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This is a place where I house my feelings, plea a change, stock my frustration,sprinkle my love, barf my complaints and live my frenzy .This decision of my alter life here, is something I’ll cherish for lifetime . 2 years and it’s like a small wonder world of people who are just the another you!Being an IT student and an admirer of art,you'll witness frequent changes in this space.;) Welcome to my world folks! :)

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

TPODG : The (Present) Love of My Life!

Ohh These Books!Which never ditch you,which never leave you.Which never hate you,never compel you to love them.But,there comes a time in every reader's life where she falls in love.In love not with the surrounding wooden closets and nor with the velvet cushions,but,with the author,with the characters,with the beautiful scribbled lines.Here are a few lines from the book "The Picture of Dorian Gray",a few uttered by the characters and few in the imagination of the author.
You are bound to love Oscar and his writings! :)                     

  • When I like people immensely, I never tell their names to any one. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

  • Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul.

  • But we never get back our youth. The pulse of joy that beats in us at twenty becomes sluggish. Our limbs fail, our senses rot. We degenerate into hideous puppets, haunted by the memory of the passions of which we were too much afraid, and the exquisite temptations that we had not the courage to yield to. Youth! Youth! There is absolutely nothing in the world but youth!

  • I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day--mock me horribly!

  • I want to make Romeo jealous. I want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. I want a breath of our passion to stir the dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.

  • Ordinary people waited till life disclosed to them its secrets, but to the few, to the elect, the mysteries of life were revealed before the veil was drawn away. Sometimes this was the effect of art, and chiefly of the art of literature, which dealt immediately with the passions and the intellect. But now and then a complex personality took the place and assumed the office of art, was indeed, in its way, a real work of art, life having its elaborate masterpieces, just as poetry has, or sculpture, or painting.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

We choose friendship.We choose life.

"We enter the world alone, and we leave it alone. And everything that happens in between, we owe it to ourselves to find a little company. We need help. We need support. Otherwise we're in it by ourselves. Strangers. Cut off from each other. And we forget just how connected we all are. So instead, we choose love. (We choose friendship).We choose life. And for a moment we feel just a little bit less alone."

[Season 5 Ep. 10 Grey's Anatomy "All By Myself"]

This post is dedicated to my friend of past 21 years.A friend who shares the same society as mine.A friend with whom I've had the worst fights and the best memories!A friend with whom I have the full liberty of behaving in the most childish way.My 24*7 Gossiping partner! :)

She's about to begin her career.She's the first in her family to break the age-old norms of the society she  originally belongs to.She's the first one to graduate,plus,holder of a post-graduate degree.She's an example setter.

I wish you all the very best Tina!
We used to exchange cards in our childhood during our birthdays.We used to hide them in the cycle-baskets so that the other one could check out the funny drawings and those special  wishes before heading to schools in what we used to call as "free-dress"(Birthday dress actually)!Below is a card I made for her.A congratulations card!Tomorrow morning is going to be a surprise for her :)

Friday, March 21, 2014

Orangey Fanta Times: Such moments seldom knock your door !

13th March 2013:

(Yes, it was my birthday! :P )
I and my junior from another department were selected for the anchoring speech which was to be delivered on the occasion of the Annual Sports Meet of our University. We were told this was going to be in the presence of all the directors of major institutes of our university. Two days it took to get our speech prepared, all because of the hectic college schedule we have.Fianlly the day! What’s more exciting than such an exciting start to your special day? All the Hindi verses in between, the Thankyou notes, the silly expressions. Everything was a fun. Finally when we were about to leave, while we were climbing down the staircases of the huge stage, the chief guest-a NCC Group Commander chief rose from his seat and came to us, gave us a firm handshake and said “ Bahot acha bola baccho”.
My God! Such a gentleman’s gesture.Otherwise, when have you seen the chief-guest himself coming to you and praising your work? J

20th March 2013 :

Wipro comes to our college to brief us about the opportunities galore you have as an Entrepreneur  and how Wipro promotes all its employees to follow their passion.
Well, they had other intentions too. They had come to select two individuals from the campus who would serve as a face of Wipro for the college .I guess, we were 400+ students seated in an auditorium. They briefed us about all the stuffs and then as a preliminary test asked each one of us to write down three paragraphs –one describing ourselves, one describing our leadership qualities and yet another explain why we are fit for the position.I  wrote all three.I shouldn’t add effortlessly. For I had contents to mention in the second and the third section. But writing about yourself, is something, I’ve always found difficult.

They were going to announce the results after 60minutes.Followed by the lunch break, we had the declaration of the results.14 was the number of people they had selected and ahoy! I was one among them. Among 14 from 400! 

Next round was a vote-appeal round. My goodness. Convincing people you are the best is not an easy job,atleast for me.Somehow,I got ready, prepared myself mentally(It’s not easy to face 400 people instantaneously!) and then the “Yess,I Can”  feeling.Thats what all you need at the end-before the start! J
It was breath-taking to be facing that crowd. A little shivering, loud bold voice-everything. Precious moments these are!

Although couldn’t make it to the top two learnt three important lessons of life(Yet again?)

1st Never be afraid of trying out something new. Never underrate yourself.You are,too, a god’s creation like the rest and be assured that God cannot be biased.

2nd : There will always be people who’ll hate you because you’ve won. Love them. They say, people you love stay in your hearts and minds. Let them occupy those positions. They will keep on reminding you what you gotta achieve. These people will make you a lot stronger!

3rd : Your true friends are those, who’ll not appreciate you speech there, but the effort you had put in behind delivering that. Not the end result, but your preparation.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

On The Road..

I commute daily to college via auto-rickshaws. It’s so beautiful travelling on the marvelous roads of Gujarat with the serene morning wind blowing and flirting with your hair each time. And over that, if you have a PG Wodehouse accompanying you, you feel you’re the happiest and the most stress-free person alive on the planet. Just as you’re creating your own magical land for the next 10-15 minutes,the autowaala  spits on those beautiful roads making you realize “It’s no fairy-tale” girl!

So annoying this is! 

Sunday, March 9, 2014

20 ---> 21

First of all, a Happy Women’s Day to all the bold and beautiful out there. 

4 more days and I would turn 21! (Yes, I’m not faking it! I fail to understand why women shy away from admitting their age. Aren't they proud enough of all the wrinkles each one wrapping a unique learning experience?)Whatever it may be, but the fact stays that one more year passed by leaving with me a draped box of experiences, emotions, success and failures nicely ribboned with love, care ,maturity and learning.
  •  20th birthday started off with some wonderful surprises! A birthday similar to what a 2 year old female kid would expect. A princess like experience with a beautiful crown, HAPPY BIRTHDAY stickers on my wall and the yummy Dutch Truffle!
  •  In May, I had my first teaching experience at LES, SXSSS.The super amazing and such lovely innocent kids. The way they used to address me as ‘Pooja Teacher’ and hang around me narrating their school stories. Only one word defines my experience there-‘Unique’. I ended my teaching demanding a promise from my kids that no matter how the circumstances would shape in the near future, they’ll continue studies.   
  •  Completed a year of travelling in the public transports. Has made me a lot stronger and much more alert.(So much so that some from my class have nicknamed me “Jhasi Ki Rani” and I LOVE IT)
  • Getting selected for a group discussion in the ILEADINDIA contest as a semifinalist in regionals and being judged by none other than the TOI Editors! Awesome na?
  • Being judged by people! Proved that I’m strong enough to raise in front of the entire class and address the mass in general that “It doesn’t make a difference. You are making me stronger! Thankyou!”.Believe me, letting people know that they’ve hurt you somewhere deep down is one of the ways of feeling lighter rather than shutting off that window forever.
  • Lost my best friend’s grandma. She was very close to my heart addressing me as her own grand-child. She holds a special place in my heart for her kindness, her struggle and the courage stories and her love and warmth. The last time, I went to meet her, she already had symptoms of amnesia but somehow recognized me..That meant a lot to me.
  • Won the first prize for the first time in an event held at my college. Web designing. Followed by three more. That ecstasy and joy! If you feel it’s a li’l thing to be mentioned here, you’re welcome to participate in my college’s events.
  • Vaudeville-The Annual Cult fest of our college and I was a participant in the drama event .Praised by the judges who belonged to the Mumbai theater fraternity.So much so that they even asked the three of was to contact him if anytime in future we decide to pursue a career in theaters.Impressive isn't it?
  •  Got addicted to the impressive Mahabharata-a television show dramatizing the longest Indian epic. So much that nobody is allowed to speak during 8:30 to 9:00 at my home. A period of complete silence.
  •   Missed a staircase and slipped for the first time. Just a bloated foot.:)
  •  Cook.Cook.Cook.They say, manage your home for a day before you turn 21.Manage everything from start to end. I can proudly say, I did that for more than a month during two separate periods.Definately,lead to growth and independence + a li’l expertise in bargaining with the vegetable vendors + dealing with all categories of people and being nice to them.
  • Some new friends and some older ones getting transformed to lifelong treasures.
  •  Just yesterday-my name in the attendance review: O First time in 5 semesters .Wonder where did I make a mistake calculating the allowed bunks!
PS: My friends are demanding a party even for this lame reason. That’s what friends are meant for? Eh?

My exams ended just today and having absolutely nothing to do,I ended up making this(Of course,on a lighter note `:-))
 Blessings and Wishes are always welcome.

PSS: I started out writing on 8th->drafts->Resumed on 9th.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Its just the Birthday Mania Girl!

No matter how old you are going to turn,birthdays are always meant to be special! :)

PS: Today a silly thing happened!An Orangey Fanta Time? 
One of my teachers approached me (while we were 'RE'vising the protocols ;) )asking me to anchor on this 13th(that's 6 days from now!:P ) for the Annual Sports Day and I so idiotically mentioned "Its my birthday that day".Ofcourse just like that.Just after she said it was on 13th .I dont know why!So prompt came this sentence!And I am feeling so soo awkward now that I am madly smiling at my childishness! :P

Monday, January 20, 2014

Ah!The Great Indian Education System!

Ah India!

Where 2.9% of the entire population gets a chance of higher education and less than half of them get a chance to chase a career of their own choice. And through this post, I raise the voice of millions of such Indian kids who, I believe, have a similar story to share.

I don’t know as to why exactly this has started bothering me a lot these days.

Maybe, because in my university I’m seeing a lot many people who  unlike me, are techfreaks.Who’ll love to code 24*7.Yes,I do like the IT stuff ,but I cannot keep on applying logic 24*7!I guess, That’s where the difference lies between like and love.

I consider myself seriously very lucky to be among those 2.9% who at least had an option of pursuing her studies. And unlike most of the parents, I was lucky enough of not being enforced to take up a particular stream of studies. I was given a heck of lot of streams to choose from. Like I had medical, commerce, engineering etc.But, at that time, around 4-5 years back, I had my elder sister working with Goldman Sachs as a software analyst. A 16 year old mind had been swept away watching her beautiful accessories, her posh black clutch and her wonderful dresses.16, Yes. Thats the age when we are told to take a final decision of our life. They tell us that this decision is going to decide your future.Plus,if you were good at academics from the start, it creates a hell lot of problems for you.Here,if a student opts for Arts ,it’s very naturally assumed that it was because he/she couldn’t get an admission into Commerce, leave behind the Science. During such situations, what a 16 year old kid would do? Isn’t it natural for her, having heard such pathetic comments, to get carried away with that lure of earning huge. And it’s neither the fault of parents’ here. What they all want for their child is a secure and a safe future. Which is their right as well as duty!

I was always very good at arts. Creativity still rushes in my veins. A hard-core Piscean I am, with a lot many people saying that I possess special characteristics of an orator. And Yes, I love to speak. I love to address the mass. I love to hear myself in a conversation.Recently,I met a young guy and was having a short informal conversation with him which on an ending note led him to say “Pooja,you could make a very good career in the field of communications”.Sigh!Leave that not-so-close guy. My very own blood sister keeps on saying to her friends that I’m more into Journalism, Politics and kinda stuff so that when I meet them they give me a pity look saying “She told us that you’re more into J&P”.And I’m like,”Maybe I am best at that,but that doesn’t mean,I don’t like what I’m currently doing”.

Coming up to the point of which field I would choose to specialize in UK, my choice would be either a
POLITICS/ECONOMICS/FINANCIAL ECONOMICS  course from London School of Economics and Political Science  or a JOURNALISM, MEDIA AND COMMUNICATIONS course from Cardiff School of Journalism, Media and Cultural Studies. My interest in politics manifested, when these difficult to digest words like corruption, fake people, fake promises etc. started getting into my head. That’s when I knew and understood of how in such a pity condition a country can be in! A country where people still die of malnutrition and hunger. A country where politics is just the fight for a chair, acquiring that seat and enjoying power. A country where your soul gets hidden because of your money and power. But, now I believe, India is finally witnessing a change. With a new party emerging in the country, it is intensifying the hopes and expectations of many.But, a lot still needs to be changed. And I believe to remove the dirt, to clean up the system, the youth of the nation ought to actively participate in the process. And I wish to be a part of that change.

And I wish to take up a course at my own cost(Pun Intended!).That's because ,as Geet,a character from a famous Bollywood movie says ,that'll make me the sole responsible for a decision I take.

This post is written for the Knowledge is Great contest organized by the British Council in assosiation with  IndiBlogger .To explore,visit http://knowledgeisgreat.in/ .

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Orangey Fanta Times: Laughter Knows No Bounds

First Day at the College. The Orientation Programme.Pin Drop Silence. One of the prominent person of the university is delivering a speech on Discipline and Rules and Regulations. Explains us with the help of a story. The story is about Frogs. A 650 people capacity auditorium. Pin Drop Silence. I am sitting with Aalisha-the first dost I made at the university. We both knew we can’t control laughter.Yet,we dared to sit together. The speaker addresses the frogs as ‘tinee(read:tee-nee::Actual:Tiny)’ Frogs(Maybe,by mistake).The next moment, bursts out our riot of laughter. Of course, there was Pin Drop Silence. But laughter knows no bounds. We start attracting creepy looks of people. Thank God, we were seated in the last row of the auditorium. Thank God, it was just a few minutes for break.Else,God knows what would have happened.

Thank God,We are not the only ones! :D

*This post in no ways tries to make fun of the  speaker. This is just a piece of those college memories which will forever remind me of my and Aalisha’s uncontrollable ‘hasi’!

Friday, December 13, 2013

Orangey Fanta Times: Exploring our Creativity!

Here's a sneak peak into an (to-be)engineer's creativity!All explored on the white benches and the rear pages of our notebooks!
Note:This is not the result of singular work!I have a friend who equally shares the credit! :P
Before you start awing and applauding our works and run to buy these autographed works on Olx(Also kept for bidding on Quikr!),we wholeheartedly thank you for the love and support you're showering upon us.Hope these paintings and scribbles look awesome when hung on your drawing room walls ! :)

This is a piece of conversation of my two friends :
Charu:Hathi merey Saathi
Jinal:Koi aur mila nahi?
Charu:Padh na Padh!

This is height!
aaj tak
har serial mai kal tak kyon hota hai?

It Reads:
Aap aayey merey liye..
Bittu..kon hai yeh aadmi!

(Ohh..That OLX and Quikr thing was just a non-sense!But,would you actually like to buy them?:P )

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Orangey Fanta Times: Oh..The Librarian Knows Me!

We had our 2013- MSE(Mid-Sem Exams) going on sometime in the Mid September. I had my second- last paper that day and as we engineering students usually are, I too hadn't purchased a lot many books and relied on the library. Each exam ended with the usual ritual of dropping the subjects’ book into the library’s dropbox. It was MIS paper that day and MIS and ERP being related, I had taken my ERP book (I owned it! :P) too that day for the last-minute-revision(RE-Vision? :P).Following the daily practice of dropping the library books into the dropbox in the evening-after the exams, I accidentally happened to drop my ERP book too. And guess what?I realized that much later when I returned back home to prepare for the next-days ERP paper!Sad,but I couldn't share my plight with anyone in the family and was left with the only option of e-book and my not-so-complete class notes.

And as far as my college is concerned you don’t get back things as easily as you drop/forget them. The next day, after my ERP paper, I had to go to my one of the favorite and most visited places of my university-the Library and had to request them to keep aside my personal copy. This was not an easy job. I had to recall all my scribbles and all the unique marks I had made in the book to confirm  that mine was not a false claim.
After around two to three days, I went there again, not to inquire about my lost book, but to issue another. I had almost lost all the hopes of getting my book back, for they had promised that they would inform me if they come across that book, and I hadn't received a single mail/call. Just when I was searching for a Core Java book in the third row(See, I remember all the nooks and corners and shelves of my library),the librarian comes there(and he’s not the one whom I had spoken to, regarding the lost book) and asks me:
“You are Pooja Karadgi,right?”
I am astonished. How does he me?
“You had dropped your ERP book?”
I said,”Oh Yes.”
Even if he came to know my name from that book,how did he recognize me?
He asks me to go straight from there and get my book at the specified section. When I reach the place, the moustached man, sitting there, asks me.
“Are you Pooja?”
 I say, “Yes.”
“Why did you drop your personal copy?”
“Sir, by mistake. Along with the rented books”
“Show me your Identity card. And tell me what have you written on the first page of book.?”

I recall and repeat all my scribbles back and just when I’m trying hard to remove that hard-bar-coded id-card, the “You are Pooja Karadgi?” man comes there and says,
“આ તોહ આવતી જતી હોય છે . Id-કાર્ડ  ની કોઈ જરૂર નથી.હૂન ઓળખું છું આને .”
(She keeps on visiting the library very often. No need to cross-check. I know her)

And I’m like,”Wow! The Librarian knows me!”:D
Only God knows, how many more procedures he saved me from! 

PS: “Orangey Fanta Times” titled posts will be somehow related to my college-college friends, the masti,the lol moments, so that when I pass out this phase of my life, I’ll have something to laugh about and be nostalgic!
Orangey Fanta Times...because that’s the tune that I rhyme when I’m sad, happy, ecstatic, nervous, crazy!
~~All the photographs used in this blog are either self clicked or are taken from the internet.