That little thing called Pride

Std 3,DAV

"motiii " he shouted again.Now that was something I just could not tolerate back then.At least not infront of the whole class when I am doing my job of writing the names of the disturbing elements of my class.Had it been any other situation I would have retorted "no i am not".And I was not for that matter.But that hurt my pride.
How could he have insulted me in my bastion! My class teacher never took the trouble of asking me the form of disturbance.so there was his name,written at the top of the list of six disturbing elements.He was a true man.He didn't beg like others to remove his name.They all got punished.I was satisfied,I had performed my duty well.we didn't talk that day.His best friend talked to me though.He was comparatively more civilized.

Later that day,in evening he called me up for asking what the homework was.while I was at it I heard somebody call him.."sheikhu sheikhu" from behind .I couldn't stop laughing."sheikhu... hahahaha" .He told me that it was his servant's name.As if I was going to believe that.I knew everyone in his family,even his servant's name.I knew how his grandmom runs after him with a glass of milk in morning,how she had once fallen in a pit because of him,what all lies he tells to his mom.. just everything.
Even he realized I guess how bad he was at lying or may be how intelligent I was.:)

"I will tell everybody in class tomorrow."
"Do whatever you want.I told you it's not my name"
I was still laughing.
"still I will",I said.
"Just tell me what else did she ask us to do."
"okay I have a proposition for you,you dont call me moti,n I will keep my mouth shut"
"Do whatever you want.bye"
"okay bye!" ofcourse it was already disconnected.Rude.

Next day,not even once did he call me "moti".I guess the peace treaty was implicitly signed by both of us.School hours ended,the bell rang and we all headed towards our home. we lived in d same locality."sheikhu",sheikhu's best friend,few classmates and I.sheikhu's home was the closest to our school.And mine the farthest.It was a small peaceful area so even though we were kids we used to go back home alone on our little feet.

There were two ways to go back.One ,you follow the main path.The other one was shorter(according to him,I never felt that way) but one had to cross a
sandy area lined by mango trees on it's left.It was sort of a little mango garden.And it was always him who suggested to go through the "shorter" one.He liked the
way sand filled up his shoes and scattered around while removing shoes and socks.That day was no exception.We all started walking that way.As we were passing the mango garden he pointed towards a raw big mango on one of the trees and said ,"It's big ...and fat.. just like her." Giggles all around. Now that was it.Violation.He had not called me "what-he-wasnt-supposed-to-say" but that just got me.

"His pet name is sheikhu!",I shouted.
"moti moti moti moti !" Now he found the treaty violated.Dumb.
I was in a fit of anger.I looked around,found a broken broom and hit him once.He hit me back.And then I beat him repetitevely.He did the same with his hands.
Nobody came to our rescue as it was a hot summer afternoon and that "shortcut" was a little secluded.However our classmates were sensible enough to stop it soon.But the damage was done.I reached home and my father noticed the scratches n bruises all over.He asked me, "who did this?" I told him.Of course my version of the story.He immediately called my principal and had a talk.I couldn't listen despite my desperate efforts.My mom didn't say much against that stupid little "sheikhu".May be she knew that I wasn't that innocent as I sounded.


Next day,at school everybody got to know about our little fight.They had the proofs to see all over our hands,his elbow,my knee.During our 7th period,second last
before they used to call it a day,a peon entered our class and informed the teacher that principal ma'm had called the two of us.Now I was scared.what if he tells her that I hit him first.what if she asks me to stand outside her office for half n hour as punishment,what if all my classmates see me,
that would be so embarrassing.what if all my friends get to know that I was scolded.Nothing mattered to me more than my dignity and my pride.I had never been
punished,never scolded and I was the class leader.I checked everyone's nails,shoes and decided who should be sent outside the assembly line.I cannot be punished.we entered her office.she heard both of us,scolded both of us,warned us and sent us back.She had always been nice to me.This hurt me more.

I wept while returning.His eyes were red.I didn't know how to face my class.when we were about to enter our class his friend asked what happened.He gave one frightening red look,punched the wall(guys!!!) and went inside.I capitalized on that.I immediately brought a winning smile on my face and entered with my head held high.The battle was won.My pride was still intact.Our reaction clearly indicated what had happened in there.Who was scolded and who wasn't. :)

chai-paani

WHAT ELSE COULD I HAVE WISHED FOR...

Friendship day, most probably this is the most awaited day particularly when you are in college, valentine’s day being the second.Ah! I can justify that.
Each one of us more or less fall into at least one of these categories:

*For all those who are single and dying for any companion with whom they can walk in the campus holding hands, mostly freshers : to start off nothing could be better than friendship day.

* Those singles who are on the verge of losing hope of getting any girlfriend/boyfriend in coming years of college life: Only support they have is friends!

*Committed ones : Since even their love story (in most cases) would have started from friendship, this day becomes worth celebrating. Further they just need some excuse to celebrate!

*And now those who don’t fall in any of the above mentioned categories, (like me !) ,simply love their friends a lot, and are not much interested in any sort of commitment kind of thing, the only day left for them to celebrate is this day...

It is third which I am celebrating here in college, and must admit have the best lot of friends any one has here. (It’s not vanity rather pride! :)) Each one of us thinks it this way about our friends, right? That’s the beauty. I have always been lucky when it comes to friends,(something I am too proud of) right from childhood (especially those during tenth standard... :) love you guys and miss you a looooooottttt...and yes when are you people planning to send me cards?? Waiting...)

Let’s be little materialistic now. What gift, if any, from your friend would make you happier this day?( don’t tell me that you don’t want anything ... puhleeeezzzzzz)
Ok, let me tell you what I got today ...

A card, of course with some sentimental piece of writing(already printed), so touching. What ? Quite clichéd ?yes it was ,yet exhilarating! But this isn’t what made me go gaga over. It had one more line in my dear friend’s handwriting...

To my best ‘best friend’...

What else could I have wished for? And the card further read...

When it’s raining heavily outside
I will be there for with an umbrella,
When the heat gets unbearable
I’ll be there to offer you shade,
When you need a shoulder to lean on
Trust me to provide you with one,
When you need someone to talk to
I’ll always be there to listen...
No matter what I’ll always be there for you

You will and you still do..
Thank you.


PS:Those who don't fit into any of those categories are too flirtatious to fit in. ;)

BACK TO COLLEGE

I am here in VIT, :) after such a long vacation. while I was back at my home I yearned badly for few things... hotdogs of quick bytes(mayonnaise ) , I am just a little too particular about it ... it’d be yummier if you walk and have it (hm... walk and talk, walk and have ,walk and eat ,run and have... nah, not good! Don’t judge me by this. Just trying to get some inspiration from idea’s advertisement ... :) ) the more haste you are in, tastier the hotdog gets , sitting idle in fc and of course masti with friends. But now that I am here I don’t want to be here, yeah quite whimsical of me.

Everything has suddenly accelerated up and I have almost halted. Unlike previous semesters we have got teachers who teach and subjects which we’ll have to study long before the exams, not the day before. Class project, IBM project, placements, packages, certification exams, higher studies, Mtech , gre, gmat, cat ( classes of which are going to ruin our weekends :( ), gravitas and lots more people are talking about – things sooooo not of my interest(still I will have to get myself engaged in them) . ‘I am in 3^rd year now’ this realization every now and then is enough to give me the creeps!

Only relief was two birthday celebrations in a row and one of them was absolutely “ROCKING” (in golden dragon, it has replaced spice garden), we (my group of friends here) were on a laughing spree that day (after a such a long time), although our entire conversation revolved around just THREE topics, ;) it was fun. I was more than content. But the icing on the cake was yet to come. As we were about to leave we were asked to wait, and eventually they came up with this amazingly delicious, mouth-watering ice cream, ON THE HOUSE!!! While one of us was busy taking pictures,we had it like gluttons (And I realized it again-we have evolved from monkeys!!!) I simply had a whale of a time... thanks a lot my dear bags of crap!!!

(I am not sorry my dear, for stealing your terminology! :) )

TIDBITS-1 (RAKHI KA SWAYAMVAR) :)

I am pretty sure that none of you’d have checked out this new “reality” show- rakhi ka swayamvar – being aired on ndtv imagine , courtesy Rakhi sawant. So let me enlighten you. :) Here it goes...
Rakhi is supposedly looking for a perfect match, with whom she can spend her life happily with.In her words, “yes, it’s true. I’d be selecting one out of 16 competent contenders. They all love me a lot. (lucky girl! 16 ?!! ) Earlier Sita and kaikayi had the opportunity of choosing their respective husbands through swayamvar, and now I am glad to have this opportunity. (Sita, kaikayi and Rakhi sawant ,what a sequence!) ” Gosh! I read it in the newspaper and (unfortunately!) that very day while surfing through tv channels I ended up watching it until its drama started getting my goat!

Those “competent contenders” include sales manager, businessman, engineer, marriage bureau owner and of course many more callings... They are asked to perform few tasks based upon which they are left in or out of the contention.
And one of the contestants concedes, “I have been following “Rakhi ji” for long and can feel her even if she is 1500 kms apart”. Great nasal power!!!! :)

Rakhi expressed full sympathy with the guy who had to leave in that particular episode and his mother as well, “I am sorry. I cannot be your daughter-in-law.”
It seems we’ll have to stick for long with friends, HIMYM, Prison Break and the likes for pure entertainment.
So, don’t watch it unless you want to be left seething, irked and have the capability to put up with all this nonsense. And as my dear friend says, “Any impression is good impression”, similarly any publicity is good publicity, they ought to pay me for this! :)

ENLIGHTENMENT

I was sitting idle (quite expected, ha?) when I found myself lost in some long forgotten incidents...and thus had to pen it down.
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(X: F, Y: M)
(X to an extremely lean friend, sporting big and heavy shoes!)
X: Don’t you think that these heavy shoes are not appropriate for you?
I mean, they aren’t looking good on you!
Y: Excuse me! These are woodland’s!
X: SO????????????????????????????
(Voila! no matter how your personality is...If you have any of the woodland’s shoes, you don’t have to worry at all about your footwear, not even its size!)
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(Peter England’s showroom, Vellore)
X: It’s so good! (Expecting Mr. Y to reciprocate)
Y: (Totally indifferent) yeah...It’s quite similar to my blue shirt.
X: (having no idea of that “blue” shirt) yeah?
Y: Don’t you know? All my ‘shirts’ are of Peter England only...
(Thank you for the gyaan)
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Ah! One more conversation...
(MB ,VIT)
Y: That’s why when you travel by air... you have?
X: Nope, never!
Y: (almost shouting...) what? How is it possible? You haven’t ever travelled by air? Nowadays every other person travels by plane!
(Welcome to the real world my dear ridiculous snob! :))

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Girls love flashing their accessories and bragging about them, they easily get jealous, bitch a lot, cannot appreciate others (and God only knows what else!!!!) -this has been one of the credos we have grown up with, haven’t we? But obvious, guys are deemed to possess qualities opposite to those. Even I believed it before joining VIT (I am no exception to it) and thus met various people with varying attitudes, above mentioned conversations being just a few of my experience! Ah! Certainly I am not against the ‘preference-to-branded-items’ over non-branded ones or expensive over cheap! Instead what I have observed in past two long years of stay at VIT is a burgeoning sense of flaunting expensive items, jealousy and backbiting among “guys” (at least ‘I’ have met such guys) .
A girl would go for anything that fancies her whether it is a highly priced outfit (of course within her financial constraints),or a kurta (or ’kurti’ whatsoever it is correctly called) picked up from some street side shop! And above all she’d happily concede it... “hey you know what, I got it just for rs. 90!”, “really? Where did you get it from?”...and it would go on...
A guy on the other hand wouldn’t even glance at anything cheap (if his pocket permits) and if he does, he won’t ever utter a word about it!
They gloat, won’t digest other’s success; and call themselves competitive.
They backbite and whine, calling it sharing-their-feelings, which if done by a girl is termed as bitching...
They may make up stories and tell whoppers (trust me, they may be bigger than any girl would ever tell!), just to get around to gaining your sympathy. (Of course here ‘your’ refers to girls!) Some of the poor girls who nail their lies have to still put up with such guys, thanks to their ingrained modesty.
They’d give legions of advice, but would hardly listen to others; stubborn.
They love to mock others, but cannot bear anybody who reciprocates.
Even they possess such mean feelings! Where does the difference lie? In packaging. Yeup! They wrap it up with the good old words - truthfulness, sincerity, competitiveness – which girls don’t! :)
I can see ‘THE CREDO’ shattering, can you? :)

P.S: My opinion is certainly not a generalisation. It’s just that I have met many such amusing creatures here. :) Even you’d have, haven’t you?

ONE SPOON OR TWO? :)

I have been fooling around for almost a month now, :) getting up somewhere around eight (ah! I know, it’s quite early for few people!), and sticking to the idiot box. (Gosh! it has become so dramatic these days, you won’t find much difference between news channels and saas-bahu serials! I’d love to come back on that sometime later...) And how can I not mention gtalk in this really long doing-nothing list? As for now it’s efficiently behaving as lullaby. :) I am loving it....................
So it was during one of these really busy routine of mine that surprisingly I was asked by my mother to prepare tea for her. For those who are wondering why surprisingly... my sister being a tea addict herself is always called in for such chores, not me. It’s not that I hate things related to cooking but I don’t love it either...:D Anyways at first I looked out for her, she was nowhere to be seen. No wonder my mother had asked me!
Last time when I had prepared tea was some three years back...I remember I was in 12th.My father had asked me to prepare four cups of tea. (again...neither my sister nor my mother were at home that day. So I was the chosen one.)
Anyways I ventured into it, mixed two cups of milk into equal amount of water, and added tea and sugar accordingly. (I still have no idea what amount does that “accordingly“ actually correspond to? :) :) ) It really had good taste and smell. What went wrong? Have patience my dear...As I started pouring it into cups I realized that two cups of water and milk each, had turned out into ONE cup of tea!!!!!!!!!!(Meanwhile I had all the guests waiting longingly for “THE TEA” :) ) Albeit I had miserably failed in it, I had the courage to prepare it again and serve them. Don’t ask me whether it was appreciated or not. I was quite happy that ultimately I had prepared something that could indisputably be called as tea and didn’t taste bitter........ :) :) :) :)
And then....once I was done with my schooling, I never had a chance to be involved into any such thing.
But now there I was, standing in the kitchen with milk, water, tea, sugar all in my vicinity with absolutely no idea of proportions in which they should be mixed together.(yeah, I know the ingredients! ). For milk and sugar at least I had inkling that adding them in equal proportion wouldn’t make it bad. Since I didn’t intend to relive my last experience of making tea, I resolved that adding all those ingredients appropriately for two cup of tea would eventually leave me with one cup at least!(Let me remind you, in case owing to my digressing talks you have forgotten that I was asked to prepare one cup!) And I did so...added one cup of milk and one of water, but then got stuck , how much tea and sugar should I add? One spoon or two? One,two,one,two....

I added half spoon of tea at first, felt it was quite inadequate (visually....), then half more, then a smidgen of it and then one more pinch! :) :) :) :)
Again same confused procedure was repeated for sugar as well. I ended up with one and a half cup of tea, one of which I happily gave to my mother and the other one to my sister. My mother finished it off quickly.(???????..............) :) I could see the other one kept on the table, she was about to have her first sip, I felt an urge to have it. I almost ran, snatched and had one sip, and with same pace I had to spit it out.......... :)
(Don’t ask me to describe it. Please have some mercy on my nerves... :) )
I can’t even prepare a nice cup of tea let alone cooking food! :) :) :) :) Just thinking of my future mother-in-law.......... :D :D :D