I was updating my resume recently and after a bit of counting on my fingers, I noted down a total experience of 8.3 years. I felt kind of low the rest of the day, for apparently no reason and then it hit me. My college years were far, far behind me; I was not quite young anymore; I was, gulp, middle
My new, bright green, silicon cupcake molds stared at me every time I entered the kitchen. There were a 100 cakes I wanted to bake, but all of them used egg. While I have no qualms about eating cakes with egg in them during Lent, the thought of actually baking them made me slightly uneasy. And I wa
The 6th semester at college was a very trying period for me. We had to undergo Software Engineering, which was the most boring subject ever. So boring that Biju Sir resorted to stories about his IT industry, Pennu Kaanal and marriage experiences to keep us awake in class. Even worse was Digital Signal Processing, easily the toughest subject in the entire course. The DSP professors soporific drone that didn’t manage to get past the first row of students (I sat right at the back) along with his face as expressionless as Katrina Kaif’s didn’t make things any easier. And it was our mini project semester. I teamed up with three of my friends to execute the project and it was an uphill climb right from the beginning, a hill no lesser than the mighty Everest that was determined to impose upon us the worst of everything it was capable of.
The last few hours before our presentation were the craziest hours of my life. We were chosen as the first team to present our work (no surprise there), we g
During my college years, my friends maintained what they called a “Desp Calendar” in their hostel room. They were 6 people crammed into a single room – a big, hot and dirty room according to my friend smi. A single sad/desp(erate)/irritated person (again borrowing smi’s words) rubbed everyone the wrong way, effectively resulting in a lot of grumpy ladies cramped together. (I think we mastered the art of snapping right there, in that room.) This could have become a serious issue because at least one person had reason to be down every day – with bad hostel food, exams that happened too often, occasional bouts of home sickness, alarmingly large piles of pending laundry etc.
So someone came up with this ingenious idea of writing down every one’s names against each day of the calendar, and marking a “desp” person with a happy smiley. Once a week or so, the others were to treat the desp person(s) at the restaurant or juice shop. Though I am unsure how many of these treats actually happened (
“There is in every true woman’s heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity.”
I believe that a woman, a regular middle class woman, shoulders a lot more responsibility than her male counterpart. And she shoulders it really well, in a way that no man is capable of. I believe that behind the success of every person, there is a woman, who gave selflessly and without limits and that it is important to show these women your appreciation once in a while. Though women have proved themselves over and over again, so many people in our country think that they are not entitled to the same rights and freedom as men. Unfortunate !
I am glad that god chose me to be a woman, and fortunately, I was given equal opportunities as my brother. (Though I may not have utilized these opportunities as well as he did). Anyhow, I think the occasion calls for a celebration, and what better way to c
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