tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80293052471170670972024-02-06T18:28:19.998-08:00new me....its me srijani...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11875012119583515974noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029305247117067097.post-77736232997097183722010-07-12T21:37:00.000-07:002010-07-22T22:06:18.801-07:00Bitter Sweet Memories...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOdz714h0WjBpE9cg4f3KuNULpMnZNXvauEi067jkpPfNJAhhBrxZiUHRiJEeX-xC8Yzpbr499NXWlcKfWH2TC22ih5un9gSyi3wd6Q87KWFmdddS17d1Bfdn8w_fUZTx5wq8jalGXQ5I/s1600/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOdz714h0WjBpE9cg4f3KuNULpMnZNXvauEi067jkpPfNJAhhBrxZiUHRiJEeX-xC8Yzpbr499NXWlcKfWH2TC22ih5un9gSyi3wd6Q87KWFmdddS17d1Bfdn8w_fUZTx5wq8jalGXQ5I/s400/rain_theme_by_sielojramu.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496620239233625378" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"tum se hi din hota hai.....</span></span></i><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">surmayi shaam ati hai...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">tum se hi..tum se hi.. ."</span></span></i><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Radio mirchi played this song just when the signals turned red.The bus halted.Raindrops falling on the glass panes allowed me a just a hazy access to the sunday morning outside.I pushed open the glass panes and hung my head out of the window.A strong force of wind strew my hair all over my face followed by a few hasty droplets, touching my eyes and lips as if deeply in love...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">The signal turned green.I recollected myself and closed the panes.Mohit Chauhan was still singing....</span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"main tera sarmaya hoon...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">jo bhi main ban paya hoon...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">tum se hi...tum se hi...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">raastein mil jate hain...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">manzile mil jati hain...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">tim se hi...tum se hi..."</span></span></i></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">I had always believed that songs are the best form of hormones and this one was another proof of my belief.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Thoughts started creeping in and tore a tear from my eyes.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">1 st april 2007</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">It was the first day of school in the new session,but none of us seemed to be happy .A massive section change was the culprit in that case.It was no less than a natural disaster for us.I was left behind in my previous section with just a few of my friends and a booming lot of aliens whom we had always considered to be inferior to us.Our class teacher gave me another shocking punch within 3 minutes of her entering 9B.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"Srijani and Suraj will be the class monitors",she announced.</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">[P.S:...suraj kumar sinha belonged to the alien community,a true Bihari by heart,who strictly sang only bhojpuri numbers.]</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"eew"...wel this was a chorus of me and my friends which was followed by some unbearable disgusted looks both for our mam and Suraj.But unfortunately,Suraj beared them with much ease and came up to me with a smiling face just after the teacher left.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"Hi...I am Suraj!"</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">I preferred not to answer.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">But as days passed by,it was suraj who unlocked the gates between the two communities and formed "one" and its simply unbelievable how we became so "terrible" friends by chance. </span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">But again some idiot had said,</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"ek ladka aur ladki kabhie dost nahi ban sakte"</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">...and as we all know...nowadays idiots are the most intelligent people around...this stupid statement was proved to be correct </span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">partially </span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"> in our case.While Sohini found"rab"in "X" and Swarnali </span></span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">failed to realize her feelings for "Y"</span></span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">,</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">[names withheld on the basis of virtual threats]</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">,</span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">I had a mini or rather a semi love story with "R"</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">[no points for guessing</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">]!!!!</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">"ME"......"JAB WE MET"........"R"........"OUR FRIENDS"</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">It seems to be a strange combo of characters,but they are all interlinked by some strong threads of attachment.Its been two years that we neither spoke nor did we catch a glance of each other....but the memories of the days spent together are still like a bunch of fresh flowers in our minds.</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">Guys....i would love to share all of those"platinum days" of mine with you...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">but for that u gotta wait for my next post....</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;">(^_^)</span></b></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FFFF;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div> </div>its me srijani...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11875012119583515974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029305247117067097.post-45679122535473743342010-07-02T05:53:00.000-07:002010-07-04T22:25:24.574-07:00A try of rebel.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjK16kQjUlQs-3Qv9N0uXjwtM3hdiQSYRM3NaE-8WqzBsCWtZTPtOkxTakT6EV6CrZliU8oSQL5xU4mqg40N2OBT2hpBFD0l0s9oNmNNLt523DDSFfGSr1_TQBKZqAeEPAn7ZrWD4cu7F_/s1600/sdfghjk.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjK16kQjUlQs-3Qv9N0uXjwtM3hdiQSYRM3NaE-8WqzBsCWtZTPtOkxTakT6EV6CrZliU8oSQL5xU4mqg40N2OBT2hpBFD0l0s9oNmNNLt523DDSFfGSr1_TQBKZqAeEPAn7ZrWD4cu7F_/s400/sdfghjk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489621513774477042" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;"><br /></span></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#99FF99;">Sometimes in life we fail to love someone even if we try our best to do so. No this isn’t any admirer of mine. In fact it’s a “she”this time. A lady thrice of me in age ,and almost twice in figure, earning her living by giving lessons in the worst way possible on my “ex-favorite subject”.(In fact she was the villain in our love story….and we had to break up.)A rich husband, an obese child, a “khatara”santro, and the entire of pantaloons and Westside in her wardrobe being her only possessions. She has got a special affection for me, which persuades her to take some “extra care” of mine. Not a single day has passed when she hadn’t called out my name in those”45 minutes long torture sessions”.Well I would love to give you guys a piece of demo.<br /><br />Last week (Thursday):<br /><br />I was sitting in the last bench with a pen in my hand.The exercise copy was lying in front of me on the desk,my gaze being fixed on the black board. May be she got bored after spending a full 20 mins of her life on some stupid reactions invented by a man named cannizaro,(which all seemed no more than Greek to me )when she suddenly turned towards me for some personal amusement.<br />“Srijani…not in the class…..where is your mind….???”<br />I do admit that it wasn’t acetaldehyde, but something else that left me immersed in its thoughts at that point of time,but I wasn’t disturbing the class in any way.Infact I was enjoying the company of my “tanhai”.<br />"can you follow the reactions? What to tell you...you to never study."<br />She frowned in the ultimate stupid manner,marking the end of her "golden words".I was glad,and sat down.<br />Well this continues for every tuesday,thursday and friday,of which tuesadys being the most pathetic as she has to be tolerated for 3 long periods.<br /><br />MY REMEDY:I do bunk school every tuesday:-|</span></span></b>its me srijani...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11875012119583515974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029305247117067097.post-76371715825946386652010-06-19T10:34:00.000-07:002010-06-22T00:32:19.352-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">July 2008:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Mom:He hasn't got his placement yet.That Satyam issue has created a lot of touble for them too.There's no chance of his joining Wipro before july 2009.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">me: Are you sure???who told you???</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Mom:He was here today morning,around 11.He wished he could continue teaching you.I am just wondering ,why is he so eager about this....you aren't that good a student.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Me:Really????so what have you decided???</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Mom:I told him to come from tomorrow.You can continue with both the tuitions.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Me:Mum...are you serious???? I mean it wasnt that necessary.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Mom: Who is the mother....you or me....</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:'lucida grande';">I can feel every breath of yours.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">"Now what did she mean by that....and why on earth am I so excited...and why am I smiling...oh shit....I am blushing too....</span></span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I do admit that these three months in between seemed like a year for me.... i felt as if a part of my heart was lost....Yeah....n I also did witness excessive secretion of my tear glands whenever i opened my physics book....especially that stupid chapter...MACHINES...and strangely enough I preferred keeping the ash tray filled with cigarette butts in my room....and kind of cherished that yukky smell.....But why suddenly am i feeling so relieved......I feel I got back that missing piece of my heart...I am totally confused.....what the hell is happening to me....do I need a psychiatrist???"</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Wel this was my inner self....which by then already had a 90% hold on my outer mind...</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Next day (7 p.m.):</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> Me: Electromagnetism sucks.Our teacher was doing it the other day.Must say... its awful.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">He:Okay....we'll do it today.So,how is life going on????</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Me:Oh..don't ask about life....First term exams were terrible...especially physics.Now please don't ask me the marks.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I looked up to him and found him smiling at me.....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Our eyes locked....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I realized that I was smiling too.....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Me: what??</span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I broke the silence.....He seemed to be a bit of embarrassed......</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">He:Pass me a pen.What's the page number?</span></span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"><i>He started turning the pages of "concise physics for class 10"......</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';color:#993399;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Me:How will I know.Check it out yourself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I said as I passed him a pen....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">He took the pen and grabbed my hand.....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">His eyes still fixed on the physics book.....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">But extending his cigarette burnt,dark lips a little to give away a notorious smile....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">I gave him a sarcastic dirty look....</span></span></i></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">And rescued my hand from his.....</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">Me:We must make it fast.I gotta go to my friend's place for dinner.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;">He:okay...okay...so it was Oersted who conducted an experiment on the magnetic effect of electric current which.........</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><i> </i></div>its me srijani...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11875012119583515974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029305247117067097.post-52198716545101830422010-06-17T21:58:00.000-07:002010-06-19T01:30:35.975-07:00Undefined..........<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78Zu889dinX4qZbdW7lOa5PgPWQ52uN1r_k577wnJS_kGF9-XC4D_SSH5v323cMTwxqrJf1oVqrGH8YGcus8ecmtVuWnqTU3lKqEnqIyTQ_qkNx0ImxDHg-QitErUT9dP3rA-YFZ_iVlN/s1600/BlackAndWhite.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg78Zu889dinX4qZbdW7lOa5PgPWQ52uN1r_k577wnJS_kGF9-XC4D_SSH5v323cMTwxqrJf1oVqrGH8YGcus8ecmtVuWnqTU3lKqEnqIyTQ_qkNx0ImxDHg-QitErUT9dP3rA-YFZ_iVlN/s400/BlackAndWhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484002026292464034" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">OCTOBER 2006:</span></b></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I was out out for a friend's birthday party.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">On returning, saw him sitting uncomfortably on one of the dining table chairs in our living room,with his head hung low....a tall, dark, lean fellow....dressed in a yuk yellow tee and a pair of dark blue jeans....loooking strangely unattractive.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">He looked up to me for a fraction of a second, looked at dad at an instant and again lowered his head.</span></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">"Who the heck is this....man....he looks awful....awful indeed" i screamed within.</span></span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">i just smiled...and yeah..it was close to a grin.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">HE:but uncle i won't be able to continue till her boards....i will be completing my degree in a year...and will then have to leave the city for my job.</span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">DAD:OK...don't worry about that.You can start teaching her from this month itself and we shall arrange for someone else before you leave.</span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">Yeah....i had guessed it correctly....this fellow is gonna be my next tuition teacher.And yes...I was too damn angry and this marked the beginning of my hatred towards him.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">He started teaching me from the next day itself.As days passed by,my hatred towards him became irresistible,and i started employing means so that he had to quit teaching me.I had almost tried all sorts of pranks on him.but naah....he wasn't the least irritated. In fact he seemed to enjoy them.He led me wondering that how can a person be so damn quiet and calm and patient in such intense conditions.He used to smoke a lot....and when that irritating smell of cigarettes occupied my study room even hours after he had left,I felt like killing him and shifting base to central jail.He loved physics, machines being his favorite.(quite naturally as he was a machine himself) Don't know why...i could never call him "sir".Instead i gifted him some weird names...and again he didn't mind at all.Even if I scored a zero in 4 or 5 consecutive tests conducted by him,he could only say"you are kind of grown up now...so there's no point scolding you...but...but..."that's all he could say.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">MARCH 2008:</span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">MOM:You will be completing your degree in June...and will leave soon after that.We have decided to get her admitted to a coaching center ,now itself.Its close to our house and some of her friends' also attend the same classes.</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">HE:But aunty I am available till June.After that she can join those classe</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">s.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">MOM:That wont be possible because after June...no one will take her in.Its her boards next year.We can't take things so casually.</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">HE:But aunty i haven't got my posting yet.And actually she is used to my kind of teaching.may be she may not be able to adjust anywhere else.</span></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></b></i></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">He looked into my eyes....</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">(for the second time after that first day's meeting)</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">his eyes wanted to express something.... </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">something which had always remained unsaid...</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">MOM:no no..she will be fine out there..we have already spoken to sir...you need not come from next day</span></span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">.</span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">"yippeeee..he is gone... at last....thank god..."I jumped in my room.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">"But he wasn't that bad....may be i' ll miss him." My inner self protested....</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">I myself was surprised.</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;">(to be continued later.....)</span></i></span></div><div><br /></div></div>its me srijani...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11875012119583515974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029305247117067097.post-72728303399524292182010-06-16T03:29:00.000-07:002010-07-03T23:52:56.212-07:00"My temple of learning"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYn7d6iZmLj1dA0pLUqJEP_cYroIXltbItuWc5INUvOiRjmTH-Z_uIFE4lbaDQRrSN_rNEOmfvEgEX8LIQrT8oJa4WIcyO1ZHUjx-jP0KfWDqX8N9QDL0zL3A60mfBgJ9Yn5vf0Ksha3Cj/s1600/events+of+2008+421.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYn7d6iZmLj1dA0pLUqJEP_cYroIXltbItuWc5INUvOiRjmTH-Z_uIFE4lbaDQRrSN_rNEOmfvEgEX8LIQrT8oJa4WIcyO1ZHUjx-jP0KfWDqX8N9QDL0zL3A60mfBgJ9Yn5vf0Ksha3Cj/s320/events+of+2008+421.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483330492573439394" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCqWO7YEiAhs4aFZYMBm7-zNLcPyXXFbXTGKdmK4pOGstAa0euxZ_VEvVE1HP0kfYCMA16NhrPIQIhNpA6qX5c7CkirB5EzDHaeOLl9I4FrK9i3h8hmwoSeKVRQWc-1-V2BxcZAXhJ3wx/s1600/events+of+2008+420.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCqWO7YEiAhs4aFZYMBm7-zNLcPyXXFbXTGKdmK4pOGstAa0euxZ_VEvVE1HP0kfYCMA16NhrPIQIhNpA6qX5c7CkirB5EzDHaeOLl9I4FrK9i3h8hmwoSeKVRQWc-1-V2BxcZAXhJ3wx/s320/events+of+2008+420.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483330481540197842" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">We have been comparing school with a"temple of learning"....from the very beginning of our school days.I do remember the very first day when i crossed the bluish grey gate...guarded by our sweat heart Chakraborty kaku....and entered my school...or rather" my temple-Meghmala Roy Education Centre"...yeah..although i now belong to one of the best schools of the city...and have spent almost two years in this...."strictly disciplined" and "highly renowned" institution,i do consider and proudly proclaim my alma mater to be MREC.Anyways back to track...it was the day of my prelim interview...some day in the month of november...in 1995 most probably....and...i was shown a number of miniature vegies made of clay and was asked to identify them....I hope you guys don't expect me to remember every bit of it...but yes i do remember....that i failed to identify the onion and was expecting a good round of scolding.....but even then Sr.Sandhya was in her all smiles mode..(P.S:Sr.Sandhya smiled even when the guys in our class adopted the path of intense violence..but as we all know...good fortune doesn't last for long...she was transferred to some other school in just 3 yrs....much before we the so called"good girls"opened up from our shells and started showing off rainbow colours within us)..but the most memorable stuff of that prelim thing was the packetful of mango bytes...kept on the table alongside...u wont believe guys...but the packet was really "HUGE"....i was waiting madly for the interview to end..and expected sister to to ask me to pick as many i want from that bag...but again...some utter sweet people can also hurt in certain simple circumstances....she just took out 1..yes just 1 out of the thousand billion candies and landed it on my right palm...my heart sank....but again in a moment i was amazed and confused at the same time on seeing the girl next to me cry like anything....i couldn't find any valid reason for crying in such a situation.....and finally consoled my mind by telling him(mind it guys....its a HE)..she must be craving to go to the wash room....for...u know...."the natural regular egestion of faecal matter" and stuff...but on a serious note..Puja Krishnan..or rather officially T/6903/038 me being T/6903/037 was a big deal of support for my boards..and yeah...i would like to take the opportunity to thank her now...I just met her a few months back...and must say...she has grown up to be a matured young lady.....hope she could help me in this too..and take me out of my kiddy zone!!!!</span></span></i></div>its me srijani...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11875012119583515974noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8029305247117067097.post-25623443796080331162010-06-14T21:48:00.000-07:002010-06-14T22:47:29.902-07:00beginning of the journey.....<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote>Hello everyone....!!!!well to begin with....i am kind of tensed and nervous...and don't really know what to begin with. Its the first time i am writing something else other than my English language essays......and to be frank enough....my English teacher was never ever impressed by my writing skills.But </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">ki farak pendeya ji</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"</span></b></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">..as far as she isn't marking my blogs.....and i m not getting bored of this blogging thing....i would simply love to share a few incidents happening in my favorite game"</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">zindagi"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">...and i can assure, it wont be that </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">boring.So...</span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">"friends,Romans,countrymen lend me your ears"....</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">or to be more precise...<i>"eyes"</i>.<blockquote></blockquote></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><blockquote></blockquote></span></div>its me srijani...http://www.blogger.com/profile/11875012119583515974noreply@blogger.com1