Sunday, December 21, 2008

The Genius in Indolence..

Now that it's all over, what did you really do yesterday that's worth mentioning?

Long time since I have written something, no that’s a lie, I just wrote my first end sems. Trust me they require a lot of creativity. Not because they have a motive to stimulate your gray cells, but because they function on the principle of flushing down facts your system and later puking them out on paper. I have never been used to that sort of mugging up and had to resort to my creativity to bail me out. God save the person correcting my papers, he or she will learn a lot of new theories and loads of ornamental English which I so hate to use. Hypocrisy is what I learnt during my first end sems. Hypocrisy because, I sat there deriving equations, having no clue about their meaning whatsoever. Partly my fault too, I could have sat down and tried to understand them. But the enormity of my syllabus dawned on me just before my ******* exams (I do not abuse, but I have feelings.) It wasn’t late to learn, you don’t need time for that. It was late to mug up. Too late. I had to learn how to mug up before that.

It seems the education system is too obsessed with churning out muggus. The cause seems to be lack of interest in learning and lack of faith in intelligence. Rote-learning maybe a boon to those who lack comprehensibility but have a dump yard of a brain, but it is breeding mediocrity. Mediocrity, it multiplies faster than rabbits, its multiplication is far more continuous and difficult to stop. When we finally grow up to make a life for ourselves, do we have to sit and derive equations? Aren’t they always readily available to us? Do we have to sit and prove things which have already been proved? I’d rather like a question where you are asked to justify or contradict something instead of puking the answer out.

Now don’t get me wrong, I do not say all this because I consider myself incredibly brilliant or something, it all boils down to the fact that I am inherently lazy. So on a personalized level it is a pain to sit and mug up stuff, it would be just so much easier if we learn or understand something and just put it to some use or to some argument. Don’t the teachers get bored reading the same proofs each and every time or the wrong versions of it? Somehow I’d like to ban rote-learning, it is good for parrots, it’s a torture for souls (read as lazy geniuses) like me and for the teachers. God, they mugged up this stuff when they were in college and to read it year after year!! Routine, Monotony are disorders according to me. They should be treated and the advertisers of rote learning need both help and a spanking.

As for me, I have decided that I’ll have to learn to inculcate this disorder in me for the next three and half years. It’ll save me the torture I went through in the past fifteen days, the torture of knowing that I might do badly in an exam because the questions and the required method bores me. Guess, you have to be part of the system before you change it. Don’t worry I am not just quoting. There is a lot of stuff I plan to do when I become the Prime Minister or something. We’ll talk about that the next time I get down to writing I guess. Till then go mug up stuff, or you will end up cribbing like me.

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Mission Accomplished

Mission Accomplished:

Yeah, back. Had an awesome Diwali i.e. Mission almost Impossible a success. Was finished in record time too, 1 hour 45 minutes to be approximately precise (I don’t really care whether it is a valid oxymoron, this is my blog).

Starting from the beginning, I woke up, at ten ;). After the usual censure, I began writing and chatting. Then, took a bath, helped a bit in decoration, went to city center (yet again), returned and… and….. began getting ready for the puja.

“Mummmmmyyyyyyyyy!!! Are you coming or not?? You do want your sari to stay the same I hope!” yippee!! Mum walks in, all confident, that she will make me wear a sari. Her confidence is shattered in less than 3 minutes. I didn’t know how to tuck in my sari, and when she tried I couldn’t stop giggling. Hey, it is tough you know, and, it tickles a lot. So the tucking was done, much to my mom’s frustration, my brothers giggles and a combination of both for me!!! Pleats. They look oh so pretty. Satan’s creation they are. Stupid pleats, they take more than a human effort to be done, and make you look fatter if not done perfectly. After one such imperfect attempt, I was so disgusted that I couldn’t help comment that I looked 5 months pregnant. Even mom agreed, and laughed, although she is usually very prudish when I speak this way. (“Azel, badi ho rahi ho, theek se baat kiya karo.” Ya right, “prim and proper” and me!! ) Anyways, after a few (few is relative!! Always relative!!)such luckless labors we settled for the ones which were so untidy that they made me slimmer. :) then the palla was done, that didn’t take much time. I practice it often with a dupatta, when I am in my self-absorbed moods and pose in front of my mirror. I actually wore it in a pseudo-bengali style. Nobody knew how it’s authentically done. So I stuck to my innovation. The look was completed with dramatic eyes. I read this phrase in cosmopolitan, looks nice and fashionable, so I used it. Black eyeliner, lots of kajal, nude lipstick completed the attire. Then mom’s traditional pearl set. Yeah, I had to wear jewelery, “Diwali hai beta, aaj toh pehen lo kam se kam.”

After all the sweat , my brother thinks that I am looking like a bengali banshee. Well, from my past experiences it is a sin for brothers to compliment you. So I took it even without a pinch of salt. I made a deal with him, you do my photo shoot, I do yours. (Although it sounded something like the famous Godfather dialogue, “You take care of me, I take care of you. You don’t take care of me. I take care of you.”) Aah, finally, the much awaited photo session begins. I posed, and posed and posed. In front of the maroon satin curtain, a back pose showing of my back :P, a pose where my hair framed my face like a halo… he he, I always wanted to describe myself that way…, a few dance poses, a pose with my head covered and well, a lot more.

Then we had our puja, went to a relatives place, burst crackers, ate our dinner and slept.

My Diwali was successful. At the cost of being repetitive I looked good. Mission almost Impossible was accomplished and in style. If I weren’t straight, I would have really turned me on yesterday. Anyways, now I am just waiting for my photos to be uploaded. Then I’ll spend some quality time gaping at me, and thank God for bestowing so much beauty on this Earth.

Acknowledgements:

# Thank you Mummy for bearing with me, trusting me with your sari and jewelery, for living with me 24x7, for loving me sooooooo much. Arre why am I getting so senti!!

# Thank you Shanky for being my permanent photographer.

# Thank you chachi for the beautiful rangoli you made, beside which I posed. :D

# Thank you Pali, for looking so cute.

# Thank you everyone else, because I don’t want to be rude.

Happy Diwali to all of you!!

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Diwali and Me, 2008

Diwali and Me, 2008

Happy Diwali to all of you!! I’ll be wearing a sari today and that is the highlight this year for me. Last year, Diwali was important because I had gotten a new haircut and a kurta from Biba, and the year before the highlight was the fact that I was making a rangoli. Bursting crackers has long since lost topmost position in my celebrations, although I’d like to clarify that I didn’t go much beyond phuljhadi, chakri, anaar, saanp, rang mashal and taar. Phew, I am shocked I know so many names…. :) Also, it’s been years since I wrote a nibandh/essay on Diwali. It used to be one of those nice, baby essays where I’d use long unpronounceable Hindi words and get the highest in class :)

Anyways, nowadays, Diwali means a very happy and busy day at home. I quite enjoy decorating our home, and later, myself. The day involves receiving messages/calls from kin and kind; I usually send them a day in advance to avoid the Diwali jammed networks! Also, messages aren’t free on holidays (Hey! At least I am honest :P).

So, coming back to where I started, I’ll be wearing a sari today. A traditional Bengali sari in silk, called Laar Paar Sada Sari, like the one in the song Dola Re. I had decided this almost a year ago, come on, I don’t get to wear a sari everyday :). Although my mom is not too excited about it, the reason being that dressing me up is quite an ordeal. I always feel, perfection cannot be improved :P. Actually, coming back to earth, wearing a sari is tough. And making me wear one, will be Mission almost Impossible. Almost because, I will not give up. A beautiful sari, a long photo session and lots of smugness await me :D.

Actually, I am really excited now, dressing up is quite an intoxicating affair, so I’ll update you later with the events of today and the success of Mission almost Impossible. Also, it’s 10:53 am and I haven’t taken a bath yet, much to my mom’s disapproval. So I’ll come back later. Hope you all have a very happy and safe Diwali or, lets say a Huha Diwali, I learnt this just now. :)

p.s.:-

1. Stay under the prescribed decibel level.

2. Try bursting only crackers. Atom bombs, nuclear bombs and the works are not for Diwali. They are not for any occasion actually. :P

3. Call me, do not wait for me to call you. ( meant for only those people with whom I speak on the phone)

4. If by any chance you happen to see me in my sari, do not hesitate to compliment me. I understand, such beauty is truly rare, and deserves its credit.

5. Have fun, take care. Have an awesome Diwali and a very prosperous new year.