chandarshi’s blog

Tum paas aaye ..yu muskuraye tum ne na jaane kya sapne dikhaye ..kuch kuch hota hai ..

My mobile made me wake up from my snore-all-night sleep where I was dreaming of wrestling this girl with which I had a heated argument the other day in bus. Just when I was about to thrash that girl to earth, my bloody mobile ruined all my fantasy..

"Hello?"

"What the hell? You are still sleeping, do you have any bloody idea what time it is?" Jyothi yelled at the other end.

"Look Im blissfully bekaar today, so you better don't ask me these sort of complicated questions."

"You Khubhakarna ki chati aulaad,its 7.30 and we have exam at 9.00, if you get up at 8.00,how the hell can you reach college by 9.00?"

"Oh!no!" I shrieked "jyothi tu mujhe aadha ghanta pehle nahi call kar sakthi thi, shit man,tu kisi kaam ki nahi hai,ab phone rakh,I have to run"

I got out of bed quickly by throwing all my neend-wali-bekaarness away.But I was still feeling bad that I didn't kill that girl in my dream.koi baat nahi kal raat ke sapne me dekh lungi use,I tried to convince myself.

I was tying my hair into ponytail when I saw it was raining like anything. How am I even supposed to go to bus stop when it is raining like this? I wondered.

I was having my breakfast when my sister's school bus waala came and began yelling out of his frustration; after all he was waiting from some 5 minutes. My sister however is best at ignoring people, she did the same and turned to me n asked "akka,I saw you at Tripti Rest'nt yesterday, what were you doing there?"

"I went there to clean tables n plates" I replied pretty seriously, she laughed hysterically and amidst all that laughter she realized that I did not smile at least. She understood that my mood was still bekaar, so she stuffed her books into her bag n left.

I ran like P.T.Usha's bichdi behna to bus stop only to find out that I missed two buses. Thsese buses,aate hai toh saath me aate hai,nahi aate toh zamaane tak nahi aate, I cursed. I looked around and to my horror I could not see anyone's faces, except their eyes. 'Now what kind of eye sight is this?' I wondered. Then I realized that they were wearing these Swine flu-se-bacho masks. Then I remembered I forgot mine at home. Fortunately I had hanky in my hand. So I took that to my nose and held it tightly. Somehow I managed to dislike all these swine flu se bacho tasks. If I wear that mask I looked like a kamina doctor who just killed a patient by operating him and now running to save her life and that's why didn't remove that mask even after coming out of O.T. And if I put that hanky to my nose my hands end up paining for a week. But love it or hate it .you should follow it otherwise people will run away from you the way they ran away from Aishwarya rai when all these rumors of her being affected by swine flu came out.

Finally after looking at all masks people for some 10 minutes topi waale's bus came with almost half of Hyderabad's population in it. I fought like Jhansi ki rani Lakshmi bai to get into the bus. After getting into the bus, I held my hanky tight to my nose and went inside as it takes almost 45 minutes till I

get to afzalgunj (Bus stop where I have to get down n take another bus) I found myself some 5 inches place to stand. This bus is an express but the driver is slower than a bail gaadi, so, the express itself compromised with driver's lightening speed. Meanwhile the conductor appeared from no where. "Late ho gaya na" he asked some girls who were chatting all the way about how Naitik and Akshara got married for a month. This conductor is impossible to put up with. He makes pass at each and every girl. The problem with him is that he is so convinced that he is a boon to womanhood. By the way I address this bus as topi waale's bus as both conductor and the driver wears topi. This driver was so slow that already 3 cycle waalas overtook the bus and now this express driver is racing with another cycle waala. I wished to jump out of window and run. Unfortunately our college is too far to run a marathon and reach. So I could not do anything except to sulk in that overcrowded bus and make offers to driver in my mind, 'jaldi jaa naya topi kharid ke deti hu'. I stood there uncomfortably in that tiny 5 inches space by holding that hanky to my nose and watched as the conductor did some aerobics and gymnastics to collect tickets from crowd.

It was raining in the bus as well from those tiny holes. And that water kept falling on me. I used my big fat dupatta to wipe all that water which was falling on me. This guy in the bus has put on the speaker of his mobile and was playing this once-upon-a-time hit nasal singer's songs at its highest volume capacity which irritated me to no limit as I hate that singer to death. And at the top of it he is not a hit now. I stood there helplessly and fantasized about breaking his mobile into pieces with hammer.

Bus reached Afzalgunj and I again took my Rani Lakshmi bai's avatar and finally succeeded to get out of that overcrowded bus with all my body parts working.

I walked through all that flowing water which was probably filled with all the possible gandagi in the universe. I went to this auto waala who was giving so much attitude that he didn't even looked up to me when I asked "Chapel road?"

When I refused to give him any bhaav and was about to walk to another auto waala he spoke out "chaalees rupe."

I bargained and finally we agreed at Tees rupe for some 22 rupees if traveled on metre. We can't exactly help ourselves when it comes to Hyderabad's auto fellows especially when its raining. I sat rite at the middle of the seat to avoid all this rain water splashing over me thanks to all the other vehicles and of course this bloody rain. This auto waala was driving as if he was driving some Aero plane. I had to struggle to protect myself from all this dirty water splashing over me. I was about to ask him to slow down when I saw that it was 8.55 and I have only 5 minutes left.

Finally I reached college by getting drenched in all rain cum dirty water by exact 9.00. I gave this auto pilot his tees rupe and went to my class. To my shock I saw no one in my class, I did not see any other student in any other class. I went to notice board which is neglected by me every time even after my singing experience and found these big bold letters and words which formed into a sentence.

       TODAY'S EXAM IS POSTPONED TO 24^TH OF AUGUST

Me: @#%&*@#%*&***##

(I could not think of any appropriate title for this one, my brain has stopped working after overworking for all these exams.I'm sorry that I could not read and comment on all your posts)

Anvesha ..$

Happy Friendship day!!!!

Anvesha…$

My crush

Just when I was wondering what to write in my next post my sisters-in-law came up with this terrific idea of writing about their bro. So here I am to implement that terrific idea. I'm sure you all would love to know that my sisters-in-law are none other than Deepika ghosh and Madhureema das .Kathak dancers and aspiring doctors. Though they are pretty far from Hyderabad .they are very close to my heart.

And their bro ..well he is my crush ..apart from sending butterflies into my stomach whenever I see him and driving me crazy with his killing looks he works as a lecturer of course at our college. But sadly enough he doesn't teach me .he is from science background and teaches Bio-techies.Being a commerce student I can't do anything except to search for him whenever I come out of my class .especially whenever I have lab class .after all there is a chance to catch him waiting for lift and yes sometimes at canteen too !!!!

He is tall, fair and strikingly handsome Looks best when we wears black shirt Not to forget he looks like Daniel vettori New Zealand's cricket captain-that's the reason I love him soooooo much-though he is taller than Daniel vettori undoubtedly.

He puts me to shame whenever he speaks Telugu I have never seen a Muslim guy who can speak such fluent Telugu being a born and bred Hyderabadi . My Telugu cannot be exactly called as Telugu after all hyderbadi Telugu and Hindi are a bit well far more different from "actual" Telugu and Hindi.

He is a Dream man of many girls of our college and lemme tell you all a secret His fan following includes few unmarried staff too!! And I feel so miserable dealing with all these 'Sautans' .but actually I need not worry as he is very loyal to-well don't expect 'me' here-his bachelorhood !!!I hope Reema wouldn't kill me for this .but sweetie fact is fact..!!!

His ever smiling face with those specs makes him look like a scholar but once he gives his typical 'you-are-interesting' looks .all girls out there .you better watch your heart otherwise it simply drops. By the way he is a Gemini too just like me and of course his sister Deepi.

But let me tell u all one thing. I normally don't follow him while crossing the road. Once when I was about to cross the road, I saw him behind me so I followed him just like every one else does following the other person while crossing the road But I dunno how-well I guess with the help of his lambe legs-he crossed whole goddamn road in just 4 steps and I was stuck up there amidst all the traffic. Then I had to wake up all my senses and make them alert to cross rest of the road when my eyes were busy looking at him n my brain was struggling to find out how the hell did he cross the road within 4 steps????

I normally make it a point to stay away from him after all I'm just 5" and he is so tall that I probably end up looking like a Lilliput in front of him.

By the way he is turning into a Spiderman and superman now a days. He usually prefers lift but if he go by stairs he covers 5 steps within a step thank god our college premises doesn't have lots of trees otherwise we could see a Tarzan swinging through trees.

He might be a Dream guy for many girls but for me he is my 'Greeku veerudu'!!!He is simply awesome. I love to see him before I begin my day at college. After all I have to do all the possible accounts on the planet when I get into class and watch helplessly when my hair falls ..n don't believe all this 'stop hair fall' crap .It can never help you as Long as you are doing accounts !!!!

Anvesha $

Through Broken Spectacles

"How can you be so careless?" mom yelled at me "you shouldn't have kept your specs like that"

"I know I should have been much careful amma .but how on earth can I wash my face with my specs on???Had to leave it here now I didn't dream that Alexi would come n tear it into pieces" I answered.

"Whatever it is chinni I will not give you money again to buy new ones arrange it from your pocket n I will make sure that ur dad doesn't give you money too"

'Why is she so tough to convince?' I wondered.

I would have completed my assignment had mom bought me new set of glasses now I must wait till tomorrow n then complete it .all my plans of completing this assignment by today n going out for a movie has ruined just because of these bloody specs I cursed that doctor who declared that I have sight n bounced out of home for a walk.

I was cursing everybody and walking slowly I saw this bunch of kids playing with paper boats in that stagnant rain water.' How lucky!!!' I thought 'no bloody seminars to attend, no disgusting assignments to complete, no internals to prepare for and finally no bloody broken specs'

I looked at them keenly n saw innocence in their eyes, happiness, peace, lots of love to spread around n not to forget many paper boats to leave into that dirty water. I personally don't like rains.

I saw a tree with lots of red flowers it was so beautiful that I stood there for few minutes admiring its beauty until rain drops fell on my face as birds flew away suddenly. I found those red flowers very beautiful I never like flowers without trees I mean I hate people who pluck flowers just to impress their girlfriends n welcome some great achiever to give boring lecture which is otherwise called as seminar too.

As I looked around I saw two puppies playing while their mother sat there watching over protectively. Their mother looked very skinny just the way kareena did in her tashan bikini act (trust me she wasn't hot in fact she looked as if she is dying for some food n asking audience to make this film hit so that she gets some

Food).I had a cadbury in my hand. Though I'm not much into chocolates I eat them whenever I feel like cursing every bloody person on the planet. I gave that Cadbury to the dog n looked as it gave half of it to the puppies n ate another half. That dog looked at me gratefully my heart lurched and I fell for the dog immediately.

As I crossed my new found love I saw Jayamma, who works as a servant maid for us.She has two daughters n two sons.Her husband is good for nothing all he does is borrow some money n drink till he drops n jayamma has to repay those borrowings. She has taken up the responsibility of her daughters n sons. she got both her daughters married. Her elder daughter was a victim of domestic violence but she fought n made her in-laws compensate. She got her elder daughter remarried n she is happy now.Jaymma's elder son died in an accident but she fought in court n finally got justice after some 12 years. Her story is horribly sad but she stood up n fought, she didn't gave up. But what really shook me was the fact that I had been totally unaware about her sufferings though she came to work at my place everyday. I learned about it recently. But when I saw her now I could see confidence in her eyes, sort of satisfaction, triumph that she faced all the odds n emerged as a winner.

I was lost in my thoughts until a ball hit me hard on my shoulder. I saw few kids playing basket ball .I remembered how basket ball used to be an important aspect of my life. I always used to take some time out to play basket ball however busy I might be .it have been special through out my life shared my happiness , my sorrows, my good news n my bad news my volcanic temper as well as my extreme excitement then why is it so far from me today??? Why did I leave basket ball for absolutely silly reason why???

"Akka ball iyyava" I was dragged to present when a boy pleaded me to give the ball. They kept apologizing while I was lost in thoughts.

"Its okay ra chusi aadukondi" I smiled and gave their ball.

I recollected all these incidents when I came back home .all that I saw in everyone's eyes.

I realized I've seen more today without my spectacles than what I've seen with them for a long time

Anvesha $

Hello dear ilanders .im back to blogging…After some 20 days..!There is a lot of mess about leaving the iland and being annoyed by comments n all the stuff ! Honestly speaking I did take the decision to give up blogging few days ago and deleted all my posts impulsively. But I realized that it was a wrong decision as soon as signed out so here iam to correct that mistake n add a post when I have got my bloody internals from tomorrow.

This Iland has given me so much so many good friends, well wishers and many advisors! I hate that moment when this thought of leaving Iland has crossed my twisted brains ! I realized that I have developed a sort of relationship with the Iland which would never allow me to leave this place. It has become my second home which I have decorated with so many relationships. I can never dare to leave this place.

Iland has always been a place of good people though hard comments hurt and annoy us it's a place to encourage people's talent and to over come their boredom and loneliness. I was very lonely when I came to iland was overcoming my bad break up…That's when I realized that it's the best place to vent out all my feelings. I did exactly that and felt much relieved I have put all my embarrassing situations here on the blog which I always hated to remember. Iland is special for many of the bloggers .when anyone decides to quit iland I can understand the trauma they go through.

Recently one of my very good friends and my bhabhi Deepika Ghosh has decided to leave iland as she is very disturbed about certain comments made by a fellow ilander.We all have convinced her to take up writing once again successfully. But she is still confused whether to take up or not.Deepi I know Ur conditions and we are all ready to write n waiting for Ur next post. Please begin writing dear. Iland is not ready to lose one of the best writers it possess. Remember we are here for u always and u r not so weak to leave iland over such silly things. There may be thousands out there to make you cry but show them that you have zillion reasons to smile.

Dil se nikli dua hai hamari

Zindagi me mile aapko khushiya saari

Gham na de khuda aapko

Chaahe do khushiya kam kar de hamari !!

Reema is another very good friend of mine who have supported Deepi all through the mess n stood up against all the odds. She have been strong all through and supported all of us when we were shattered. And now Reema has decided that she don't want to return to iland and begin writing please Reema ..Iland don't want to lose such nice writers at a stretch .that too for such a silly thing .which should not be given so much importance. Do come back reema .we are waiting for u two .

Iland is a beautiful place and I request every one to enjoy the beauty of this place I request everyone to think before what they comment on others posts.Dont accuse anyone This place is not anyone's private property and everyone has the right to say whatever they want. Whether they want to rate or to debate or to argue or whatever they want but it's a request on behalf of every ilander that please don't hurt any one intentionally if its being done unintentionally do apologize. Its a wonderful place and we have made it a wonderful place Iland is nothing without us we are the ones who made iland happening please don't fight and don't annoy others I hope everyone is getting what I want to say and do something about this bloody array attack do comment If any one can't comment due to array things please leave a message in my GB $

Anvesha