desitnation where destiny got us

Destination: mallelateertam 140 kms frm hyderbad, srisailam road
Landed: kuntal falls 280 kms frm hyderabd
Let’s go let’s go let’s go
Bloody no one replied
Ok now, we are going!!
I’l join…..so will I …..Me too :)
This is exactly how it all started ….
And finally things got confirmed at 2 in the night and scheduled at 6 in the morning of the sameday. We planned on going in two cars…one was vijay’s car and the other was huma’s car, with it came our bond james bond giri bond….the coolest driver I ever met.
We all assembled at sameera’s house at 6 in the morning …
Had breakfast on the way and were moving on …singing high on rock….
One of my friends made a route may….there was only one mistake in it…. the word nizambad…..that proved lucky …. Our driver said he knew the short cut to nizamabd and we blindly followed him with out even giving a thought….blame the excitement ……
We reached Nizambad
‘Bhaiyya yaha se srisailam jaane ka road kaha pe hai?’….srisailam ko janne ek ich rasta hai Hyderabad jaake jaane………..
Holy fuck!!!!!
U must be kidding…and we kept on asking ppl …but the answer remained the same…….
God …….did we goof up the trip?!?!
No, no not all …we are not giving up…..we wanted to see a waterfall right …we are seeing it….tats it…yeah yeah tats the spirit!!!
We asked the village ppl if there was a water fall around ….they said there was one at a distance of 100 km…..all through the route we kept wondering if it would be worth seeing at all and we kept laughing about how careless we could get….we were just driving on and on like it never occurred to any of us that we must drive back the same distance!!.
Well well well
Twists are part of our life ….right
Yea we had them all
Starting with family problems: D
I know its not a big deal to go on a picnic all alone…we all are adults….but our parents don’t think so….few of them are cool with it, but for others ….chillax mommy and dady we are going anyways ….sorry
Candidate 1: vijay – got a call frm his parents ….’where are you?’ dady im in basher bagh and im goin to himayatnagr now…..
He was actually in nizamabd then….time 1 30 in the after noon he returened home at 2 in the nite….what happens if he dad checks the kilometer ….. was it like 600 kms frm basherbagh to himayatnagar??
Candidate 2 : Its me its me :D
I said im going to college not tat my parents will totally deny the picnic idea its just that im in no mood to answer where? How? How many? You know the route and stuff ….Its just that I have no clue ……..so the easiest way out is im going college and I will be back home by 7 pm ….
Khel khatam dukaan bandh
Candidate 3: Sruti shrama
Mom I goin to Sanghi temple (Thanks to her parents water phobia, they wouldn’t have allowed her to mallela theeram)
Candidate 4 : Maria khan
Im going to malleleteertam but in the college bus and a faculty member will accompany to take care of us :D …cool baby go on!!!!
Candidate 5 :Huma
she is goin to the same place but back home by 7 not a minute more.
Candidate 6: Vedika
Mom il be back by 7 …no beta u wont …..so come back at least by 10….no mumma il be back by 7.
So the other tension free guys were Sameera and nick they were cool with it…but sam had to get back home by 10 at least
After goofing up the root and realizing we have another destination which desity had planned for us…..we had no choice but to accept it with a smile.
Lucky Dhaba was on our way… yummy yummy food…..
And one small accident among our cars and one small cut…which looked more like a love bite..hehe.. soo…lite again.
Goin on and on …..we thought we can reach 100 kms in 10 mins….excitement again!!!
It took us 1 and half hrs …and journey was worth it.
Yeah it’s the kuntala falls…
We walked and had to take 500 steps down to reach the water ……..
It was awesome……..we dint goof up…It couldn’t get better
All excited…we just realized we forgot the camera up in the car midst the excitement …..Never mind nick’s N95 solved the problem….
We all got into the water …..the pressure was really high …the rock was skiddy….
We all started falling one after the other….few got hurt but when I skid and fell, more than the physical hurt ….the fat kid who was laughing on me hurt me the most……I wanted to kick that kid who continuously laughed on me for 15 mins…..shaking his tummy. It was all fun and got back up and drove back….it was 280 kms to Hyderabad now.we though we can drive 280 kms in 2 nd half hrs….
It was 7pm now….and now started the tension to get back home…….as we drove little we realized its gonna take its own time to reach home…..i thought I should think of a idea ..I called my parents and told tat il stay back at my friends place today…they were cool with it. My problem is all solved now…..take your own time…..drive slow …..Drive happy……..drive safe.  There was a 20 kms lap between both the cars…..

Continuous calld frm shrus mom….i was hilarious to see her answer every time she took the call
Mom we lost way….
Mom we ggot the way….
Mom we are still driving….
Mom we are in lb nagar…
Mom we are in nagole….
Mom we are in koti…..
Phew!!! She almost gave up…..
Finalyy we all reached home all was fine….we got few scoulding obvious with all this we cant move on with a clear chit….
End of it when we llok back it was fun!!!
We couldn’t have asked for more……
I seriously don’t think we would rejoice so much if we had gone malleleteertam directly…..after comin back and checking google we found out that we had visisted the biggest water fall of Andhra pradesh
It’s a victory
Cheers all
Love all those in the trip
vedika, sameera, huma, maria, shruti, nick, vijay
Mwwahhhh!!
ps:the title of this blog is nick's idea.

Thesis Hangover!!!

Its the final countdown!!!

thesis thesis every where.....it was just goin on and on...spreading wider and wider......the final countdown had begun, cell ringing more requently..Pulse Rate soring......more tension meaning more coffee ...the submission dates kept fluctuating- 15 16 17 18.....so did my work....we all want to work till the last minute, sorry, last second.....so did i! Coz of which my print job was still pending....the buzz was just one BIG thing- "THESIS". Mails kept flowing....mails have never been so scary! There is soo much pressure and tension can do to a person....i went to the printing shop on 17th when my jury was scheduled on 18th. I thought i was doing it late, one day before the jury, but, then its ok! Its actualy ideal..i was there in the plotting shop at 11 in the morning..Jumbo xerox barkatpura. He is our friend and so he opens and closes the shop on our request....well how many times do u find a sweet heart in this world? well, one among them is ravi..who did all my setting job beacuse i had no idea how to do it it! Was a time consuming process....he did it all, but tantrums came free with it..i sure dint mind, so long as my work was done :P Half of my class was there in the shop..all equally scared nd trying to prove how each ones work is the worst! Actualy we all just say these things but andhar hii andhar every one sings the same song 'MY WORK ROCKS!' :D The work went onnn in the shop...time was just whiling away..many ppl joined the clan soon. It looked more like my class room ...The printing store was full of 'arre nikla kya nahi nikla' ....'woh 1 :100 scale mein aata kay nahi aata'.....'check kar check kar'....'next mera nikalo pls'......'bhaiyya woh print nikalo na mein kab se hoon idar'....I whiled all my time getting scared was getting scared and thinking of the model i had to make that was due!! Damn it!! ....Fianly my work was done at 11 in the nite ...Now, that gave me some peace :D....my frnds still kept comin in to the shop nd believe me that shop was open all nite...my frnds were there till 8 in the morning nd came directly to college from there.
As i reached home 100 things popped in to my head.. So, sleep? No luck!! And when i say NO Sleep..I mean No Sleep!! Fianly, we were all in college..with faces that read: I DINT SLEEP FOR FOUR DAYS!! Every one had something to say without really knowing what is was that they had to say!! We were all saturated to the extremes!
Half of them sleepig while standing.. Half of them giving finishing touches to their work! We were all so 'into' thesis that it dint wear out even after it was over. I recieved a call from Abhishek after the jury while he was on his way to back home. " Deepti, waha koi lawaris laptop dikhra kya??" Yea, I didn't understand either..I mean really, How the Fuck does someone forget their laptop?? Its not like its a pen..or umm..a pencil, in our case :P I turned around and i found one..i went down to the prtico nd was like hopeless take it...soon he reacts this is not mine....we went up to realise that some else also forgot their laptop and we had to remind the lady that she had forgotten her laptop in the class, It was all a wierd day.....my jury was over ...how did it go im not bothered all that im bothered is "ITS THE END AND ITS A VICTORY" every body were tirerd..dead tired!!....showing flashes of 'battery low'..'battery low'...'Battery dead!!'

color speaks

Paintings ..... one of my passions...... i am no great painter though.....some how wanted to post about this one. I majorly paint when im bored. It is my stress buster. I just started with water colors. I did one awesome water color painting but i lost it....gave it for a diplay in a exhibition but never got it back. :( This painting is my first oil painting that i tried. hey i think i shuld mention this, i always thought oil paining can be done only by professionals, it was only after seeing sameeras paintings and her motivation that gave me courage to try and im in love with oil colours. So with out any doubt if i get any credit .....the credit goes to sameera.




This one is one of my favorites. Pen and ink work, but hardly used pen. Used cotton nd brush to do this.

Ok now this really is one of my favorites......i did this using no brush....yeah ....most of it wit spong and other things which are not meant for painting. This is for sure one of my fastest paintings just an hr with many breaks. nd ya with out the magical song it coudnt have been possible.... 'some where i belong' by linkin park and november rain by Guns and Roses.

Rock on!!!!

(joint venture by me and sameera ....when we both had noting to do and just an plain oil sketch paper and the only buzz was to fill it)

African art .....my new intrest have loads of them now ...but my camera is not working so i cant click any of them :(

pen and ink ......took lot of time to do this.... :)

NoT tO ScALe

what???

You cant be 22

Dude I'm 22

(ya i know while the entire world struggles to hide their age I'm here shouting as to how old i am)

well there are so many tiny things that affect for being 'not to scale'.

Just making it clear......I'm not regretting

I am not rejoicing.

I am just mentioning.

Starting from childhood I get all those extra kisses for being very tiny. so i love it.

Coming to school i got to stand in the first row every time and like every school kid mentality we all wanted to stand first.

I still remember once wen i was in my 5th grade i wrote a very good composition and was appreciated for the same and my teacher says this.....children see her in spite of being so short she wrote so well!!! ( i was just scratching my head what does writing good composition have to do with my height. Well never mind, and many such things happened later and now, i just got used to it )


Coming to college now....I'm just sick and tired of looking at the same exclamation ppl give when they get to know that i go to college.


What you're in college???

you look like a kid.

I just give a plastic smile.

and now its like dude can you put it up in a more creative way I'm just sick and tired of listening to what?? what??what??

You look like a kid???

Unbelievable??

yea yea.....

And there are few people who just start, "hey don't feel bad", and stuff.....believe me i never ever thought that should be a comment. After all, its a world full of different people and all are equally special in their own way. Definetly, short people are the smartest! :P just to name few- Aamir khar, sachin tendulkar, A r Rahman, deepti Goud :D

And more over "kuch toh log kahenge ....logo ka kaam hai kehna...."


Once i was just walking back home and i see a small girl, barely 3 yrs old, riding her tricycle, i just smiled and was walking again she says"excuse me.....hi i see you daily. You go to school?"


I replied no baby i go to college with a smile and started walking again and she adds "excuse me .....you dont look like that....." even a three year old ??? damn!!!! im really bored now.

• I dont get foot wear of my size ......and i definitely don't wanna go to kids section because i dont wanna wear micky mouse and Donald duck stuff
• Architecture means lot of autocad, autocad means a good mouse and the regular mouse is way too big for my hand and the smaller lappy mouse is way too small
• I love shorts! i think they are the most comfortable outfit, but that will make me look even more small. People will just cme, pull my cheek, and say "soo cute..." and i stand no choice but to say "@#@$@$!#$ Fuck you!!!! I m not cute, i m 22!!!
• I'm the U-sec of my college (NASA). And as the general traditional goes, all parents interact with the U-sec and wish luck for the trip. But, NO!!! Not in my case. All i get is "Ahaan so kiddo...are u sure u're the leading this trip??" and all i can do id give back looks that'd say "WHATEVER!!". Now theres another category of people who come over and gimme looks of "Oh my God! u r so short and u're the U-sec. Very good beta!". Well my answer to all you guys is "Thank you!!! But you know you could really do away with the 'u r soo short' part."
• Now comes the best part :P Shorty boys!!!!:D These days i come across more short guys than ever before and trust me they're SHORT yet HOT :P So my chances get better!

and I say 'GREAT THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES'

cheers

deeps.

ArChI AliEN

YOU KNOW U'RE AN ARCHITECTURE STUDENT WHEN...

Subject: I don't need sex - the school of architecture fucks me all the time
Description: If you are architecture students you've probably experienced:-

• the taste of wood glue-



• changes in your vocabulary: homework to project, ball to sphere, etc-



• you don't understand how somebody can spend less than $20 at the supplies store



• you hate people telling you "go to sleep" or "do you still have a lot of work?"



• your friends and you don't have the same concept of work "oh, well do it right before class"



• you've slept more than 20 straight hours on weekends-you can easily discuss with authority the effects of caffeine on different drinks



• no matter the effort you put in a project, somebody will always say “why don’t you add this” or “why don’t you change this here” or “i think that…but…yeah, its ok”



• you’ve heard all your ipod songs in a week-you aren’t seen in public without bags under your eyes



• whenever you get invited somewhere, it is followed by “or do you have a lot of homework?”



• you’ll dance ymca with a choreography without a drop of alcohol in your system



• you write down a quick message with rapidographs, lead holders, markers and ink



• you constantly make up excuses for courses that are not design related why you didn’t do your work



• you have more pictures of landscapes and places than of people-your worst nightmare consists of not finishing a project



• someone once called you “lazy” and you wanted them murdered



• you can live without human contact, sunlight, food, but if your plotter’s ink runs out… chaos!!!



• when somebody lends you a Bic pen you look down at it



• you don’t care about sports cars, your favorite car is the one where you can put in your model and your huge computer



• you design spectacular things without the idea of the cost



• you have the modern mark: a blister in your palm’s hand for the constant use of your mouse



• everybody tells you how they admire your work, “but there is no money for it
  That's architourture lyfe....
  
  well this is a very common and popular writing with the architecture students so i thought il add my extension and flavour to it. I never thought that few things can change my life to extremes. there are so many things which sound So weird to a common person but for me its normal now. If i can be awake for 48 straight hours i can also sleep for 48 straight hours.
  I have been to police station, court, hospital, mental hospital, assembly every possible weird place on this earth on the name of case study, Just imagine i was in F bar at 11 O clock in the morning for case study.Damn!!
  Kids just love my room becoz they find all kinds of color pencils, paints, crayons, clay etc.
  I have major fights with my 5 yr old neighbour because he flicks my lil stationary:P
  I spend more than 2000 rs on stationary every month.
  My room is a major breading centre for all weird insects.
  I am super active in the nite. Only the clock reminds me that i need to sleep or the milk mans bell.
  All my clothes have paint stains on them.
  I have approximately around 50 Kgs of sheets and i store all of them, even a scrap paper is the most important document for me, entry of servant maid is banned in my room.
  My mom always thought i was the dirtiest girl but soon she gave up when all my friends came home for a nite out and now she says dimpy and her friends are the dirtiest and i say mom that comes with architecture. love it or leave it!!!!
  My sisters once told me that they will kill me one day for spreading over my stuff all over the house and use my sheets instead of the wood to burn me.
  We slept on the railway station platform, college corridors, bus foot boards and still think they were the most comfortable places.
  I go for a 8 day trip with just a college back pack.
  Our lunch or dinner in any restaurant just ends up only with one conversation i.e discussing the design of the resaturant.
  I treat my wall as a canvas.
  We live in this world where we discuss the beauty of nature the beauty of every not so beautiful thing for a common man and can also write a 5 page design philosophy on a normal chair.
  Well can write more and more about it, but il shal stop it here.
  all that i can say end of it is "ARCHITECTURE LOVE IT OR LEAVE IT"

this is not done :( :(

I worked hard....i seriously worked real hard. The output also turned out to be pretty pleasing. But I m not getting what I deserve. A mere 12 mark out of 30....is that all.....I mean wasnt my work even worth for a min 50%. I m really depressed.......
To my surprise and rechecking of the mark list all students allotted under the jurer Ar Vinod Muddu scored low. All in 12-13 range while the rest students all pass away with minimum 15 marks. Ok I can go wrong.....at any point ....but students with me my friends Uzma and Archana the toppers for the past sems they cant go wrong. On a serious note they cant go wrong. Not to forget sameeras done a good job too i thought she would be clear top scorer. But bloody hell we all stuck with that 12-13.
I wanna complain.....
I seriously wanna complain......
and not just leave it there .........
I wanna get things right.......
i don’t understand whom to blame?
Why am I so unlucky?
But why should luck play such a important role........
Is int the hard work that matters end of the day.....
About the jurer i guess i can bitch heartily about him.
What does he think he is?
He must be a very great Architect with many projects in hand
SO WHAT?????
How can he forget that i am still a student and im still learning.
He can’t compare me with him, now I understand the essence of art of teaching. Not all can become teachers.....the world really needs good teachers to create good human beings. I would never have lost respect for him if he dint mark his own students lavishly in internals.
How can he do that????
How can he be partial..........
when he looks back doesn't he not realize that he was also a student some time.
With all this on one side on the other side i see people who walk away with a good score for doing nothing (almost) and there are few who present these flicked property and
SURPRISE SURPRISE!!!!
Top scores again
WHAT THE FUCK!!!
is there like no one who's watching them, I know I can also do that but my conscious will never allow me. Never mind, End of the day it’s only for me and my pleasure that i work.
But I am not gonna accept my fate this time. Enough is enough I m not gonna take my marks light any more. I m gonna fight and I will get every quarter mark that I deserve. I will fight for what I deserve.

No more “I DON’T CARE” because I care for what I deserve and a 12 is definitely not what I deserve.

CAUTION: this blog contains excessive amounts of frustration's , anger, temper....be careful.

No Cheers!!!

I wanna get slaushed and break that bottle on someones head....

deepti!!!

Train gain!!!!!

The scene was just perfect….sky all dark, stars twinkling window seat freezing while I was forced to attend 25^th anniversary of one of my uncles on the out skirts of the city.

While we were just driving our way , down the way I see a train going……..

I soo damn miss my trips the train journeys which rocked all time…….

Those endless games of teen pathaas till the TT fined us, the mad movie dumbcharades where we had to act for movies like “chudaail ki suhaag raat” :)) A Bhoogi full of our people around……

sitting and talking endlessly on the foot board……….

the concession form manipulations ….

getting down at every intermediate station……

end less coffee treats…….

Walking all the way from coach S1 to S12, Go Adam watching……

Going WOOO…HOOO about every thing ……….

Endless apologies to co-passengers for being too loud (helpless with that …its comes genetically) :p

As it just goes dark creeping into blankets staring out of the window kissing the cool breeze.

Oh ya how can I forget stupid compartment rules laid by fatty, rugs and abhi ….no ones supposed to sleep….damn they just cross all heights of tolerance and then starts the flash back session where we would become unbelievably senti….

It was sooo much funn!!!!!

Loved every bit of it……

Love for all those who traveled with me….

Cheers!!!

Deeps….

The amphitheatre dream........

Any small event that happened in the college i was always there into it....I just loved the entire work and ideas that pop up during organising any event.....
Events mean decoration to me, Ya i just love doing the decoration .....the craziest, wackiest of ideas they all work in decoration and believe me the kind of safisfaction your get after implementing your idea is over whelming......

Its just that joy that beats on all the hard work and effort.Right from the begin of my NASA journey starting from the Mumbai NASA. I have been a keen observer of all the decorations and little things that they set up and there started my dream..........
I wanted to be a part of a set that's decorated for a celebration.........
A set can make or break an event......
I dream of a amphitheater full of crowd.......
Enthusiastic and vibrant....
I dream of my college amphitheater all full with color and joy ..........
College flags flying hing in the air..................
A stage so vibrant that no one can take there eyes off......
Where every corner speaks and every square inch breathes...........
Mood is just one Celebration...........
My amphitheater dream :)
cheers!!!!
deeps!!!!

Whom do we Hate

Nine bomb blast in Bangaluru, 18 bomb blast in Ahmedabad, 11 live bombs diffused in Surat…… well this is not the first time….. The terror was high even when bombs blasted at the gokul chat, Mecca Masjid, Mumbai station blast or the jaipur blasts…..Who is to be blamed, The police force who is responsible for our security or the people who are behind these blasts….. I must just get a shiver in my nerve for a fraction of second when I get to hear about these and make sure I get to see all the coverage shown on all news channels and as days pass on I might just get bored and there something more interested. Lets us all give it a thought, we are among the fortunate ones who are not affected by these blasts (touch wood).

People who loose there families for doing no harm……..Is it fair? A father and his kids go shopping for Diwali crackers and come back with a dead son, lost leg and daughter full of scars. It might just be “One Dead and Two Injured” for the head lines. A gold smith who just went for a walk looses his eye sight and has severe back injury, he can’t get back to his profession and there are four people dependent on him. Young teenage son who goes for an educational trip to other city does not return back……

They lost something precious and may be few of us lost it too……

Whom do we hate? Why do we hate?

Can’t we just forgive and forget ……and just give love…..

Because its just one life and all that we remember at the end is our loved ones.

Who ever is responsible for these will be responsible, Lets make sure we are not responsible for any single tear how ever small it is. Let us spread love, joy and happiness in this world and erase the word “stranger” There is just one race The Humanity.

Let us be one, all together, let us come and discriminate against none….

Because life is worth a million smiles and loads of happiness

Love

Peace

Harmony

Cheers

Deepti

Just another blog

Vacation was never so long….
I was sick and tired of sleeping…sick of being free and having loads of time..sick of having no work to do, or rather no motivation to work ..and all that because it was ‘summer break’ and as the myth goes -“we are supposed to enjoy our vacation.” Unfortunately, I wasn’t enjoying , I was hating it. I dint know what to do……I called people; nobody was interested to talk or rather, they had better things to do in life.. that kind of annoyed me more! Well there were others, who used to crib about boredom and that made me feel better. Few paintings once in a while, loads of incomplete plans and creative thoughts,which just remained so….I was getting restless. I got serious doubts if I was normal or had some metal problems! I finally decided I wanted to get busy ….so busy that I’l have no time for these thoughts. I wanted to join work and I did join. First two days went off smoothly. Then I wondered if I had to do this?? After all, its my vacation and I’m supposed to enjoy and I don’t seem to enjoy this.
My eyes just go blur and my back seems to hurt… lines replaced my dreams …..all that I get in my dreams in the night are the lines and the black AutoCAD sheets…..phew!!!!
After 10 days of 9 to 7 work I realized I din’t want to work any more.. for reasons more than one…..i seemed to enjoy my holidays back.. but only for two days and back to boredom …I was guilty that I left work…The thought that I was getting lazy was killing me… I tried to keep myself busy but nothing seemed to work and I wanted to start working again.. but in a different workplace.. I dint want to tell it to any one this time. As I consider It as a good omen. Yes I do….but this time I promised to myself that I will work continuously for a month.

Well you must be thinking why the hell I’m writing all this crap….i do have a reason, I just cant believe that I completed one month of work !!! One whole month of tiring days, days when I would work one Sunday so that I wont miss a working college day…
when I look back now, I’m really proud of myself.
Mujhe kisi ki nazar na lag jaaye specially meri khud ki
Muuuaahhhh!!!!!

Special thanks to rahmath and sumeedha for making work more fun, atif aslam, hard kaur, peetam, AR rahman and many more for making lovely music and making our work faster and more interesting. You guys always played in the background :D:D:D

I sure dint approve of the 3 and half hour power cuts which forced me to carry my laptop and give me a back ache…….i hated power cuts the most
YSR shewwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!

we never asked for it......

Today in one of the TV shows a person narrated about how his daughter was a victim of eve teasing.......

when his daughter was driving back home from a class suddenly a alp in shot very close to her eye. after enquiring they found out that it was a latest trend among the eve teasers where they use a rubber band as a pulley and alp in as a bullet and pull it will pressure and the alp in hits the targetted body part and it hit her eye......she was almost on a verge of loosing her eye......

what makes a man do something so criminal to someone he doesn't even know and just laugh away after every thing happens and feel so proud about it......

If they think its some kind of joke sorry we don't have such great sense of humour......

how can they just ride on their bike and hit any one and drive away howling......

push a girl under a blue line bus.......

or empty a acid bottle on her face......

Do they think they did something great.......

something that they should be very proud off......

why should i think twice when it gets late in the night,is this world not equally mine as it is for the man.....

why should we listen it from the strangers on the road if i am tall, short, fat or hot.......

why????

we never asked for it.......

cant people just live their life and let others live theres.........

i f they think they are really cool because they pass comments behind the back and we really get embarrassed .......

let me tell you they are all "A grade loosers"

when ever I heard about it i would be like don't care......but today when i actually give a thought i do care.....

We have equal rights to live and enjoy in this world, We don't want to compromise on little things......

we don't want it.......

when we never asked for it........

p s: I respect men and I know they respect us equally but we always have black sheep's this is for them......let us know if there is something that you never asked for it and you got it.

give me some more time....

please don't stop me from coming to college ......
please don't stop putting those dead lines.....
I am already feeling like a handicapped.....
don't cut away my legs not even my hands ....don't snatch away my speech or block my ears...please don't snatch my vision from the dumb, silly, funny all in all memorable college days of mine where we had only one agenda for the day laugh laugh and laugh......
I want some more time i will definitely leave but i want some more time.........
please don't push me out of the college so soon......
Iwant that regular schedule......
I don't want to face the ugly practical world......
I don't want to get crumbled in the crowd........
where every one wants to be the best..........
where every one is ready to prove how I am wrong and they are right.....
I don't want to take the big step now......
I want some more time...........

i miss u...:(

vajra: today in my office.........
niki:today in my collge oops sorry i.e 10 D................
every nite both my sisters keep talkin about there day in the nite and end of it giggle .....heheh kekekek........and i used to get irritated for reasons that i was tired and was sleepy.......
today when i am alone and look at the ceiling ........
i miss those giggles.....
my eyes just stare the door at 10:30 but she dosent come home any more.....
but still i keep waiting.....
i miss the way i used to stel your earing in the mrning and put them back in the evening.....
i miss the careless behaviour that i am not the elder one at home......
i miss your phone and the enhancement :p .....the way i used to listen to addicted to adonica....
i miss the non stop laughing sessions on the weekend.....
i miss your final judgement that you made in every small fight.....
i miss your cmments that you would give on my design plan......
i miss the begging sessions to borrow every thing of yours......
i miss hearing yours and santoshes conversation over the phone.....
i miss you.......
i miss you the most my dear most sister.....
now theres other family who get to hear the giggles in the nite other people who wait for you in the nite........may god give you all goodness in this world.........
love u loads
dimpy

my obsession with handwriting-the inside story...

write neatly .....
children write neatly, dirty hand writing will get it on their knuckles and i used to get them every time, but still i loved my handwriting. My primary teachers always insisted me not to join the the alphabets.....but i loved the cursive way so i followed it.......despite the bad handwriting remark every where i loved my handwriting. If i put my book at a certain angle my handwriting looked So beautiful although i couldn't read any thing so i loved it again. I guess i was in fifth standard when i was threatened to send to LKG because of my bad handwriting, it was only then that i gave a thought that may be i really had a bad handwriting so i accepted that but that really dint bother me as i was no great a student.
It was my intermediate college fest.....just to bunk one of my classes i participated in a calligraphy competition, i wrote and was so shy to submitt the entry but i dint have a choice so i submitted. I totaly forgot about it till one of my friends came to me and told that i won a second place in that. i was surprised.....well that should be an understatement.i cross checked the list till the lecturer personaly came and complimented me. i started admiring my handwriting yet again ......from then till date when i do the lettering for the prestigious NASA sheets of my college......i know its no big deal but for me yes it is a big deal...........even today even a kid comes and tells me that i have a good writing i feel so happy and just give a hearty smile in my heart........I am so obsessed about it.........

It’s my birthday
PARTY!!!!
I got my pocket money
PARTY!!!!
Hey U look good today
PARTY!!!!
New dress
PARTY!!!!
New shoes
PARTY!!!!
New cell
PARTY!!!!
I have a crush
PARTY!!!!
I am committed
PARTY!!!!
I broke up…L
PARTY!!!!
I am engaged
PARTY!!!!
I am getting married
PARTY!!!!
I got divorced
PARTY!!!!
India won the match
PARTY!!!!
India lost the match
PARTY!!!!
I lost weight
PARTY!!!!
Exam got cancelled
PARTY!!!!
Exam went well
PARTY!!!!
I passed the exam
PARTY!!!!
I flunked in the exam
PARTY!!!!
Its raining
PARTY!!!!
phew!!!...the world doesn't fall short of reasons to party....
party hard ..........
enjoy.........

a trip thats still alive.....

Auroville ….when ever I heard about this place there was something that pulled me towards it…..I Knew there was something magical about this place….I wanted to go there and I went there…..and with the best company I could wish for…my friends…our destination was auroville Gias garden where our accommodation was booked. I was more than excited. We took autos from pondicherry to Gias Gardens. The auto driver knew just one language i.e. Tamil …we knew four languages except for Tamil. We just went on and on we entered auroville it was so beautiful. I saw a direction board to gias garden but the auto driver dint ….i tried so hard to explain it to him but I failed miserably …finally we met a person in a gipsy and he was ready to take us to the destination it was a topless gipsy…..wow!!! What a ride it was, I could touch all the trees I just kept on jumping. Finally we reached the gias garden...oh!! my!! God!! I never saw any place so beautiful as gias garden. The owner of the house Mr. kireet who was British was gentle man of his kind. It looked like he put his heart and soul to make and maintain this guest house and we respected his dedication and took that extra care not to spoil it. Soon we got ready and were set to leave the guest house to explore auroville while rest of our classmates preferred to rest for a while…..we walked and walked to take bikes for rent and walked for about four kilometers and we enjoyed the walk totally, so fianly we have bikes in our hands…all that we could manage to get is TVs luna, spirit, and a scooty. The vehicles were in this weird condition driving them was a challenge in its own. While our other class mates failed to get bikes so we were kinda the studs among all….
He hah hah hah….
The three meters wide road with greenbelt on both the sides fog rolling up from the road.
Wooo….i can still remember the scene. Voila!! To add up to all this it rained. This was like icing on the cake. While everybody choose to stop and take shade we drove and were shouting out of joy…..
These are the moments when I feel man!! Life’s beautiful. I don’t mind struggling for days and get to see a day like this and at the end say life is beautiful. We just kept driving again after the unforgettable pasta and chocolate moose, but this time there was no destination we were just driving as if there was no end we drove till two thirty in the night. We also encountered ghost lols …ya when we were driving we would be in a group when ever we would find any bike missing we would wait for them and we waited it was almost like a jungle while the missing bike just reached, we just stopped and were talking, we heard this weird sound all of us almost skipped a heart beat we got really scared and al of us just ran away from that place. Heheheh I donno if it was a ghost but there was something. while we were still driving one of our vehicles got punctured because I was the lightest among all I had to do the honors of driving the punctured vehicle back hotel…..i drove it for about five kilometers …phew….. finally we reached the guest house and none of us were tired still thanks to archisyndrome(i.e. none of us sleep in the nights) It was drizzling and we went on to the terrace sitting on this really high table and taking shade in ninety centimeters cantilevered sunshade.
We choose to freeze….
Madness right ……
But that’s our definition for fun…….
Auroville was a place which was away from the chaos of city life a city full of hope….i donno when but at least after ten years I will come back till then miss u!!!

I know its too long a blog, but im sure if not any one sameera, vedika, maria, archana, mansi, anusha,ravi….you will love it…..thanks for being such a lovely company….
Luv u all…..

jokes can be injurious to health......

archana and her jokes....they suck...but still we laugh on them or end up beating her up for cracking such bad jokes....
reaction guarantee..
I donno from where does she picks them up from..oh ya according to sources her good old chinna naati friends and her tarnaka friends. Ok let me start now when ever she enters any place she waves her hand like a netaji, laughs for no reason and immedietly dresses her hair ....oh ya she is totaly obssessed about her hair she just loves them or may be hates them, but shes always behind them.
Getting back now to jus give hint about her jokes "sun ke torch aa".... We always fall into the same group when it comes to group assignments, we never know how the time just passes on all thanks to her jokes or il better call them "kullu jokes" as termed by my friend sameera. Once two of my friends and me were seriously workin on a project and we were all tensed up because things were not materializing ...then archana also happend to be in the scene but she was not a part of the team and her jokes satrt yet again....I was complaining it to one of my friend that the anti virus software is not running in my system, soon this lady with a bling on her face asks if something was wrong with its legs (anti virus's legs[:(]).....and guess what it was a joke and
we had to laugh....
Dont you think she sucks ...
let me tell you one more...the other day when we went to have lunch in the canteen she saw this "no admission" board on the kitchen door and this girl questions if there was no admission even with donation..........
well i can go and on....but you know what i still love her so keep cracking those jokes....:)

new night has come.....

New day has come….
Think again
New night has come….
Well people you have no idea how fresh I am during the night ….I just love them I never realized when my schedules turned upside down but ya it is a side effect of architecture, oh never mind I don’t it regret it though. when its just about time for the entire world (at least half of them now; thanks to the MNC culture) is all set to sleep I get fresh all active setting up my drawing table getting the right music on…searching on for my tiny stationary…well I have to mention this I believe that half of my life is wasted in search of thing. Never come straight away to me when I need them the most…..now getting back drawing table right!!! I am not so passionate about my drawing or may be I am forced to be passionate or I am passionate, well it’s all mixed reactions….
WATEVER!!!!
But I am stuck to the board ….doing what? Well good question …drafting obviously, well in my case its not…


Considering the schedule of 11pm-6am

3hrs- drafting
2hrs- dreaming, cribbing dancing etc etc….
1hr – orkutting

pls note: the 3 hrs for drafting is subjected to change definitely negative.

And to mention about my favorite time 3 am I just love when the clocks show 3 am. There is something very magical about it. I get very high at this time and of course how can I forget some lovely memories all that struck at this magical time. New years traffic jam at Mumbai, my first ever encounter with drunkards in my college during the councils meet man!! It was fun, late night walks in manipal, auroville guest house terrace rain cigarette…well the list just goes on and on….night are magical….i am sure most of u will agree.
Have rocking nights….
Love you all…
Cheers….
Deepti.