In the loving memory of.......me!!!

The following piece of poetry was left behind by Miss. Rutuja when she was suffering from a severe case of 'Chronic Boredomania'. It was during her Pharmacology lecture that she began to suffer from pangs of this disorder and could endure the pain no more. Readers should be proud to know that she fought hard and died as a martyr on the last bench of her class (yes, she died as a true LLB = Lady of the Last Bench). The following piece are her last recorded jottings, with which she honours all her predecessors, who died waiting for the lecture to get over. She is survived by family n friends and yes, an 'udhaari' of Rs. 12/- at Munna Canteen( loved ones, kindly take care of that).
Kindly pay your condolensces at the comment box.

Antacids, antiemetics, purgatives,
Have now become my pet peeves.
She blabbers on....& I suffer in pain,
Any efforts to stop her, are lost in vain.

"Chronic Hyperboredomania" is my case,
Counting my last days, before I leave this place.
A last-stage patient I'm, have some pity,
Cancel this lecture & take me to 'Starcity'.

A dying person's last wish, fulfill!
Free me from bondage or own up my kill.
A martyr she died, you can later cite...
And on my tombstone, please do write...
"A kindred soul, who died waiting for the lecture to cease,
may her soul, now rest in peace".

After my demise, in my honour, friends,
Bunk a lecture, go for a movie in trends.
And remember thy friend without a scorn.
Shed a tear while munching popcorn.

Define "Happiness".

How does one define happiness?
Its an abstract feeling of well-being, content, satisfaction .....but no...all these words fail to express the real feeling.
so here's a try to illustrate the concept of happiness with a few examples..

1)A mother bathing her baby.
2)A child building sand castles.
3)A doctor who just finished a critical operation and saved a life.
4)An artist whistling on a job well done.
5)A mother watching her son graduate with honours, under all odds.
6)A father watching his daughter 'getting' happily married.
7)A father watching his daughter 'being' happily married.
8)A teacher admiring his students achieve such heights, he never dreamt they would.
9)A boss smiling on a job well done by his protege.
10)A beautiful bride, in presence of all loved ones, about to say, "I do", to the man of her heart and her dreams.

You will find that money, power, possesion play no role in any of the above instances!!

A day in the life of india...

Every morning we let into our homes a crap worth 4 rupees.

It not only pollutes our homes but also our minds and to some extent even our thinking!

It's called the times of India.

"It's just a damn newspaper!"...you would say,

"NO...it's a way of life, it's a culture".

It peeps into our homes in the wee hours of the morning and soon becomes an integral part of our lives.

Now you would ask, "What is your problem, Rutuja??"

Well,here's my answer..."Aren't newspapers supposed to be mirrors of the world, reflecting the happenings of your world and beyond, keeping a neutral and unbiased proposition with a touch of humanity?"

Well then if my definition is correct, then the TOI is certainly not that!

It doesnt start with headlines of the day..but with an ad just below the TOI logo. This is just the beginning of their money-minded attitude. The news are modified to suit the tastes of elitist society. Just when you thought that oil-for-food was the biggest scam of the year orchestrated by "highly respected" certain Singh,it was nicely shoven from the front pages to 'hardly-ever-read' backpages of the daily.And the biggest joke of the year was a word to word analysis of medical report of the BIG B !! We certainly did not need that! especially when we were still recovering from the shocks and gasps of 100 crore scam that Mr.Singh gifted us.

I have seriously began to doubt my knowledge in the queen's language as i cannot find words to describe what i feel about the TOI supplement-BOMBAY TIMES.

Do we, the middle class, really need the daily dose of page 3 culture? the hugs and air kisses?? the sight of skimpily-clad elitists getting drunk and all high??? the fashion and false eyelashes????

I am sure that many teenagers today will face a problem recognising Sudha Murthy but will closely follow the fashion tips by one Mrs. Parmeshwar Godrej!

Once i committed the heinous crime of reading the heading of a strip called "Dr. Mojo". Thank god my conscience prevented me from reading any further!!

Its time we answer these questions ourselves. Who are our role models? Who are the people we look upto? Its for us to decide and to each his own!

By the way.... I really loved, "A day in the life of india...Times of India" ads...quite heart-touching! but so unlike the actual thing!

But you know what?? I'm stuck like dope, on this thing called hope.

So, my new year's gonna begin with "The Hindustan Times".

Happy new year to all!

And Happy reading too!!

What is it that i fear the most?

Hi!just had this incessant urge to talk to some one but all my so-called good friends are busy with no time for me. So I am doing the next best possible thing
Q: What is the root cause of sorrow?
A: Desire
Sahi jawab!!!!…aur aap jeete hain…..well nothing ….not even a teeny meeny amount of respect because he said it was a mugged answer.

WHAT IS IT THAT I FEAR THE MOST?

CB asked this question and got me thinking…loss of loved ones, failed dreams, fear of the unknown.
Did you ever want some thing bad enough to risk everything…just to realize you would never get it?
Well you can say that atleast you tried and its better to try and fail than never to have tried at all…..but deep inside, your heart still burns for it and you pray for one little chance to have that feeling... of how it feels to have it.

What happens when your dreams don’t come true?
Do you stop dreaming? No of course not!…but some where down the line you stop believing in them. You stop believing even in the possibility of them coming to life. Happens to all…right?

“Lehron ke saath to koi bhi tair leta hain,
Par asli insaan who hai jo lehron ko cheer kar aage badhta hain”
Sounds more like the definition of Mosses crossing the red sea than a common man trying to dodge the puddles on the road.
So coming back to the question. I fear loneliness, failure or rather loneliness that follows a major failure. Trust me, I have an authority on this one. It’s like “been there, done that, slept through most of it” kinda situation…and quite literally too!! Someone once said to me “Success has many fathers, but failure is an orphan.” And it struck me like a bolt! I don’t want to be orphaned even though it means having those people around who are just ‘sukh ke saathi’ and ‘dukh me koi nahi’! One would ask, “why do you want those people who you know are not gonna be there when you need them?” And I would say, “because it feels good to be loved that’s why.” Lame, I know, but that’s me.