My favourite song from the movie. It blows me out.
Nayan Tarse
Nayan Tarse
Taras Na Mile
Nayan Tarse
Nayan Tarse
Nayan Tarse
Dono Se Bahe Dhaar
Nayan Tarse
Haare Yeh
Path Nihar
Nayan Tarse Tarse Tarse Re
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Biraha Mein jal jal
Pal Woh Gaye Badal
Swaha Swaha swaha Hey Hey Hey Hey
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Sunahre Yeh Din
Kaali Raat Mein Gaye Dhal
Raama Raama Raama Raama Re
Saawan Barse Saawan Barse
Tapish Ki Phuhaar
Sawaan Barse
Saawan Barse Saawan Barse
Chubhan De Hazaar
Sawaan Barse
Gaali Si Lage Malhaar
Sawaan Barse Barse Barse Re
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Biraha Mein Jal Jal
Pal Woh Gaye Badal
Swaha Swaha swaha Hey Hey Hey Hey
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Bisar Gaye Bisar Gaye Kitne
Sunahre Yeh Din
Kaali Raat Mein Gaye Dhal
Raama Raama Raama Raama Re
Friday, August 21, 2009
Are you going to a Wedding?
Going to weddings is one of the most toughest things to do- for me at least. It's like going to the battle without any arms and ammunition. The most dreaded things are
1) Aunties and Uncles pop over to you and ask ' Did you recognise me?' I have now decided just to grin and bob my head stupidly next time someone asks me this at a wedding. Maybe they'll get dazzled by my smile and forget their question.
2) Aunties and Uncles pop over and exclaim, "My God, how big you have become!" Well what do they expect? Am I supposed to remain 3 feet tall for the rest of my life? Babalog please try to understand, I'm a growing girl :)
3) When photographer gets set to click your picture the troublesome hair just then decides to lash up across your face and you are the only one looking like the evil witch.
4) The cameraman always ends up shooting when you are in embarrassing positions like picking your teeth, dropping food, piling your plate high with food or worse still-picking your nose. Shoot him for Goodness sake.
5) And then there are some dorks who will stare and smile at you from afar just waiting for a chance to hit on you. This is very very sleazy.
6) The restless aunties who can't seem to keep their mouths shut and will keep biting your ear off until you reciprocate in kind and then only to realise that you haven't an inkling as to who the auntie was in the 1st place. Feels undeniably goofy.
7) Having embarrassed myself with one auntie a couple of times I sincerely wished to avoid her the next time I saw her. I begged my sister out of desperation to pretend to be me. Thankfully the auntie didn't mention the incident, just greeted and passed on. Whew.
The 1st incident took place 6 years ago- Someone had called home and I had the misfortune to answer the phone. She asked to speak to my mother and I didn't bother asking the person on the phone who it was and I rudely said wrong number, mum doesn't want to speak to anyone and banged the phone down. A week later the same lady called up my mum and she turned put to be the AUNTY. What ensued was so not very good.
The 2nd incident took place 9 months ago. Auntie called asking to speak to my mother. But unfortunately for me, my mum was at her workplace. I told the auntie so. Then feeling that it would be polite on my part to make some polite conversation, I casually asked her, "How is Uncle?"
Auntie just paused for what seemed like an eternity and then heavily answered, " It's been 4 years since Uncle left this world beta." Oh shoot, I could have bitten my tongue right there and then. I apologised as sloppily as I could and kept the phone and went and fumed in my bed. How could I have asked such a question? When I told mum about this she was ready to whip me and my sister actually rolled on the floor laughing.
Now henceforth, I have decided to steer clear of this particular Auntie. It's dangerous territory.
Any ways coming back to the point-I like weddings, I love the people who are getting married, I love dressing up and going for weddings. I don't like what happens to me at weddings.
1) Aunties and Uncles pop over to you and ask ' Did you recognise me?' I have now decided just to grin and bob my head stupidly next time someone asks me this at a wedding. Maybe they'll get dazzled by my smile and forget their question.
2) Aunties and Uncles pop over and exclaim, "My God, how big you have become!" Well what do they expect? Am I supposed to remain 3 feet tall for the rest of my life? Babalog please try to understand, I'm a growing girl :)
3) When photographer gets set to click your picture the troublesome hair just then decides to lash up across your face and you are the only one looking like the evil witch.
4) The cameraman always ends up shooting when you are in embarrassing positions like picking your teeth, dropping food, piling your plate high with food or worse still-picking your nose. Shoot him for Goodness sake.
5) And then there are some dorks who will stare and smile at you from afar just waiting for a chance to hit on you. This is very very sleazy.
6) The restless aunties who can't seem to keep their mouths shut and will keep biting your ear off until you reciprocate in kind and then only to realise that you haven't an inkling as to who the auntie was in the 1st place. Feels undeniably goofy.
7) Having embarrassed myself with one auntie a couple of times I sincerely wished to avoid her the next time I saw her. I begged my sister out of desperation to pretend to be me. Thankfully the auntie didn't mention the incident, just greeted and passed on. Whew.
The 1st incident took place 6 years ago- Someone had called home and I had the misfortune to answer the phone. She asked to speak to my mother and I didn't bother asking the person on the phone who it was and I rudely said wrong number, mum doesn't want to speak to anyone and banged the phone down. A week later the same lady called up my mum and she turned put to be the AUNTY. What ensued was so not very good.
The 2nd incident took place 9 months ago. Auntie called asking to speak to my mother. But unfortunately for me, my mum was at her workplace. I told the auntie so. Then feeling that it would be polite on my part to make some polite conversation, I casually asked her, "How is Uncle?"
Auntie just paused for what seemed like an eternity and then heavily answered, " It's been 4 years since Uncle left this world beta." Oh shoot, I could have bitten my tongue right there and then. I apologised as sloppily as I could and kept the phone and went and fumed in my bed. How could I have asked such a question? When I told mum about this she was ready to whip me and my sister actually rolled on the floor laughing.
Now henceforth, I have decided to steer clear of this particular Auntie. It's dangerous territory.
Any ways coming back to the point-I like weddings, I love the people who are getting married, I love dressing up and going for weddings. I don't like what happens to me at weddings.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Pune Not Good
The holidays have come at a very inconvenient time. University had just begun and we were finally settling in with the schedule and within 3 weeks time Swine Flu struck and vacations were declared. Pune has come to a virtual stand-still. The entire student crowd is cooped up at home. The roads were a dismal and dull look. And the handful who are brave enough to step out have the green masks tied firmly around their faces. Everyone is frightened. The kids in my apartment don't go down to play anymore- the reason being one positive case among them.
And the gloominess coupled with the water cut that the city is once again facing. The prospects don't look very bright on the cards. The rains are heavy and intermittent but there is no rainfall in the catchment areas. The water levels in the dams continue to dip dip dip. Now the PMC decides that the time is ripe to dig 350 bore-wells. That's how much the city needs.
People are storing water in tanks and now a new demon is raising it's ugly head- Dengue. The stored water is becoming a perfect place for mosquitoes to breed.
People are dying everyday, the numbers are climbing, the clock is ticking.
What is going to happen next?
And the gloominess coupled with the water cut that the city is once again facing. The prospects don't look very bright on the cards. The rains are heavy and intermittent but there is no rainfall in the catchment areas. The water levels in the dams continue to dip dip dip. Now the PMC decides that the time is ripe to dig 350 bore-wells. That's how much the city needs.
People are storing water in tanks and now a new demon is raising it's ugly head- Dengue. The stored water is becoming a perfect place for mosquitoes to breed.
People are dying everyday, the numbers are climbing, the clock is ticking.
What is going to happen next?
Sunday, August 2, 2009
La langue française
Yesterday I got a chance to better my French-speaking skills. 4 students from France have joined my department for 6 months as part of an exchange program. We got talking and I made a pact with Audrey-She would help me practice La langue française if I taught her Hindi.
After our lectures got over we spent time in the canteen where a couple of them were treated with idli-sambhar. They ate it with quite some relish and le fil kept wanting to talk about cars. On returning back to our department, ma classe de française started in earnest. Audrey kept throwing les questions at me. It took me a very very long time to get used to her accent and her speed. The French are known to speak rapidly and I had to keep begging her to speak lentement. I was listening and speaking French after nearly 3 months and all les conjugaisons des verbes had taken leave from my mind and for my life I couldn't remember le mot pour 'forget'.
Later I redeemed myself by impressing Audrey by with my knowledge about l'histoire et la geographie de la France.
When it came my turn to teach Audrey Hindi, she proved quite adept at picking it up. I taught her numbers, how to bargain by saying 'Kya bhaiya, kitna mehenga hai!'. And in the meanwhile Tomas was conducting his French lesson for the boys of our class. It was a sight to watch the boys learn how to say 'Au Revoir'. He was teaching them how to pronounce 'Revoir' and in the end all the managed to say is 'Oh Rava'.
And this is what I said when Eric and Americk asked me whether I prefer German or French.
"Je pense que la launge est trés romantique et belle. Je l'aime beaucoup." They were delighted and Tomas started at the word 'romantique'. Bien sûr, il est un fil méchant!!!
After our lectures got over we spent time in the canteen where a couple of them were treated with idli-sambhar. They ate it with quite some relish and le fil kept wanting to talk about cars. On returning back to our department, ma classe de française started in earnest. Audrey kept throwing les questions at me. It took me a very very long time to get used to her accent and her speed. The French are known to speak rapidly and I had to keep begging her to speak lentement. I was listening and speaking French after nearly 3 months and all les conjugaisons des verbes had taken leave from my mind and for my life I couldn't remember le mot pour 'forget'.
Later I redeemed myself by impressing Audrey by with my knowledge about l'histoire et la geographie de la France.
When it came my turn to teach Audrey Hindi, she proved quite adept at picking it up. I taught her numbers, how to bargain by saying 'Kya bhaiya, kitna mehenga hai!'. And in the meanwhile Tomas was conducting his French lesson for the boys of our class. It was a sight to watch the boys learn how to say 'Au Revoir'. He was teaching them how to pronounce 'Revoir' and in the end all the managed to say is 'Oh Rava'.
And this is what I said when Eric and Americk asked me whether I prefer German or French.
"Je pense que la launge est trés romantique et belle. Je l'aime beaucoup." They were delighted and Tomas started at the word 'romantique'. Bien sûr, il est un fil méchant!!!
Lectures in University
At last a new month began today. The couple of days at University have been absolutely terrific. The lectures are getting all the more interesting with each progressing class. Having never studied Geosciences and Atmospheric Sciences, these subjects are now sharing space with Microbiology as my favourite subjects. I never dreamed that rocks could throw so much light on Earth's historical mysteries and I'm glad of this new-found fascination.
Sir makes us scratch our head with the clever questions he puts to us with a well-placed itch. We grope around with the clues and just about solve his riddle. Everybody ends us being pleased with themselves. After 3 years I am being taught like this. As one of my class-mates put it perfectly-it's akin to listening to stories by our grandparents. Most of the lecturers are aged but with bucketful youthful enthusiasm and with every passing minute I'm totally captivated and hooked.
Then another professor linked Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland, the hat makers, the mercury spill in Japan and thus the Minamata Disease. It was ooh-la-la worthy.
This has been the first time that I have not looked forward to the end of the lecture but the commencement of a new lecture. The eagerness grows everday.
Sir makes us scratch our head with the clever questions he puts to us with a well-placed itch. We grope around with the clues and just about solve his riddle. Everybody ends us being pleased with themselves. After 3 years I am being taught like this. As one of my class-mates put it perfectly-it's akin to listening to stories by our grandparents. Most of the lecturers are aged but with bucketful youthful enthusiasm and with every passing minute I'm totally captivated and hooked.
Then another professor linked Mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland, the hat makers, the mercury spill in Japan and thus the Minamata Disease. It was ooh-la-la worthy.
This has been the first time that I have not looked forward to the end of the lecture but the commencement of a new lecture. The eagerness grows everday.
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