promotes the movie ‘ Fan ’ nor is inspired from its storyline; rather is my own brainchild. I’ve seen that I have written most of the posts glorifying me (at least I see it this way). So, here, for a change, I’m going to write at my own expense and tiny excerpts of others (of course). As you must have guessed it right, this post is about the feelings and behaviour of celebrities’ fans. I’ve been one such fan for many years of my life, particularly (throughout) my teenage.  I would update my status to wish them on their birthdays; I had a folder (for a soft copy) and a file (for a hard copy) containing their pictures, knew...

You are lying in your bed. All the lights are shut and everyone else has fallen asleep. A sound of ticking is coming constantly which is somehow not letting you sleep. You guessed it right.  I am talking about that constant tick-tock sound coming from the clock by your side. Constant literally, as they say, "Time never stops." Not even if you remove the batteries. It moves at an utterly constant pace that whenever I tried to count the number of seconds, it would tally for two-three minutes and after that estimate would go up or down.  Sometimes, Einstein’s relativity seems so accurate. Bad times seem to be everlasting while we forget that soon the happy times are going to be over, we seem to be so much engrossed in them. I remember after my 8 th boards, I had a month long vacation. For the initial days, I was as clueless as what should I be doing. I was waiting for them to get over. But then out of boredom, I got a new-found hobby to pursue. It was then that the time...

“No, we are not going to use this water.  We doubt that it is not clean enough and is not fit to meet out the daily requirements” was the common consensus in my house, a few days after the plumber refused to change the water tank.  All my family members were at their hygienic-best for almost a month (and waiting for the plumber to change his mind which he didn’t) and didn’t budge their stand on using the water; hoping for the best. When we realised that nothing is going to happen, we decided to clean it ourselves. I was the one who was assigned the work to clean it along with my dad, which required going to the terrace which didn’t even have any stairs to go up through. I refused to go and asked my sibling to assist dad. Dad took her along unwillingly. (She’s quite slow and lazy and quite frightened one as well) After a while, she came back to home, for some cleaning material when I asked, “You didn’t go up, how is it like?” She replied, “It’s very difficult to c...

On a random get-together, sitting in an eating joint and waiting for the food, a friend brings up the question “Do you think that company really matters?” Of course, company matters; the goodwill of the company and its profit scale affects your salary package. Plus the better the company, the better are the facilities and the better the work environment they provide to you.  Bullshit.  I was actually talking about companionship and the group of people you hang out with. Just as I was about to give my opinion, which was in the affirmative, of course; the other two friends promptly said “No, we don’t think so. How can someone else affect you, your habits and the decisions you take?” I so wanted to say otherwise but I don’t know why I didn’t. But here is my chance (After all, this is the space where I say whatever I actually want to say.) How does one become a chain smoker or a drug addict? Where does it actually start from? From the first cigarette which their...

I almost wrote 1/4th of the blog post which I actually intended to publish this time. But I got too excited after reading some article in a newspaper. (Intimate me, if you want to read that article, if only my scrap box allowed me to let my hands over it by the time you ask me to read it.) So what was the topic that I created so much hype about? It was about the ongoing board exams. The writer had written about the unnecessary fuss created around such exams. I remember when I used to be a kid and my sibling got promoted into the board classes, the dialogue which would echo in our home was let her study it’s her board exams. I used to think what it is so different to be in a board class appearing for board exams. I appeared for board exams in 8th class for the first time and luckily y centre for giving exams was the school in which I studied just the last year. (I had migrated my school in 8th class only and my centre was my ex-school.) So I felt like being at home not feeli...

The doorbell rung. Just as I opened the door, there was a man standing there, holding a paper in his hand. Just as I moved further he handed over that paper to me and moved to the next house. To check what it was, I read it which was some list of constructional work along with the time allotted for its completion. Later on, when dad saw it he told us that it is for the upcoming renovation to be done on our house. On hearing this word ‘renovation,’ I got excited; imagining our home in a whole new look, new tiles, new cupboards and all the stuff. I hoped that there would be newness in this monotonous life of mine. Weeks passed. Slowly, the renovation process caught pace and the stories I got to hear from other people, the difficulties it was causing to them, the manner in which the work was getting done, I started wishing that it reaches us as late as possible (if possible, it doesn’t reach us at all). We even considered going to a rented house, at least, until the renovat...

This one is to teenage years; though I'm actually not getting much nostalgic about those years. When I was a teen, How different I use to feel. How I lived in those days, Doing things in my own ways. My mood showed several ranges, All due to hormonal changes. How my behaviour was as a teen, Like, all the time irritated I had been. Things about which crazy I was, In which now I find many flaws. Gone are the teen years, Followed by the aging fears. Life is still plenty Making way for twenty…

Lately, the New Year (2016) dawned. But what was different this time was that the year 2015 passed quite quickly for me; earlier it was other people who used to say that the year went too fast, with the batting of the eyelids. I guess, it has something to do with older people (who don’t feel good each time the year passes reminding them of THE LIFE CLOCK) and maybe, now I have fallen in such category. I still feel like that it’s not long ago that 2009-2010 passed too long ago; I think I’m still living there, in that time period. You know that a festival is surrounding when your phone beeps at regular intervals displaying ‘DHAMAKA OFFERs’. And just as I logged into Facebook, the usual was the scenario; News Feed piling up with the New Year greetings, just like it is at the time of every festival. You don’t need to worry about missing onto something important if you don’t get time to log into your account. In any case, all most of the updates will be “Happy *the name of the festi...

Since I am posting after a long time, so to be fair, I am posting after a short interval. But with the same topic as these exams don’t leave you so easily; to be honest short of stock I am. ;) The other time, when a fellow student was actually cheating and was asking some answer from me. The teacher noticed us and forbid us by asking to not to cheat. I heard it the first time only, but the other one couldn’t hear what the teacher was saying so she said “What ma’am?” (Generally, people understand themselves what the teacher is saying in ‘such’ situations.) The teacher repeated herself. This time she let it go for the time being.  Later on, when we submitted our answer sheets, I saw her talking to the teacher about something. After coming out, I asked her “What were you talking about with the teacher?” and the reply came “I didn’t hear what the teacher was saying even third time so I was asking her what did she say at that time.” There was another teacher on duty ...

So, it’s been a long time since I posted a blog last. And I’m actually not feeling like doing it now as well. The reason: My fingers are so swollen that if I try to press one key to type, I automatically touch two keys. Too much to believe? Then don’t believe it either. ;) Moving on… I couldn’t blog for some time as my exams were going on. And this word ‘exam’ brings me to the situations relating to examination hall (the dreaded hall) itself.  I remember when I was in 5 th (or maybe 6 th ), I was all ready with my geometry box having 4 pens, just in case of emergency and this emergency did arise. One of my pens, with which I was writing, had no more ink in it. So I switched to another one. After writing 3-4 words I got to know that it wasn’t working properly, so I switched to another one which wasn’t working at all and so was the last one. At last, I had to borrow a pen from another girl. How stupid can you be to have 4 pens in an exam, with only 1 working and having lit...

          " Nothing is permanent, except for the change " Yes, it is true that none can stop the changes that take place in one’s life, but it is more about “How smoothly you tide over it.” Transition is something which affects a person to a great extent. Take, for instance, the pre-school stage of a child. How difficult it is to handle kids at this stage. But once the comfortable atmosphere of the kid is changed from home to altogether new surroundings of the school, the kid starts to learn to adapt to the new environment. Initially, it is difficult to adjust into the chained atmosphere bounded by dozens of rules but slowly comes down the acceptance. Another transition comes in the face of shifting from school to college. While many of us remember the initial school days as ‘cry period’, most of us, at the same time, have cherishing memories of the college days. According to me, it is because of the ‘more freedom’ which goes unnoticed when we...

When asked, “What would you prefer - Objective Type Paper or Subjective Type Paper?” the answer for the most of the people is the Objective type. Subjective is something people find it tough as it relates to describing things, sharing your views on a particular subject. Encounter with various subjects starts from the stage of going to the school and continues for long afterwards. Initially a choice subject, some subjects later on turn into nightmares. I have some strange experiences with several subjects some good, some bad ….and some not to talk about. (I know I couldn’t kick off this post with worse beginning) Let me start with the most-afraid-of subject MATHEMATICS. Some people just run away from this subject from the very beginning. But in my case, I liked it for most of the time or rather a whole of the time, except for the last year of my journey with mathematics. In that period of one year only, it developed enough hatred in me for mathematics to have enoug...