MY BLOG

2011-08-16T08:26:00.000-07:00

restless nights.....biggest dreams in these two sleepless eyes.....
Left every thing behind just for it....afterall every hearbeat says Yes I can do it

2011-04-29T02:29:00.000-07:00

why rejected?
because i proposed......
why proposed ?
because i felt confident to take a risk in spite of being scared........
why took a risk...?
because i am brave, courageous....

only risk takers find their destiny

Queer taste

2011-04-19T03:51:00.000-07:00

love is when u ignore me n still i love you
Only to realize much later, love happened when i met u first @ Rao`s
i love the way u chuckle,ur queer tastes, your infectious smile,
I smile at your gorgeous hands, your dense eyelashes and the way u do everything.
the way u look at me pierces my weak vulnerable heart
my vulnerable heart thinks its you everytime my phone rings
when you are around,my heart never beats fast coz i am so comfortable with you
Comfortable coz i m in love not infatuation
So,dont tell me its infatuation n am wasting my time coz these r my most precious moments.
All I wanted was some moments hand in hand walking in Scholar Avenue in silence
dont make me pretend i am happy for you when u r with the other girl, i am not fake
I am real n my love is real too......
though i v much know that my love will nevr be reality...........................................

2010-10-10T08:54:00.000-07:00

hello Blog
sorry, I could not be in touch with you for so long time. This is because so many things went on in my life. Whatever I had planned were fulfilled. To make things turn in my way it takes a lot of time and a lot of courage.]
Actually it all started when I decided to leave Delhi for West Bengal. I Started doing my PhD in IARI,New Delhi but after i cleared my CSIR i decided to come back to West Bengal. The reason : we own a house in kolkata and finding a decent rented house in Delhi is almost next to impossible. We searched West Delhi i.e Inderpuri, Patelnagar, Rajendra nagar and what not...either the rent was too high or the some problem with the locality or some other problems. So i conveniently decided to give them all a miss and headed for West Bengal.
I got a PhD position in IIT Kharagpur. I was accomodated in a quarter with no food facility, drinking water facility even there was no proper sanitation facility.Another big problem was there was no internet facility. The quarter was surrounded by greenery. One can see snakes and other interesting tiny insects crawling any time.I used to think I am fond of flora and fauna but living there I realized that I like city like concrete buildings more. I wanted to run away but I decided to stay on. I just changed my Lab.
I cannot forget that day.Early in the morning,I resigned from my previous lab. My new supervisor had already booked a room in guest-house for me. I hired a rickshaw and dumped all my belongings on it and went to SAM hostel. It took me 2 trips to complete that. I had my interview in the afternoon. I was assured selection.I spent 2 more days in SAM. I realized I was running short of money and cannot live more days in a well furnished A/C room . I went to HMC ( Hall Management Center ) and requested the chairman to give me a room in girls hostel as my selection is already under process. To my surprize he readily accepted to my proposal and alloted me a room in RLB (Rani Lakshmi Bai Hall of Residence).The room no. C-304.After fews days I got my enrollment. I became a permanent boarder of RLB. The guest room was converted to a permanent boarder room. My parent subject changed from Botany to Medical science or materials science or whatever I am still to figure out. But here in this lab i got a feeling of belongingness...............

RAINY KGP

2010-05-23T20:57:00.000-07:00

kgp is raining,SO am i for my home

Vanquished by a persuasive ghost

2010-05-20T02:38:00.000-07:00

I started a (new) chapter of life throwing away demon and inviting ghost, and realized that all things in life are not done with aims and reasons,for some things it is better `to go with the flow` and enjoy the momentous thrills.
Thrills-I traveled in and out,under the scorching sun,at midnight to be with my ghost of the wind.
I realized several other things -
1. I genuinely like intelligence and the people who possess them.
2. That I am dumb-folded by street-smartness ( normally things you don't have, attract you the most ).
3. That I don't take risk and follow path which is traveled again and again.
4. I am not a good person. I am a devil with 2 horns on my head.
5. I have feelings for my ghost and we are destined to go separate ways.
6. And finally I am indeed in a `good place`.I began a new phase of my personal life.

`His First Date`
"look,you are the first lady I am going out with,I had decided not to go out for dinner with any other woman except my to-be-wife but when I saw you..............",the words seemed so magical to me. So good to be true, I thought,but I smiled innocently.
I was so comfortable that night that I did not realize that it was ACTUALLY a date. It was funny I was complaining that the restaurant`s light is so dim,and he was explaining various reasons for it.
I even did not care to dress up for the occasion, I went to the dinner date with the same T-shirt and jeans I was wearing the whole day.
I did not concentrate on food, nor do I think he did. We were so engrossed in our world. He was telling some stupid jokes and riddles,and I was laughing at them whole-heartedly. He has got contagious laugh.I appreciated his jovial nature,though he later confessed that he was actually very nervous.

POILA BOISHAK

2010-04-14T03:53:00.000-07:00

15Th August 2010 will be Bengali new year day.

I want to make 5 new years resolutions and see to them that they really work.I am making resolutions for the first time in my life.

1. I want to be more responsible. " With great power comes great responsibility",well I am not batman/superman but a little more responsible Paulomi can do wonders at domestic front,which is much needed.

2.More determination,more grit in all my endeavours.

3. Sincerity in every-thing I do. I would not do anything forcefully, or to please somebody. But yes, I also promise to be as much adaptable as I can.

4. Be an enthu-cutlet, I was always like that but with time I have slowed down,i want to revive this aspect of mine responsibly and sincerely :).

5. I need to be Cautious with the words I choose. I have no other alternative at this point of time but I have to know the art of intellectual speaking.

internet is revitalising television: THE WATER COOLER EFFECT

2010-02-26T07:15:00.000-08:00

Remember the days when internet was speculated to kill off television?

But blogs and social networking websites like twitter encourage to split time between computer screen and big screen TV.We have evolved into multi-tasking individuals,often in lab/workplace we work on the system and simultaneously watching/listening and downloading songs/movies/sports.

The e-newspaper like timesofindia.indiatimes.com provide news as well as video of Times NOW News reports.

In fact many television executives are crediting the internet for its revival. The internet is our friend and not enemy,said Moonves,chief executive of the CBS corporation.

My suggession to Indian Govt. : pls make Commonwealth Games to be held on October 2010 in Delhi online,rather than giving exclusive telecast rights to Doordarshan.I am sure It would earn the very much needed revenue for the nearly dying channel.

2009-11-01T06:58:00.000-08:00

tricky life......most difficult decision I am taking.....only time will tell whether I have become a mature lady or still acting foolish............lets see..........ausssss!!!!!

2009-10-07T03:24:00.000-07:00

Only 38 women have received nobel prize since 1901. Of the noted ones are Mother teresa(1979) for peace,Shirin Ebadi(2003) for peace, Toni Morrison (1993) for literature,Marie curie (1903,1911) in physics and chemistry.
2009 is a memorable year as this year 2 women Elizabeth Blackburn,Prof. at uni of california and Carol Greider,Prof at johns Hopkins University shared nobel prize with Jack Szostok,Prof. Harvard Medical School in medicine.
Telomerase or immortality enzyme for which they received ultimate honour has lot of medical application in cancer and degenerative diseases.
Greider said,"this a tremendous victory for curiosity driven science"- true,Science is not only applied science but also passion to unravel mystries of life as well as determination to solve basic problems based on natural phenomenon.
But this nobel prize to the two respectable women mean lot more than fight between appliedVs curiosity science. It is a voice against those people who think women are unfit for science.....who think women don`t have analytical minds.....who fear if they employ women they will be at loss as she will concentrate more on household chores blah blah!!!
But they proved women are all rounders. Carol Greider,is a former triathlete who was preparing for a bicycle spin when she got the call from nobel committe.She likened the group`s work to that of auto-mechanics. Its impossible to fix a broken carburettor if you dont know how it normally works. That what happens inside the cells" she said before taking her 2 children aged 9 and 13 to school.

I dont have a title for this post

2009-10-06T01:35:00.000-07:00

Hell !!! I am missing someone whom I regarded as a demon in my life.....His dominating smile and his arrogance used to put me off every time I met him. His careless ways of doing everything under sun was too much for me to bear. Now that I wont meet him ever in all possibility I think of him and more so I have realized why so much I used to hate him. Actually we are so alike-we think and do the things similarly and it is rightly said that `like repel like `.

Once I asked him why u chose to be like a particular way you are and he replied quickly`that is the easiest thing for me.`I am sure if I had asked someone else he/she would have given me a complicated philosophical type answer.

And I like confident people for sure.

New life…new excitement …new dreams

2009-08-14T08:36:00.000-07:00

It was the afternoon of 6th August 2009, the day I will remember and cherish for long time to come, the day when I got my admission for my PhD. After my registration, I was asked to visit the MOHR office for my hostel accommodation.
The man with specs said “room no. 219 allot ho gaya hai aapka Ghosh madamji, possession le li jiye aap” and handed me the keys saying “yaha sign kar dijiye”. I went down the stairs asking how to go to Varsha hostel. Go straight then turn right again turn right u will find mother diary then turn left u will find blah blah………………….I nodded and said thank you with a grin.
I took a rickshaw to my hostel. It was a single seater room with a cot, wall almera, study table, chair and another furniture( I don’t know what it is called ) to stock up things.
I went downstairs and paid my mess bill for this month of August. “hum aapko bed-tea, breakfast, lunch, dinner serve karenge…month mai do din mess bandh rahega………….” He went on and on…I asked only one question” non-veg milega” “haan haan hafte mein teen din milega”
The next day confused by the ambivalence of my feelings of leaving my mother’s place and excitement of starting a new life I finally reached Varsha hostel, room no.219 with all my luggage- beddings, some utensils, clothes and of course the books. I cleaned the hostel room and spread out newspapers in each of the racks above which I piled up my books and clothes…phew!!!!!!
Then I went to the next room “ Hi, how are you, ready for the inauguration function?” “yes just coming in 2 mins, Ghosh” office bearers, faculty members as well as students call me by my surname now, Paulomi is long forgotten. After the function we were treated with a good lunch, evening was free so I used up the time to repair my bicycle. Tired after the day’s busy schedule I quickly finished up my dinner and thought of sleeping early but it was so hot inside my room that I thought I better go to the library and study something. I got hold of Nature journal, laid on sofa. Somebody shook me up “Ghosh, it is already morning 8`O`clock, my god u felt asleep in the library! “Yeah! I don’t know how?” “You better be fast now Ghosh, or else you will miss your morning breakfast.” "Yes you are right Naidu"

My MSc life

2009-07-14T07:53:00.000-07:00

Okey I am done with my post graduation finally. Happy Happy feeling….may be for some….I have no feeling. If someone ask me what is the value of your degree-certainly cant answer this question, even if I get a 100 years time to answer. For me the degree is not destination but a certificate that ensures I move forward in life towards a bigger goal. It ended on a strange note, totally different from what I had pictured from movies and novels. I thought I will be awarded degree wearing black dress – a perfect convocation, little did I knew that in India you don’t get a convocation until you earn a doctoral degree.

But besides that my masters provided me with some strong interplay of emotions. Friendships, bitterness, laughter, jealousy, hatred, rivalry – ah I had survived it all. But I am happy I learnt the lessons of life, it is better late than never.

Now when I look back, I feel it was the most glorious phase of my life. I will truly miss my MSc days. I will miss the tea-stall in front of Arts Faculty, where we used to have our compulsory tea each day. And of course the chole kulche shop adjacent to it. And who can ever forget the juice of Jai Jawan ?

I will miss the Metro station where we used to sit till dawn to have our last few minutes talk as if we would never meet again next day.lolz. I will miss my DU special bus service where I had made friends unrelated to my course of study.

I will miss my flower arrangement shows with Sreya….which was of utmost important to us the two idiots…..yes much more than making our file work done.

I will miss the 8:30 class in the morning, I developed a passion to never reach late for the class…hahahah I know I am odd.

Yes and we talking endlessly about 3 people...I am not sure I will miss them or not but at certain point that formed very important part of our discussion. hahahaha

I will miss my Central Science Library and my Hindu college library a lot.

I will miss Kamla nagar, Patel Chest ...............feeling so nostalgic already.

2009-04-03T03:07:00.000-07:00

I dont know what to write about.......though I have so many things running on my mind.
It seems I lost my flow of writing and maybe perhaps of my life. Both have become highly disorganised now.
Confidence is in all time low, all my body is etching, I am brutally tired, am ashamed and my head is held down with fears ---- all my state of mind in one sentence.
I am terribly hurt but no tears is left to roll down my eyes.
I want to run, run and run. Run away of my present .....m... far away............

profound thoughts

2009-02-14T06:40:00.000-08:00

Captains and Kings may rule the world,but it is the presence of those we love and the memory of those we have lost,but who continue to live in our hearts, which bring beauty to living and make all that we do wothwhile.
by William Klug,Cummings and Charlotte Spencer

happy new year ?

2009-01-18T05:39:00.000-08:00

Another year.....Happy New Year, the words are repeated again and again....well I also reply back with a conscious grin " Happy New Year" wondering what is to be happy in this new year.
Nonetheless this will be my last year of formal education. I had waited for years for this occassion and when it has finally come I am rather nervous as to what is next ?
Sometime I find my time and my life is moving so fast.....years go away quietly but in a fraction of moment and at other times I feel I am at some stagnant place frozen,months take a long time to get over.
When the going gets tough,the tough gets going.I dont know in which latitude and longitude of earth i will be five months from now. Waging a rebellion against all my loved ones I walked on a path whose end-point I was totally unaware of, never heard of, and of course never seen of and now that the road is somewhere near showing some final destination I am almost collapsed. I am so used to the everyday journey that I am in love with it. It is much the same way that Indian wives do- they start loving the person they get married to,may be the only difference is that their future is decided by their loved ones but mine was decided by fate.

7 reasons why a girl should go for short hairs

2008-11-13T00:51:00.000-08:00

1. Saves time and energy
With long hairs, a lot of precious time is wasted in combing and in maintenance. The same is not an issue with short hairs.

2. Saves money
Short hair implies less quantity of shampoo,conditioner,hair oil, mehendi and what not.

3. for a neat look
Yes everyone has to agree on the fact that short hairs give a neat and clean look.

4. Let people guess your age.
you can easily become 3-4 years younger with short blunt hair while long hairs always give that mature look. And I don't need to give examples for that,it is very well implied.

5. Easy to go for experiment
short hair provide ample opportunity to experiment with different hair styles because if a hair style does not suit the girl she can easily chop it down. But with long hair one thinks a lot before experimenting.

6. power quotient
Ex prime minister of India Smt.Indira Gandhi, the first woman IPS officer Dr.Kiran bedi, Condoleezza Rice, Princess Diana- the real powerful women ever existed/exists had/have short hairs.

7. Nullifies unwanted attention
Typical Indian male mentality is to appreciate girl with long black hair. Short haired girls can be assured that their partner look for substance rather than superficial looks.

2008-11-09T05:33:00.000-08:00

That day I can never forget in my whole life.........it was Friday,7th Nov........i was loitering in CP in search of a Lilliput pizza and got late. So from Central Secretariat Metro station I hired an auto way back to my home. Luck hit hard and my auto broke down in the middle of the road. My home was still 3 KMs away. I tried to find another auto but all my attempts were in vain. I decided to walk. It was already 7 p.m but then I had no options.
I walked passed the florist without appreciating the flowers, i was in no mood to do so and then passed the Parsi graveyard. I stopped. I was standing still,one part of me was wanting to walk past as quickly as I can and another part wanting me to explore...but what ? I simply could not answer to myself. I gave in to my curiosity and squeezed in through the half opened gate.

There was a mass of people inside busy in the rituals. I found for myself a heap of sand, which was at a safe distance from those people and made myself comfortable. I watched them keenly though I could not make out much in the twilight. Soon I got lost in my own profound philosophic thoughts.........my eyes were open but I could not see....in simple words images were formed in the retina but not co-ordinated in the cerebrum of the brain. I was not asleep, yet not awake. But then I was filled with serenity...never before I experienced so much inner calmness.

Something vibrated in me,actually in my pocket,that launched me into reality. My Phone. Mom called me. " Where are you?" " ah aaah am coming home", I stammered.

Disconnecting the phone, I looked up. Hell! All people gone. I am all alone surrounded by graves, with moonlight shining on them. Yes it was already night I noticed, a cold lonely night. I shivered. " winter has set in, I said to comfort myself but I was aware of the obvious reason i shivered.

I hurriedly got up. Oh blow !
The gate was locked.
I walked towards the gate and thanks to my cerebellum I could easily climb the gate and fell on the road. The gate was not high perhaps because there is nothing to steal from here but why the hell it was locked.
I saw an auto coming and waved to it. It stopped. " Lodhi rd jaoge bhaiya" " ha, 35 rupaye."
Just about 3 kms aur 35 rupaiye, but i nodded.

Reaching home, my mom shouted at me....." what fun you get reaching home late ? you are a blot in our family..........your paternal grandfather was a doctor, your maternal grandfather was an engineer, your father was a diplomat and look at you....you are nothing but a kabariwala......roam in streets without a purpose".........I slammed the door of my room gently....something within me made me calm like mid-ocean water.....I looked at the moon through my window and then searched for my pillow in the dark ( I did not switched on the light, maybe I was in love with the darkness) and laid down without changing my clothes...i don't remember when i was asleep.

FASHION

2008-10-31T08:20:00.000-07:00

This morning when somebody from my deppt asked me " Hi paulomi, i have got a new nose ring, how is it ?" My reaction was " yakkk !!! what is this ! What have you done to yourself ? Look at me,I dont even have my ears pierced and you got your nose pierced in addition to those of your two ear rings and on the top of it bought a new nose ring to show off ? " Damm man, must we have some fashion policing in Uni.
The same afternoon I saw another girl in uni wearing nose ring and my reaction was `cool ,ekdum bindass`

The difference between the two was that the former was in salwar kameez and later was in tanky top with some junk accessory. I am sorry to say but some type of deep rooted notions is there which may be wrong but it is just like that......................it is simply called `high end fashion.`

The normal dress code for my deppt students are either kurti with jeans or patiala suits which has become quite monotonous and it is a shame that I also belong to the same category.
My advice to anyone who wants to enjoy latest trends of fashion among young girls/guys must visit ecotone of Hindu/Stephans area......I am highly influenced by the crowd there but in order to be one of them I need my own car coz in Delhi public transport wearing `high end fashion ` is a big disaster.
so my kind of fashion is.....well.......I sincerely want to wear saree and come for class. Quite odd in uni as no student does this but then fashion is all about being different and and being looked at...again these are my viewpoints..may be totally wrong.

2008-10-24T10:24:00.000-07:00

okey, today is friday,24th. Another week just passed by in apparently a single breath. Not significant week though but who the hell can stop me from blogging.

monday taxonomy practical was fulfilling.....finally...finally i succeeded in drawing my floral diagram....and cutting ovary et al dissections too .i did a jiggle in my mind......moreover i brought my taxo file for checking..haha `keep up the good work ` i said to myself .....n the top of that when geetz proposed that we give our seminar the first ..i readily agreed without throwing tantrums....i am never like that....so sincere haha paulomi mutated to prerna ?? haha nevertheless i was happy but soon some revese mutation took place....we bunked the next practical cls......spent time lazily in D-school, Hindu college and finally eating ice-cream outside Arts Faculty.

Tuesday.....maha bore...my special paper....some stupid jokes n cls gets over....I wonder why I have not bunked my tuesday cls yet??? I feel so sleepy in the cls.

wednesday was Ok ..nothing memorable ...actually i forgot what actually happened that day...yes i was sleepy the whole day

thursday haha thursday.....the ecology practical....i was mentally prepared to collect dirty water but this time we became the gardener .....digging up field at various depths for some stupid test which I hardly understand.....most of the time i dont understand what goes on in the ecology prac. and the pracs I understand we don`t get the result for that....and for the 1 % experiment in which we have some result, it is incomplete result that we have....nyways that was my frustration .....

OH yes on thursday i actually got to know as to why i was sleepy in the cls all these days...i was down with fever...popped some pill and soon became changa again.

friday ..today well it was busy..yes....i dnt know where he hell my times passes...got material for the seminar.....hv to read n prepare it by sunday...hell !!!

had diner in mb maam`s home and now will go to sleep..............................................

gua ore mines trip

2008-10-09T12:03:00.000-07:00

The place i put up ( my masi`s bunglow )

the lonely night of Gua

the `air strip`

Asia`s biggest Sal reserve- Gua

the untouched innocence

And so it came to be........

Litti- a popular dish of jharkhand

Karo river

the rusty village

A trip to IIT KGP

2008-09-28T12:27:00.000-07:00

One fine afternoon Geetanjali came up with the proposal “hey are u game for kgp…” I said “ well, we can go, I need a break so badly.” Well if any one ask me to go anywhere in PLANT RESOURCE UTILIZATION class I am always ready.

My only concern was mom…but I nicely cajoled her to visit kolkata that time.

Yes, I was excited. And that was for many reasons- first, I wanted to go miles away from Delhi anywhere. Second I wanted to break from the schedule. Third, my friend is there in KGP and many more reasons. The work and learning was lost somewhere.

My train was on 23rd October night. I came to my University with the luggage and lodged them in Rubina`s room. After class I shifted them to Preeti`s room as she was also the one among us. My other travel mates were Ankita, Manisha, Pratibha, Indresh and geetanjali of course. We 5 met at Metro Station and reached New Delhi Railway station where we met other two. We boarded the train on 23rd October night

It was from the next day morning the real fun started. I was awaken by the song ` ek mira ek radha …dono ne shaam ko puja ` bullshit song and then it was followed my some other equivalent songs sung by my classmates. Then started what I expected…men murdabad. Indresh tried to defend but failed in every respect miserably

The train was late by two hours 20 minutes when it reached KGP. We reached the campus flat on 10 minutes time. We were mad …..clicking photos midnight is madness afterall.

Next morning we started our studies…Ankita took rickshaw to class there too as usual.

I met my friend but the meeting was short of 4-5 mins or so and then we never met. Now I am determined never to talk to him anymore.

The theory class was boring and I, Preeti and Pratibha was found sketching, I was amazed to rediscover my one time hobby.
But the Hand on Training was Fundu, something we never was taught in DU.

The teachers were cool though my interaction with them was limited. One nice thing was the cool research scholars…I wish I could have stayed a bit longer there. I even started looking for a bf there and my travel mates started looking for me. I found everyone suitable there..haha I always do ….but on a serious note I found the guys a big time smoker….each one of their lips were colored black.

And the final thing was the food, which was East Indian always, so simply I loved it.

All in all my trip was Awesome.

After my course ended I packed my bags to join my mom in kolkata.

Some memories down the lane….

2008-08-28T11:13:00.000-07:00

hmm....so this is the third online paper my friend sent me I am reading.......and suddenly all memories flashed within seconds. Memories of my education and its materials - cute ones...so I will like to share them with who so ever is interested .

My first book was of English alphabets…soon I devoured it to pieces. But my father determined to make me learn bought alphabet books of plastics. But hehe I soon developed a habit of swallowing it.
I remember my ma memorizing me verbally twinkle twinkle, Humpty dumpty and so on and of course so many Bengali poems, helping me write cursive writings and teaching me addition.

I was admitted in little Angel’s school in Nursery,Kolkata and when we shifted to Delhi, I was enrolled in Lady Irwin School- a decent Govt girls school. The books were sometimes new, sometimes borrowed from cousins ( specially those grammar and mathematics books which were considered infallible and should be studied from generations to generations). Though I hated my course books, I read a lot of story books. Till class Vth my ma helped me in studies, homework e.t.c. And I am proud to say I always topped the class.

From class 6th baba used to help me in Science and Mathematics, rest I used to do myself with little supervision from my ma here and there. But at that time my rank took a downward slope.One more big change from std VI th was that we were allowed to use pens. …..!!!! Before that only pencil so pen was naturally the exciting thing to me.

Times just flew. Yes another modification was before 10th and 12th Boards I enrolled in test series exam for practice. Tuitions were a new experience to me and I can say it did much harm to me than improving me, anyways.

After 12th I got admitted to Maitreyi college, Delhi University, again a girls college. But now in the college I was actually fascinated by course books…..foreign authored books in colors….simply waw.

And now sitting in front of computers I am reading papers in MSc final…..truely I have come a long way…….from slate to plastic books to black and white books to multiple books for a subject to foreign author books to papers…Phew !!!
But like always I divert from the original topic ….it has remained the same for me…..earlier I used to read storybooks and now a days I read journals other than required one ( human repro ones ) !!!!!

waw.....

2008-08-13T08:13:00.000-07:00

waw.....i dont know to type my expression for waw.....waw !!!
Mind you,it is not wow,it is waw.
When i need brevity for any expression i exclaim waw !
The word waw represents marvellous, exciting, disappointment, bore .....so many...... i call it brevity expression ...waw
When i saw Viper ( a poisonous snake) some days back my reaction was waw....
when somebody gives a boring seminar, my reaction is waw!!!
When i understand in class ( which is a rare occassion) i say waw....hahaha
For every thing and every expression my reaction is waw............waw what a word.

2008-08-02T08:42:00.000-07:00

My MSc part I results are out. Long wait and finally 72.something. My immediate reaction was ah! Am relieved now!! When there is wait for something and finally I get it , my unrestful nerves get the sense of much needed clamness.
My second reaction was what crap !!! why so many ppl ahead of me !!!
And my final reaction was Its ok, chill ……getting in 70s not bad in MSc, after all I got similar percentage in BSc also ( 2-3 % up-down is fine, okey if not fine then chalta hai type ).
I quickly called my mom not knowing what will be her reactions but thankfully she was happy, so I also became happy. This is always the case for me…most of the time I don’t know if am right/wrong, done well or have performed miserably …..in short I lack decisive power.
Then I returned to my friend circle.
Somebody said “Oh at least I got distinction” some body said.” I am happy with my marks, after all managing home and studying both was my responsibility “ somebody said “ What is X`s result”….pools of reactions came pouring in….
The funniest and nastiest comment ( may I say so ) was from X ( THIS PROFILE IS EDITED AND THE NAME IS REMOVED)– “our marks are okay, after all we don’t know to rote.” Hahahaha……here was the height of frustration I just encountered. I wanted to say “ ah shut up you fool, they performed well so they got better marks than us. i believe in the saying Jo jeeta wohi sikander “ but I kept quiet and nodded indicating I agree with her – my silence was because I did not want to mess up things with our 4 year long friendship, secondly everybody include her in the intellectual quota, so differing with her might make me a fool and lastly she thinks that she is always right politically, morally etc etc (well, I have my own opinion here.)
whatever the results they are not final result yet, that is my another belief.

Flower arrangement,2007,Botany deptt,DU

2008-07-19T02:49:00.001-07:00

It was winters 2007, when our class representative announced the events of Botanical feast.-
Poster making
Nature photographyQuiz
Just a minute
Flower arrangement
Rangoli
And so on…….
My gang as always (the most inquisitive one) checked out the notice board hurridly.
After going through all of them the discussion started who will participate in what.
Ankita as expected lazily said you guys take participation in the events, I will cheer you all……and my dress is ready for the Feast.
I too was excited…..determined to do something new……that I had never done before. I thought of making flower arrangement….Sreya, too seemed excited with the idea and we paired up.
We started browsing on net for different ideas. We shortlisted some, rejected others, again shortlisted some and rejected the previous shortlisted ideas……this went on for some days hahahah both of us had such ample of time being in MSc. But hey lets not look everything in pessimistic manner….we wanted to perfect an art. And as they say all work n no play make Johnny dull (is it Johnny or some one else, I don’t remember but what is important at this point is there is some proverb to make up our vellapanti).
Okay at last we selected a teddy bear to make from flowers…ah cool then we hoped from shop to shop for the flowers, the base where our teddy should sit, its ribbon and every other details. We never put so much efforts in preparing for our seminars as we were making efforts for this floral arrangement……both serious and determined to do it nicely….and tensed too hahahha after all both of us are doing this for the first time.

Finally the day came. I came early in the morning in time …..This was unusual for me. It was Sreya`s responsibility to bring the flowers. She appeared in the department on her usual time (late) and she came with so few flowers that we again had to rush to the market.
But we did come on time before our event started.

We industriously finished it on time. When it was all done we went to hunt for our gang.....Geet, Preti, Ankita, Rubina, Alka n others but instead we found Pradyot.
He was more than happy to comment ( we wanted compliment) on our teddy….”where is the caption ?” Why you guys did teddys eyes with buttons….u should have done it with grapes…that would have been truly natural….and he went on blurting. We left a caption and went away. We were happy….we should win the first prize we said to ourselves,then to each other, then to our gang and then to all our classmates.

Time for judging….Renu Deswal n Lakhanpal (our profs) when entered the room where our event took place exclaimed at our teddy ….SO cUUTTee
Now we were damm sure we will win the first prize. We however were declared 3rd. hahaha….”HARD LUCK !!! next time you will sure win” said Ankita, well that was her job she assigned herself to cheer others but we both nodded though unsure of participating next year.
The first prize went to this ikebana, the second to this cake n third of course to our teddy.

My night life in JNU

2008-07-17T07:54:00.000-07:00

Prerna maam invited me to stay back with her some night. She had graciously allowed a trainee, Isha from B.H.U in her room for the entire summer training period (i.e.6 weeks)
I without rethinking on the proposal readily accepted. My decision was in part a)to do away with my shyness, b) to actually feel the nightlife of JNU myself that I read in the newspapers and was told repeatedly by my lab mates , c) to get a taste of hostel life and d) well I candidly admit - to get taste of co-ed hostel life.

The plan was to do masti all night - me, Isha and of course Prerna maam.
So, on 26th june I was ready for the night stay thing. I still remember learning Southern blotting that day. I got free at about 7: 30 p.m. and called Prerna maam. The answer was the call was ` out of coverage area`.

Well I was a bit panicked hahahha that was stupid of me……and hell Ravi sir understood what was going on my mind and rolled his eyeballs that made me grin again….hhahahaah. He soon called Preti maam who was in the same hostel and made things comfortable for me. So I went to her room and gossiped for some time.
Soon Prerna maam rushed in embracing me ` sorry golu `. My thought at that moment was `why golu- this is high time I reduce my weight. ` I forgot to say its alright maam.
So we set out for the dinner then- me, Prerna maam, her brother, a trainee Manas, Viru sir and X sir.( X sir coz I forgot his name….he was from a different lab ).We went off without Isha coz she was too tired of marketing n stuffs.
It was a nice dinner with all those colorful dishes and viru sir`s antic tinge.

After that Viru n X sir departed and rest 4 of us went near a dhaba n enjoyed our ice-cream. It was Manas who entertained us with his self written poems and self composed songs. All of them was romantic (and such a thing was least expected from him, in class he seemed so boring) that I asked him straightway- hey do u hv any permanent gf ? pat came the reply I want one. Ok. But then my questioning session started from Prerna maam- what is permanent bf? Do u have a permanent bf? Do u have a temporary bf then?
Hahaha….time just flew. We walked the goal chakkar and then were agained joined by X n Viru sir . we just gossiped n strolled then sat somewhere ( as far as I remember it was Lohit hostel). At 2 a.m we bid goodnight to each other and headed for our hostel with the thought in mind that just outside the boundary wall life stops after 11:00 p.m.

Isha was already in her dream no.2 when we entered the room. I shared bed with her n fell asleep soon. But soon was awaken- it seemed ppl were shouting. I asked loudly what is happening maam and Prerna maam `s reply was “ so jao Paulomi, ladke football match dekh rehe hain…kisi ne goal maara hoga.” I soon realized its Euro 2008 that was going on.( I just had taste of co-ed hostel experience) Then another two or more shouts of excitement was heard but now accustomed to what they were, I struggled with Isha for the pillow and went asleep.

My summer school experience in JNU

2008-07-17T07:47:00.000-07:00

It was December 2007 that I started filling forms for summer training- JNCASR, TIFR, IIT Bombay and JNU.
I was rejected in all except JNU.
I started my training on 22nd May, a week after my final exams of Msc ( prev.)
Two hours of lectures from either JNU faculty, DU south campus faculty, NII faculty and so on.
Most of the lectures were overhead transmission but some lectures were really interesting.
And yes JNU was strict- no excuse for being late in the class. But the best part of the lectures were coffee and goodday biscuts.
Then afterward we trainees were assigned a lab and it was there I learnt hell a lot.
Well not all trainees were of the same opinion – because most of them were from Biotechnology background and already learnt plasmid isolation, culturing etc etc way back during their B. Tech days. I being from Botany background found everything new and let me say mesmerizing.

Also I promised myself not to speak like a motor mouth during my training period, so my relation with all the lab mates were of friendly nature. That’s another good thing I did as many trainees faced difficulties on that front. Everyone particularly during my report writing helped me a lot which I admit I could not write without their help.

My labmates were Arun sir, Nishakant sir, Deepak sir, Abhishek sir, Anjana maam, Prerna maam, Preeti maam, Ravi sir, Chandrama sir, Dr Niti Dhaka n so on- under prof. Sarin. Hahahaha I still remember the days when we used to just sit and gossip and suddenly Sarin maam used to enter and all used to run here and there pretending to do some chores or the others. Hhahaahahah Deepak sir used to be the first to get engaged in something or the other….hhahahah I still remember NKP sir face turning pink. I asked Dr Niti once…why r u so afraid of maam…and the smart reply was “its not that we are afraid of her but we respect her”!!!!! hahahahaha.
But I liked prof. Sarin politeness and I can add that she was always available to suggest me on various things.
And her first thing in the morning was to asked is Abhishek there in the lab? My answer was yes maam always hahaha……I was taught to say so…then once she asked to send Abhishek and I rolled my eyes like Ravi sir and said OK maam and slipped in the culture room in CIF assuring myself she rarely visit it. Well it was 2 labs, 1 culture room n 1 green house where we worked .

And yesss….. I was chota baby there ( GOD n they know why? ) and the title was quite useful coz I used to get tea n ta treat there.
All and all my experience was nice there. COOL one.

my habitat

2008-07-07T01:47:00.000-07:00

This is my den….the den where I study, sleep, eat, listen to music and do whatever I wish to - my most comfortable place in this whole world.

It is simple with a single bed (coz I am still single !! ), a study table, a chair, an almera of books and another almera with my clothes. Though I have clicked the picture with everything in place, actually it is not so… in my room you will find books and clothes on my bed….so much so that my mom cant find a space to sit there ( hehe I am not ashamed of that ), and books, piles of unstapled sheets, tea cups etc on my study table, and shoes and music system on floor….pity to all those people who enter my room. !!!!

A crow lives in the balcony adjascent to my room and every spring she lays her babies (I never got an opportunity to count the number of offspring she lays).Whatever the number I hate them when they make noisy sounds. I keep my mobile phone in silent mode or in vibrating mode all the time and these newborns make me crazy with their caw caw caw!!
If I had my way I would have dislocated them long back. Perhaps their mother is aware of my intentions, so whenever I try to enter my balcony she attacks me with her sharp beak. Moms can be so overbearing sometimes.

Cell DNA

2008-06-24T09:03:00.000-07:00

I am the singular
in free fall.
I and my doubles
carry it all.

Life`s slim volume
spirally bound
Its what i am about
Its what I am around

Presence and hunger
imbue a sap mote
with the world as they spin it
I teach it by rote.

rewording,rebeading
strains on a strand
making I and I more different
than we could stand.

Les Murray

untitled

2008-06-14T08:41:00.000-07:00

Yaha khuda,waha khuda
Jaha dekho waha khuda
Jaha nehi khuda waha kal khudega
Delhi Metro- Aapka metro

This are the thoughts which run through my mind everytime I have to get out of my home. South Delhi roads are practically all dug out for this Metro project now-a-days. And the worse is this digging activity is one way, so many-a times I go one way smoothly but when returning I am diverted the other way .
As my college is quite far from home, I have developed a habit of sleeping. I wake up two bus stands before my bus-stand. All these days I was proud of self developed timings- I get my necessary sleep in the bus and my night sleep is supplemented by other activities which I am fond of. One day I was returning from my college and as usual I went to sleep in the bus and woke up at a time of 2 bus-stand before, but to my disbelief those were not the roads I travel every day to and fro.
The bus no. was right I recollected, but where I am?
I was panicked.
“Bhaiya yeh bus kaha ja rahi hai?” I asked the conductor.
The answer was that the bus got diverted as the road I take is being dug for metro.
In the morning I had a smooth ride but how come my road get diverted now?
To my further queries I found myself around 5 Kms away from my original road.
I hurriedly got off the bus where the bus stopped. I looked all around, I couldnot find a single human as far as I could see but luckily I got an auto.
The auto driver asked for a handsome Rs 40 for that 5 Kms extra but I thought it was not the time for argument with the auto driver and readily agreed with what he asked for.

stones on the zebra crossing

2008-06-06T06:48:00.000-07:00

Just yesterday i was waiting for a bus at the lodhi colony,bus stop. Suddenly i saw stones and some small peebles lying near zebra crossing covering half of it.
I was disgusted. In capital city of one of the fastest developing countries how can some body do like that ? " Delhiites have no road sense for sure" this was the first thought that came to my mind. "Development is not only in terms of GDP growth but it has to be all round growth including growth in civic sense."
Then suddenly a thought came to my mind - what if a bus comes and get punctured ? Yes that can happen as the road is narrow and is one-way. I looked as far as i could look-"no,no bus is coming" i said to myself.
And the worse nobody is volunteering to side them in one corner at least. Everybody is just passing by.
Then I thought why to blame some one else, if i dont like something i can bring that I want to be implemented.
Determined to remove the stones, i just started to walk towards it I noticed that zebra crossings were painted white. Everything became crystal clear to me. Half of the zebra crossing was painted so that other half road can be used and because to prevent eroding the paint they covered half of the zebra crossing with stones and peebles.
Only if I had better observations......