My state of mind (Not responding)

Another successful day rather an effort when I make it to the library. Yes, behind my every library trip...there lies a motivational factor, motivating me enough to drag myself out of the house. And mind you, under no circumstances 'studies' is that factor. Nothing even remotely close to education can motivate me enough...I never even gave IIT entrances and CAT a thought...so you can imagine how concerned am I about education and earning a handsome salary out of it. I like the gyaan people give and have about making it to the IIMs and IIT's...but I dont even classify that gyaan as gyaan...which further proves how useless I am! BUt I respect the people who crack iit and cat entrances and hold high opinions about them (;P I better do or my love life shall suffer)

So ya the library...Every library trip i make, I follow a very strict schedule...certain tasks I stick to doing on time and without fail. Tracing back my thoughts on how special my todays' library odyssey has been so far.... Ok its quite a task finding a place in the library coz' unlike me, people come here to study and since its exam period...the places are usually filled.
After finding a comfortable place somewhere on the ground floor...I

• switch on the laptop and smile when the pop up says "Uniwide now connected"
  
• quickly have a look who is online on gtalk
• first and foremost, open orkut...feel disgusted on not finding any new scraps in last 5-6 hours....check what are the latest updates are and shrug them aside calling orkut crap!
• open facebook... (appear confident to myself that i understand how it works when i know i am as good with it as indian auntyjies with finding alphabet keys on computer keyboards)
• finally, check mails! (as usual none...no one has the time except me obviously)

what happens next is imp.... i go in a "what to do next" mode (I suffer from this condition more than often even when i have exams, 4 assignments to submit and a thesis to write...I fail to see the obvious.."study!")
Then i realise, how people have been talking about sarkaar raj...I hit on a movie download site and am totally glad to find it there....and well, as you would have predicted i download it :) (even getting into the technical details of the errors that pop out once in a while....a day for me consists of 78hrs..and i have time to waste and this just displays that i dont lack determination at all...I am determined to download this movie!)

Back to orkut..damn no new scraps now even! (the same 'damn' that you would associate with not hearing from a prospective employer)

Hear some Chinese here n there once in a while ( ch che che a chehaa chehkla chd chow chow...and even more chchchchchc)

Look at others and observe how well dressed women are and then make a mental note which dress i need to buy next and guys...they wear the best of perfumes (curse myself rather my perfumes for not being good enough)

Yippeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!! My movie download is done!

Ok now am hungry.....rush to the food court but before i leave, i spread books and papers on the table just to give an impression that someone is seriously studying here (heheheh..ya right)

Now Food makes me think...lets study for a change (now thats a dangerous feeling..its soooo not me!) and I begin doing my risk assessment on a software...I smile knowing that the software would take ages to generate results and i explain myself how i can further do something worthless... I beam :) (infact an ear to ear smile) on the mere thought.

meanwhile, 2 guys next to me talk..maybe in Arabic..and yeah, i stare at them as if they just disturbed my concentration. and they actually shutup :P lolzzzz

But oh no!! OH SHIT! the software is done evaluating results...it took less rather much less than usual...and now i dont know what!!!!!!!! nothing...zilch

I yawn..look here n there...look at the watch..buzz to my house mate on gtalk, inform her about my achievement of movie download :) (no response).....rotate in my chair....push on the backrest of the chair to see how much can the chair bent backwards....yet no more scraps...play with my pen...peep below the table to see who's shoes did i hit while bending downwards in the chair....think "aaj raat ko kuch accha khana hai"....yawn again...

Well, Windows Akanksha's brain system(Not Responding)

• Ctrl+Alt+Del
• End Task.

P.S : Making grammatical mistakes is a hobby i pursue diligently

transcripts of Afghanistan

I just updated my pic...well, dont i look right from the 'Taliban' regime??? ;P Guess I have been too fascinated by how and what happens in Afghanistan...Its quite a topic I believe. After hearing about (not that America was bombarding the entire nation already torn apart by talibs) but about debates whether Aussie troops should stay there or be pulled back, after reading Khaled Hosseini's (Ref: wikipedia to get the spelling right) both the books, after seeing the bollywood flick 'kabul express', after seeing infinite discovery channel series on Afghanistan, after reading stuff about Daniel Pearls' murder (infact the word is 'slaughter'), some other books here n there and basically after reading so much about that country...I was convinced the country is in ruins and conveniently formed a barren mental picture of the place and the people. Infact, my vision of the place was so sad that all i could associate with the place was 'lots of sand' and people wearing dirty grey or mud shade colours (this just reflects that I could not associate any vividness what so ever with the country and its people).
The other day it so happened that I was sitting in the library and trying rather pretending to study...and behind me were a group of under grads chit-chatting and also discussing their assignment. A very pretty girl in their group looked Indian and since i am still of the 'desi' school of thoughts that I have to ask every indian i meet where is he/she from and what is she/ he doing....and then may be continue with the same old stuff of "oh you are from xyz place...nice.. a friend of mine is from the same xyz place...blah blah blah" Ok now getting back to the girl, when i put up the same old rotten ques 'where are you from in india? " I got an unexpected reply, ' well, i am from kabul, Afghanistan'. Whoopsi!!! a bell rang in my head...series of thoughts which then went in my head were something like in this order
-NOooooo she cant be!!!!!!
-How can she be...she is dressed up so well.
-what is she doing in sydney...and how come!
-She is soo fashionable unlike how it is supposed to be in Afghanistan!
-She is even wearing a short skirt with long boots - its not allowed!
-She is wearing Bright purple and yellow - they wear only dull colours!
-HOw come she is wearing her hair open!
-She is so smart and talkative - afghani women are supposed to be sad and timid!
-How come she is so educated!!!

bringing my sense back to her, I was quite stunned....and i behaved as if i have just at that moment met the 'Mr right' of my life! I was simply so excited to finally meet someone from the land i had read so much about...I was sooo happy and curious to have eaten her head for the next 115 minutes! Well she told me she had been in sydney only for the last 4 months and her parents were still in kabul...which just proves that by no means she could have become so hip all of a sudden just by landing in the aussie land and ya above all, she was a medical student - which stated furthermore that she was a bright girl.

I had so many queries about life in kabul and in other parts of Afghanistan that i actually ate her head with them. She laughed at me, but answered all the questions i had in my mind...at the end of the discussion, she gave me that look which said "You dumb woman, go and work upon your basic IQ..you have no freaking idea about my country....I am sure you dont even know how is it geographically placed!'. And she indeed made me feel so ignorant and unaware and most of all stupid! Infact, she kept giggling for the next 10 minutes after the discussion was over...

A million words, so many books, 1000s of people and their opinions, talks and talk shows about the atrocities of people in Afghanistan...all this for a span of last 7 years, post Kandahar hijacking episode in dec 1999...all this was successful in creating a picture which was observed by many and written about by many more - Afghanistan in turmoil. ...yet just 2hours with someone who had lived that life- washed away all the Afghanistan related data and pictures that my brain cells carried...well, she made me see and associate happiness with that land, she made me realise how people have hope and cherish good and bad times, how children dream and plan their education, how women there too love shopping and know which clothes and dressing style is in vogue...she made me associate colors like red, fuchsia and pink with Afghanistan..people aim and strive hard to establish a career and make an effort to be global citizens..boys check out girls..teenagers hang out together..late night coffee happens too...she made me live and believe in what her eyes had seen and observed...her knowledge and tastes of cookies n cakes were far better than mine...no reflection of pain or loss in her eyes just sheer happiness and pride to belong to her country...Its now that I can smile thinking about Afghanistan and imagine people going to parties and basically having a nice time...Infact then I even googled and found out that kabul has business centres and malls...Afghanistan afterall is not just barren, it has a modern life too! Thanks to her, I now believe that after a sunny day in the rains, a rainbow rises there too :)

P.S : oye yeh to serious ho gaya!

'Sense' of humour

Another morning when I drag myself out of bed and in a half asleep condition, I (as usual) promise myself to do some constructive work today and so far, i have already wasted an hour doing nothing. Here I am writing a blog again even when i put my first blog like yesterday :P (in ideal conditions people put their posts after a significant time gap...you know that way every blog looks important and the writer gives an impression how busy he or she was. Result: better impression.)
I am an Indian who has perpetually lived on nescafe' forever and here i am in firang land where infinite brands of coffee confuse me and make me wonder whats the importance of coffee in my life! Till the time i was at home, coffee was more of an additive to make the milk taste drinkable or when we would run out of bournvita supply and mom still had to make us gulp down a never ending glass of milk. But then lightening struck and 'cafe coffee days' revolutionised india.
Its at that moment (while trying to fix myself a coffee) i remember that i had forgotten to brush my teeth...and its then while being engrossed in the activity of brushing my teeth that the great thought took birth in my usually useless brain. Brushing lazily and looking at myself in the mirror I wondered (apart from also thinking how messy my hair were, what kind of hair serum must i apply, why am i wearing glasses while brushing my teeth... blah blah blah) so I wondered, how would you define the term 'sense of humour'.
Ok now since it is called a 'sense' of humour, it gotta be something serious... since the words like 'sensible', 'sensitive', 'senses' etc all have a very serious connotation attached to them, so how serious can humour be.?? Well i know for sure that it is an important characteristic trait (women want a man with a good sense of humour, often people are described as having a sense of humour.. etc etc. Maybe it has a subjective definition depending on whether you like the person or not, whether the guy is good looking or not, it just might be directly proportional to the degree of 'cuteness'... and yes, then I also want to know, how would PJ's be categorized ????

I fall into that category of 'pj' (poor jokes) cracking people. Whenever i say something, i, in most cases, find it so funny and laugh so much on it that the person in front cant even understand my words let alone the meaning of what i was trying to say. And then forever i get that ' Its NOT FUNNY' expression!!!! Infact my boyfriend laughs on the fact that my jokes are not funny!

The chain of my arbitrary thoughts end when my house mate knocks at the door making me realise that i have spent ages on the brushing activity. And when i step out of the bathroom, since my mate looks quite annoyed, I willingly make an effort to 'crack' a joke (crack..whoa! what a word..you crack CAT and IIt entrances, not jokes!) and i receive the age old expression "oh no not again" kinds....well, thats a biologically programmed 'defense mechanism' that people around me adopt to safeguard themselves from the potential danger of my jokes.

I can never make sense :(

Whoa, I am here too...i finally, after much contemplation, step on the gates of the blogging world. Writing a blog is sort of in vogue, the biggest of celebrities have their blogs...No, by no chance thats the reason why I chose to begin writing blogs....I am just a meagre me! and the reason why i finally adopted the idea is that...just the idea clicked. I like the way the word 'click' sounds...

yeah 'click'...when the breads pop out of the toaster...when your boyfriend abruptly hangs up the phone...when the electric kettle is done boiling the water...and when the 'breathalyser' is done taking your reading (infact, thats the most prominent click). well, click was also a movie, though i still wonder why it was named so! It was about a 'time remote' and as far as my knowledge is on remotes, they, under no circumstances, make a clicking noise!

so, crux of it all...do my words 'click'?????