Yooohoooo…any jobs out there?

Posted: January 5, 2010 in Uncategorized

First Name:  ******

Last Name:  ****

Technical Knowledge: ???

ahhhhhhhhhhh…..this is the part I hate on my resume… and a new and shiny resume it is. A resume as yet untouched by experience and unblemished by even a completed degree. I try…

The thing about facing on-campus interviews though, with a pure-as-driven-snow resume is  that technical knowledge is like pre-recession real estate…its literally gold…feel like such an anti-donald trump right now…

anyhooooooooo….gtg… need to brush up on the afore-mentioned…

toodles..

I’m going through this huge and painful writers’ block and i find that very hard to process. I mean, i’m fine with the block. Normal. Lots of people get that mental block when they set out to accomplish tedious i-hate-you jobs, but what’s with the writers’ block i’m going through?? I like to write and it’s not that i’m overdoing it either. Not your typical a-book-a-day prolific writer.

Anyway, more about that later. First off, there have been major forces (read examinations) in my life that have conspired against me getting a wax, a hair cut or anything else that might make me look even remotely presentable. I grimace each time I face the mirror these days and its hard not to notice cold looks. COLD. and disgusted.

What other poem is there?

Posted: November 30, 2009 in Uncategorized

“A poem is trapped inside me.
Metaphors catch at my lips,
words hover like butterflies
never settling on paper.
I have sat for hours writing your name on a blank page.
Only your name is beautiful. What other poem is there? ”

 

-Gulzar

A most exquisite piece of writing. Originally in urdu,  I got the translation over here. When Shruti first showed it to me, I was all speechless silence and my-heart-just-missed-a-beat types…

In Between

(Alev Tekinay)

Every day I pack my suitcase
and then I unpack it again.

In the morning, when I wake up,
I plan my return,
but by midday I get more used
to Germany.

And every day I travel
two thousand kilometres
by my imaginary train
there and back,
undecided between
the wardrobe
and the suitcase,
and in between
is my world.

translated from german. I copied and pasted that from here.

I GRE’d the other day

Posted: October 31, 2009 in Uncategorized

tan-feetYep, I wrote the GRE the other day…and now I’m trawling the internet looking for like-minded(read like-score-ed) souls…

Also, the sun has taken a liking to me these days and seems to follow me around a lot with the effect that I now have a watch band on my wrist and my feet look like i’m wearing white strapped sandals all.the.time.

Sh is really busy with her project and is basically on ignore-everyone mode. Tj and Vr were really sweet and came down and hugged me today cos they said they were missing me but then promptly turned around and left… Not a good time for friends all around. (except for Sz. Always Sz.)

Pulsating Fireball

Posted: August 31, 2009 in my life
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“You know, she’s the most brilliant student I have ever taught. She’s  ahead of everyone in the class.” said the 6th grade math teacher.

And it made me burn inside that it wasn’t me but Her. If I beamed at Her after that, then it was only concealed malice. And when She threw her head back and laughed her full bellied, eyes scrunched, teeth bared, red cheeks laughter at one of my jokes it made me glow inside that I’de finally made the smartest person in class laugh at one of my jokes. There, the joy was mine. And it surprised me every time she cracked up that I was the one making her do that. The laughter hers, the joy mine.

And it was in her friendship that I found what it meant to be so jealous it made my insides ache with a molten fury and yet what it meant to have a friend who you could have plain fun with. The balance so tight. Only for me. She probably never guessed that I wanted to get the top grades, that I wanted the prizes and awards and certificates and medals that made her so shiny.

The self realization has come now. I know my basic nature now. I have always been a deeply jealous person..a jealousy directed at anyone that does better than me, so deep it makes me feel I have a pulsating fireball inside. And when not directed outwards, directed inwards releasing a kind of supressed energy that drags me down…guilt for my jealousy.

But those were the early days and I was jealous of not just the smartest person in class, but also the one person who would spend hours with me on the phone, the one person with who I’d share all those books we’d read and all those movies we’d watched, crushing together and then despising together.

Neha is gone now. Dead. I say her name now, out loud, not because there’s no person who’s privacy to protect but because my mind refuses to let go of the only label it has to all those memories I hold of those days. And that her name has now, in my mind, become synonymous with learning and self-realization and… perhaps, self-forgivness?

I still miss you, Neha.

My best friend from 6th grade.

The burberry

Posted: August 31, 2009 in my life, random
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Burberry-ina!I have..(smug smug expression)… a brand new, original burberry wallet. hah! beat that!
And I have an aunt who loves me so much she gets me these things. hahah!
Am I lucky or what?

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and it looks something like this…and it’s really close to my heart and I want to tuck it under my pillow and sleep every night…well, you get the point..

One of those…

Posted: August 24, 2009 in my life, random
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Of the non-prose variety…The class was especially boring.. and we’d just watched an especially touching episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S… what else were we supposed to do…anyway go ahead read it..

One of those

Momma told me I was gonna get one of those;
She told me I was gonna be one of those;
They’re called friends…
She told me I’de walk up the street some day
And not see her but walk straight up to one of those
They’re called friends…

Oh and when I scraped my knee
up the stairs of your place;
And when you bruised your shin
from the cycle at my place;
We both didn’t know, we were bearing marks of our bond…

Oh and our sweaty hands clasping;
our shoeless feet dangling;
The sunlight felt brighter;
those days somehow warmer;
I never knew that all that time we were setting aside a place in our hearts…

See, momma was right.. you were one of those…

Momma told me I was gonna meet one of those;
She told me I’d leave behind some of those;

She told me I’d walk up the street someday
And see them there but walk past anyway;

See, Momma was right…You were one of those…

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man…we felt sooo soppy later, all goose-bumpy and huggy… Tj, Vr, Ys, Vn, Sz, Sh and me…all of us like that..