tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31510973551305821412024-03-06T06:57:52.441+09:00The musings of a very bored soulI write what I feel like.
I can think of no better way to describe this blog.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151097355130582141.post-1799082449421910632013-05-04T20:16:00.000+09:002013-05-04T21:31:34.476+09:00The difference between simply receiving an education and actually being educated.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It has been a while
since I posted anything on my blog which is partly due lack of time and mostly
due to a lack of any inclination or inspiration towards the same. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">The fact that I am
sitting down and writing today, however, is an effect of circumstances very
different from the ones that have pushed me to write in the past.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Reading through my blog
today made me realize that although I do blog about things that happen to me
and also whine about them at times, inspiration has always stemmed from
emotions such as happiness (as in the case of when I learned to ride a bike),
self-realization (when I realized that I shouldn’t take life too seriously),
amusement (at our stupidity on that fateful night when we couldn’t find the
main switch) or just silly, girlish rambling as in most of my posts. This is
not a fun post. It is not a rant either. I am writing today about something
that I believe is a huge issue in our nation that has somehow been overlooked
due to circumstances. If you are not in a mood for heavy reading, I would
suggest you either scroll down to the other posts or just go to another web
page.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Today I write out of a
feeling of great sadness and a sense of extreme disgust. I feel let down and
things that I have long believed in and ideas that I have always held very
close to my heart as being solutions to problems that I believe plague our
country and prevent us from being the superpower that we could be are, as I
have discovered, not really solutions at all.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">This brings me to the
title of this post. I am fortunate, I believe, to be born in India and yet
belong to a section of society that can afford a college education, speaks
fluent English and believes in educating a female child. I consider myself very
fortunate. I thank my stars for it every time I see beggars on the road or
children in slums. I have often wished that we could be richer as a nation and
fast so that we could educate those people who need it and bring them up, hence
making us a more empowered and understanding nation.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I have very recently
discovered, much to my anguish, that educating a nation isn’t as easy as
sending a child to school or college. Education involves wiping out ignorance
and ignorance is NOT easily wiped out. Ignorance stays. Ignorance in our nation
is a powerful force, pushing itself through every nook and cranny, entering the
deepest and darkest crevices, till I find to my disgust, that it is around me
too. It has found its way into this wonderfully comfortable world that I have
made for myself with my fancy college course and English speaking friends. I
believed that I was and would always be surrounded by people who are educated.
What I am actually surrounded by is people who are most definitely “very
literate” and “above the levels of required literacy levels” who have also “studied
things and are pretending to be a part of an educated India” but are in reality
only doing what they have to in order to get a degree which may enable them to
make money. It is pathetic but they have not even attempted to actually educate
themselves and become “educated individuals” that they should. They are still
ignorant and stand to be a conspicuous example of how the Indian system of
education has failed and continues to fail.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It must be killing you
by now, if you are still with me, as to what I am so angry about and the events
that have brought forth this rant. To answer that I would have to give you a
little history about who I am and where I come from. If you have followed my
blog in the past or know me personally you would know that I am Indian, 22
years old as on April this year, I am South Indian (Mallu to be precise) and
have spent most of my child hood in Chennai first and then in Manipal, which is
in Karnataka.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I will have to admit
that through the years, being from a very South Indian family I have heard many
awful things being said about people from Northern India. When I learnt that I
would be going to college in Pune, the first bit of advice I received from my grandmother
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;"> “<i>Please
make friends with South Indians. North Indians are money minded, racist and
cannot be trusted. They come from families that are not very educated and do
not speak good English. If you mingle with them you will also become crass and
the boys will beat you up</i>.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It made me very awkward
to hear these words as I wanted to vehemently disagree and create a scene. I
had to bite my lips and repeat “<i>she is
old</i>” in my mind a hundred times before I could finally force a smile,
pretend to agree and say “<i>yes ammumma</i>”
and change the topic into something that would not make me want to go into a
psycho rage and start screaming.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Needless to say, I did
not heed to her advice. Of my closest friends from my batch only ONE is South
Indian, that too, only by blood. I specify that because he has grown up in
Delhi and as a result, the only Indian language he speaks fluently is Hindi. In
fact, I would not be wrong if I said his Hindi is as good as his English. He
stands to be yet another example of South Indian tolerance and our readiness to
imbibe other cultures.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I came to this city as a
person who could not speak a word of Hindi. I never had to speak it in the past
and hence did not have the opportunity to learn. Today I can hold a
conversation in the language. Yes, the grammar is horrific and the accent is
downright awful but I can convey what I mean and that is the ultimate aim of a
language right? I am also trying to learn every day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Additionally, I have
also discovered a deep rooted love for Punjabi music. Somehow, I have a knack
for Punjabi songs and I am not exaggerating when I say that I can sing Pehli
Waar by Imraan Khan and Sadi Galli and get the lyrics right (the accent, off
course, is still messed up.) I love Honey Singh and swear by many of his songs.
I have been known to suddenly start dancing when Punjabi beats play. This
behaviour has been greatly encouraged by my friends, one of whom is a Sikh from
Chandigarh and is also one of my favourite people in the world.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It is being around
people like him and the others that shut me off and made me believe that
backward and archaic ideals like regionalism and racism are concepts that no
longer exist in our society. I brushed it off as a myth and as something that
exists only amongst the poorer classes and the lower echelons. “<i>We are all united because we are educated
and know better!</i>” said my mind. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">My stupid, naïve and
clueless South Indian mind.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">These happy thoughts
were crushed on one fine day in March during a get together at a friends’
place. We were discussing Chennai as a city and about living there. I agreed
completely with people who were cursing the weather there and also to their
inhospitable nature with regard to treating people from the North. I teased one
of my batch mates, who hails from Chandigarh, about how her life would suck if
she ended up in Chennai. She however, decided to end any chance of humour or
pleasantry that conversation may have brought up by saying:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">“<i>I can’t live there because I am not black enough</i>.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I stopped smiling and I
couldn’t help but say “<i>What?!?!” </i>in a
very surprised tone. It was also a slightly angry tone. Not because I was angry
at the statement or that I felt it applied to me (while I am dusky I am not
what one would strictly call black) but because the statement came from a
person who I had always respected. A girl I had always considered as one of the
few whom I could have an intelligent conversation with. I had seen her as a
friend and as a person who was, as I mentioned before, educated and bright.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It breaks my heart to
say that I cannot think of her that way anymore. She broke my little delusion. I
suddenly felt stifled by ignorance and an utter lack of class. I left the room.
One of my other friends I had mentioned earlier came and said sorry knowing
that I was annoyed. The problem was that although I could forgive the statement
itself, nothing he said could take away the fact that my delusion had been shattered
by that single statement or that I saw in it the failings of my nation, which I
very much love.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Two weeks later I heard
another one of my friends make a derisive comment about how we should stop
eating watermelon with our hands “like south Indians”. This time I let it go
because it came from a person whom I really cared about and hell, my delusion
had long since been shattered anyway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Today I log onto
facebook and I see a status update by a person on my friend list that goes like
this:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">“</span><span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">At a signal in Delhi while I
was riding, an uncle in a car pulled up beside me and with absolute conviction
asked:</span><span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">It actually amused me
and I shook my head and smiled. I commented on it and moved on. I receive a
notification a few hours later and the <i>same
girl </i>had commented on it with a cold and blunt “hahahahhaa brilliant”.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We have legislations in
place that make calling people from the north east “chinky” a crime. (Win! )<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We have reservations for
our SC’s and ST’s (Win!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We even try to protect
our religious minorities (Win Win Win!!!!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Why then, is it okay to make
racist and demeaning comments against people from the South? <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I say this at the risk
of sounding obnoxious but we South Indians have contributed to this country in
a billion ways. We have brought in Classical music and classical dances. We
have produced individuals like A.R Rehman, Aishwarya Rai , Adhoor
Gopalakrishnan and Shashi tharoor amongst many others.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Our Literacy rates are
higher as is our sex ratio. We have a larger percentage of our population doing
professional courses and actually studying. To top it off, most of us speak at
least a minimum of three languages AND we are mature and cooperative enough to
learn Hindi as well, just to make it easier for everybody.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Yes, we do not make a
fuss.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">We do not riot or ask
for special rights and privileges.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Nor do we comment upon
the stark differences that we see everyday with regard to our families and
upbringing and that of people brought up in the north (as I mentioned before,
my grandmother actually gave me that bit of advice in perfect English)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">All we ask of you, dear
North India, is to <i>let us be </i>and not
force us to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I could go onto Google
and bring up a list of reasons why we should be accepted, not discriminated and
treated with respect.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Then again it would be
pointless because after all, I am South Indian and hence “<i>Black”</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Why would they even
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We just got our wi fi connected yesterday. We used to have wi fi before as well only we decided to get it changed. This is because our network provider (a certain company who's name rhymes with "<i>fairtel"</i>) gave us service that provided us with extremely fast internet for those five minutes a day that it actually worked before citing weird errors and getting disconnected.</div>
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We were really excited about this new fast internet except for a tiny glitch. It somehow only worked for one person at a time. After discovering that this was because we would need to get a special wi fi router to ensure that it would work we managed to get the right router from our good friend Jeevith (who also made it a point to add that he would need it back at the end of the month).</div>
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I was half asleep when my flatmate (who was busy figuring out how to connect the router) woke me up because the lights had gone out. This wouldn't have been a huge deal except it seemed that it was just our flat that had no electricity. We spent the next hour trying to find out what had gone wrong.</div>
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We first started by lighting candles and using our torches to try and see what had gone wrong. I was glad to finally be able to use the battery powered lamp that I got for Christmas. A really useful thing I must say! We then decided to walk down and talk to the watch man. I must have been around one am at the time and since its winter, we were freezing in pyjamas.</div>
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It struck us once we had gone downstairs that the watchmen were more like odd job men really because none of the three were actually watching the building or anything in particular. In fact, to be completely honest they were nowhere in sight. We were both also pretty sleepy at the time, since it was a Saturday night, making us even more confused.</div>
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After calling out for the "night watchmen" for ten minutes we decided to check the electric board ourselves. For the first time, I was actually unhappy to find out that there was NOTHING wrong with it. This meant that we had no clue what the problem was. We did discuss for a couple of minutes that it could be the main switch in our flat that had tripped but we decided that it wasn't possible because we had lived in this house for a year and had never seen anything that looked even vaguely like a main switch. </div>
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We went back to our dark a gloomy flat and discussed the mysterious problem of the "missing electricity." All we had was a candle and a battery powered night lamp. It started off as a fun discussion as we tried to convince ourselves that one night in the dark would be a fun thing. We even made a few jokes about ghosts in the house. We both pointed out at things and made scary eyes to scare the other person. </div>
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As it can be expected in a dark house inhabited by two chickens we eventually scared ourselves. The dark night did not seem fun anymore. Also, the mosquitoes were beginning to buzz around our heads. I'm generally a very paranoid person and a bit of a hypochondriac so I started worrying about malaria and filariasis among other things like being eaten by the boogey man. We decided to call it a night. I went to my room and snuggled into my blankey wrapping myself in it like a kaati roll.</div>
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It din't take me long to fall asleep and when I opened my eyes again it was 12pm. I heaved a sigh of relief and woke up my flatmate. We went down to find our "watchman" who told us it had to have tripped and to search the house for the main switch. We scoffed at him saying that there was absolutely NO WAY we could have missed a box like that FOR A YEAR.</div>
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I look up. I see a metal door.</div>
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I open it. I see a switch.</div>
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Also, we feel very very daft.</div>
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Hey, I know not too many people follow this blog however if you are here and it is before the 24th of September, please click on the link and add your vote for this person called Disha Oberoi.<br />
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Think of it as your good deed for the day!!<br />
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I love you all!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151097355130582141.post-11366482797286687422012-05-29T18:42:00.000+09:002012-05-29T18:42:03.208+09:00My sisters adventures with animating stuff<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My sister has always wanted to be an animator for as long as I can remember. She is 12 years old and I just thought I would post her most recent creation on my blog for people to see. :) I think its really good for a 12 year old!<br />
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It is true what they say about life being all about ups and downs. You cant possibly be really happy without knowing that somewhere around the corner a big hard thud awaits you. It's uncanny the way it always happens. Makes agnostics like me question the presence of spiritual force a little less than usual.We need to know unhappiness to truly appreciate the happy moments.</div>
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I am technically going through a "down" in my life. I say "technically" because.... well.... there is another side to it as well. A week back I felt rejection hit me from all sides. Although this time it was to do with something purely academic it brought back memories of every rejection that I have suffered in the past whether it was to do with my work, love or even life in general. </div>
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This emotion called rejection. It always feels the same. No matter what it is. It gives you that exact same feeling of disappointment and that sinking feeling of sadness that one associates with heartbreak.And oh! I did feel heartbroken. It was shocking because it is a feeling I hadn't really experienced in a very very very long time. That sheer inability to sleep, eat or do anything that normal humans should do, it was a feeling that I associated with bad times in the past and needless to say, it gave me a sickening sense of deja vu. However, in the midst of it all, I was still able to experience a slight happiness that I only realized much later. It was brought about by the fact that although I was feeling heartbroken, this time it had nothing to do with a stupid boy who wasn't worth it. Even though the depression din't really help, it was nice to know that I have at the very least managed to get my priorities back on track.</div>
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And yes, I am sitting at home pretty much jobless at the moment. However, when I wake up every morning to Velyamma's cup of coffee or sit on the PS 2 with my sister (who is very soon not going to be a child anymore, she is already taller than I am, sigh) I find that it doesn't really bother me. In fact, I enjoy every single second of this chilling time.It has also dawned on me that these days are short lived and that as much as we expect them to, things never stay the same.</div>
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I spent years in this house when I was in school hating it and hating this town. I missed Chennai and the friends I grew up with. When I come back here for the holidays from college though, it is completely different. Being away from here has made me realize how attached I actually am. Going driving through places where I spent days playing cricket with my friends or "practicing" for "DD's club performances" (the beauty of these words lie in the fact that there are only 3 other people who truly know and understand the emotions behind them) or just sitting outside "hasta - shilpa" the local "haunted house" gossiping about silly things makes me nostalgic. I miss those times and they make me glad that I spent the important years of my life in a small town. In a strange way, it extended my childhood.</div>
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I now realize that I have been confusing the ups of life with the downs for a very long time.</div>
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Im afraid I have been WAY TOO BUSY in the past few days to blog. Also, I intend to not write much till the first of may anyway.<br />
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Apparently, being anti - social is to hate meeting new people and making small talk. I guess being a "party animal" around people you are comfortable with doesn't really count huh?</div>
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While attempting to study administrative law, a thought struck me. A really random one (like most of those thoughts which strike you when you study, more of an attempt to distract yourself really.) about this conversation that I had with an old friend today.<br />
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She was telling me about how her mother thinks she blogs for "attention". While I laughed it off back then, it made me wonder about the truth of that statement. I have seen so many posts on 9 gag about the quintessential "attention horse" which brings me to the conclusion that doing ANYTHING for attention is a bad thing. An awful thing in fact, something to be scorned even.<br />
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Don't we all secretly thrive on attention though? I know I love to see a new comment on my post. It makes me very very happy. It's only human to enjoy a little attention.<br />
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So for all you fellow attention "horse" (I know it's grammatically incorrect ......but artistic licence my friend!) out there.........<br />
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Even if it's just a lecher</div>
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And that's what you call shitty poetry. :)</div>
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Ha ha! Just never gets old. :)</div>
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Just woke up. I feel so good.<br />
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Happy April fools.<br />
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And yeah, I was forced to join twitter. I don't like it so much somehow.<br />
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I have learnt today that rumours can spread extremely quickly! And by the time it reaches the source, it's as far from the truth as it can get. </div>
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It got me thinking about the effect that other people's words and thoughts about us can matter. I am as unaffected by people's opinions of me as anyone can be nevertheless, I do have skeletons in my closet. And I do hide a lot of things from everyone but my closest friends.</div>
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A random person telling you that someone thinks you did something that you did not do but then everyone is talking about it and you feel like you are beginning to believe it yourself and suddenly you get paranoid as you feel that the world is against you and oh no you send someone hate mail and........</div>
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Yeah! I have gone through that feeling a million times so I am not the best person to be pointing fingers.</div>
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And so have you, stop laughing at me. Especially if you are a woman who is reading this.</div>
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People's opinions don't really change with the truth. People's opinions change when they get to know you. And it isn't possible to know everyone.</div>
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From the time that you realize that you have only a few real friends, to the time that you understand that it's not possible to please everyone, to the moment you stop caring about others opinions and the moment you decide to stop making everything an issue, its all a big process and it helps you mature in many different ways. </div>
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That's why I love my college. It has taught me the power of rumour mongering. I am pretty sure that if some of the people I have come across in the past three years were sent abroad, they could bring down governments. Like the Roman Agent in Asterix. (If you haven't read asterix, you never had a childhood.) A simple comment I made in our canteen to a bunch of extremely harmless girls with absolutely NO malicious intentions has turned into a vicio Gmail battle.</div>
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I have given 5 exams in the past 4 days, two of which were within the span of eight hours today morning.</div>
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I say this at the risk of being mocked and ridiculed, but I finally understand the emotion behind Rebecca Black's "Friday". Only, to me it is Sunday. (I was dancing to it today, SUE ME!)</div>
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I'm leaving to get those eight hours of sleep that I have so been dreaming of for the past couple of days. (Isn't it strange how you end up not feeling sleepy when you have absolutely NOTHING to do?)</div>
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P.S: I have noticed that ever since my sleepless nights started I have been getting mopey on blogger. Shall sign back in only when I am well rested from now on.</div>
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What is it about exams that brings out the funny side in all of us? We've been sitting around since 10, and its 3 am now, the four of us, 3 studying German and as for me, well, I am randomly studying whatever I feel like, basically whatever I feel will prevent me from falling asleep now. I've heard everyone in the room saying something hilarious. Or maybe it just seems funny to me in my sleep deprived state.</div>
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We are all one shot of coffee down.</div>
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Goodness knows how many more to come.</div>
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Something tells me its going to be a really long week.</div>
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I have noticed that the older we grow, the more we begin to ridicule the idea of death. That is until it happens to you. Or someone you know. Or someone close to someone you know. Then it becomes a reality, a scary one at that.</div>
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I just found out that my friends father passed away. It came as a real shock to me because I had only recently got in touch with him after finding out that after being classmates 14 years back in primary school, he is now my neighbour. We decided to establish a weekly ritual of meeting every Thursday and kept to it two weeks in a row. Till about three weeks back when he started canceling our meetings because his dad was ill. He made it sound so casual, almost like a minor fever, I did not at all suspect it to be something life threatening and I respect him for his courage throughout that time. I would've been a crying wreck in the same situation.</div>
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I found out about what happened through a mutual friend and it shocked me because I hadn't spoken to him in over a week due to exams and it left me feeling helpless. I wanted to call but then I couldn't really bring myself to as I had no clue what to say or how I should comfort him.It got me thinking about how helpless we ALL are in the face of each others misery. The confusion you feel as to what you should do and how you should re act is something that I was going through for the first time and it killed me from the inside.</div>
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I woke up today morning to a text from him informing me of the same. After I was done with college I tried calling him but he did not respond.He did, however reply with a text. I shall wait for him to call me when he is ready to talk.</div>
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And although I cannot tell him how I feel or do anything to comfort him (As my words cannot do anything really to fill up such a large void in his life.) I hope he knows that I am with him as a friend whenever he needs someone to turn to.</div>
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We are so much stronger than we ourselves realize.</div>
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I just spent the day hanging out with a person for what is the first and in all probability the last time. The person in question used to be my batchmate in college where I studied arts for a year before joining law school. We never really exchanged more than a few words back then and only had one class (english) together. Coincidentally, he left college at the same time that I did only to come to the same city (pune) and join the defence academy. We have both been in Pune for the past three years and apart from a phone call in the first year I had no clue about how he was or what he was up to. Until two days back when he messaged me and we planned to meet up.</div>
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Strangely, the meeting that I expected to be extremely awkward and weird turned out to be quite a fun experience. His stories about training to join the army were amusing to me as his life is as far as it can get from what mine is now. They aren't allowed to keep phones or laptops. They do not have facebook. And they aren't allowed outside except for certain Sundays, and even the areas they are allowed to go to are restricted!!! To add to this, they wake up at three and sleep at ten. Their punishments involve running around at 3 in the noon with 18 kg s of weight strapped to their back with a rifle! </div>
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The three of us (surabhi my flatmate was with us as well) chilled for the whole day and we had to leave by 5 as he had to keep to his curfew of 8 pm. I was surprised to find that it actually made me feel a little sad. It struck me then how easy it is to miss out on things because we are too caught up in our lives and so happy with the familiarity of things around us to even think about anything beyond what we already have. I am glad that he made the effort to make a plan to meet. Had he left it to me, I would have never bothered to get to know a person who I should have ideally been good friends with by now.</div>
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The chances of us ever chilling together again are scarce, because he will soon be done and posted at deheradun and we have exams till then. Also, as I have mentioned before, we are still practically strangers and so there is no real compulsion to meet.</div>
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I am however glad that I have the memory of a fun day spent and a new friend made. I also hope he does well and stays safe wherever he goes.</div>
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I remember grade two, when we used to have one hour bus journeys to get to school. There was this game we called the "memory game" that we played. I t would start with one of us picking a word then the next person would have to say that word and come up with his own, the third one would add to the list and it would go on till it became a huge list and everyone but one would be knocked out. It was fun then, but what we did not realize was the importance of that game. What we were actually doing was preparing for college.<br />
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Every time my exams come around I understand the importance of a good memory. It is not our intelligence or ability to analyse that is tested in our rigorous Indian system of education. It is how well we can mug.... and then puke.And my memory sucks.<br />
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Yes, I am whining.<br />
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I HATE EXAMS!!!!!!!!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151097355130582141.post-20511010630733479672012-03-24T17:24:00.001+09:002012-03-24T17:24:17.079+09:00Of Riding bikes in this country.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Today I learnt a new skill. I finally figured out how to ride a bike on the streets of Pune without freaking out. I could have stopped after" how to ride a bike" but decided against it because according to a certain persons feedback on my newly acquired riding skills, I still "wobble". Personally I think that person is just a shitty pillion who has an uncontrollable urge to perform crazy gymnastics at the back while I am riding, but well, since I have just started, I cant really debate about my expertise at this art....... as of now.</div>
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If someone who does not live in India reads this post, they are probably going to think that I'm one hell of a pussy for bragging about a skill as trivial as riding a two wheeler. What they do not understand is that its much easier said than done to actually ride a two wheeler here. Driving a car with all its complexities is in my opinion the easier task.And its because of a few certain "factors" on the streets which is what I intended this post to actually be about.</div>
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The first obstacle you will face in accomplishing this amazing feat is the heat. The sun bears down on you in its 45 degree celsius worth of burns that you will have to face for the next week. However, you cannot give up here as this is only a small problem compared to the others that you will be encountering soon.</div>
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This post is probably going to sound really insensitive to certain people. Just so you know I am NOT making fun of poverty and NOBODY hates the thought of poverty more than I do. But there are certain things that you observe that you just have to put down, so apologies to any hurt sentiments out there.</div>
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Just got back after a really tiring day outside. My flatmate needed to get her stuff from her other house which is all the way on the other side of town. In fact, it's so far away that we sometimes consider applying for visas before leaving.</div>
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Anyway, we are on the road on the bike, and its blistering hot when suddenly we are flocked by a bunch of "disguised beggars". I call them disguised beggars because they try to pretend that they are selling you stuff for your money. However, in reality, the stuff they sell you are the kind that you would only buy out of pity so its mostly emotional blackmail that goes on there.</div>
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So today, we stopped at a signal ans this young boy comes up to us (and we are both 20 years old mind you) and tries to sell us this toy. I wouldn't have thought it an incident worth writing about if it wasn't for the fact that it was THAT PARTICULAR TOY. I only wish I had a camera on me then so that I could have taken a photograph but since I did not my verbal description will have to suffice, and I shall try my best to do it justice.</div>
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Okay, so first, imagine a thing that is fluorescent green and plastic. You will have to keep this description in mind all throughout to imagine it exactly right. Now it starts of with this long plastic tube of that very colour that is around a foot and a half long which eventually joins this creature on wheels ALSO of the exact same colour. (in case I haven't mentioned it also had blue polka dots on it.) It took me a while what this hideous creature was supposed to be as it had some strange thing with springs attached to both sides bobbing up and down. A closer look told me that it was supposed to be a butterfly.</div>
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I guess it may function as a toy in some way to some kid (MAYBE) but WHAT ON EARTH was he thinking by trying to sell it to us? In what possible situation would the two of us who are too old for toys and too young to have kids who play with toys want that thing? Even otherwise, would the people on the streets who drive cards want to buy these toys from these roadside vendors? It saddens me to think that we are unable to provide these people who are willing to work with decent jobs so that they are forced to try and sell hideous animal imitations to people who will never buy them.</div>
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Something is wrong with the timing of my blog. It shows 10.51 pm when its only 7.22 pm now. even the dates are mixed up. Any suggestions on how to change it?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0Marutirao Gaikwad Nagar, Sindhi Colony, Pune, Maharashtra, India18.5578171 73.805053918.5427641 73.785312900000008 18.572870100000003 73.8247949tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3151097355130582141.post-58001429700944966182012-03-04T00:00:00.000+09:002012-03-04T19:42:35.812+09:00You are what you travel by....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Back in school, we never really seemed to care how we got there, although most of us would use the school transport and the rest, well, would be the privileged ones who get to be dropped by their oh so doting parents. In college, however, transport plays a big role. Especially when you have late nights and houses that are far away from you college. So anyway, I gave it a thought and classified the different sorts of people and their mannerisms according to their preferred mode of transport.</div>
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1) The ones who use their legs</div>
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All of them live close to college. It is important to know some of them at those times when you have a 5 hour break before an extra class because then you can "chill" at their houses.</div>
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a) <u>The social type</u></div>
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They walk to college in twos or in groups. They do it either because they like to or because they are health conscious. The point is, if you wave at them, you can be assured that they will wave back.</div>
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They are not people persons. They can also be called the "no eye contact" walkers. Seriously, try getting them to make eye contact with you, you have a better shot at getting manmohan singh to smile. Waving, off course, is out of question. The positive part is you can swear at them and they wont hear you.</div>
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2) <u>The Rickshaw type</u></div>
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They are the most common type found. They are also most often likely to be broke earlier than anyone else. Believe it or not, it IS the most expensive means of transport.</div>
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Mostly women or men trying really hard to preserve their masculinity while on it. Usually there are two people one of whom is covered with a shawl taliban ishtyle to protect herself from the pollution. Ironically, the very same girl probably walks right into NCC after that to smoke a few cigarettes before class.</div>
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These are the Alpha Males of college. Though they try hard to play it down, they take pride in riding into the parking lot. They also have a very characteristic expression on their faces with lips held clenched together and eyes squinting slightly. And though none of them will accept it, im pretty sure they have the star wars theme song playing in their minds when they ride around.</div>
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These are the Kings of all modes of transport in college. The people who own them act like they are superior to you because they are. Most of us probably know someone who knows someone who has a car but doesn't want to drive it in fear of not finding space to park. They hate the environment and all the other types hate them. However, it is important to keep these emotions to yourself as face it, someday somewhere, you are going to need a ride!</div>
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I've been down with some throat infection for two days. Just got back from college feeling really sick and tired. After sitting down for a while I realized that deep down inside I could feel an emotion that was very familiar. It was crying out to me and it said "I WANT MY MOMMY"<br />
I brushed it off feeling a little silly, i mean I'm almost 21 years old!! I should be getting over these things now. But the more I sat and thought about it the more I realized that I am actually still thirteen. Here's a list for the same:<br />
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1)<u> Zits</u><br />
I have suddenly started growing zits which I never had before.Why now??<br />
I wish I could swear at the Kardashians and their perfect airbrushed faces.<br />
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2) <u>Strange liking to playing board games</u><br />
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I love playing board games. While other people enjoy going out for a movie or go out drinking I would much rather swap all of that for sitting at home and playing a board game.<br />
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3) <u>I would also gladly play with Play -Doh</u><br />
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It was my favourite toy back then and even now, I would love someone who bought me play doh for my birthday. I would love them with all my heart. Twisting the sticky clay into fun shapes gives me inexplicable pleasure that cannot be replaced by any other.<br />
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4) <u>When I'm sick, I want my mommy</u>!<br />
Its self explanatory. And THIS is one thing that I am personally sure that EVERYONE goes through. They are just too ashamed to admit it!<br />
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5) <u>Getting Pissed</u><br />
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When its that time of the month I tend to throw horrible temper tantrums very reminiscent of the ones I used to throw during the difficult adolescent phase. In fact, I still scream, get teary eyed and need a warm glass of milk to calm me down except that the warm glass of milk is now a cold glass of wine.<br />
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6) <u>Blankey protects me from the ghosts at night</u><br />
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The fact that I cant sleep without my Blankey (this blanket I've had for years) is common knowledge to most people who know me. What isn't common knowledge is the reason for it. As a child I used to convince myself that it had magical powers to protect me from the imaginary monsters under my bed. Though i no longer believe in magic (I DONT OK???) it still gives me a sense of security when I wake up at night.<br />
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7) <u>I have a Blankey</u><br />
How many 21 year old people do you know who sleep with their baby blanket that they have named anyway?<br />
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As anyone who studies in my college would know, guest lectures are somewhat of a commonplace in our lives. Especially this year we have had a sudden and drastic increase in the number of people who are interested in being known as "guests" who "lecture" which brings me to wonder why on earth ANYBODY would want to be that.<br />
As you might have guessed I am sitting in a "guest lecture" now which has this dude giving us gyaan about various things regarding the SEBI and something about companies which personally I dont really care about. The funniest part is that I think he just said something along the lines of " this is only going to bore you." If he knows that then why is he bringing it up?!?!?!? And now because I have been spotted with my laptop I've been given the duty of writing down the questions asked and answers recieved. FUCK MY LIFE!<br />
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So anyway, after all that, we did finally manage to reach class albeit a little late. Just sat through taxation that had the elements of a badly made Bollywood movie, with the teacher screaming and eventually feeling guilty and a student emotionally blackmailing her by refusing to take attendance. Pretty Petty.<br />
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For today, we have two classes attendance which is 50 % of today. Considering that my attendance totally so far is only 25 I should be freaking out a little more but thanks to the values that my college has instilled in me I don't care about things like attendance or even academics anymore.<br />
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Anyway, my friends are now beginning to express their disapproval with my new blogging habit and making snide comments about the difference between real friends and virtual friends and how one shouldn't lose the former for the latter etc. So I should pack up now and get down to NCC, which by the way is a place that I will soon be making an entry on as it serves as a second home to most of us.<br />
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ADIOS AMIGOSSSS....<br />
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And once again I wake up at 8 20 to realize that I have already missed the first class. This is in spite of Surabhi (my flatmate) playing mommy and forcing me to "go to bed" by 12. We have done everything from put 5 alarms to googling how to wake up in the morning, nothing really seems to help somehow. Any suggestions?</div>
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I see another TNG coming. (A TNG meaning Term Not Granted which is what happens to people who don't have adequate attendance.)</div>
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I have been told that the best time to write on your blog is when you have loads of work to do and really cant afford to be wasting time on things such as blog writing. I find that to be increasingly true as I have only come back here now after 3 years of law school that involved me mostly lolling around in bed all day debating with myself whether or not to attend college ( the latter usually winning the debate) and basically stuff like that. </div>
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Today however, i am stuck with 30 articles to be submitted, a moot to prepare for and 15 exams to give making blog writing seem oh so fun an activity and strangely oh so important as well. Anyway, from today, I shall it a point to keep making updates on anything relevant that may or may not happen during the week. This weekend should be my next post as our class has, after 3 years of being together, decided to party as one for the first time. This has obviously resulted in a lot of excitement about what we like to call the "BA WEEKENDER" (As we are the BA LLB class as opposed to BBA LLB) which may sound lame to most people, but that's the best part about our class, they really dont seem to care about people or what they think.</div>
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So, I shall log off for now, in case there is anything exciting happening I may log back before the weekend. Ciao</div>
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