Tuesday, July 31, 2007

Which school are you in?

This is the question which everyone frequently asks me( for general information, I am half an engineer now). My petite structure and innocent face(hem,hem...) fool many. There have been countless instances, when people have asked me if I am in the 8th standard.
The most recent of them occurred today morning. As I hurried to class, a group of second year guys were waiting in front of the department, searching for a scapegoat to rag. As I walked past them, I was ordered to come in proper dress code. I just stopped myself from laughing on their faces, as I saw the professor enter the class. I wish that I meet those guys again, so that I can teach them a thing or two about ragging.
But it is not always that the situations are hilarious. Once while travelling in a train with my mother, the TC refused to accept that I am 20 years old. He was very obstinate and I almost had a fight with him. It is basic common sense that if a girl is lying about her age, she would never show herself as being older.
But now I have come to accept that people think that I am a kid. I had a awkward experience in the library, when the issue clerk asked everyone to move aside so that "Gudiya" could come and get the book issued.
But looking at the brighter side, I will look younger even when I am very old. I may even be able to promote 'Santoor' soap, the advertisements of which show a young looking mom. But my friends say that if I do that advertisement, I will get the role of the daughter! All I would like to say to my detractors is that, "Meri twacha se meri umar ka pata hi nahi chalta"!

Saturday, July 21, 2007

Think before you speak

An adage recently caught my eye- "Arrows once shot and words once out of the mouth, can never be taken back." This is perfectly true. History is full of illustrations, where people have said certain things, leading to wars.
Even we say certain things, which we do not mean to say. But once said, nothing can be done. This specially happens when we are in a group. Spurred on by others, we may say things, which we might find funny, but others may not.
I have been caught in sticky situations where in the flow of the moment, I said many things, resulting in fights and once even costing a friendship. But still, I feel I have a lot of scope of improvement. Hope I can do it.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Left, Right, Left!!!

While reading Lefty's blog a few days back, I realised that we both shared something: our interest in sports. Just quiz me on any sport, be it the Rolland Garros(Long live the French), else even obscure sports like Shin Wrestling(played in the English countryside) or Elephant Polo(played in Thailand), and pat, you will have an answer. But while selecting a team, I am the last person one should place their bet on. In school, I abhorred the physical education examinations. I couldn't even outrun a snail( if a snail agreed to compete against me). When I reached college, I was informed that we had the best sporting facilities in the country. Like this was the golden chance for which I was waiting. I still can't understand why people torture themselves, in order to sweat it out. Even entering the UGES gives me the creeps, seeing people play so many games. And believe me, Foosball looks good, only when Joey and Chandler play it.
But this does not mean that I have not had my moment of sporting glory. When I was elected the captain of my house, in school, the one thing which really worried me, was the Sports Day. Normally, I would have abstained from taking part in such mundane activities. But "With Great Power, comes Great Responsibility". I had to lead my squadron in the march past competition. I thought, all I needed to do was to walk and shout orders. I could do both, so it should be a piece of cake. Albeit a few minor hiccups, my long hours of shouting, did pay off. I was highly complimented on my skills and our squadron did win some prizes.
After that, I hung up my boots and did not further exploit my sporting prowess. One may wonder, why? But it is my belief that one should gracefully retire at one's peak time. Else he is capable of being mocked at. Till the day, when I again get the right platform to showcase my talents, May My Boots Rest in Peace!