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December 29, 2012

Let us live, Mother India!

Dear Mother India,

You lost your dignity a few days back, no it was not because you were blamed for your character.Your daughter, in your own lap was gang raped. I can not explain what kind of psychopathic rape it was, and she fought for twelve days against those injuries and the soul tried to be in the very body. She failed. Honestly it was a miracle she could survive these many days.Your morality, your dignity, your respect everything is killed today,not only with this brave heart but with all those girl every minute getting raped in this country.

The leaders who were suppose to protect you and your people are busy indulging in making money and saving criminals from their deeds taking the shelter of corruption  Sad, but they are those bunch of people who were elected by us. In a way we failed. We, common people includes women who are harassed sexually in different ways, every day, have failed to voice our rights. When those males comment on us, touch different parts of our bodies in the bus or the train, scan us with dirty eyes, we failed to answer them back. We were taught to keep quiet as these people are suppose to have link ups with politicians who might save them and torture us.When our male friends are allowed to roam around anytime anywhere, we are taught to come back before dark for our safety, we are asked to wear specific apparel.When the three year old gets raped, does she provoke the guy with her clothes?Basically women in this country are not given basic rights.If any of our friends, brothers or uncles try to save us,they are beaten too. All countries have such anti social elements but their law works, their leaders and police work. India yours have stooped down to the level which I can not express.

When I was twelve or something, I was going to my school on my bicycle, I experienced something uncommon, a person on the scooter tried to touch me in a weird way. I was shocked, scared and uncomfortable  No, I did not tell this to my parents, I had seen those movies. Parents should not feel bad. The same incident had variations in coming years, from bad to worst. I still argued with everyone that I love you the way you are, I had faith that some day the system will bring justice.I dared to go alone anywhere, anytime if needed.Not any more. I am scared to death now. I don't feel safe anywhere and now when my parents ask me when will I come back home every evening I don't get angry. I just save my soul, suppress my feelings and come back home relieved that I am alive.

Mother India, you will be raped too with each girl in this country. May be this is your fate. If you don't want this fate, let us raise our voices. Let us slap all those males who rape us with eyes and dirty touches everyday. Let us give painful 'life' to those rapists. Let us live, for God's sake.

An angry female soul.

December 27, 2012

And I have no words for my Mumbai trip!

No India trip can take shape without a Mumbai trip. Though it was a very short (For a city like Mumbai) for me I could do *somethings* I had thought of. Oh yeah I had a tiny Mumbai trip this time when I am in India!

The Mumbai Morning on the railway platform was obviously excited as I met my bro buddy after six months and of then the fun filled ride started off. My short office visit made me nostalgic and met all those people who loved me, cared for me and supported me when I was working  jumping there. Though it was not possible to meet every one for a longer period of time, as I was messing up with my hundred jobs to be done in the awesome city, I know many many buddies out there is cursing me for not meeting up properly.

The reception of my Cubicle partner Z was an awesome inter cultural experience with some charismatic and some comic personalities around me. My friend Shana of course made an extra effort to take a day off on 24th on his 'Happy wala birthday' which ended up in two trips to Star Bucks, The Dabang- 2 and a roller coaster auto rickshaw ride.Somethings never ever change and one of them is my love for Mumbai and Mumbaikars. Ah, and of course our chit chats full of leg pulling sessions.

The quick hug from my dream city (again a dream!), costly auto rickshaw rides with my best buddies, functions full of chirps and of course the very homely feeling which was absolutely absent in Singapore except visits to her place.

Every night I wanted to stop the clock and rewind it again to the first day of the trip. I craved to be with my friends again and again every day and I still do. I love the speed of the city, the way it adapts to needs of every stranger- be it a pair of Pav vada or a pair of stylish shoes. The city offers everything to every one here.

Sometimes it feels rude when I say I love Mumbai more than Ahmedabad now, may be becuase my small town is no more the small one and suddenly I have lost the connection. The only place makes me super warm in Ahmedabad is my sweet home and in Mumbai, well even the super polluted air-slums make me high. There is no point in comparison though and I digress.

Christmas charols all around in the city and those coffee-lunch sessions with my buddies, the awesome comfort of my friend's amazing home in the only huge township in Mumbai made it the best ever tiny trip.

With lots of tears in the end when I started for Ahmedabad again.

I have no words to express more than this!

December 18, 2012

Click for colour Green.

We had a huge garden at my old home, of course it was not that good. Ahmedabad is a city where a dessert takes birth every summer and by the time a sapling nurtures itself again the next summer returns  Though it was my papa's hard work ,my mom's help and a little bit of help from me and my brother (We were more interested in messing up with Mitti and Pani!) we could cultivate it. Any way nostalgia did not stop us from keeping ourselves away from the colour green.

At my new home, in the big balcony we have, papa and mom managed to create the same atmosphere if not the whole garden after months.It was tough and it is still tough to maintain. Papa also made a 'Green Parda' for 'green kids' to protect them from the harsh sunlight of the city.

I decided to capture some clicks of my favorite corner!







December 17, 2012

Flushing out?

When I was in Singapore, I had some unknown and yet gorgeous dreams in my eyes about India. All are being felt now. One very rare feeling is being cultivated in a corner of my heart. Something is gripping me hard to this land and I am afraid I have to leave India in a month's time for my studies.Well, that is after a month and I have other things to worry about.

My comfort couch, a mug of warm milk with old songs in the background and of course plenty of books to read- Heaven is not different for me at this point. I could successfully forget all my tensions and indulge in the world built by those stories in my books-interacting with all personalities in same stories. Life floats on clouds.

After a day or two all my hidden emotions started coming out. Strange enough, in Singapore I did not even felt like flushing out those sentiments- Happy or Sad, except my excitement to harass my roomies who had exams and I was free. Here at home, my soul has chosen  to clean up every small emotion out of my body so that I can nourish some more. I was sure it is for good.

Till last evening. I broke down on some discussions with my parents about shopping of Gold and ornaments. Mom was asking me to accompany her to select some ornaments for me. I know they are slowly preparing for my marriage since many months so that after a year and a half, when I will get married to that Mr.Right (according to my mom's view point), there wont be a sudden financial burden. I agree. Yet, something inside me cried. I broke in front of my parents, after months. I cried. In fact like a kid. My mom and dad both were worried. They asked me about anything I was worried about. The answer was ready,'No'.

I still wonder if it is just 'flushing out' emotions or something else. Life is smooth after the incident.

December 15, 2012

The voice

As I type in the comfort of my home, on my favorite couch with no caffeine in my hand I can feel the wave spreading in my mind. A wave soothing and relaxing me, my mind, my body and the soul.

I agree it is not the effect of my stay at home. In fact I was disturbed in a subconscious way I say. There was no single prominent reason for the little bit shocking state of mind, but still I suffered the little pain.In the morning I avoided talking to any one much and of course my dad again questioned if there was anything which made me worried.Obviously my answer was 'No'. I wanted something which I did not know. No, it did not hurt me or gave me pain, I was just a little bit hassled.

Suddenly a voice called me. I know this voice so much. It is a mirror sometimes, if I sound happy the voice increases it thousand times. If I sound low, it tries  to console and give solutions. If I crib it scolds me such that I will back to my original self.

The voice I heard for some twenty minutes. I was almost floating on the wave in my home, with a feel which adored me, pampered me. I interacted with the voice.The disturbance disappeared and while working after some time of the whole 'voice session', I realized,

Not every one is blessed with the voice. I am.

The voice of my best of best buddy!

December 12, 2012

While and when I reached home!

The long awaited moment was being enjoyed a lot when I started from my hostel to the airport. To keep my excitement on the saner side I decided to talk to the cab driver who was actually eager to know if I was a foreigner or a Singaporean. Those twenty minutes in my life actually made me proud being an Indian, made me aware that cab drivers in Singapore are well educated and knowledgeable personas. The man knew so much about Indian politics, culture, locations and of course good/bad habits of us, Indians. When he waved me 'BYE', I did not realized, it was just a starting, I am going to meet many more persons to call us as my buddies, at least for the journey part.

Two long and boring hours were spent doing window shopping and loosing my way to the correct 'Gate'. No one met me with whom I can start a talk and the reason I jumped from one shop to another to just keep myself calm. After security check in, it happened which did not happen in last three week. I slipped one more time and again the same knee got injured. When an Indian aunty (and none of the airport/airlines staff of Changi bothered about it) came to my rescue and I got the surprise. A friend of my university suddenly appeared from no where, made me sit aside and helped me to walk to the sit in the plane. The pain was so much that I almost cried, which subsided in smiles when I saw the whole flight full of Indian students. Yeah I had like minded people in the boring five hours journey, I enjoyed it to the core.

One of my buddies, as per my idea was waiting outside the International airport who had to manage with all my luggage so that I can enjoy all desi Pavbhaji and other delicious stuff. Those three hours passed in a blink! I ate so much that God knows how I managed to check in for the next flight to my home town. My dear buddy managed to throw the sleepy me inside the airport to take the flight. Of course I knew Air India would cause me more pain, with dull and messy atmosphere all around. No, I avoided everything as my energy was being used by my conscious to keep myself awake till I board the plane. Ones I boarded the plane, it was just sleeping and sleeping for almost forty five minutes followed by hassling on the airport to find my luggage- No administration was good but I was too sleepy even to identify my luggage.

Then I saw my Momma and my not-so-fatty-now-fitness-freak brother waiting for me, outside the arrival lounge  Then I remember only two things, My brother surprised me with a bag which contained life- P.A.N.P.U.R.I. Needless to say I could eat some six-seven, dived in the different world, kept my aching leg in the rear sit and slept off. The other day I found myself in the comfort of that very own warm environment.

Home!

December 9, 2012

So it is that time..

When I am numb enough and not feeling the actual charm. Yes, I am excited and yet a feeling inside me is resisting my mind from making any plans. I want to feel India, India with my own people, my own society, my own cities and my own soul, with all surprises.

I want to breathe in the otherwise polluted air, which is perceived as 'warmth' in my heart. I want to see those unknown and yet familiar faces, Indian faces. Just to connect with. I want to hear all my Indian languages, which I can understand or even better,which I can not. Of course I want to make myself realize that I am yet to explore the 'one' culture of India which includes billions of rituals, believes, thinking and life styles.

It seems I just landed up in Singapore, with eyes full of tears before a few minutes. Moments?Months and now here I am, ready to just fly to India and hug the very same 'my feeling'!

Words are less to explain, feelings are more than intense.

I can just say, 'It is that time...'!!!

Mumbai and Ahmedabad (with many other places I am planning to visit!) Here I come!

December 5, 2012

Numb omens.

I have experienced two kinds of omens like many people do, Good ones and Bad ones. I have recently discovered the third type.

As I am done with my exams and counting days for my India trip (which is 'ten'!), I am able to read numb omens.Let me explain. When my exams were going on, I was pretty excited over excited and sometimes even I found myself nervous about the whole trip- Expectations kill everything. After exams I am excited to a level which is actually not identifiable. I am numb-close to nervous and very close to excitement-If you can get what I mean.

I have decided to not to plan much, I am waiting for the trip to unfold fun with suspense, surprises and mysteries! I am sure some lovely people waiting for me back home are ready to have fun and I will be coming back in a new Avtar with hundreds of sentiments captured in my memory. This trust over destiny doesn't make me feel any better though. I have hundred things to do before I leave, and yet when I steal some time to dream about India I read 'Numb Omens' all over.

I guess, 'Numb Omens' sometimes bring big (and good?) changes in life.

Well, I can just wait, Numb omens!

December 1, 2012

From the 'Elder' sister!

It is that time of the year. On Second December, two decades ago, a series of really amazingly shocking (yeah these two words describe the perception of four year old Bubblegum) incidents happened to me.

I have a blurred image of the state of mind- I was confused, I was scared. My father had asked me to be with my aunt, my really BIG cousins were trying to keep me engaged and calm since hours.I really did not know what was going on. The only thing I was looking forward to was- my another aunt, who was going to come from Jamnagar and she had promised me to make a bowl of spinach soup on phone.I have another image too, after a few hours or may be days, there was some news in the air- Curfew in Ahmedabad and I had no idea where my mom was. Frankly, I was happy to see my dad or may be I could not identify my mom with a little kid in the hospital. Memories decay.

I remember the reaction which I suppressed seeing my mother's enthusiasm about a small red faced kid in her arms.For some days I thought 'my younger brother' was an ugly fatty kid and now when I see old photos I realize, he used to look so cute, honestly no body can beat that cuteness. No, I never looked so cute in my life. (My frock buddy N loves his cuteness! Huh!) He doesnt look that cute now luckily. Talking about sibling rivalry.

Baby record book written for me shows (and his too), I accepted him just like an elder sister should do. Just that sometimes when dad used to make him eat,asking me to eat on my own, I used to die with jealousy. Days passed, the fat little kid has now out grown me in heights by some six- eight inches (Now stop staring!) and also in the energy level. Yeah we both used to drink milk together, yet nature played a game on me! (Grins!)

No, we don't share my life-events with him, there are some reasons. I still think he is my younger brother ,so I demand that respect ,he still thinks, I am going to scold him for all those tiny things with which he annoys mom to the core. No, I can not ask him if he thinks Deepika Padukone looks hot.We both might die seeing each other's reactions!

No, we are not detached siblings! Of course I am his medium to transfer his 'wishes' to my parent's mind with all convincing sessions. Unlike those old days, when I used to hide his destructions under my portfolio and then shout at him after facing mom dad, we don't fight so hard. Of course punching each other on backs, targeting the spine or throwing pens at each other don't suit us now! We now observe silence when fight. We plan it for days and end up forgetting in an hour or two.

No, he still irritates me and I do so too, but we both have increased our tolerance limits like anything in past twenty years. So, my dear brother aka my fitness guide-car driver-singer, please increase your tolerance by some hundred folds on your birthday!

You are going to face me for a month- after some three years- soon!!

"Happy Birthday!"

PS: By the way numbers of  baby record books (mine!) shows, mom loves me more! I know this since years but never told you, brother!

November 25, 2012

For the friend!

Dear Friend,

I know you were feeling low (although your ego and I might call it proudly your awesome attitude of emerging strong in front of people) when I had a talk with you today in the morning.

Did I tell you, you are my inspiration? For the confidence you re-boost in me when I go deep down  in confusions about my abilities? Dude you speak so so so well ! (And you ask me, 'how can I go for consultancy?') Here is the key, your persona convinces any one- Even when you are not from the domain of the topic! You accept what you don't know, you dig out information about the very same domain and next time when it comes up, you flaunt it with your style. (Did I tell you, your walk is so stylish that I secretly made fun of the 'style'*)

You say, you are not clear about your future? Who all are? Here I am getting a master's degree and thinking of being a house wife in future just because I hate exams! Okay that was a joke but seriously, what you have to do is, again with the same spirit, in confidence take those steps you had planned. Imagine there is a stair case, may be a spiral one, with darkness all around. You have a torch with less power and thus a very few units of lux ( I am a design person okay? I need to give specifications!) which can illuminate a single step at a time. What will you do? You will be careful but yet you will be able to climb that complex spiral stair case by taking one step at a time and achieve new heights every time. Right? Do it.

You say expectations are high. Remember your favorite fiction, The Meluha and The secret of Nagas? Shiva, was worshiped as a God long before he proved himself. Your situation is just like Shiva, the tribe leader who has no clue why people were worshiping him. What did he do? He unfolded his future with one step at a time, using all his intelligence and skills. No he had no idea he would be such a great strategy maker. He did not know he would be such an awesome dancer that he would win Parvati's heart. He did not know he would remain humble even after being everyone's 'God'! He did it. You can do it too.

You say, you are not sure if your preparations are good. It is not how well you achieve your target, it is how hard you hit the target. When you are confident, people are bound to believe you.

I can say that with proud, because I believe in you.

Hit the target and show off your style dude!! You rock!

Your 'Golgappa' friend,
Bubblegum! (Yeah the Bubbly one as you say!)

*-Not Gangam style!

Life for me!

When I was a kid, teachers used to teach me that one should always help themselves, no one will come for the help. There is no other alternative. Gradually I forgot the fact and started relying on my surroundings, friends and family. In my whole life I had always a bunch of people, may be with some replacements every two three years here and there, but they were always there.

Now when I am twenty four, when I have my family and best of best buddies with me, I feel my teachers were always right.

If one doesn't help herself or himself there is no chance others can do. Today, I would like to add something. No one other than yourself knows you better than yourself, no one other than you can understand your fears, your emotions and anything you want to express. Not even your buddies and mostly not even your parents. Sometimes you just toggle in between two fronts and no one closer to you would even identify forget reading those hidden sentiments in you. No, I love all of them to the core, but the truth can not be destroyed or manipulated.

One should not be dependent on any one, ANY ONE.

The only thing matters is how you set your priority after knowing yourself, after knowing your feeling.

I chose my family and closest pals, even after knowing myself and my sentiments.

That is life and I love it, I  would love it even with a pinch of pain.

 I am happy about it. 

November 22, 2012

Tum nahi samjoge!

Now I need to tell you people this. I know I am suppose to stop blogging for some time at least  So what? I am feeling like blogging 'this'! Impromptu!

So I have a Chinese friend in my class. We have taken same subjects in this semester and so obviously we interact everyday and have become good friends. The extremely helpful guy, We will call him 'Y'! No, neither he acts 'Paresh Raval of Judai' with a 'why' question on his forehead nor he works on 'why why analysis' all the time. ( Sorry bad joke!) Digress.

So Y sent me a text message yesterday, "Read XYZ question from 123 Chapter on the page 420".
(Okay, it was not 420, but I am giving an example.) Weird right?
I asked, "Why?"
He said " Read it Just because I feel so"!
I asked if he was feeling something more. *Grins*
He did!!!
After half and hour he had some more 'Feelings'!

I suddenly dived into my imaginary world created by my silly stupid mind,

Y: "Dont 'You' feel anything?
Bubblegum: "No!"
Y:"Why?"
Bubblegum: " Kuch bhi nahi hota 'Y', tum nahi samjoge!"

*Running away from brick bats raining!*

PS: I certainly cant share this joke stupidity with Y, I think I will make him watch 'Kuch Kuch hota hai'!
PS 2: Not a single question from the bunch of 'feelings' was asked! :D

November 17, 2012

A break much needed.

A break from blogging is something I really hate to announce, but the day has come.

I have lost the ability to put things on my blog without fears, I have lost my touch to connect to myself on this platform. There are thousand fears and thoughts moving in my mind and creating a mess, none of them I am able to describe. The inability to show those hidden files, makes me crash in front of the blogger's new post section.

I am not sure how and when I am going to come back. There are possibilities I may come back in a few days or I might never come back over here- what I really want is to come out of the mind set. I am of course happy but a person like me who likes to live like an open book has lost the count of some hidden pages. The guilt is pouring in the pain.

No, I am not depressed. Thank you very much.

I might come back very soon or never, this blog is something which is and will be close to me, forever.

Ah, all my blogger friends, keep writing, I am there to read and comment!

November 16, 2012

The real talk!

Generally I talk a lot with myself. I talk while walking down to the bus stand, I talk while walking down to the class room or the library, I talk to myself when I am shopping alone; Most of the time these talks are stressed out rants to myself or I manage to quote some bitter sweet truths about life in my virtual mind lab!

I decided to do something new today. I decided to ask myself what I want! I know I am bloating due to unhealthy life style, I know I should study harder, I know my focus span has come down to a few minutes and I also know I am trying to decipher the future with a lot of stress on myself. Some where I know I lack guts to do a lot many things. So what? I decided to ask myself, 'What do you want to do as of now?'

No I did not get any crazy and pointless answers like, 'Dude please go to a bungee jumping sessions in Malaysia' or 'Please just lie down on the bed for the rest of the day and do nothing.' I did not get any depressing answers , like 'What have you done to your self? You were suppose to reduce a lot of weight?' or 'Just leave eating, you fat lady'! Answers came as shocks and surprises to me.

I wanted to do Yoga, I wanted to jog or at least walk a lot; which I had to avoid for some reasons since many days. I wanted to dance and learn some new complicated steps. I wanted to pamper myself with hot water bath or even better , an  awesome foot massage session (which is not possible right now!), I wanted to study and meet some very focused people in the university I know. Particularly two girls I study with, they are so clear in their thinking, and they are poised with guts! Please note they are a few months younger to me, that is fine, right? Though many things are not similar, I manage to catch good vibes from them. Apart from that, I wanted to hydrate myself a lot;which I avoided due to my sheer inability to identify needs of my body.

All these random answers I got, made me talk to myself a lot more. I agreed to the fact that, only I can help myself in distressing myself from some tensions and other tensions are not worthy of my stressed state of mind. It was a real talk to myself!

I felt contented. I am trying to do what I want. I walk , I dance and I feel happy even after studying! (No relation with grades though!)

Do you manage to have a real talk with yourself?

November 13, 2012

Happy Diwali Finally!

So this was what I finally did, after days of studies, anxiety, headaches and homesickness.

Some senior buddies invited me and we had so much of 'Traditional' enjoyment on the 'D' day!Actually festivals are there to pull you out of sadness! New people and the old Indian bonds! Colors-Rangoli and Diyas!

A very very happy Diwali to you , and wish us! - We have our new year today! - Saal Mubarak!


November 10, 2012

The Goodie bag

I got this Goodie bag at my door step in the morning.

I opened the bag and I was choked. I guess the most beautiful gift from my loved ones were lying there in front of my eyes. My tears refused to stay back in my eyes.

I could see myself, in a new house with people I love. I could see me and my best friend sitting in theater and running back home in a taxi back home. I could see myself taking rest of in the relaxing couch my new home has, with mom in the kitchen screaming at me to finish the food or else she might go to my doctor fuas to complain.I could see myself doing Rangoli for five hours and papa asking me to take rest every hour! I could see my brother- staring me doing things, just like he does every year. 

I could see a pack of my favorite Mithai , I could see some of those books I always wanted to read, I could see a set of trinkets lying in the corner of the pack. I could see a very traditional and colorful silk Dupatta, I just loved it. 

I was out of festive homesickness. I was fine, full of tears.

Just then I heard some conversations dropping in my ears, I could not understand, I was uncomfortable. Something really soothing but warm touched my forehead as if giving me some consolation.

Sun rays! I got up! It was a nice, warm and emotional dream.

The festive homesickness came back striking hard. I was still in tears.

It was just a dream. I can not feel loved ones  here any more.

November 9, 2012

I hate 'V'!

Hold on! Please control your heart beats , all my friends who have their names staring from 'V'.I love you all! May I start?

I was talking about this!

My professor loves the model. He keeps on searching it in every project, every presentation and ah, every one's mind. I wanted to store the whole 'V' concept to my heart but not this 'V', Sorry I can not. I hate you to the core.

I hate you for making me pull my hair all the day while making presentation. I hate you for giving the guy-who-stinks the reason to ask me hundred question and to avoid collateral damage of yours truly, I had to divert him to my other team mates. The scary you look, I thought I will get rid of you quickly but, NO. You will stay with me in every project I may take up.

Dear V, Kindly give place to other friends and things in my life, After exams you may go! Shoooo!

I really hate 'V'!

November 7, 2012

For the love of Mumbai!

Yes, I am talking about love life! My love life! My love and My life! :D

A batch mate cum friend of mine, messaged me yesterday! We were together in the induction program of my first (Second hasnt surfaced yet) company and after a month we were given different location, so of course our contact was limited to either through office communicator or mine or  her short visits. Who cares? Whenever we meet or talk, we have fun! And ..She is in Mumbai since some days and she was with our other batch mates when she messaged.

She said she was missing me! Of course guys over there are quite busy with projects and she cant expect shopping sessions with them. She asked me where all she can go for shopping! She is one of the most stylish girls I have seen in my company, I had a 'goose bump' moment listening to her shopping list!

Oh my Mumbai! I typed each and every name of the place I love in the city and I guess for full fifteen minutes I was high! Those fifteen minutes and I visited link road, fashion street to my favorite Colaba causeway in my mind heart!Of course I cant forget those Panipuri wale bhaiyas in Mumbai with Vada pav and some of my favorite ice cream shops! I was virtually roaming around in the city of art, freedom, money, smiles and smell! 

No really , Mumbai is just like those addictive drugs! You should smell the city once in a while if you cant live there! 

I was not sure how to react when my mom said, "Beta, you should go to Mumbai at least for a week, plan your trip accordingly!! 

Yeyeye! :)

The post is dedicated to all my friends out there and each set of trinkets in my treasure bought from Mumbai! :D

November 4, 2012

A question and an answer!

Well , the Yellow Question and The Blue Answer! (Just like those colours!)

Sigh!


PS: Sometimes My roomie acts wise! :D

November 1, 2012

A Thursday bliss!

I heard a soothing rhythm of 'Jaltarang'! Instead of feeling relaxed, something inside me started getting disturbed. Is Papa playing Sitar and I am not able to identify the instrument? No It cant happen. He must be playing on his laptop. No but he never does that, he uses his ipod. Oh no, he is in India , I am in Singapore. What is happening?

Oh it is raining outside!!Just like it used to rain in Mumbai and while taking lunch in the canteen or walking from home to office; I am falling in love with the rain again! I got up from my bed and walked to the balcony.

This was it. The Rain drops falling on the railings and creating soul triggering sounds! Suddenly..

Oh my God, I had slept off? I had slept off while studying? I slept off for 3 hours non-stop? After getting a tight goodnight sleep of seven hours?

Is this just those tiny tablets for cold? Or The new place is homely enough to make me sleep in peace?An insomniac like me can sleep so much, how?

My hands working subconsciously  to make 'Kadak Adarakhwali Chai' and with the mug in my hands, listening to the 'jaltarang' of nature in true sense, I smiled and opened the Blog spot!

The churning in my mind turning into a Thursday bliss! Home away from home!

October 28, 2012

Busting myths!

I used to believe  many 'real' things about myself and the atmosphere around me.The last week went quite cool and different as we shifted to my new hostel, I summed up all those moments I have spent here and I realized I have busted some of those beliefs myths about myself.

The first ever realization was about my sleep. Yeah the insomniac me finally gave up and I really can sleep for six hours at almost one go now. Be it the effect of 'the almost homely' new place or the self made (or room mate made) food. I had almost had thought of going to a doctor,certifying myself an insomniac- Well the myth is a myth now!

The second and the winning realization is-Yes I can live without net , contrary to my belief -' I cant live without oxygen , water and Internet'! Apart from the 'Viber' and some 'Assignments' I did not miss the net. In fact we (Four girls) enjoyed the week pretty well. Cooking different dishes, making our unit a home, cleaning-unpacking and shopping for our new 'home'! We chatted a lot, we shared knowledge a lot. In fact we invited some of our seniors and our ex-room mate (Shuh, we miss this girl the most from our old hostel days) ah, truly we had a blast! Adarakh wali chai every now and then , Haldi wala dudh twice a day, fulaka and dishes from different parts of India- Isn't it a bliss? By the way, Sarabhai Vs Sarabhai along with my roomie made our cold-y weekend an awesome one. We enjoyed a lot more than sitting on the net and doing nothing.

Then it came - the cooking part. A person can not be more anxious than me to make fulakas. I meant the whole homesick feeling and mood swings were out of my life the moment I started cooking and eating home made food and fulakas. I was amazed I can cook with such a grace!I never ever knew that this day would come! * Too much I know!*

The awesome 'myth busting' (I call it) was about celebrating Navaratri! The feeling of being a girl from Gujarat, listening to all the fun people having back home and not being able to do Garba sucks like anything. Above all the dancer inside me was shocked when I stepped inside one of the very few Garba events of Singapore. I guess nobody can remove the 'dancer's soul' from me. I enjoyed each moment, I was on the field which was followed by some blisters in my feet as I danced bare feet on the concrete ground (That is what we do at home!) and the heavy (a real heavy) cold- But the fun is always above such painful moments!

I think we always create some blocks inside our minds which are nothing but the thoughts of caged life inside a comfort zone, as and when the circumstances come , either we decide to let the life come out of such cages or we just painfully let them harass us all our lives. Sometimes such mind blocks or myths about ourselves bust themselves. Most of the times they create happiness inside us.

Just like in my case they did! Busting myths about myself really fetched me a full bucket of happy times at our unit home.


October 22, 2012

Time to say Good bye, East.

Note: This was written two days back while shifting from one hostel to another. I am having a lot of fun but this is what I exactly felt while packing the stuff. As we don't have net for some days at the new place, I could not post it. A rant in a way but still important to register on the blog!

Singapore has two sides just like any other city in India- East and West. East is awesome and she stays there! Now the problem is I am living in the outskirts of Singapore, some where near (or far for me?) Nanyang Technical University, which is 'The west' part of Singapore. The twist is, even this 'West' part of Singapore has two sides like each area of Mumbai has. East and obviously West. Again the same story , East is awesome. Where I live. I am shifting to the 'west of the west' of Singapore :/

Only three months in 'East of West', I am already in love with it. As they call Singapore, 'The city in the garden' of course ,my area is beautiful.It has one lovely feature, if not loveliest (if it makes sense!),"Canal drive"! There is a canal from the famous lake, flowing just beside my hostel. The beautiful pathway beside it,yeah the same place where I used to jog 'regularly'.I pass through the way daily to reach the MRT station.I have made some amazing friends over here, right from snails to reptiles,yeah they meet me every night when I come back from the University. I have to walk on this canal-path every day and I realized the canal is almost like the rugged shoulder of an awesome buddy, witnessing my highs and lows.

It has witnessed my first ever walk (beside the huge college campus) with Papa in Singapore, where he gave me tips on how I should avoid this path if it gets late; Yeah the first sight of the path was scary for me, partially because  it was a new country; partially because it contains all kinds of insects/animals. It has witnessed my pain when Papa left Singapore and the whole canal drive seemed to stare at the girl sobbing silently. It has witnessed my awesome talks with my buddies on the phone and also those laughter attacks me and my roomies suffered while passing by. It has seen me bubbling with my itunes and smiling at those stary-scary people walking jogging on the path..Yeah people here are different- They are always serious and jogging!

Apart from this canal drive, the near by 'Shop and Save' is going to miss us for sure. But hey what about our room? Yeah I never mentioned but it was a pain in starting. Four girls in the single hall or say a room, isn't it a pain? No, it saved us from the depression due to Homesickness!One girl is insomniac (Yeah that is me!) and one is my full time partner (who just shifted on the actual 'east' of Singaproe!) cum Milo mate cum study maniac and serial maniac!We both have the same college time so, other two girls became my part time partners on week days.From part timers, one is a disciplined good girl and the second one is almost a 'younger' version of myself! The real fun used to be at eleven at night , when we all will call their parents-relatives-friends and the whole unit will represent the real India in Indian dialects!We had our shares of cribbing together. Ah, but we made fun of those issues too, by naming the 'one level down water filter' our 'Panghat'! Yeah we used to go together to fetch the bottle of water and no body tumbled down!We made fun of our common washrooms in the lobby by naming our 'going to bath' session "a war where you wont have an option to come back and retry again if you forget anything!' (Yeah it is confusing!) The Photo shows why I loved the place, the entrance said You are out of The school zone so stop studying! ;)




We don't have a kitchen and the pantry is two floors down.We have no washrooms inside the unit and it was really odd for all of us who have never lived in a hostel. We successfully remained 'Happy'.But the time is over.We had booked this new hostel a month back- we always used to count days to shift- but now I feel sad.

I am going to miss those moments of fun, MILO at night, joking on those cultural shocks we had to witness, the whole "khana banao ceremony" to "pushing each other to take bath!". We are (Sans my full timer friend) going to have the same fun but not at the same place-with the same 'sannaatta' as we used to call our hostel.

It is so amazing the way I get attached to each thing, virtual or real around me. The amazing thing hurts though. ( Now I think I never want to 'settle down'! There is no fun to live in the single city for years! Talking about positive feelings!)

Still, for my Good health and wealth I have to move!

Time to say 'Good Bye, East'! I am going to miss you!

October 16, 2012

How I wish..

How I wish when I sleep, I slip into warm blanket back home;I reach the stage where my mind stays numb and the heart over whelms. Those tears of joy are being preserved by the comfortable pillow I have hugged and I don't realize when the world offered me my life again-Back home.

How I wish when I talk to my mom; I can touch her by just extending my hand through a curtain of 'Distance'.I can see those plans she made for us, taking shape.I enjoy the cup of coffee, over flowing with the love, Mom beside me, laughing over my 'I am scared to death' looks while watching Crime patrol-Back home. 

How I wish when I write to dad, he calls me from the door of my room by my 'new' nick name.I look back and say 'Ten more minutes Papa, I am coming, you start'; This time I wish I don't take the long ten minutes and run to him for the much awaited dinner we are going have. Ah,Papa has cooked some weird salad with some odd dressing- Back home.

How I wish when I ping my brother on 'Whatsapp', I disturb my huge younger sibling; I snatch his blanket to give him a shock and try to shake him again so that he might open his eyes. He threatens me not to disturb him as now he is no more a young brother but a huge, six feet two inches tall guy and he might hurt me in the act of stop me harassing him-Back home.

How I wish, My frock buddy N comes to pick me on her new Activa. The Activa gets punctured and I stare her for a moment and we start laughing on our usual fate. We park the vehicle and go to the nearby 'Havmore' or 'Honest' parlor to have our most favorite 'Chhole' or 'Masala pav'-Back home.

How I wish when I call my best buddy Shane, I try to push him inside the pathway or on the road while walking together on the dark still lovely street of Mumbai, unintentionally. He stops and let me go-I stop my blabbering and note the guy has been harassed again by your truly; I make a face, we both laugh and the journey continues-Back home. 

How I wish when I talk to my Bro Buddy (The elder one), I find his friend from another branch talking to him and it is already lunch hour. I try to scare him by silent threats. He ignores and finishes his so called discussions and try to find reasons for the delay to avoid my wrath. Yeah I am so hungry in the office-Back home.

How I wish when we group chat, We try to pull each other's legs. Of course the Girl will always get my support and so this time my bro buddy 2 is the target.He gets irritated by my jokes and pranks; he throws the pillow or the cup whatever is there in the hand and Yeah it hurts me bad-I don't mind.- Back home.

How I wish- I blog nice stories and experiences from home.
They don't start with 'How I wish' any more-Back home.

October 15, 2012

The Krishna Key!

Thanks to Blog adda , we actually had the privilege to smell the pages of a book, aha that too a novel! Yeah for a student, just shifted to Singapore, it is the biggest Gift ever. Specially when apart from a few books of my course, I can only do is to dream about fiction and remember my treasure full of books.

So as I had promised , here is the Review of the book 'Krishna Key'!

If you are a Dan Brown fan and you manage to indulge yourself in the novel ,you might get some surprises with some shocks. Yes it resembles to the Dan Brown novels, sometimes to Harry Potter world too!The maths at some point of time irritates you but if you manage to delete the whole mind set and continue to read, Indian readers are going to experience heaven.A History class makes a kick start and it finishes with a bit of dramatic yet abrupt end,you might get thousands of surprises in the journey.

Are you interested in History? Are you interested in Science? Are you interested in Mathematics? Are you interested in Religions? Are you a hard core Hindu, Muslim, Christian or even Jewish? Are you a person who doesn't believe in castes and creeds? Are you a fiction lover? Are you into Genetics, Archaeology, Nuclear science, Travelling, Geography or even Spy stories?If any of the answer is into a big 'YES', this book is worth reading! At least one and I am sure you might start reading it again in a few days!

The story flows effortlessly from the modern India- with politics, under world Gundas, corruption ,amazing achievements to the Vedic times,War of Mahabharata, structures of Somnath and Dwarika to Mughal times of Shah Jahan. The common link is 'The Krishna'! Yes in the first read you might feel odd about the whole story linked with Krishna and the narration of the Mahabharata separately with each chapter.Hold on, after reading, the churning in the mind will make it relevant , to the point. Yes the yet to come eleventh Avtar of Krishna is back and he himself makes us travel to the whole new mythological world! He is after 'something' which is going to change the world! But does that 'something' exist?Why so many people are behind that 'something'? Will that 'something' end up going in the wrong hands? Does that 'something' unfold the hidden truths of Vedic Civilization? Forget the question, is he really the eleventh Avtar of Lord Vishnu?Is he a serial killer wearing the mask of Kalki? But why?

The amount of research the author has put into the story line is splendid and I must not ruin the fun of those readers who are yet to start the book.

The combination of Classic Mythological Fiction with a little bit of drama in Indian Fashion , this book makes me feel , Why we kids were not taught History by such authors or researchers? If we can really make them teachers , kids wont ever hate the 'History' as a subject in the school!

I would like to add some points which stunned me to goose bumps!They might attract readers to the book.
  • Mohammad Ghazani was the decedent of Lord Krishna!
  • The Dwarika was built at the end point of River Sarasvati and yes, the civilization should be truly called 'Sarasvati Civilization'.Yes, the river Sarasvati is the center of all activities in Mahabharata.
  • Why the whole world is stunned by the beauty of Mount Kailash? A hidden and unknown source of Nuclear energy! 
  • The Islam, The Hindu and The Christian -These religions are nothing but the age old Vedic civilization.
  • Last but not the list, Yeah Lord Krishna -Gopal, Ranchhodray is no more only a mythic hero! He was there, leading the Sarasvati Civilization at its best! Not a myth but a fact!
So bang on the Book and tell me how did you find it. I am sure with some boring silly part , you might say "Not bad, worth reading 'twice'" as my roomie says! :)


PS: I did not want to give the story line at all, even did not want to name the characters.I am not good at reviews. Though I can develop the skill, unusually I started feeling like blogging more than ever. When I started writing this review, I started generating millions of ideas, well, I suppressed them and tried my hands on review. With the promise of a better one next time, I give the book 3.5 Bubbles in the Bubblegum's world! Tada!

October 10, 2012

'Pav' bhar zindagi ki 'Chah'!

So while getting mad due to the mice and other animals already roaring in my stomach (Mice roar when you are damn hungry okay?!), I pinged my senior if he is free to visit the new 'Komalas' stall inside our campus.For people back home, 'Komalas' is a very famous Indian food chain in Singapore.

The ever ready battery aka my senior came from a far far world, to accompany me for the lunch at 3pm. Yeah normal human beings don't eat so late, we are students. I never knew I am going to achieve a spiritual peak during meditation in the stall. No, it was not a yoga camp in place of the food stall. Hold on.

When I lift the tray after ordering the food, it all started. I was in the world of Pavbhaji and Masala chah/Masala tea. The smell of Indian spices actually made me go in the different world, I suspect it was a short visit to heaven. I kept on meditating in the same air and started hogging till I finished each particle of the prepared food.

If I am allowed to exaggerate, The Shah Jahan would have cut his hands so that the cook cant prepare food and Masala tea for anyone else!! :D

When I finished the meditation after a few minutes of completing the last drop of the Masala tea, I guess I discovered a new type of meditation. A meditation which makes you attached more towards the materialistic world. Where materialistic world consists of only Moh Maya for such food dishes and tea in Singapore, forever.

The song 'Sau gram Zidagi' which I love only for the rhythm and not for lyrics made sense to me today, as I was already possessing,

'Pav' bhar zindagi ki 'Chah'!

PS: The every ready senior, who wanted an interesting blog post on the experience, 'Dude sorry but I can only write in the dramatic/PJish way! :D But when you said, 'Har kharab mood ko mast karneki dawa, Fursat ka luft uthaneki dawa, Masala chai Masala chai, aaj hi azmaye apne nazdiki Komalas pe', I wanted to give you billion Mirchis!

October 7, 2012

From Singapore, with love-4

It was not possible to tie 'what is going on' in a single unit and thus I decided to wrap it in a bundle and send it to India. The life has become dynamic, to the extent, I have to actually apply the 'will' force to balance and not to tumble down by the speed it possess.

  • It was a week of recess, which was used by yours truly in roaming around here and there in Singapore or in a better way 'exploring' Singapore. Visited a distant relative of mine, who just shifted to Singapore a few months ago, though I was scared of being bored as I have met them only once in my life before this visit, it went pretty well. They let me speak you see, I can go on and on!! Of course two visits to Didi and playing with Xena was on the top list and it was just warm and full of fun!When she calls me 'Ma(mi)si', I just want to scream at top of my voice and jump just like her!! Ah, the biggest achievement, I feel is when she identifies me as 'Masi'! Smart Girl!! :)
  • I am coming up with a review for Krishna Key , and a very special thanks to Blog Adda! I mean, none of us knew , the disappointment shown on the FaceBook page of Blogadda would be taken so seriously and first time Books would be sent to Singapore for the review!! Before I post a review, guys if you can buy, get the book and lock your self in a room if you are interested in the history, religion, science, mathematics and what not!
  • I had lost my mind in between several times. Frustration caused by unknown reasons, guilty for my health, anger for the world are understatements for that state of mind. A session of scoldings and a few hours alone-made my mind come back to the original - Take it easy dude- state of mind.
  • Studies. A big time challenge for me. I simply skip the theory part and try to relate it to my work experience which makes me deduct the 40% of my syllabus, that is bad! I guess I should be more disciplined. 
  • I have been labelled as 'Inarguable' by a few persons in the world and it makes me numb. Yes I am rigid on what I have selected from many, Yes I appreciate the innovation, Yes I am open to critique but dude, I am not YOU. I have a different opinion.Just because you are the MAJORITY bunch of people, it doesn't prove you are 'Right'! (No, Shane it is not for you!)
  • The biggest event of the week was my 'Universal Studio' trip. The fun, the excitement, The adrenaline rush, The cuteness of the place, The thrilling feel of the fast pace, I guess I am going to cherish my moments in the roller coaster of the Universal Studio, when I decided not to miss any of the rides in the fear. I faced, I conquered. I saw the world from the coaster turning around with open eyes, thrice!
  • I am looking forward to coming three four months. My life is going to take the twist, and it can be a disaster or a boon. It is inevitable. Ah, The India trip awaiting this December following a series of threatening activities which include Exams too.
  • If you are thinking of closing the tab and ditching the post right now, wait. Now close the tab as the blog post is going to end here with no closer statement today! :D

October 4, 2012

Just like that!

Sometimes we just have to digest what we are offered in present and carry on. Well it does not mean I am going to just possibly rest and stop redefining my goals. I decided to take a break and let my heart and mind decide where I am good at and where all I should fight and when.

I decided to indulge in some of the activities I love!! Thought of sharing same with you people!!

1. TED!

The most inspiring initiative I have ever seen in my life, Search subjects from the link and you will get one for you. Creativity to commercialization , Inspiration to Realization, Age old wisdom to enthusiasm of youngsters, You get everything on TED.

I thought of giving some awesome links, you people can enjoy too!!! I feel they are solutions to my confusions! Creativity , Emotions  and corporate life!

Hope you enjoy and dig out more videos!! Before sleeping I dont forget to listen to atleast one TED talk!

2.Photography!

While the blurred state of mind in Bubblegum took the ugly shape and chilled out in a day, I managed to click some shots!! Have a look! I guess the 'Clicks' part of my blog has to be reinvented!!!





I think, I should restart those shooting sessions again!!

3. Dance Dance Dance!! :)

Just Like that!

PS: The whole post is 'Just like that'!! :)

October 2, 2012

A dream world!

So when it suddenly came to my mind, I have several routes to reach my happiness in professional life, I was dumb stuck. The problem of 'have done too many things' and being an 'extrovert to mostly everything offered' is you might enjoy everything around you and when some one asks you, "What is your passion", It strikes you that "dude you are a gone case, you love everything!!"

Right from reading,blogging, presentations, dancing, photography to adoptions to technical things and hard core passion for engineering graphics,interest in automobile and aerospace industry, irk me now. Some where the matured 'Myself' in me says I should take up 'something' very much in focused way and one part of my brain which is hyper says,"You can do everything, update for everything!" There is also a new thought coming up in my mind, "Try something really new"! All these thought processes occur at the same time and disturb me to the core.

When I see people, leaving the corporate world and getting into the passion, they craved all life, I feel as if I have thrown myself into a valley where there are flowers every where but they are wild flowers, not worth smelling once.I even thought if I love the world where I was working a few months back, yes I love the automobile industry! But then as my friend Shana asked me, what do you love the most about your work at that time, I realized may be I had to change the route! I have some creative and technical job ahead of me, some are a mixed version of both and they are the biggest ever deals people can get, but am I even capable of working in those great companies?

Hopefully the blurred picture is searching for a brush, which will clean the dirt and fog on the glass of the frame. It is waiting for the glossy finish and some bright colors.

There are hundred questions in my mind, what I feel is only 'Me' and people who know me can help me out.
Am I creative or not? Am I technically sound or not? Is dance my life? Wont it be too late to start dancing again? Am I into techno-creativity more? Am I a good product designer? What am I?Am I going to find an entirely new field?

May be a dream world of mine is blank, with a few persons still standing beside me in it. It can not be colorless.

A dream world is screaming for colors.

September 30, 2012

War of the words, pens!

A pen is mightier than a sword, and that is where my imagination runs wild!!

I mean what if we can put 'pens' in place of swords in hands of all warriors of 'Mahabharata'?! Of course the act would have saved us from the loss of people and the loss of human emotions. Apart from that I am not  very sure of the heroic epic staying the heroic one and not turning into a weird one,may be!

If we start from the main hero's early days, non other than Krishna's childhood, he would have conquered all Rakshas with his verbal arguments (So true, he actually narrated the 'Geeta'!) Due the powerful wisdom all those devil creatures would have died. Basically it happens when spammers and annons die on blogs. They attack on a blogger by commenting rudely or in indecent ways and suddenly the whole blogger world will attack on him or her verbally and he would die on the blog sphere. If Krishan would have used 'Pen' or 'Words', we would have a phrase 'Baton ke bhoot lato se nahi manate!!' No wonder if with the Morpichha Krishna would have put a pen also!

I can see, baby Pandavas actually made sit in front of 'Draunacharya' and do some brain storming for the next blog post or the creative article. In that case Sahadeva and Nakul would have become a great critics too, if we consider their special natural skills. The warrior Arjun would have loved his 'Parkar' pen and would have mastered the 'Shabda Yuddha'! I must say, the way we worship the writing style of some bloggers or authors, Eklavya would have been inspired by the Guru and just because he should not write, Draunacharya would have asked for his thumb- with which he would have gripped the sword of words. I guess he could have tried writing by another hand? Ah, I missed a point, The Guru would have asked for two hands and not a thumb, who is going to write with a pen, if a laptop is there!!

As we know the 'Dhvandha Yuddha', where two heroes fight with each other and no one comes in between would have been so interesting.Both writers will argue verbally on a public forum and as per those rules, no one will take side of any one!! One can also link videos and photos just like people do in Face Book to stand on their views!

A team of editors would have played critics on the opposite team's  blogs and articles, just like these Apples and Samsungs fight. 'Sanjay' would have given some 'Mirchis' for the personal touch to the narration. The real 'Mahabharata' would have been the best epic combining all write ups by these team, showing all skills to attack with words!

But then I realized, what if with those words and those pens, the team members would have started killing each other. When words would have failed, emotions would have flown by killing each other with  nibs of those pens along with verbal talks. Just like Me and my brother used to do in childhood.(Yes, I had a wild-violent child hood sans situations where mom used to be closer to us!)

For me and my brother or the sets of siblings it is fine, for the great Mahabharata, I can not imagine lakhs of solders armed with pens and sharpening nibs in the battle field- ultimately pointing towards the enemy!!Shooting pens and words of course, to kill the foes of the creative writing and freedom of expressions!

War of the words!! War of the words and pens!!!

I better stop here!

PS: Okay, now I have no intention of making a structured post any more. I suck at the flow. The Queen of scattered emotions, I have become! :D

September 26, 2012

A piece of heart!

I guess I did not introduce you people to my project mates. Well, an Indian girl living with her parents in Singapore since a year,we will call her Miss IS and a Chinese lady, who has spent all her life till date in Singapore and thus you will know her as Mrs. CS. Yeah she is married and she is finishing her PhD in this term!! Tada!!

So yesterday three of us were having our snacks and discussing about tax percentage, loans and salaries over here.I hope you don't expect us to talk on world peace!We are graduating students, how come we wont talk about salaries :D

We started asking about her life style, home and culture (Oh yes it includes her love story too! Girls will be girls!!) She actually knows a bit about Indian culture and suddenly,

Mrs.CS: You people are so happy and wealthy. (She has not seen those new channels and media articles in which India is demonstrated as 'Dharavi' only!) 

This was a proud and loud moment for me and Ms. IS. We both had  bigggggg smiles on our faces.
She continued, "We work so hard, we manage to get a home loan with a tiny bit of interest rate but the home wont be our own for a long period of time."

Seeing question  marks on our faces she said in Singlish, "A home is on lease for 99 years. After that government will take it back or if in between if a project comes and a government wants, it can take away the house." We were speechless. We are from the land where a 'Home' is  the last thing to sell, when it comes a financial crisis. Of course those sentiments are common all over the world.

She added, "We have certain rules too about maintaining an HDB (a flat provided by government) and not altering them according to our wishes." Well, we have a wide range of options, right from aesthetic looks to internal design of a home, don't we?

We added, "In India we get homes in inheritance! The land is the best and auspicious handover from the above generations we get!!"

The discussion made me realize the value of 'Home' for all of us!It is a proud possession! Getting our own place, decorating it, celebrating each moment of our lives in it and well, passing on it as a 'Dharohar'! I guess that is all we want, right? 

In India there are chances we get a home as a family heritage. We live in it or not, we feel attached to the home we get from our parents. If we don't get one, we try to earn and get one just like other people in the world. Such homes are actually attached to us, because the home is not only a building made up of four walls, it has our sentiments and feelings attached to it. We are going to pass it on to our next generations after all! 

It is not going to be taken away at the end of 99th year. 

It is not just a piece of land, it is a piece of heart!

PS: I guess I am going to present some super messed up posts for some days. A structural crisis going on where a sentence doesn't follow by an appropriate sentence before. 'Bhavanao ko samaj lena'! :D

September 25, 2012

A promise

Today is the time to make a promise. A promise to my self.

Last night, rather I would say mid night, I realized what my body had to pay for the bad food habits and worst sleep schedules.I was sleepless, absolutely sleepless. This is happening since long. In Mumbai when I used to feel I am an insomniac, I never knew I would think- Sleeping at 12.30 is still healthy.I try from 1 pm to sleep, and end up sleeping not before 3pm.It is bad.I try meditation and Yoga right at night. I guess the body doesn't accept quick fixes.

I decided to promise  myself and publish on the blog so I don't feel lazy to keep. I want to capture my thoughts ,so when hopefully I go back to the shape and state of mind I want or totally go bonkers with my body and mind- I should know the moment when I really had a long period of brain storming on the issue.


  • It is not possible to sleep at 11 if you reach room at around 10.30 pm. One just can not. The lecture you have stored in the mind is still cultivating the think tank, you are bundled with all enthusiasm to share with buddies,'what had happened on the happening day of yours', and how can you even think about sleeping. So I decided on the number 'One'! After looking at all assignments I have to do, or all those Face Book and Linked updates needed for my professional soul, I Should hit the bed at 1. It is going to take time, as my body clock is going to refuse but I am going to try my best, be it Yoga or a cup of warm milk. I can not put breaks on my mind who thinks at super sonic speed- Any suggestions?
  • As I have again started my jogging session (So what it includes only 2 kms with small walking intervals!) and Yoga if needed. I promise myself to continue and increase the time and intensity. The insanely huge university of mine, which makes me walk a lot, I don't consider 'U(ni)! I wish a day would come when I will go back to India and refresh my dance, performing an Arangetram is still a dream though. I realize why all Bharatnatyam dancers are so fit and in proper shape- all classical dances of India are nothing but a series of Yogasanas, dance is the deadly combo of strength and cardiovascular exercise.
  • Food. Here comes the toughest part. The room where I live (A big rant and realization is going to come soon on the blog!) doesn't provide me with my own kitchen and so when it comes to food, I have to be happy with fruits, peanut butter, oats,canned beans, some more fruits and of course Masala dosa and Uththappa from near by 'Singaorean Dhaba' I call. At university canteen, I eat but those stuff I should avoid as it contains MSG, which can trigger migraine attacks. The home mad food has become a dream, though the dream is going to be true after 15th Oct as we are shifting.  Digress. So I was talking about the Food promice. I am going to eat every two hours- I never thought it will be so challenging. I will have to plan a day earlier what all I am going to eat. My food habits are main reasons for migraine attacks- That is what my observation says, apart from my mood. I can not try GM diets or any other diets, those models use to stay slim. I promise myself to have my share of protein, Carbohydrates and other vitamins- minerals as far as I can, daily. I really have to keep check on my food habits as from both, paternal and maternal sides have diabetes history, not even a single person has escaped from the wrath. I have to be careful and this is the right age!
I, Bubblegum, promise my blog-baby, that I am going to act according to above three promises.

Amen.

September 23, 2012

An estranged Sunday!

It had started all on Saturday night-with my favorite now a days-headache. Now whenever I have such a kind of headaches I do some weird things. First sign was forgetting what I had done a day before. I mean how can I forget what I had done a day before. While talking to my buddy I realized I had no idea what all I had done a day before.(I know you are tired of reading those words-A day before. I did not do anything spectacular a day before!!)As usual while in sleep I sent messages to one of my friends , or say I actually blabbered a lot.Finally I guess I slept off, breaking the whole freaking one sided conversation.

The Sunday morning started with a migraine hangover, eventually I converted it into an awesome enthusiasm to see the movie -barfee. As no body gifted me an F1 super expensive ticket, I thought of just feeling the air in the area and come back after watching the movie. Of course I wanted to tell all my friends back home, my fabulous experience.In speeding up the daily routine, half grumpy and yet enthusiastic Bubblegum, that is me, forgot to charge her mobile.As I result I was not sure how am I going to pass time in the train for an hour.I was going to attend two grand events almost and was to return late, back home.

The first weird thing happened , when the dance deprived and then the fiction book deprived girl, decided to read a dictionary.What can we do if not listening to music and drain the mobile battery.I took my pocket dictionary with me and actually read it in the train. The old lady sitting behind me with other persons around me, whom I avoided, stared at me for quite a long time.They could not believe, an Indian girl who is suppose to be quite good in English (In comparison with other local races in Sinagpore) is actually involved in reading a dictionary. Well I did that. God knows why.I was not referring to the Singlish Dictionary after all.

The second weird thing, which others felt and was actually my act-staring at babies.Well not babies but strollers of those babies. We were suppose to do brain storming on product design for new parents, to help them managing toddlers. So when she had told me about a problem with an umbrella stroller, and as obviously I have no babies thus no knowledge about strollers , I decided to observe those pretty things. In the whole observing act, I guess the mommy of the little kid felt offended-'why didn't you have a look at my cute kid and you are still staring the stroller?'. I realized the whole silent dialogue after actually drawing the whole mechanism of the umbrella stroller in my mind. Yes I was super weird- for the mommy.

The weird saga continued, when we learnt that there are NO tickets available for the show we wanted to go for. Even after that show, two more were scheduled after a few hours, which were full. I mean, are you kidding me? Barfee in Singapore, going House full??!! The weird feeling of being on the formula 1 land, just a few kilometers away from the track., already made me dull.

Suddenly I found a shop, or say my friend suggested to check it out.
Things I observed made me realized, why things were weird!

I saw witch hates, witch robes, wounds, broom sticks and many such wizard stuff.

Yeah I had a feeling may be I am not a muggle. A big realization. Something similar had happened to Harry Potter before knowing about his wizard blood?

 Am I a witch? :O


If you are not thinking of kicking me-Read below notes.

PS: Yeah, I thought of making this post a bit dramatic, as I was just observing the strange and dull happenings on this Sunday.I was excited but could not afford to get upset with the dull atmosphere. Well, how about the Formula 1in Singapore and a phone call to Shane? It worked pretty well. Bingo. Sorry for the huge drama in the post :D Phew.

PS-2: Lazy friend SB, Better you ask Sebastien Vettle to book a ticket for me in the coming Japan F1. I am his lucky mascot after all!! I have proved it again!

September 20, 2012

From Singapore,with Love-3

I really did not get one better title, especially when I am in no mood to craft a story or a narration but just want to register my well being on the blog. Time is flying and I am tempted to capture my state of mind and some awesome moments of my life. There are some strange, painful and some awesome moments- why to wait!


  • It was just last night when I actually mentioned 'Blogging' in my to-do-list. Does that mean I am too busy? Well it means, I have spoiled my schedule in such a way that, when I want to blog- I cant focus.Some or the other university mails keep on peeping on my windows and my so called focused mind looses all the focus!!
  • The last to last post really made me relaxed, but the credit cant be given to it alone. Some of my buddies fought really hard with me, made me cry and well, my mind came back to the place! Ah, did I say the youngest of the gang-Bubblegum was pampered too, afterwards! :D
  • I had actually decided to remove my head from the rest of the body and hammer it properly so that it functions without migraine before two days. Well I guess the mind was so scared of the fantasy, it started working without headache in just two days! Though medicines make me feel crappy.
  • My one of the current roomies is leaving for India tomorrow and the fact is that none of us, including herself, are not feeling the excitement yet. May be the fact that she will not be staying with us after coming back is not being felt and she herself is not done with the packing yet!!! I am sure the empty place in the small unit is going to haunt the rest of us for a while.
  • 'Running behind free bees' is a new fashion in my University graduate students it seems. With all the bad luck I have, I was still able to get a part of chocolate my friend got, the kind friend!! Many of them also got mobile phones and jackets in some promotional events in this country!! I am happy with the bite of chocolate too!
  • The current fight of big giants- Apple and Samsung products may create the world war is what I predict. Dude really, none of you own those companies and most of you dont have all mobile phones to even pass the judgement- still you keep on blabbering and follow any of them blindly. Face book walls of most of you scare me to even have a look at them. We have some other issues too, something like 'Coal gate'!! Well I forgot, we Indians forget and forgive scandals pretty fast!
  • Time table of my finale semester exams are out and I can see myself struggling for studies after ages.I am still considering myself a little bit more lucky than those people who wanted to study further and could not. I guess I am going to use this opportunity to create a good career profile. 
  • I have stopped reading 'Barfi' reviews. The hero charms me like anything even his photograph can. Pity I am not able to watch the movie- well I keep on watching 'Jhalak dikhlaja' episode where he actually played some awesome spells to capture even my mom's heart! Well mom, like so many good heroes, don't make him your son!!Ah, by the way Happy Birthday to the most beautiful lady on this earth-Not Kareena-my Mom!
  • My frock buddy N should buy a new phone with all applications and GPRS activated in it today. As it happens to be her birthday too, I pray all my dreams about her come true. Now, you understand buddy, what do I mean :D ( Devil laugh!!!)
  • I never knew, Mumbai gang will become so dull without me! ( Complimenting myself?!) My bro buddies are really confused- one is searching a heroine for himself and creates mess every time! The other one who is eldest of the lot is still confused-which mobile to buy, in place of dating a girl!I might not get a 'Bhabhi' before they get a 'Jijaji'! :D
  • Now one more proof, Due to eating Panipuri for less numbers of times than we used to, Mr.Shane's immunity has been challenged by some viral attacks. Dude, when I will come to India, we will have three four plates daily to re-establish the whole immune system of yours, provided my usual bugging don't affect you :D
  • The next big thing coming is - hold on guys, my case study!! I meant in my whole life I have not remained in a  place for more than three hours (depends on the movie!), how am I suppose to go the library and for hours and days  read for the case study!? Ah,wait, I forgot I chose a topic which I wont get in Singaporean libraries, it will be online only. There is always an option of opening a 'New tab' for the blog-spot! 
  • Sheesh, one more post on Ranbir Kapoor on Facebook! Distractions are many but I should focus on blogging first, right? 
  • I am waiting for the weekend to come. Plans are many, there is a tie between F1 and Barfi, lets see who attracts me more! ( I can see Mr. Shane and Lazy buddy SB smiling, one for my no knowledge state in F1 and the other for my surprising curiosity for F1!).
  • Ah, by the way, 'Oye it is Friday!' Weekend is knocking knocking!! 
How have you been,all of you?? 

(I know, not a nice way to end the post!!!)

September 19, 2012

Dance deprivation!

A little girl of four used to copy Madhuri Dixit or Minakshi Sheshadari in front of the television,with all the charm and grace she could produce at that time.Be it 'Tandav' or 'Chane ke khet mein'!The first song performed by her was 'Tu shayar hai, mein teri shayari' as per her mom. Obviously her mom knew she should join the classical dance group some day. She did. The little girl Bubblegum, is still not happy about not performing Arangetram even after finishing the course, almost. In fact she never realized what she was going to miss before a few years. She wanted to be a free bird at that time and even she wonders till the moment, why did she feel so.

Those were the days, back to back dance performances on the stage.I worship the stage now. The feeling of dancing, those practice sessions after school hours, today also they make me feel high. Those Navaratri days and practicing till late night, having snacks , nimbu pani and again practice. Contemporary dance to raas-garba, Bharatnatyam to lavani- I guess I never realized what 'Dance' is for me at that time.I was blessed by great teachers after all, who took interest in small matters like, making us wear  'Panetar' or 'Bandhani', applying 'alto' or 'Mehandi', Using look alike probes in group dances apart from choreography.

Now I miss the stage, the adrenaline in my blood.In fact my hands and legs start dancing even while listening to those peppy or classical songs on my way to the near by MRT station. I actually feel bad about myself. I watch really a very few serials but yeah, dance shows are something different. Specially if Madhuri Dixit is the judge, even my mom never  miss an episode and asks me to watch the best of all, on Internet.

I was feeling dull since last some days due to various reasons.I got a way to elevate my mood. I started watching those amazing dance videos. You can not believe, one of my room mate actually says she can guess what I will be watching just by noting my expressions, read 'smiles'!! I am relieved I have got the new addiction but like any other addiction, this one is painful too.

I always knew I am missing something in my life since three four years. I miss 'Dancing'! My buddy Shane made me realize this for the first time, a few months back. He repeatedly asked me to join some new form of dancing- may be he sensed my 'thirakana'! My lazy friend SB actually told me in my own farewell party, ah. Bubblegum you remember all signature steps of popular songs so easily.I never dared to join the class again- for several 'Bahanas' like workload or travelling bla bla bla.

The limit was crossed by my mom's word ' Bubblegum, why don't you just restart dancing?, you are really good at it'! Mom it runs in the blood, I guess! She never ever told me with the voice she told me this time.

Frankly, a part of my heart did a suicide at that moment. Really.

I am a victim of dance deprivation!

I am not sure, when I am going to start, from where (zeroth level or minus one!)I am going to start, but I guess this post really makes my heart feel a little bit of full- talking about the killed part of the heart due to deprivation of dance.

:/

September 17, 2012

Peeled-chilled-scattered!

Yes I was. Back to back Migraine attacks and the very old but finally recovering injury- I almost felt peeled off. The home sickness actually did not gripped me, I was in a different world all together and I am sure I did not want to be home. As I always say, I am blessed with some awesome buddies and a mind which can be distracted (what if with difficulty) by Ranbir Kapoor or Barfee reviews, or as little as a friend's mail. What if the mail contains good numbers of scolding sessions!! Have you ever heard of panning in the photography, where rest of the world is in action and you are paused!!? Well I experienced the same!

The bottle of Vicks actually gave up on me and I had to live on tablets to petrify migraine attacks, I must say Bubblegum my mind fought very well. It refused to get some more defects!

The peeling off session came to an end when My mom who actually got sentimental about me, yes, Bubblegum being her 'lovely still wise' (yes yes, wise!!) daughter who gifted her some awesome books she was planning to buy as birthday gifts!!Moms, well can sooth you after irritating you a lot with her your-friend-is-getting-engaged-what-about-you talks.Yeah she got all senti-venti and yours truly was highly elated  A rude daughter too I am, mom!! 

The warm up cricket match which we failed to win and so I say, we donated to Pakistan- talking about T20 matches in the lecture! We cant miss following, do we? Well, My brand new prof is still 'new' and I am sure he was focusing more on slides and less on our speechless comments about runs-overs left.

Some quick phone calls of my buddy Shane and a big leg pulling session of my bro buddy refreshes me to no beats- always!!It will be too much if I say they are my charms? Well I guess No. I must say, my senior who felt something is really wrong with me, called me and just like my friend VA, he got some cold answers. :D

Now as I can see, the whole post is going scattered-I wish I could actually reach where the scattered words cross the boundary of hopes of all readers and thus they actually start enjoying my blabbering special blog post,but. Period.

Abstract of the case study, I am undertaking,  is taking birth tonight!! (Hopefully!)

So better not to scatter marks and just the blog post!

Better to end the post?!! :D

I know you are relieved :D

September 16, 2012

To the Sunny Deol

Dear Sunny Deol,

Can you just come with your 'Dhai Kilo ka hath' and massage my head for some time.

My head ache can beat massages by those hands weighing a few grams!!

Bubblegum.


PS: I have written total seven posts today, period. Have deleted them too. :D

September 12, 2012

While I was not blogging..


  • I was watching Harry Potter movies back to back, for the first time in my life! First two parts were really awesome but then the Book-Sickness gripped me.Fourth part on wards negative vibes were not so tolerable so, I made a decent pose with the birthday witch hat and posted a photo on FaceBook. These Harry Potter Fans I tell you!
  • I was also, trying to study hard for a few hours, wrapped up my books/e books and again started watching movies on laptop. I guess I am watching movies on the laptop after ages!
  • I was really really talking with awesome enthusiasm on phone, ah, My Frock Buddy N was on the other end. Need less to stay I indulged into the awesome talk for some forty minutes?!
  • I was busy talking to Shana-Ah fighting with Shana , that we actually did not talk much. Secretly I wanted to share billion things which also includes how I am addicted to the Milo thing that I crave for,the moment I get up. Also, how I was ready to throw my iphone at him if he was here.Shane, Did I tell you this? :D
  • I was sleeping like a dog after 3pm and got up when even people in India would have reached office! Talking about my new body clock and the time difference!
  • I was Kiking  her, and I realized I just dont like anyone kiking me except her. She is the sole owner of my Kik messenger contacts.
  • I was busy in dressing up my knee for the every day walk. It is a pain I tell you. It scares me to the death now,to go for the jog on the concrete road with the open bruise. 
  • I was busy chatting over a cup of MILO with one of my roomies- The girl who can cry over a lost cricket match! Well I never felt so for the match against Newzies :D
  • I was busy in giving dull smiles to my room mates! They were doing the same. What else can you do after loosing an access card some where, sparkling some sea water in the mobile, loosing a floater (not the pair!) on the sea shore and last- In the tension, getting your leg trapped in the mayajal of cables in the room and making your hard disk fall at your feet!!? Well the Hard disk is not working too. What a mess! :/ Okay, before you people comment, I was not the one to create any of above problems. I am only a supported this time! God knows how?!
  • I was busy mailing a buddy of mine, who is so busy to shoot me a mail!! Well hope you got the hint dude!!! :/
  • I was busy thinking about myself. Period and Facebook. I kind of want to just delete my account-as I really feel like it. The only advantage of Face Book is, as of now ,it is the fastest way to communicate (Really) and I am scared some day it will kill my blog!!! 
  • I was busy judging the 'something' inside my soul, the 'Something' which is irritating me, pinching me, hurting me and I don't know the 'Something'! No I have not listened to the 'Something Something' song of the great Mickakckaka Singh!
  • I was just thinking of slapping the Chinese guy who forcefully sat beside me, though there was a gap of around 100 cms in between us, the smell -the vibes I got from him, I thought I was being petrified. Sheesh , too much of Harry Potter. Hold on, this guy, I must tell you has become a forced member of my team in a project. Where is Snape?
  • I was feeling connected to my Pune gang on Facebook, I still do- Feels like those days of innocence are back! Sometimes. Okay, I was not innocent, others were. The awesome thing is, we used to create wars out of every little issue in and around the atmosphere!
  • I was busy talking with my buddy Mr.Consolidation in the way I never did. I am sure he would be thinking, ah the girl has really grown up!! :D 


And while I was blogging,

I just had a thought- Will any one read this long lost blog post of mine till end? 

:D

September 8, 2012

Pro(O)fs!

Yeah the title serves two goals for the blog post. First.Apart from roaming around places in Singapore, watching movies back to back on laptops and ah, jogging I do somethings like, attending lectures-finishing my assignments and studying-sometimes. Everyone back home tells me at least once in a few days, "Beta study also over there!" Well, I guess I am good at multitasking. Guys, I will manage!

Thought of celebrating Teacher's day in a different style this time. I remembered most of my mentors and teachers, I would like to introduce my profs at Singapore! (I hope they wont get this blog-link!)

Differences in culture, teaching method over here and even life styles,their dressing- Well I don't know any of them personally so well for sure, I have observed so many things about them, just kind of fun while learning?

Prof 1: She is extra cute, smart and well tiny-lean figured human being. She laughs in a manner which makes me remember those tele films promoting different weird product on tv at odd hours- Nazar Suraksha Kavach?! She is of course an inspiring personality for me, she builds an aura where you dive into the world of gadgets. She posses any damn gadget you have ever heard of. Ipads, Ipods and smart phones are nothing. Portable scanner, recorder, GPS system for trekkers, Kindle, Cameras of every kinds. and what not. She studies the interactive design of all of them and let us study for a while. Isn't it she awesome! Ah, Did I tell you I went gaga over her polka dot formal frock?! Man, you should check her wardrobe!!

Prof 2: Well, he is the one who tries to develop fundamentals of product development in our minds and ends up developing boredom after an hour. Not his fault, for the people who never dived into the corporate world and are fresh from under graduate colleges find the lecture irrelevant most of the times.For me, well I sit with my friend who was actually in a firm who supplies to my ex-company- and so most of the time we keep on relating those presentation slides to our work and end up having a cup of coffee in the break to calm our selves down. Well , the other prof who came to assist some of the subject lectures, kept sprinkling tranquilizers with his presentation and so not only us, students, he also started feeling sleepy. So, he gave three big breaks in three long hours. Nothing more to observe!I kept on sleeping too.

Prof 3: He is of the age of our grand father. The brilliant look, this old man definitely has more energy then us and of course he keeps himself updated with the ongoing technologies-methods in System management. Ah, he just don't know how to operate his laptop properly. I guess he is from the Einstein league-Master of one, Jack of none.He is proud of his achievements and of course he is also very proud of us- for studying under him-No really-My observation. A motivating personality and a great dreamer. If you mute the recording of the video of his lecture, you can actually feel as if he is doing some retro style disco. Talking about actions he puts in moves while explaining every single sentence. That is the only fun part- or else you have to try real hard to note his words. I bet each word gives you knowledge.

Prof 4: The most simple and may be the youngest of all male profs. He takes one second and a few mili seconds to speak each word of the sentence he wants to frame in English- But we manage. This gentle man comes, delivers the lecture and leaves like a breeze. The part in between is -'Decipher my speech' part-which is done by us. We are getting better day by day!

Prof 5: My favorite I guess. He looks like an elder brother of Jacky Chan! Serious? Yes, we actually searched many of Chan's photos on Google while sitting in his lecture and tried to figure out how many facial features are matching and well, the conclusion is right-He looks like Chan! I used stare him and note each of his expressions in a few lectures-Well now I have to pay attention to what he talks. The subject is quite interesting and he is making it easier for us.He makes us do over time in lectures but worth it!! At least I remember my child hood hero-Jacky Chan!! :D

Besides my Profs- I would like to take pride in announcing that after three damn years I managed to study well and complete my first ever assignment in Singapore.

Well five more in the queue!! :/

Time to un-blog? No I guess- I can steal the time to blog!! See you next time! :)