Me!!!!

It’s been quite long now since i have been with me, a nice person to be with actually i can say :) well lemme tell u a few things abt shikha....

knowledge and perfection are the two things that she desires and occasionally makes efforts towards them, not a regular she is at anything!!! she is a quick learner and adapts easily but in few cases she finds herself unable to adjust no matter wat!!! !!! so far she has discovered that there are many things that make this world wonderful and equal is the no of things that make it detestable.... though more often than not avoids the latter, but one thing that she is sure of is that she would endeavour to tilt the balance towards the first one.... she loves to see beauty of nature and appreciates it out loud sometimes and silently at others, be it the rising sun, the beautiful tired reddish setting sun, the moon surrounded by infinite stars, the unfathomable talking ocean, ice-covered mountains, whispering air, smiling flower, a translucent small pretty leaflet or any of the conspicuous form of nature...
Apart from that she is as eccentric as sensible she seems, but the former her is known to a few of her close frnds... she dances when she feels like, music or no music, she sings at the top of her voice if she is in mood of, she dresses up at 2 in the morning and spends hours trying different dresses but if going out she can walk directly out of bed and that happens pretty often!! She always speaks her heart out if there is something good to say... very expressive she is!! If she loves someone, she always comes up with a reason to tell that someone that she loves him, if she respects someone she finds a way to express it, if she appreciates sth she makes sure to tell it...
She is free-willed but doesn’t hav qualms in following any1 she loves... she hates to be dominated but at times i hav seen her loving it!! If given a choice she’d shirk responsibilities but if given any she performs her duties to the best she can... she hardly cares what anyone thinks of her as long as she doesn’t value that someone...

My First Interview

Ah well, 15th Jan 2010 was the day of my first ever official interview.

Company: Infosys
Package: 3.25 (oops! one must not publicise one's package ;) )
Preparation: All prayers nothing else (it works all my atheist friends)

Since only this company didn't have any technical round my all hopes were set on it( preparation of CAT took me far away from all the technical subjects and i never knew i loved quant, di, va so much more than microprocessor!!). I work at crisis, always. Even placement couldn't wake me up from my slumber. And on 13th suddenly i realised, fish!!! I am just one day away and I dont even know how to answer "tell me about yourself" yet. So I started my HR interview preparation. Weird questions, funny questions, serious questions, bla bla questions, I tried to prepare all. Got them checked by Bhaiya and then rechecked by Papa. Well with Papa it was more like a mock interview ( Naaa more scary than the real one!! Now what do you expect if someone,who has taken interviews of a thousand people for posts way more higher and much more paying than this, would take mine??).
Praying and telling HIM(up there) that next one will come with GD and TI round, your headache will be doubled, so better get me into this one ONLY for your own benefit, I wont bother you again.

Then came the D-Day. A very long wait, longer ppt (but I really liked how it concluded with a salutation to Indian Army). And then Written Test (Heart beat: 150 per minute). For Infosys, it was the only screening round and I literally didn't prepare at all for this(Reason 1: Overconfidence, Reason 2: I didn't give myself time enough to prepare for it). And while the papers were distributing I wished if only this one time I did sth seriously!!!
Well, it went well... I was done in 20 min in first one of logical and left two questions deliberately because I thought there might be upper cut-off( well actually I wasn't in a mood of dividing a figure like 68.71 by 127.52). And the second one was eng, I tried to do it at my best speed too.

to be continued...

Mr Terrorist

Mr Terrorist,
how r u??? to ur displeasure i am hale and hearty. i wonder if u ever thought abt me but honestly i pretty often think abt u. i have imagined u often, how u look like, ur determined voice and in my thoughts i often hav imagined our meeting (sincerely i never want one, and i always thought of it when u dont intend to take another life).
i hav many questions to ask u... mannyyyy... let me ask some now,
i never understand what makes you so determined to take a life, how come your hands never tremble to take another when red droplets are still on ur face and clothes, hav u ever seen in any infant's eye before pulling the trigger??? wat if someday ur proud father's frnd is the one in front of u, or ur adolesence crush, or ur little siter's teacher who praises her all the time, or ur elder brother's pal??
u must hav a family too, right?? ohhh sometimes wat makes u wat u r is loss of ur loved ones... but how come u inflict same pain on someone else whom u dont know even after knowing how bad it is??? i can understand if ur revenge is restricted to one who did harm to u, but wat hav i done?? i am not a bad person as well that u r doing good to the world by making me dead... honestly, i hav intentions to do good to this world....
if not my life u take but u rob me of my peace of mind, my loved one's security... so i make a humble request to u... plz never meet me neither any1 whom i know....

a random person

A place called guy's room

I wonder if i know the words enough to complete the description of " a place called guy's room". This is my humble attempt towards it.

Door is kept ajar, and the glimpse of what lies inside keeps you wondering what exactly it is... a slept black cat, half bulged cushion or maybe something that you havent seen till now. You open the door with creaking sound...(now come on doya xpect they'd ever oil the hinges!!! they r too busy to do that) and lo! it is two black trousers entangled and thrown about as if they were some "untouchables" of early times..... and if you try to get the trousers apiece it would take you an hour or so, it is so well entangled as if somebody purposefully did it...

door opened.... you slowly go into the room.... your first step in what seems a complete "mess"(i dont know a better word for a place which stinks when you perform that -ide test in chem lab, looks like a room in a movy when 4-5 gunda comes to hero's house for finding sth or for a warning).... u take a few steps with a handkerchief on ur nose pressing it so tightly as if u'd burn all the calories in doing that....and u r in middle of this place!!!!u take a lookk around and with just one turn you feel dizzy enough to faint on the spot....but you cant afford that....lying in that room!!!! you cant do that to urself....u did commit some mistakes in your life but not much to punish yourself lyk that....

u r out of breath...u want to run away...but you cant haste...you have to take step carefully as u do when u walk on the mire in rain with an umbrella in hand and wearing those slippery chhappals...bec if u hurried there is 0 probablity that u wud reach the door without stumbling over "sth important" which is lying on the floor( why for heaven's sake??!!!).... but u dare to stand where u are and see what is its extent.....

To be continued...

growing up...

i was playing "stapu" with some of my friends when some some senior girls ( may be of 10th, 11th or 12th standard) came and asked if they can play with us. We were more than happy to have "them" playing with us.
- This is a scene stored in my memory as it is... I still remember the scorching sun of Delhi over us when i finished my lunch in 10 minutes or so, so that i could play with my friends when i was in 6th standard. I used to emulate them, wishing when will i get elder, become like them....

I don't know how the time passed... if everything that ever happened was a dream or something that really happened!! I sometimes wonder if I ever was what I was or was it a dream... When I see a 2 months old (young rather) child I tend to think if I ever were so small!!20 years have passed, i met a lot of people, visited many places, learned various things but just an obscure images are there in my mind...I changed many schools, spent years in different places... and the time drifted without letting me know... Its now that I am seeing myself as a third person and realizing that many moments have passed and many will....

Now, the senior classes in which i wanted to go have passed... a 12th year student is a junior to me.... i have grown up...

I wonder if my hairs will turn white in a similar way?? without even letting me stop and take notice that how much has elapsed...