My Life, my dreams, my musings……..

July 25, 2008


Filed under: Uncategorized — Shyamala N. @ 1:22 pm

The other day, I was watching a movie, “Bruce Almighty”, starring Jim Carrey, Jennifer Aniston and Morgan Freeman. What started as a laughter riot, slowly took a very profound turn. The story is about a news reporter, who can’t handle his life well. He is treated as a doormat, and this, he deifinitely cannot take in his stride. He is so frustrated that he starts rebuking God for all his failures, he makes statements like God is incapable and has no powers. And Pooh! How does God decide to assure him of His powers? He makes Jim God!!! And what follows is a series of events which ends you up in stitches. Initially Jim is damned happy that he has invincible powers. He uses them to straighten up his life, but that’s about all he cares about. But, God can’t just concentrate on one single human, can he? He starts hearing all kinds of strange voices inside his heads, which, of course are prayers of the entire human race. At one point of time, tired of answering the prayers, he grants everything to everybody. As expected, it results in a havoc. Finally, Jim realizes that it isn’t a simple job to be God after all! He quits the job(??) and leads his life normally again.

Funny, huh?? Yeah, initially it does appear to be really funny and full of laughs. But there is a serious side to it as well. How would it feel to be God? I mean, yeah, it’s kinda out of the box thinking, but again, thoughts are seamless. Imaginations can reach any nook and corner…there are no limitations to them. Being God, being the Almighty…The thought alone is so HUGE and so overpowering. By the way, one thing needs to be got clear. Who is God actually? Is He a person, with a human form? Maybe no, because that would give Him a mortal picture. Humans are mortal, not God. Is God a form of light? Something you can explain, but not see? C’mon, you cannot SEE light, you just see things around you because of Light! So maybe God is Light, the ethereal, pious, WHITE LIGHT. Or, again, is God some kind of energy? I have an inclination to believe that He is some form of energy. But then, light too is some form of energy. So, that does it. God is Light and God is Energy. See, you don’t have to really agree to this conclusion of mine. Because if you do, u wudnt’t have the broadmindedness to see the big picture. My idea needn’t be on the same geographical map as urs, but definitely, both count equally.

I have always had a belief that each one of us is connected to everyone else on this earth. We share some kind of bond, a kind of relationship which holds our hearts and emotions together. Bizarre as it may sound, how else can you explain the sudden smile that flashes across your face, or that unexplained grumpiness which creeps in? I say, these feelings occur because someone somewhere is happy or sad. Not ready to buy this idea? OK fine…explain this! You are very, very sad, and all of a sudden, ur friend comes up. He is quite happy. On seeing him, you feel quite better, a little happy too, maybe? Don’t tell me that it’s because the presence of your friend does wonders to u. It’s got nothing to do with the physical presence of a person. It works at the mind level. Mind has a very strong transmission system. The receptors are designed to capture signals very effectively. And once the good/bad signals are received, then the T&D system of our body works its way and we tend to become happy or sad-without a reason! So u see, how well we humans are interconnected, at the mind level!

Now, when cosmos was formed, there definitely must have been something called cosmic energy flowing. Given the magnanimity of the universe, obviously, this cosmic energy should be very very large in magnitude. So large, that as an individual is born, he is endowed with a little bit of this energy, and there is still enough available for aeons to come! Whew! This cosmic energy is the one that binds us all together. There is a little of this potent energy that comes from the same source. So, no matter how varied we are, at one point, we become one, our minds become united.  To be contd…


July 17, 2008


Filed under: Uncategorized — Shyamala N. @ 11:21 pm

Hahaha…Sounds so much like the Reeta Skeeter book, isn’t it??? Well, the content herewith isn’t sketchy and blown up or full of lies…(in case the title troubles u, just overlook it! It was meant to give it a similarity to HP). This blog is a revisit to some of my experiences at school. Why shud u read it? U don’t have to, is for me to recollect and have a few laughs. If u don’t read on though, bad luck will prevail for u, for the next 3 months. Hey…KIDDING!! I know i have drawn ur attention enough now. So no more building prefaces. Lemme jump into the stuff directly. (Others, go to next para directly; Ma’am, sorry if i am blabbering….but ur wish has always been my command!).

Well…In case u haven’t read my previous post, here’s a gist about my life at school. Huh…on second thoughts, go read my previous post and then come back. I could always do wid a few hits on my blog stats… 😀 .  A school is any student’s haven. It is the place where a child begins its journey of life. My school gave me enough strength to endure anything. My thoughts were given voices, and I was transformed into a productive, useful human being(Dare you question this…). I had always aspired to be in the good books of all the teachers. That was my prime concern at school,for which i had to face some criticism from some of my close pals. Nonetheless, I have had my share of fun at school. Now, who doesn’t? When I look back, I do have some memories which bring back smiles on my face. Being naughty in subtle ways is always healthy, and recommended 😉 .

Our kinda fun was different. It surely included the normal stuff…rechristening some teachers, passing chits, eating in one of the class periods, bunking classes, bunking assemblies, and the likes. But, I remember having been part of some operations which were a bit off the edge and beyond limits to an extent. For instance, in one of my middle classes, we had a teacher who, as per our definitions, was very strict and inhuman. She used to “trouble” us a lot. Result? We, the ‘noble’ gang, took it on us to teach her a lesson. So out we set, with a mission in hand, and unanimous class support. We chose the Annual Function as the day to put our plan to action. We boycotted the function, and cycled to the locality where the teacher lived. We armed ourselves with some stones, and broke her window. Back then, we never knew that the window we broke was her bathroom’s window. The rest is history. For a week, as soon as the teacher entered the classroom, there used to follow a strong smell of deodarant. Any guesses why???? Hahahah…

And then, in our tenth standard, we did something which could have screwed us up totally.and  It’s a kinda ritual that there is an exodus of students in tenth standard. People usually migrate to different places, with hope that they can perform better in other places. No shit, even I was one of the migrants. So, it went without saying that the last few days were filled with emotions, promises to keep in touch, best wishes, and the most inevitable, SLAM BOOKS(Now when I look back, i see how stupid the concept was. Like, what could i possibly do by knowing others’ fave actor, fave dish, etc? Mebbe play the movie of their fave actor and cook their fave dish when they come to meet me after years??? NAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH. I don’t buy this idea anymore. But, back then, it was a religious ritual, which any orthodox DiPSite wouldn’t dare to break!). All of us carried a slam book with us to school, which, obviously, was against the rules. It was 21st December precisely, the official last working day for us. Feelings were running high, emotions were at their peak. People were busy resolving their old fights, were trying hard to make up for the past blunders. Amidst all this, one of our fellow classmates, who wasn’t paid much attention to, decided to blow the whistle. He went and complained to our not-so-friendly P T Sir, that 99% of the class had slam books. And apparently, our P T Sir believed too much in the maxim, “Make hay while the sun shines.” He came and started searching our bags. Now, there is a column in most of the slam books, which reads, “The teacher I hate the most”. We had poured our hearts out into that one. That was the most coveted secret of ours, and we had given very grotesque comments in that. (Ahemm….am a good girl, remember?). Then what?Our bloods froze! We could see our not-so-good future ahead. Very very luckily, most of the slam books were there in class X-B. The checking began in class X-C, because we had our P T period then. We went and talked to the most friendly teacher, who sympathised with us and gave us a brilliant idea. She asked us to throw all the slam books from the window, so that it would fall in the P T ground, and one of us could go and fetch it stealthily. Neat, isn’t? (Ma’am, wondering who it is?). So, the day was saved by Mrs. Sreekala Madhavan. Love U ma’am…

Yeah, this one prank has always been one of my faves. Hehehee…! There was this maths teacher of ours, who wasn’t exactly our favourite. We used to love getting back at him. Poor soul! He had this pathetic habit of teaching from guides. Maybe he doubted our intellects, or his own, who knows? Whatever, he never used to go beyond the scope of the guide. We hated that. Once, he wrote down a question on the board, some proof in trigonometry. He was called outside by his colleague. We saw a wonderful chance to play a prank. We had one of our friends to interchange the theta and gamma in the question. Our teacher came back, and asked if any of us were able to solve the sum. We drew blank faces(which was mostly to keep ourselves from laughing). He rebuked us, and started solving the sum. At the fag end, he got confused. There was a look of terror in his face. He alternately looked into the guide and the board. Trust me, it was BLISS!!! 40 mins of TOTAL FUN! The bell rang, and he’d given up all hoped of solving the sum. Then, as a heroic gesture, the guy who had changed the signs, put them in place again. Man, it was a LAUGHTER RIOT! Result was much in our favour-the teacher never stepped into our class again. Well, once, well before this incident, we had torn pages from his much coveted guide, much to his chagrin. The results were quite similar, just that he hadn’t stopped comimg to the classes.

This is one thing that I personally don’t take any pleasure in recounting. Hell, it doesn’t even register as a prank! But yeah, it was an act nonetheless funny. In my eighth standard, we were a lovely bunch of students, the best any teacher could ask for. AM NOT BRAGGING, just spillin out the truth. The gals and guys were well matched in intellect, and there used to be usual battle of wits. Our English ma’am(no points for guessing who—the very same, Sreekala Ma’am), used to keep us at our feet with group discussions and quizzes. We used to be divided into odds and evens as per the roll numbers. Invariably, odds consisted of the creamy layer guys and evens were the creamy layer gals. Once the dice was rolled, it was a deadly war between us. Sparks used to fly everywhere. It used to take a lot of effort from ma’am’s side to settle us down again. During one of such sessions, my dear friend Sumit and I got into a heated argument over a lesson. (“A Lamb to slaughter”, just for the records) We were at our peaks, each trying to mock the other. What started off as an intellectual debate, ended up as a filthy street fight. Egos were running high. Ma’am had to literally pull us apart. She said, “If both of you are given boxing gloves, you’d kill each other in the rink!”. But, she made a final statement that she preferred Sumit’s viewpoint to mine. Gosh! What a blow it was on me! In front of my eyes, I could see my ego being kicked and lain to dust. I couldn’t take it, and so did my fellow debaters. We decided to boycott ma’am’s ensuing classes. We did so. It took us 15 days and hell a lot of cold stares and hinted comments from ma’am to get ourselves back to normal. And did i leave Sumit alone? Never! I took my toll at him, and said something which cost me 1 year of non-communication wid him. Sorry Sumit, never meant to hurt u! It just happened; happy to have you back…

Hahaha…this one could be called GROSS!!! We’ve got a lot of scolding for this one. Well, my friend Beethi once suffered from a bad bout of throat infection. So much so, that there used to be blood streaks in her phlegm. She confided this to me. The “would-be doctors” in us could give only one indication-cancer…! Man, we even went to the extent of crying our hearts out, and promising that we’d be friends again in the next ‘janam’. Beethi didn’t turn up to school for a week. Apparently, she wanted to spend her “last few days” with her family. Back then, we used to have a Bio teacher, who was very friendly wid the two of us. She was concerned about Beethi’s continuous absence, and when it crossed the threshold of one week, she could no longer stand it. She summoned me and asked what the problem was. With a lump in my throat, i told her about Beethi. At first, she was alarmed. Then suspicion crept in, and asked me, how we were so sure. I told her about the blood streaks in her phlegm. Now when I look back, I am damned sure that it would’ve taken her all her might to refrain from slapping me hard. She asked me to tell Beethi to come to school next day and see her. You can as well guess what the result was, for it isn’t pleasant enough for me to recall that part! 😉

July 8, 2008

An Ode To My Alma Mater

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: — Shyamala N. @ 5:55 pm
frontal view

frontal view

When I look down the memory lane, I can vividly see that my most cherished memories are those of my first school, Delhi Public School, Korba. Of all the educational institutes that I’ve been associated with, this is the ONLY institute that I wish to be recognized with. Yeah, am proud to be a DiPSite!

I joined the school at the age of 4. So, throughout the formative phase of my life, I have been a part of this school. I remember how excited I used to be about getting ready for school. My first teacher was Kusum Badola ma’am, who literally held my hands and taught me my first cursive. I was lucky to be in the safe hands of some of the best teachers, all through my life at DPS, Korba. There was a blend of different cultural and lingual inhabitants at Korba. So, that spiced up my life all the more. Like, I had a Bengali friend, a Marathi Friend, a classmate from some place as remote as Assam…. “Variety IS the spice of life!”. DPS gave me a platform to excel in many things. We were given loads and loads of opportunities. The teachers held our hands, and walked with us, during our early years. Then gradually, when we became steady enough, they slowly left our hands to teach us how to walk alone. But, they were always there, with the encouraging smile on their face. They rushed to us when we were about to fall. They never scolded us when we fell down. Instead, they helped us on our feet again, and motivated us to walk further. Hats off to you, dear teachers!! I am, because You are!!

I happened to make some of my best friends for life here at DPS. We were the notorious gang at school…good at studies, fun loving and rule breakers! Man! Some days those were….! You know, there are these times when I become so desparate because, the harder I try to reach out to the

entrance to the insti

entrance to the insti

memories of those days, the more they seem to slip away from me. A wave of nostalgia sweeps through me when i chance across the pictures taken back then. A sudden desire, a longing to go back, sit in those classes, listen to my teachers takes over me. I know it is next to impossible, but then, my wishes are mine and so is my imagination. I have found refuge in moulding my imagination to a great extent.”Had this been the case, this is how I would have been….”, and there starts a dream sequence, where i am the director and i am the actor. Lovely experience it is! Ahhh……forgive my getaways! This wasn’t the planned course of my blog, but I cudn’t overcome the urge of mentioning it. Hehehehe!

Well, DPS gave me some very valuable lessons in life. I learnt to revere my teachers and elders here. That, according to me, is one lesson which is best if inculcated at an early age. Though, at initial stages, this learning was in a crude form,(u know, standing up and saying in a monotone…”Gooodaaa moooorrrnniiinnng maaaaa”aaammmmm”! Back then, it was a ritualistic early morning song that we thought we had to sing on seeing the chalkbearers. Gross!!), later, it became a part and parcel of our lives. Then, we were taught to SEEK for opportunities. True, for some days, we had to be spoonfed, but later, it was thrust upon us that we were all warriors who had to fight for ourselves, and all by ourselves. This was one lesson that really helped me in my life ahead. You know, you must be strong enough to take responsibility of all your actions and their consequences.  When you look back, you must not have any regrets. This takes a lot of courage, but is a very very important thing in life.

Next, we learnt to be independent at school. The curriculum was so designed that we had to LEARN things in their totality, not just mug up and vomit. Being independent saves you from many hassles. The only person u are answerable to is yourself. That sure helps, doesn’t it??? And yeah, one thing that am very thankful for, to my school is, that it helped me develop my love for the English Language. I seriously feel that the incapability to speak English is nothing less than a handicap. The importance of conversing in English was injected in us. Stress was not laid upon using flamboyant and bombastic words, but the emphasis was more on the correct usage of grammar. Now I am in a position wherein I understand the nuances of the language and am grateful to my school for that!

a wonderful view of my school!!!

a wonderful view of my school!!!

Oh! what fun we used to have at school! I used to be the monitor, a rare but least sought after opportunity given to the most (un)fortunate students. The ONLY advantage of being the monitor was that you had in ur possession, the class pass…Now that was THE MOST SOUGHT AFTER OBJECT IN THE CLASS! It was the exit pass from the class. Only the proud possessors of the class pass were allowed the luxury of roaming on the corridors during change of periods. And, would I compromise on that luxury!!??? NEVER! Hahaha…the wicked I, and my equally wicked friends used to perpetually be on the corridors, much to the disgust of Patel Sir(sorry sir, but we are not sorry!). Our destinations used to be the junior wing staff room or the john. Ahemmm….to cut a long story short, we derived immense pleasure in bunking some OBNOXIOUS classes!!! Hey, dont u judge me by that!

Coming to talk about friends, guess I could go on forever and ever. Beethi, Swati, Surabhi, Sumit are some people whom i’d never forget throughout my life. We stood together through thick and thin. Their inclusion in my life made it all the more colourful and worthy. We broke almost all the rules laid down at school, but escaped altogether. I really cherish the memories of the times that we’d spent together. And I would fail if I do not mention two other people who made my life worth living. They’re two teachers of mine, who really were my beacon. Had it not been for them, I wouldn’t have been what I am today. Sreekala Ma’am, my English teacher, literally transformed me into the person I am today. I know she’s way too modest to accept this, but I know how much she means to me. I look upon her as my second mother. I love her for her unending trust in me and my abilities. I am very happy that I rediscovered her, and we talk almost everyday. Thank You ma’am, for everything you’ve given me! And, Renu Ma’am, my Hindi teacher, who kept reminding me at all points of time that I had it in me!! Though with a bith of distant approach, she saw to it that I did bring out the best in me. I had always aspired to be in her best books, and this aspiration drove me to give my best in all my endeavours. So, I owe a lot to her. Thank you Ma’am, your constant support and drive truly helped me a lot!

the assembly ground

the assembly ground

So, these are some of my memories about my school. I was browsing through the album of one of my friends who happened to visit the school recently. I must say, i felt so jealous of him…!!! So, when i stumbled upon those pics, on an impulse i sat down to write this post. As my previous posts, this one wouldn’t follow any particular order. Just that i have typed at a stretch for 45 mins, and in a random order, mentioned whatever came into my mind. I do hope i have succeeded in stirring some old memories of yours. Believe me, nothing like reliving those old days in the backdrop of ur memories. After all,   Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.  And, I strongly believe that….”The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark.”…God bless!!!!

July 4, 2008

I find Bliss in…

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: — Shyamala N. @ 9:47 pm

Well, I was thinking what makes me the happiest. Many random thoughts passed through my mind, and it took me a while to bead them into a string of logic. I am not to be put to blame if You don’t find any logic in the lines that follow. For me, they happen to be the most blissful things. Sometimes, happiness lies in life’s small things. These things are so painfully small, that searching for them with the glasses of logic and reasoning makes them impossible to be found. When you least expect to, you actually stumble upon them. That, lemme tell u, is an exhilarating experience. Happiness is a feeling, bliss is a state of mind. Once you get to experience that bliss, the memory of it alone is enough to keep you going for days together.

I find bliss:

1) In the fresh aroma of wet earth after the first showers of rain.

2) In standing under the cold shower, after a particularly sweaty day.

3) In listening to ENIGMA, sitting in a dark, closed, cool room. (Ahhh…the bliss of solitude!).

4) In listening to the voice of a friend over phone, whom I’ve been missing a lot.

5) In the aroma of good food cooking when I’m damned hungry.

6) In the feeling of cold water down my parched throat.


7) When a baby grasps my finger inside its tiny hand.

8) In the touch of a small baby’s hand.

9) When I see a man playing with a small baby.

10) When I hear the wind-chimes, chiming their beautiful music in the gentle breeze.

11) In the blast of the cold air of the Air-Conditioner on my face on a very sultry day.

12) In the innocence of a child.

13) In the taste of the chocolate given to me by my friend.

14) In making up with my friend, after a terrible fight.

15) In the company of my loved ones.

16) In racing my Scooty, and feeling the wind through my hair.


So, this is my greener side, ripped for you to see. I have always felt that every person on this earth in connected to every other person. Everyone’s happiness and everybody’s sorrows are interlinked. If I’m smiling now, without an apparent reason, maybe, someone, somewhere is happy. And if I am feeling grumpy or kinky for no particular reason, again, someone is suffering somewhere. The cosmic energy is distributed amongst us human beings. “Let there be light”. These words are said to have created the universe. Somewhere, the light is fading away. We have become so cynical. A simple, innocent smile from a passer-by causes a stir in our minds. “Why is he smiling at me? Anything awkward about my dress? Is my hair all unset?” Have we become so entangled in the webs of our own complacency and cynicism, that we are unable to think straight? Now, what can a simple smile imply???

Let’s bring the light back into our lives. Let’s appreciate the efforts of fellow human beings in making world a better place to live in. “we are the world, we are the ones to make a better future. So, let’s start living!”. Amen!

July 2, 2008

A Lovely song..with Wonderful lyrics!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Tags: — Shyamala N. @ 1:04 pm

Well, the holidays are longer than any of us expected, and I guess , there wud be no change in the state of affairs for a couple of months more. So, I am all by myself, with all the time in the world. I am hitting upon some real nice songs, and this one really swept me off my feet. It’s a beautiful song, and the lyrics are so damned gud!! Here goes, “AFFIRMATION” by Savage Garden:

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other
people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because
it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job
they knew how to do
I believe that beauty magazines promote low 
self esteem
I believe I'm loved when I'm completely
by myself alone

I believe in Karma what you give is what you 
get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love
until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on the
other side
I believe you don't know what you've got until
you say goodbye

I believe you can't control or choose your 
I believe that trust is more important than 
I believe your most attractive features are
your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than
money or gold

I believe the struggle for financial freedom 
is unfair
I believe the only ones who disagree are 

I believe in Karma what you give is what
 you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love
until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener 
on the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got
until you say goodbye

I believe forgiveness is the key to 
your unhappiness
I believe that wedded bliss negates the need
to be undressed
I believe that God does not endorse TV evangelists
I believe in love surviving death into eternity

I believe in Karma what you give is what 
you get returned
I believe you can't appreciate real love
 until you've been burned
I believe the grass is no more greener on 
the other side
I believe you don't know what you've got
until you say goodbye

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