The Good ol Bad guys!!!

   The City of "blah blah blah"..where everybody is having a great time... until there comes this evil guy who tries to destroy, or steal something and after a lot of destruction, to save the city from this bad guy, this super hero comes flying to the rescue, beats up the bad guy...and TADA!!!The day is saved..Peace restored..all thanks to "THE GOOD GUY!"BLEH!!!A typical super hero story...where the Super hero with super powers emerges victorious..

   But what about the bad guy??No body...I repeat...NOBODY ever talks about him..People don't even bother to remember his name!!Now how mean is that...

   Have you guys even noticed that these villains are the most hard working people you might have ever heard of?

   They spend half their lives trying to make a perfect, fail proof plan to achieve their mission. They make the most innovative arms of destruction, they even have scheduled dates to execute their plans.(disciplined people these villains i tell you..)

   

   And every one of them is a fashionista, with beautifully tailored outfits and make up to go with it.(Joker from Batman for instance, he sure needs patience to keep painting his face every now and then!)And yet all we notice is that hefty guy with a cape, a mask and an underwear over his pants flying around   with some hideous trumpet music playing in the background.Like seriously!these super-heroes ought to get themselves a make over..sheesh!

  In my opinion these super heroes are just high headed show off's.They misuse their powers even..You don't agree? 

  What about spider man? He goes around town disguised as a pizza delivery boy just to eves drop on the latest gossip around town.(such a girl) 

   And Batman? that guys got some major issues..hes a lil CUCKOOOO in the head if you ask me..'cause he does not have any super powers, and the only other person he has for company is a butler, so all he does is build some super cool gadgets underground and pretend he is a super hero too(such a wannabe).

   Superman, this guy thinks hes really smart. He actually thinks just a pair of glasses and a lock of hair dangling on his forehead is enough to make people not notice that he is the same guy who wears a red thong over girly blue slacks..(weirdo)

   Why am I supporting the bad guys you ask me? If you look into this more carefully, these people have been humiliated and rejected a lot of times when they were just normal people. Some sort of injustice or a troubled childhood turns into a growing feeling of vengeance and that is why they turn bad. Not their fault really..

    Some of them turn bad just to give these super heroes a chance to show off their super powers. But instead of being grateful these super heroes, wait for the bad guys to do a lot of damage and after all that hard work they come beat them up and go away..why cant they just pretend like they are beating them, instead of giving them such bad bruises!(SADISTS!!)

   Not only that...These villains are faithful people..They focus all their attention and hatred on just one particular superhero..Day after day they plot against the same guy..And do these, so called "GOOD GUYS" appreciate this?NAH!!! they just go kicking ass of any random villain who comes up..No commitment in relationships at all!!Now obviously anyone would be fuming with anger at such disrespectful behavior!

  

   Do you still think these villains should be deprived of the spotlight? Don't you think you should start collecting more action figures and posters of villains instead of these superheroes?Give it a thought..Support a bad guy for a change.. and make this world a better place..( Start by teaching Grown up men to wear their undies first and then their pants)..

PEACE OUT!!

Phir bhi dil hai Hindustani...

         There is a warm feeling of affection I get when I say I am an Indian...

   
        There is a feeling of oneness when I see a hundred people at a movie theater, coming  from different walks of life, who have made it on time to watch a long awaited movie, yet patiently rise and wait in silence as the National Anthem is played...

   
        There is a feeling of pride in every Indians heart as we watch 11 men in blue representing the nation, holding up the WORLD CUP!!!

   
        We are Indians...approximately 1 billion brown people crammed together, who still wont complain about the others body odor.

   
         We are Indians, who will push, curse and nearly throttle each other to get a seat in a crowded bus but will automatically bow down and touch the other person and then touch our chest as a gesture asking for forgiveness for just having even brushed our toes against the other person.

   
        We will sit back and watch as a minister loots us, then create havoc and just an apology will be enough to melt our hearts and elect him as a minister once again..

   
         We will eat at the most expensive restaurants, get that half a bowl of left over rice packed and take it home along with a napkin loaded with the mouth freshener that came with the bill..C'mon!!We paid for it!!

  
        Window shopping!!!Our favorite pastime..Roam around designer boutiques, make the salesperson pull out every piece available. Scratch and stretch the garment when no ones looking, ask for the price and say "arrey!!yeh same to same piece waha Ramlal ke dukaan me 200 me mill rahaa hain..chalo kam karo!!"

  
        Despite all this and the differences we have when it comes to standing up for each other...We are quite selfless...

    
        Because cheap or large hearted, rebels or tolerant...Jo bhi ho..phir bhi dil hai Hindustani!! 

    

   

  

Change is Constant!!

     "your not the child i once dotted over any more..","you were once a bright student..whats happened to you now..", "your not the person i once fell in love with...", "it's no fun with you any more..."...lines like these...how often have you  come across them?? never??then your the person saying these lines...

      Change..they say, is good for us...good for the society...then why is change the very reason for people to go away from us...Why is it that we lose trust, faith, love because of "change"!!

    Parents want their children to be the same little one's who once listened to every word they said, and did everything they asked them to do..But do they not realise that as they grew up..they made decisions for themselves too??Didn't they once upon a time NOT listen to their parents too??

      My dad for instance..He had the best time of his life when he was young...but now that he's done and seen everything, he says "why do you want to do it? Its no fun..i am telling you...don't waste time on silly things like that..."..How will i know whether it's fun or no unless I do it myself.?.How can i tell whether the rain will give me a cold unless i go get wet in it? How will I know whether I am allergic to that roadside junk food unless i go eat it..?Isn't it by falling umpteen times that i learnt how to walk?Why didn't you stop me back then? If you knew that id get hurt why didn't you let me just crawl around?Because you knew it was necessary...so is this..So let me change...let me see for my self..I am your little daughter and you have to trust me enough to know that I will come back to you when I fall:)Why, instead, am i being labelled a "REBEL"?

    When in school I scored well and my teacher praised me...she looked at me with so much love and affection..Then why, when I grew up and screwed up a particular exam,did that opinion about me change? Why did she look at me with disgust instead of sitting me down and asking me whether something was keeping me from concentrating on my academics?Why did she just give up on me and find another favorite instead when she knew my potential?Why was I labelled "WORTHLESS"

   When in college I fell in love..Found someone who laughed at my silly jokes, When I thought the two of us would keep each other laughing and smiling forever, Why when at some point of time when I was low for a few days,did that person fail to understand me?Why did he say "Its no fun with you anymore!!you've changed..YOUR A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PERSON NOW!!" Why did he not try to figure out what was troubling me and cheer me up??Why was i labelled "INDIFFERENT".

   Constant..is what they want from us...Constant good behavior, Constant performance, constant sense of humor, Constant Love..blah blah blah...Change is what people do not know to deal with..change is what they are afraid of...They do not realize that they have to deal with it some day or the other..because change is a part of life.

Change is Constant!!!

GROUNDED!!!!!

Sometimes it can be very difficult to put across your thoughts to people. You rehearse it a million times when they aren't in front of you, but the minute you see them your mind just shuts down. Does this sound like something that happens to you when you want to tell someone you have a crush on them? Hhhhmmmm... Maybe...
     But that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about what happens to me when i have to ask my H.O.D for permission to participate in some upcoming event, or when i have to ask my dad for permission to go for a movie. Yes...Very easy when you have a good record of academics or even just good behaviour. But when you have screwed up so bad...and your parents have had to meet the principal regarding your monkey business in class...NOT EASY!!!
     Yes, I am an engineering student. An upcoming professional, and am not allowed to take part in activities any more because i have been selected in all the events to be conducted this semester and my H.O.D thinks that is going to distract me from studies..
     OK fine!!! he's right!!! But DUDE!!!Who call's parents to college to complain about their daughter!!! A 20 year old daughter who is being treated like a mischievous 5 year old!!! What the hell!!!
     This is the plight of our colleges these days. They expect us to be mature, act all professional and stop fooling around..but eventually end up treating us like we cant even handle a plate of food without wearing a bib.
     Imagine this..You've planned the entire day, a movie, then lunch, then the beach and maybe to one of your Friends place in the evening. That's when your dad gets a message from your college which says "Dear sir. Your ward has not attended control systems classes for the past 2 days. Kindly justify her absence". You go up to him and say "I'l be late. Don't wait for me OK. I'll have dinner and be back by 9." The stare that he gives you at that moment!!!You'd just wish you were dead!!!
                     and there you are...GROUNDED FOR A WEEK!!!
Ha!!!Life...can be so simple and yet soooo complicated...Life at Sahyadri???Just forget the word simple...

All those lessons to be learnt...

     Everyday we learn something new...sometimes its something we knew as a child but had forgotten about...sometimes its something we have never come across..Something as simple as a new word or language, and sometimes as tricky as learning a musical instrument...Everyday brings you something to look forward to.
    There are things we learn out of interest, and things we learn out of force...We sometimes learn things because we like the person who's teaching us, and skip a few things we are supposed to learn because we don't like the teacher.
     Learning is something we do even subconsciously. While sitting with your Friends at a near by food joint and enjoying your Vada paav, though your listening to your Friends story about her latest crush and just watching the vendor making the vada's your brain is subsequently processing the method of making those finger licking good vada's.
     But again learning ain't that simple either...As a child it took me really long to figure out the difference between the colours violet and indigo. Today its taking me so long to figure out the difference between Swapping two variables and Exchanging two variables.
     Now learning doesn't stop there. If you master subjects and all that textual knowledge also, You still have people to study. It took you long to understand your parents when they told you what to do and what not to, Then it took them real long to understand you when you told them whats right and what's wrong. Then there are Friends and neighbours and so many individuals whom we come across, whom we have to understand and live along with.
     Phew!!!A brain of about 6 cm radius and the amount of information to be stored in it!!! No wonder we switch off during class..Even machines have load limit...We are still human!!
     Now now....I'm not saying its impossible....am I...learning is not all that complicated after all.All you need is an open mind and a little observation...and you can learn all you want!!!
                  So pay attention my Friends...there's too little time and too much to gather!!!
                

those were the days...

Remember back then when we walked back home together?

Remember how every morning we ran to school?

Remember when we sat under that tree and ate each other’s lunch?

Back then, back then....Do you remember?

     It's surprising how quickly time flies by...wasn’t it just yesterday, when I got out of kindergarten and looked up at mom, with a wide smile....I said “no more school from tomorrow, I can sleep as much as I want now. I’m a big girl now...right mamma?"And the way that smile jus faded away when mom shook her head. I guess I had realized that very moment that it was going to be a lot more than just sacrificing a few hours of sleep and a few hours of play. There was a lot more that I would have to give up...a lot more...Like friends, and the good times I spent with them.

     I have always been a mischievous kid. Some still categorize me as hyperactive. But back then in elementary school this happy go lucky nature of mine got me into a lot of trouble. The umpteen times that my parents were called to school left them with comments like ’She runs around class screaming I am a pop star when I’m teaching.. .’…’She crawls under desks and ties other students’ shoe laces together’ (Christina being my favorite target!!)…and the most common complaint…’SHE JUS WONT STOP TALKING!!!!’

     High school was different. The more I spoke the more my teachers encouraged me. Nonstop commentary during lectures, Paper ball fights in class became my pass time. In 10^th grade when I became head girl, it was big news..coz it was the most unexpected thing that could have ever happened. Teachers who thought I was too naughty to be given the reins of the school wear proved wrong. Though the naughty me didn’t fade away with responsibilities. My friends got away with a lot of things. & those whom I wasn’t very fond of???well…they had a tough time*wink*

    Pre university was a completely different world. New friends, The aloysian choir, The bunking  and everyday music sessions…we even fooled our principal into giving us 100% attendance(courtesy Mr.Jason Rego) If only it had lasted longer…

     Just two years of all that and we had to leave it all behind…move on and focus on more serious things…like career..

     At Sahyadri ive made more friends, more memories and have met more people whom can look up to. But this will also be gone one day, even this will have to be left behind and some day I will look back and say “those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end…”

The Day that i was "IT"!!!

     7:00a.m, and my bed still feels so cozy, comfortable and welcoming...as i dragged myself outa bed.Then came that hot water shower...chilly weather and steaming hot water...now who would wanna get outa there???but then..as they say..."A mans gotta do what a mans gotta do". ;)
     Finally managed to reach college on time.Two hours of class and there came my saviours..."Athmi Rai's got practice for college day...She's been called"Such a simple sentence...but can sometimes save lives...like it did mine..
    Then began the the non stop music, the locking, the popping...the HIP HOPPING!!!7 hours of running around, jumping up and down, and then music calls again...This time, its our musicians.
    The head banging and distortion had been restricted to only after class hours.Wonderin why??'cause its Sahyadri college of engineering.College hours here are meant only for mental torture, after which you can jam and remortalise yourselves.And thats exactly what we did.
    But just look at the plight of us music lovers..all we get, as encouragemant from the college, is a 3*8 room, with no lights, no fans...jus points to plug in our instruments and the feeling of "SECRECY"We just feel like we are on some super important mission that  no one should know about, and thats why we are put in some underground cave where we are literally crammed up and sticking to each other!! All this...just to keep the music in people alive.Gawd!!!we are such selfless social workers.Anyway..as i was saying..Three more hours of saving the world wit our dose of  MUSIC and we were blessed with a visit from the pro drummer and guitarist of St.Aloysius college.Mr.Henster & Mr.Kevin..well you would know if you were there..the look on everyones faces when they played for us!!The awe and worship in everyones eyes when Henster did his roll and Kevin did his S**T!!Now thats why they are ALOYSIANS and we are...well...sahyadrians!!!
     Dark corridors that resounded just our laughter and footsteps led us out of sahyadri at 8:00pm, followed by a game of "your IT!!"(this is our version of that silly game u guys play and call catching catching.We just make it sound all hep!!)and a wheely by Dhanush that left Elton screaming outa fear.
    I was given the priviledge of SHOT GUN!!(yes, another fancy term we use when someone gets the priviledge of sitting in the front seat of Rolans Bolero)A drive to Dhattha nagar...as i appreciated the beauty of namma kudla, sitting on those rocks..the cellular phone brought me bad news.Yes!!it was moi mother!!!Curfew time had been far exceeded!!This called for desperate measures!!
     Jump back in, Hit reverse gear and head straight back home!!!
     Another day of fun and frolic ended with the threat to life imprisonment at the Rai residence.
     11:00pm:Back home, at my desk, writing to you about today...The Day that i was "IT"!!!

Elloooo people...
This blog is bout the things, people and incidents that make my life.An average college going girl(well...that is if a 19 year old can still be called a "GIRL")with dreams and ambitions that soar high ,with a loving and caring family, with freinds who keep her from tumbling down those stairs of reality and most importantly..ART that has brought life to those thoughts and ideas that pop up every now and then in this lil head of mine..It becomes very difficult to express what your feeling or whats going on in your head at times, and thats when ART comes to my rescue..
So this blog is dedicated to this gift of ART that i've been bestowed with.
I guess thats it for today.
keep reading people...theres a lot coming up:)
signing off-Art and me!!!