Friday, January 29, 2010

Swaymvar Rules

I am the only GIRL in my team of 7 members. One among them direly wants to get married but couldn't find a bride. He asked me one day very casually what qualities does a girl expect from her groom. This conversation ended in a friendly note but not so perfectly. But later I thought why shouldn't I analyse this a little deep and that come out with a blog and here it is.

My Swaymvar Rules:
1. As far as I perceive girls should be broadminded and unprejudiced. The vital thing which to be looked in a guy is that he should treat women as equal partners in every other facet of life, be it personal or professional. When a guy really respect this idea of mine{Not for the sake of words}, he can be definitely appreciated. I don't think I am any less than a man in anything. What's wrong for me, being a woman, must be wrong for any man too...And what's within his rights as a man, is within my rights too despite the fact that I am woman. Sometimes I feel these words are more apt and complete in hindi as follows:

मुझे नहीं लगता मैं किसी मामले में पुरुष से कम हू !
और इस हिसाब से औरत होने के नाते जो बात मेरे लिए गलत है वो पुरुषो के लिए भी गलत होनी चाहिए !!
और मर्द होने के नाते जो बात उनके अधिकार में सही है वो औरत होने के बावजूद मेरे अधिकार में भी सही है!!

2. I wish to be financially independent and love to earn my living. I don't mind who is earning more in the family, but definitely both should contribute to the income. Self-support is a must and no one has rights to deny it from each other. Working women can be equally inspirational as men to their son/daughters.

3. IQ Ratio ---- should be definitely more than me or at least equal to me. I don't want to be a teacher explaining him so many things which I understand and which he doesn't. Sorry I don't have enuf patience for it. It is acceptable for me to say to him that "I do not know" and I am ready to learn from him. I have enough guts to
accept that I am wrong and ready to change myself. But as far as I know men's thoughts, nearly a huge percent of them will not have such guts to accept the fact that they don't know so and so things. So let his IQ ratio be at least high to compromise it.

4. I believe that my actions and only mine will decide and alter my fate & future. At this stage I can never go to some temple and pray to God, make a wish and wait for things to happen for me. So I want him to be an atheist or at least a rationalist.

5. I look forward upon him as a guardian for me and keep me away from this evil, cruel and selfish world. Yes I want a person who is more responsible than me and a little strict as I know that I tend to become kiddish many times. {what to do, my parents and others at home have pampered so much and made me a spoilt brat}

These are other rules which are not-so important but are always added advantages.

Age, Height, Weight ---- More than me plz
Non-Smoker ----- I don't want to treat his cancer in old age.
Not Money-minded --- I want to spend the money I have and not run behind it for life.
No abroad settling ---- I can not be away from my mom for long.
Not a reserved personality -- Let him also be talkative.

All things said make an ideal life, which can be lead only in a dream or read as a story. Expecting everything in the same person is out of my hands, coz I know I don't have the power to animate and design a man's brain. STRONGLY WISH I can create it just like the software I develop. Hence I am also ready for compromises unless and otherwise it does not attack or offend my self-respect and self-esteem. I will not want anything at the cost of losing myself or foregoing my individuality. The "degree of compromise" is the knot at the end which one can never define concisely in advance.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Train Journey in India - A bliss

Like me, there would be so many people who have a fascination towards travelling in train. I had started travelling in train from the time I was just 28 days old kid from my grandma's home. As a kid I should be so much excited that day, but till date, the excitement hasn't reduced a bit.

There are so many reasons as to why the train journey is such an entertainment for kids, teenagers, bachelors, adults and elders. Its a pleasant travel for kids where they can roam around a little and get to eat something every one hour. The antaksharis and word games played can make the long and sobre journeys enthusiastic. There are so many stories and real life incidents, where bachelors fall in love with a girl met in train. And the endless discussions done with a stranger about Indian politics, educational system, IT industry, farmers' plight, world economy, globalisation, global warming, natural disasters etc. Needless to say how funny it could be, if an elderly uncle travels alone and gives you lectures on where towards the younger generation of India leading. I am sure that anyone travelled in train would have come across such uncles. You can meet wierd and sometimes fantastic personalities in the train journey. Some get to see long-met relations in the stations as the train crosses their city. Some make friendships in train which will last only till the last station most of the time. Some of us hardly speak a word with the co-travellers in the whole journey. The rattling of engine, the baby crying at the next bogie, uncle snoring above your berth, aunty giving uncomfortable gestures asking to switch off the lights soon, passengers moving here and there, smart yet stout ticket checkers, food sellers and above all, the engine driver who dont sleep even when the whole train is dead silent --- all of them make a pleasant journey which for few can leave a permanent mark in the memory.

There are many other sad sides of train travel. Of course, there is always 2 sides in a coin. But let them not be in my blog. I would like you readers to share any other happy memories which is so blissful in a train journey.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Arbit posting by bored banu!!!

I get easily bored. Especially on a weekend, when I dont have any agenda for the day. If I look back now what I did the past two days, I have nothing to say except for sleeping. I slept so well (the effect of tablets). It was as if the 2 whole days was in a dream. The sleeping syndrome continues today even at office :(. It turned out to be not so good weekend. My dance tutor was little busy, so I could not enjoy dancing. My sister was out of town, so I didnot have a chance to chat much with her. My Credit Card outstanding was too much, so I didnot dare to go out shopping. My exams are nearing which makes my weekends not so happy, coz I shall be constantly reminded of the big books which need to be read by me :(. And top of it, My mom was not so eager to do anything adventurous,which left me doing nothing other than sleeping.

But then, I visited my library which was unusually crowded. I also had a walk in the Necklace road which was also damn crowded. Alas, why is it every place too full of people and why is it that I detest seeing them? I dont know.. might be I am not comfortable being amidst all of them. Waste answer.. I know but that is the extreme of my boredom. I dont want to even think of answering or analysing myself why I am like this.

One good thing I did was reading a beautiful article on Sunday magazine --- An enigma called happines. I thought of writing a blog on this topic but again my so called enthusiasm is lost somewhere in my dreams and here I give you guys a link to read about it.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Memories to Cherish --- Part 2

Recollecting old memories be it happy or sad will definitely bring a smile on my lips. I guess its true to many of us. I did my schooling from KG to Std XII in the same school. The teachers in that school had so much influence on me and my character. I am proud till date to say that I got educated by many efficient teachers. Among all of them, my english teachers always have a special place in my heart. Many a times, I have heard people saying that students from little towns and those who study in their native tongue have a tough time learning english. I am not into both these categories. Even then I have little difficulties with English till date. I cannot proudly say that I am very well - versed in this. Though I read, write, speak this foreign language fluently I still fumble for words at times.

Today I would like to share some pleasant memories which I had with all my English teachers. This posting could be a little boring for many of you. I ask your pardon for that. Blogging is one way of preserving my memories. Hence with the help of few of my school friends I have got minute details for this post.

Any kid would have grown up singing rhymes. Ms.Clara was my Rhymes cum Eng teacher in my lower and upper kinder garten days. You guys know what I didnot know my Rhymes teacher's name till long time because she was always called as "Rhymes Miss" throughout the school. Such a sweet lady who used to dance and sing with all the kids year after year. A kid with a Jolna bag longer than her height dangling in her shoulders --- can you picturise me like that???

Ms.Shanthi was my 1st Class Eng teacher and Ms. Uma succeeded her in the 2nd class. It seems I was not good at studies till my 2nd class. My close friends would never believe this statement. But it is true. Once Ms.Uma had said that I am very diligent in class and studies. May be her words had affected me so much that I turned to be a student who had never complaints in school later.

Ms.Chandra -- how can I forget this bold and beautiful lady who taught me in my 3rd class. She used to participate in talk shows and inspired a little to talk more freely in public I should say.

It was very difficult to find out who took English for me in my 4th Class. Finally we friends concluded that it was Ms.Jhansi who is notorious rather famous for her pinches she used to give us. I dono if u people had this habit of collecting broken small pencil leads. Me and My school gang hunt for that in our school grounds. We take empty Reynolds Pen and use it as a holder for our pencil leads. One great way of saving the cost of pencils. What a stupidity !!! :)

My 5th Clss Eng teacher is Ms.BegumBanu. She is a gem of a woman in her appearance and she does this strangest act of carrying a coffee flask(red color I remember it clearly) to class every day. I am very sure of these details because there was a girl called Mercy Vimala who mistakenly broke that flask and Ms.Begum hit her black and blue. We were really scared of that lady. :(

I came to know about the difference between the words 'House' and 'Home' for the first time via my 6th Class teacher Ms.Savithri. She kindled us to read Young World and used to recite stories from it many times. I can visualise her in a yellow saree and black blouse. Till then I didnot know that colourslike yellow and black can be matched. (sorry I cannot stop myself in noticing people's costumes)

I studied in a co-ed school all my life. But if you ask me few guy's name in our school, my answer would be only one maximum two. Such a strict and waste rule they had that guys and girls should never talk. I was like a favourite student to many of my teachers. But to my dismay I was only 2nd favourite to Ms.Mullai, my 7th class teacher. A guy named Balaji was her first fav and I used to envy that person at those days. Time have changed so much that now Balaji was one among the guy whom I know well from my school and a good friend too, though we are not in frequent touch.

Lots of controversies in finding my 8th class Eng teacher. So I shall tell instead, about Ms.Sheela of whom I dont have any words to write. I just adore her for her simplicity, for her versatility in the language, for her strictness, for her character, for her wonderful handwriting and for her so many inspiring ideals and thoughts. I just miss you Ms.Sheela.

Now comes Ms.Girija, my 9th Class teacher with whom I just remember one bad incident. Sorry Ms.Girija. You made me cry in the class for one hour. The reason is that I made my mom write my notes instead of me writing it myself. Of course there was a reason behind it. But you just tore the pages and made me write again with tears. :( Poor girl banu. Anyways cheer up now....

The famous Ms.Arasi ---- Gosh I have so much to write about her . I will need a separate post for her alone. Thanks to her, she made me understand grammar in english perfectly. I owe her for that. Her real name was Azhagumani Arasi (it means Beautiful Queen) and she took English in my 10th Class. Memories of Ms.Arasi link between her and my sister mostly. Those are big stories which I dont thnk I will forget in life.

Finally Ms.Ponrani(Gold Queen) my 11th and 12th class teacher. Kudos to her I stood 2nd in English in my whole state in Std 12th. Without her I could not have accomplished that. She was the one who inspired me and encouraged me to write so much and frame sentences clearly when I speak.

It is so true that I have never taken any of my above teachers for granted. I always had a small fear for them coz many of them were very strict when it comes to academics. Ms.Arasi did not talk to me for long time since I scored less once. Ms.Begum had hit me so many times. Ms.Ponrani's words are enough to bring tears to your eyes. But today when I look back, I am grateful to all of them in my life. The word "Thank you" is not enough in the least way. OED should come up with a bigger word to gratitude them. I OWE A LOT to all my English teachers.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Sleep Tight.....

Ever wondered what this phrase meant? I get to see many wishing 'Sleep Tight' along with the usual phrases -- Good Night and Sweet dreams. Whenever I come across a new term and when it is repeated some 3 to 5 times and when I dont understand completely what does it mean, I get slightly uncomfortable with my knowledge of words. Also I fear that some terms could mean offensive and hurt the reader. Hence, I dont use it myself unless I find the meaning of it. So, I get to search on this term 'Sleep tight' today. My google research goes this way.

The phrase is nearly in practise from the late 20th century. The first citation of this phrase is as early as 1866. In her diary Through Some Eventful Years, Susan Bradford Eppes included:

"All is ready and we leave as soon as breakfast is over. Goodbye little Diary. ‘Sleep tight and wake bright,’ for I will need you when I return."

In 1968, it was also used in a song by Lennon and McCartney as

Now it's time to say good night,
Good night. Sleep tight.

Good night and sleep tight are so rhyming that it soon got spread so fast. But why to sleep tight? Is it something related to the person sleeping is wearing tight clothes while sleeping.. No.... its not.. There was one notion -- Earlier days, the cot, in which people sleep had ropes on it and those ropes had to be tightened before sleeping. You would have come across such cots in ur grandma's house or in some movies shot in a village home. The origin of the word has a link to this idea, but no it is not the final conclusion.

After much research, the OED(Oxford English Dictionary) team concluded that by the time the phrase was used among people, rope-strung beds were replaced by metal-strings. Hence there is no link between sleep tight and cots. 'Sleep tight' just means 'sleep soundly'; put it in another words the meaning of 'tight asleep' is 'soundly asleep'.

Finally I am happy to know the origin and meaning of this term today. Will be using it from now on in my sms. :) without any fear.