I am back!!!

Just like promised...agreed it took a bit longer than expected. It all started with my intern...no internet connection, so my loyalty to the blogosphere diminished. Then on my return, I suffered from what is known as the "Writer's Block"( I like to give myself airs). But I have been faithfully following my favourite blogs...be it sun or rain, nothing can deter me from doing so.
So today when I was reading one of the aforementioned blogs, I came across a post telling about the different songs the writer was listening to. So I thought even I should put up my playlist(not that anyone is interested) but still.
1. Way Back Into Love(Title track-Music and Lyrics)- Hugh Grant simply seduces you with his charming voice and the cherry on the cake is that he is way too cute. And if Triple H is reading this, Hugh Grant rocks!
2. Carnival of Rust- Poets of the Fall- I have never heard such a sensuous baritone. The song doesn't make sense, but still it sounds good.
3. Colourblind-Darius- Ya I know it is an old song, but the lyrics are really nice. The way he compares each colour to an emotion is innovative.
4.I wish I was a punk rocker(Sandy Thomas)- If you haven't heard this, do listen to it.It is different.
5. Falguni Pathak- In my defense, the TS were going on. And Maine Payal Hai Chankaayi is a good song. I liked the guy Vivan Bhatena, long before he became a star.
So tell me about your playlists as well.
P.S.- I am back on popular demand, so if this post sucks, then it is not my fault. I had nothing to write about.
P.P.S.- Disclaimer- All P.Ss and P.P.Ss are written on my own accord, without inspiration from any person living or dead.

The Mistress of Procrastination

It’s been a long time. And after all the promises that I had made to myself to be regular in my blog, I fell back to my old ways. I have had a lot to write about, and I did write a lot many posts in my head (if that counts). I had tests, then went home, my bro came to see my college, I went on a class trip, then went home again, then came back and participated in the college fest and finally again had tests. Phew!!! That was a lot but not even one post.
But in my defense, I would like to tell you that I was busy. I have had a lot on my hands lately. This is what should have been the reason. But in reality, I have had ample time on my hands. I was talking to my friend at the dinner table. She told me that she was attending guitar classes, learning vocals and playing tennis. This is in addition to our regular classes. In comparison to this, I am doing nothing. Daily I hang out with my friends. If FRIENDS has CENTRAL PERK, HIMYM has McLARREN’S, the we have our very own nesci and alpahaar. I am reading a lot (novels, if you must know), watching a lot many movies and listening to music. I religiously follow blogs(Becca ,Sarcastica, Angelique)and I have come to know that people write brilliantly. And other mere mortals like me, look upto these great BLOGGERS. I daily wait for them to update. And I have come to know that the comments on a single post can run into thousands and mine barely, if ever, manage to reach double digits.
I plan to lift this blanket of laziness soon and start living life with a new unfound zest. But that I will do as soon as I find it ☺. But looking at the positive side of things, when I finish college, I will have a huge database of movies and tv shows. ☺

I ask myself....

Have you ever wished for something, worked for something and really know that you deserved it and then not get it? Have you ever seen less competent people surpassing you? Have you ever let your expectations rise so high, that you yourself know it is impossible to fulfill them? Have you ever felt so bad, that you lost all feeling itself? Have you ever felt so let down, that you lose your faith itself? Have you seen your loved ones ever walk past you, without even giving you as much as a glance? Have you looked on unable to explain your feelings and wishing the other person would simply understand them? Have you wished to do something and then just held back?.....

Midnight Ponderings

It is midnight and I am at home.:) Yes, I know it is a nice thing, especially for hostellers like me. Anyway it is time for our annual family get-together, so am home.
First things first. The previous 2 weeks were over in a flash. My economics presentation was very good and beautifully made(it is my blog after all). But as it was mine, there was bound to be some minor glitch in it. I misspelt my name. Shakespeare may say as to "What's in a name?", but still it is my name. The prof didn't notice and now I have a new name. Apart from that, the presentation was simply fantabulous.
Then the test series came and also Valentine's day, which were both disappointments, and the less said about them the better it is.
So the best part is that I have taken a week long hiatus from college and come home. I am catching up on all the bickerings and fightings with my brother. And my mom has forbidden us both from sitting in the same room without her supervision.:) (Imagine, my bro and I are old enough to vote, drive a car and even get married!) And time has travelled back and I have again become a crybaby(have complained about my bro, atleast a zillion times in the past 4 days). But my bro is no angel either.
So am having fun. And I have just found out, that my apple does have a touchpad. I know I must be ashamed of myself. For the past one year, I went about telling everyone otherwise. But then, "To err is human".
Bon Nuit!

Brrrrrrr.............

It is cold...real cold today. I managed to get up from my hot cosy bed and go to class. I captured a picture of my hostel at 9 in the morn.I know it is foggy.

I was trying to take some more beautiful pics due to which I even became late for class. I sat through a whole hour of powder metallurgy, only to learn in the end, that I will not be given attendance.:(
Any way it snowed nearby, so obviously it is going to get colder. Brrrrr........

Who to blame?

Its the new year, a new trip but the circumstances remain the same. For the interested, let me elaborate. It is the time for the annual magazine trip, and for the past two years, the equations has remained the same. The girls, first of all, wish to go an overnight trip. Everyone agrees but all's well does not always end well. In the end, the girls back out, leaving the guys to enjoy their freedom.
Analysing the reasons as to why girls don't go, is a difficult task. Parents generally don't agree. They have their own reasons. Some of them do agree, but ultimately seeing the minuscule number of girls, forbid their daughters from going. I don't even wish to go into the details of why they do so. I don't wish to blame them, as they would have be having valid reasons.
Next, coming to the guys in the group. Not their mistake, after all we let them down. But I do wish they would understand that we don't do so on purpose. The memory about our not going on the previous trip is still fresh in our minds, and we have a new situation to add to it. I don't blame them, but it would be better if they were a bit more sympathetic about it. We do try our best to coax our parents.
So, who should we blame? Should we blame ourselves for wanting to go on a trip? This is a question which will yield no answer.

Ramblings

I am now feeling that I am falling into a deep abyss of nothingness. The days are stretching long before me and I have a lot to do. The tut sheets pile up in front of me and I don't have the will to pick them up and solve them. "Someone will do it", that is the thought that comes to my mind.
I sit and stare idly at the ceiling. I need to make an economics presentation but I still don't have a topic.
In short, I have lots to do but nothing is getting done.

The Grind

People ask me as to what we do in metallurgy. And so today I am going to squash all rumours about how less we work. First of all, we daily have classes from 9 to 5. Ya, I know it is too long, but then aren't we the brightest minds in the country. Next, our department firmly believes that practise makes a man perfect. For the past 2 years we have been doing the same practical. We are required to grind samples, polish them with 4 grades of emery paper and then polish it on the wheel. And finally view the microstructure. Simple, you would say and would be wondering what am I making a fuss about. But I will let you into a secret. Barring 2 or 3 illustrious people in my class, none of us can still get all the planes alligned in one direction nor can we remove all scratches. Everytime I polish the sample, instead of becoming more fine and flat, more and more scratches are generated. And if any one of us to is fortunate enough to get a glimpse of the structure, then we break into a victory dance. And I tell you, the achievement is as big as landing on the moon.
This time I managed to get some photographs. This is a photograph of our beloved grinder which has seen various other competent students like us, unable to get a perfect surface.

I also managed to photograph my friend hard at work. This is how we polish a sample on the emery paper.

I will try to give you more insights into the lives of metallurgists from time to time. But right now, I am going to draw those microstructures. And I really hope, that one day I will achieve the perfect surface and see the always elusive microstructure, all by myself.

I wish..

Sometimes I really wish I was a boy. I know I should not be thinking such things, but still. I know our life is much easier then theirs. A boy is expected to provide, while a girl is expected to maintain the provisions. If she provides as well, then well and good, but it is not her primary aim in life. I do believe that we have the easier way out.
But even then I sometimes do wish that I was a boy. They have a different kind of freedom which we don't have. We can't go out at night alone, because there may be bad people lurking about. Always go out with some members of the "stronger" sex, we were advised, and as if that helps. The recent cases in Mumbai and Kochi prove otherwise.
I do wish that there will come a time, when girls will have the same freedom as guys, but I don't see it anywhere in the near future. And until then, all I can do is wish to be a guy.

Fear of the Dark

Iron Maiden sang this song expressing their fear of the dark and the unknown. We all suffer from some or the other fear...there are some things which scare us out of our wits. These fears may cause ordinary persons to put up their best resistances in order to avoid them.
I suffer from one such fear. The thing that I am afraid to do, is generally enjoyed by all. I have a phobia of writing on the blackboard. Coax me, cajole me, but my hand will not touch a chalk piece. I have no idea where this fear stems from, but it is deeply ingrained in my system.
While in school, I abhorred teachers who asked us to write on the board. Students became monitors, specifically because they could legally write names on the board. When I became the monitor, I never wrote names on the blackboard and so was generally liked by the students. You may say I have proper etiquettes and did not like to show my back to the audience. The very few times I was actually face to face with the monstrous black board, I felt a hundred pair of eyes boring into my back. I could feel the pressure and the tension in the air. It is laudable that I even managed to write an alphabet. So I came up with a thousand and one reasons of not writing including "I suffer from chalk dust allergy" and the less used "My hands will become rough".
You will be wondering why I suddenly thought about enlightening you about my syndrome. It so happened that today in my GD class I suggested a brilliant topic. The prof asked me to write the same on the board and there I developed cold feet. I looked to my side and asked the next person to come to my rescue, which he very unsympathetically refused to do so. The tension was mounting, my classmates were looking at me and waiting for me to get up and complete this "simple" task, but I sat glued to my chair. I again asked my neighbor, and he looked at me blankly without understanding my anguish. The prof then said to him-"write it down, she is short and will not be able to reach that height." I let that rebuke pass, but I would like to tell him that I am as tall as an average Indian woman. The guy got up and wrote and I heaved a sigh of relief. I wonder what I would have done if I had been pressurised even once more-probably I would have left the class(yes, I am paranoid) or may have feigned a cough.
After reading this you may be rolling on the floor with laughter, but it sure is a big thing for me.

Till Now...

Ok...I have put off writing a post for long but now I am finally filled with an ardent desire to write something. So I will first of all update you on the past month's happenings. I watched more movies and then I came back home. I spent my birthday transversing the length of the country but it was a new experience. I have never spent my birthday outside my home...not even in school nor in college. I received birthday wishes from all my friends and spent more than Rs.100 on roaming on that day, but every rupee was worth it. I found that the age of 22 also brought, signs of maturity and wisdom on my face. I was asked by two people, while travelling, if i was working!
I surfed through a lot of blogs in the holidays. For starters, check out Lemonade's blog. Her designs are brilliant and the girl is obviously very talented. Then, I came across many blogs written by girls and it was a new and refreshing change(I can be forgiven. I study in a boys college and have really forgotten the various talents of the fairer sex). The blogs talked about all things under the sun ranging from mundane daily issues to politics to sex. There were many topics which I have many times thought of writing about, but then have changed my plans, for fears of being branded a feminist.
I spent new year in Roorkee, with some midnight wishing and bakar. College began on the 1st (we were supposed to only register, but still...it is 1st). We are supposed to fill up these 6 forms containing all our relevant information(I don't know what they do with the last year forms) but ultimately it is a tedious process.
Classes started the very next day with the professors, each coming and giving us an introduction of their subject. I have taken "Advanced Foundry" as my departmental elective, and soon found that we have "Foundry" as a core course itself. This has resulted in listening to the same thing about moulds and patterns in consecutive lectures. God save me!
The other day, a prof while explaining something about hardness, told us about the material of shaving blades. Then he went on to state how most of us use it regularly, while(looking at the 3 girls in class) others do not. I could hardly stiffle my laughter and carefully avoided looking at my friend. I just wished to explain him that some also use razors, but then thought otherwise.
Anyway, I plan to update more frequently this year(this is what I write in each post), but still "I need to have a will, to have a way". And I would like to wish you all a Happy New Year.:)
And Do Not Drink and Drive