Dedicated 'Drive' to ?

Deep inside the forest is where you are left behind all alone. No sign of a living human breathe, no sign of pathway to rescue. The faint sounds of movements reaching you ear, can't figure out from which direction, is it just the leaves of the trees due to the gentle wind or is it the tiny organisms crawling on the ground trying to creep on to you or is it something bigger which is trying to reach your flesh. With all nerves tight, taking a step with utmost amount of care and fright, moving ahead, now comes the danger. Doppler effect! Something is approaching. Heart started to palpitate, legs gain the momentum, and run! Ran and ran and the thing you thought was approaching is still following .Far in the end of your sight a sign of hope arised. An old style hunter's car! END! Sign: Good or bad? This is what is the picture that comes to my mind when i think of my ability to 'Drive'. What if i was not able to drive out of such a predicament? The hope that had risen would have soon thrashed into vain.
So, be it a flying jet, a lambhorgini!, a hitech bus, a truck, a four wheel van,a three wheeler auto, a two wheel scooter, or even my pro! vehicle bajaj spirit, whatever it is ! I should be able to drive. Well, quite tough a job it is to fulfil such a dream. But atleast a few of them, I should. I know My dream sounds weird !

PS: This is not an advertisement to hire me for a driving job for any vehicle in my future. :D

Govinda! Govinda!

Govinda ! Govinda ! is what keeps blowing in your mind all throughout the time you are in that dark enclosed hall. The broken chip from lays on your lips, trying to slowly inch on to your tongue, while your uncooperative eyes and ears fully dedicated to concentrating on what the old man in the white shawl in front trying to explain from the semi-dark background, noticing the tears falling from the beautiful eyes of the girl next to him and with so weak a knowledge at the higher levels of language, well, there's nothing more you can do than poking the next person and asking "Ah, what did he just say ?". The climax of RGV's new film Sarkar Raj which i watched this weekend. :)

Holidays!

Holidays ! :D The days that kept me waiting , all through my first semester in college. Not for the reason that i'm nostalgic but for a break that i was looking for from the supposedly overburdened life that me and my friends thought . The first came in the mid semester 'the break for a week' for diwali . After a continuous pleading by the 'then CSA' to the dog-like-proffessor(:D) , finally got the vacation extended for a week , and all set to go ! First time , in such large a group , familiar faces on every side , no parents to put you restricted , no one to silence you from judging the guys passing , not a soul to hinder your genuine attempts at singing (well, there might be for me :D )..the sense of freedom with a hint of responsibility, the jubiliation felt, not leaving the climate that added flavour to it , all together simply leave me amazed each time i look back at it. The four days of home stay passed in a flash and all of us back in college again.

Holidays! :D The first semester break, reached home somehow getting off the painstaking comprees in a slapdash fashion! Like the rest is more enjoyed only after pain, holidays are more relishing only after such a travail. The vacation ended even before starting to think about any of the to-do-list items - driving, cooking, gym, early to bed early to rise, playing - nothing came into effect ! nothing absolutely!

Holidays! :D Now the biggest break! Summer! Now more things added on to the list and with still the same laziness and the addiction to the comp, can you hope to get worse? They just passed with lil spice here and there with some computer course stuff and now,One year done ! and we are seniors ! Omitting the winter hols again which followed the same trend , next came the second summer break which had PS 1, which i thought would be a mere waste of time baking in the hot sun at my station.

Holidays! :) :| :D NTPC Simhadri. PS 1 started in no time and me, the only girl at my station in a group of 15 not so good looking ones (including me :D ) and not so mingling ( me too again :D ) .But new faces which and new friends who always interested me, gave me the impetus to make friends.Habituating myself to trying to decipher varied kinds of psychology of guys, in a weeks time i was all set in place and feeling comfortable, loved going to PS each day inspite of burning heat. And now started all the fun... endless discussions on his unmatched heights of lethargy, his walking,talking,dressing styles, rebuking behind his back and posing sincerity on his front... always wondered if he did not wonder about his weekness of mind and impassion towards life. Yes, none other than our PS instructor is whom i m talking about. ( He seemed quite normal after his marriage last semester, all hail his wife! ) .Not just about him, exploring new places in and around the plant as well as the new eateries in the city, trying to be more like a guy which i always thought is cool was even more exciting to me. Almost all the time lived in ash or dust, climbed up huge machines, tanned to the fullest, our PS 1 was just wonderful timepass with a little technical stuff that we supposed to have learnt but more than that, the fun and excitement is always a happy remnant of the vacation to all of us. And so that came to an end.

Holidays :( :| : Again omitting the winter hols in between which as usual passed in silence, this summer vacation is a little about some non-happy emotions that carried from the last semester, a little about GRE preparation, a little about the upcoming yet another place to rejoice PS2, Bangalore,(and ofcourse a lil about being home too). So a little away from usual, this time things on the list are coming in action. I’m learning to drive, cook, not forgetting to put aside the wordlist, growing ma hair :), sleeping limitedly(only 9 hours a day :) ) and now created my blog too which i had been planning to do since the past two years. Well, these holidays seem something like 'not holidays but not even in college'. Trying to be in touch with all my dear friends cuz i'm scared when i'll fail to be(which i tend to, always! :( ) .So early, with a feeling of running towards the end of the four years, already missing a lot of my friends, with my sincere request to you to 'keep me in touch with you :D' I end my first blog. :( :| :) :D