An Essay - III

And finally ladies and gentlemen I present you with the essay...

Hi Mom,

I love you because...

You are simply the best. Everything that you do be it the food you prepare, or the dress you buy for me, or the gifts you buy me have so much love and warmth bundled within, it just overwhelms me and I don’t know if I can ever repay you. I still remember the time when you sat with me and shared my grief when I just couldn’t stop crying for not getting placed in the campus selections. You gave me so much reassurance and hope telling me failures are part of life and we should always focus on doing our best. It eased my pain and I got successfully recruited in the next company. It is all thanks to your encouragement that I inculcated some good habits like book-reading, actively participating in games and literary events. Also it is with great pride I can say I can say I share all my personal troubles and fears with you and not once feel uncomfortable unlike many of my other friends. Thank you mom for everything and you are the most wonderful person in my life.

!!!!Me and My mom...!!!!!

I am not at all satisified with what I wrote but content and happy and thanks to it I have written a series not one blog but three....Awsome!!!!

An Essay - Part II

(Note:Please read this first for a better clarity. Sometimes I wonder is it necessay to post such things, isn't it obvious, when there is something titled II , there gotta be I and that one with minimum common sense would read that first and then come here? Well naah... I doubt it.)

"Jee...tried really hard. That's the best I could come up with. Could you review it and send me your comments" - I smsed her before I slept after sending her my unfinished tome.

Woke up the next day around 12 with a missed call and a message from Aditi madam wishing me luck and to continue. Lucky enough I was as Eswar was out and I had the whole net to myself, only me, yeah... Finishing my morning chores I opened up lappie and ping, ping sounds were up and running. It seemed it wasn't so lucky after all for everyone. Laxmanji had forgotten her e-support password and for hours she was trying to get it back. And god was she not frustrated and hence couldn't really give her thoughtful comments on my essay leaving "me" much more dampened. Anyways I thought if not mine let her's get through, so I was on the chat trying to know the updates and also told her that I was dropping out due to lack of ideas, that can't go through this anymore as I felt as I was being forced to write and all that. But she was adamant and gave me hints on what I could write about : first gift, food, support, joyous moments, caring moments etc. That sounded reasonable enough but I gave up in my mind and told her I would continue after lunch.

Srinu had brought me Meghna Biryani. It was the second one of the week. I was still feeling groggy and sleepy but the fresh aroma of the delecious dish just woke my spirits up and had a bellyfull lunch. Went back in the room and saw laxman bhai was offline. So she must have finally completed it, good for her. I called her up to congratulate before I went back to sleep. Her voice sounded low and I knew something was up. I got the biggest kick of the day. It's like this. It seems she got her password and that there was no copy paste. Bollocks, that's total crap. Who is gonna type it all over?? Okay, that apart as she was typing she realized she wasn't able to fit in more than one paragraph...

Woah..what was going on? Were we late? Is the D-Day over? Are all our efforts going down the drain? Apparently not. No, it is just that we were too dumb to read the rules. Real dumb. We had a limit of 1000 characters not words. 1000 c-h-a-r-a-c-t-e-r-s - characters. And that was what was bothering her and as for me I just couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing incredulously. Holy Crap!!! I mean part of the blame has gotta be on me too for I was the one who had told her much before 1000 words means 1 and a half page and that it's really huge task. So she didn't bother to recheck. But now, I felt real sorry for her. Frankly I couldn't believe when she said she had her essay of 1000 words ready about her dad and I congratulated her wholeheartedly for her achivement. It seemed all waste now. Anyways she said she was trying hard to cut down the sentences and make reperations.

But one good thing out of all this was I still had a bit of hope. I could see a more realistic goal now. I talked with her little while longer profusely empathising with her and thanking her the same to finish what I have completed - one of the most difficult tasks of my life.Phew....DAMN...Gotta Essay to write... With a huge smile on my face and with immense happiness I set out to Hrithik's place. I was like a zombie there half-listening half-thinking of the essay and not at all interested to stay there further. As soon as the "things" finished rushed back home and shut myself inside the room. It was around 6:30 my second innings began...

A great excitement was building within as I waited the com to power up. 1000 characters. yippie. But like a moth struck by lightning by the time I had the cursor ready with the first letter I was clueless again. But then I realized if I can't do this I would never be able to forgive myself for all the efforts that I had put in for the last few days. With the help of my last writeup and after a large amount of editing, I finally completed it around 9:30. 3 full hours. My, my...horrendous by any standards and a wake up call to my thinking and writing abilities too...

An Essay - Part I

And that's all it took to tear me apart to pieces. Something like this happens, you know there is something seriously wrong with you...

It's like this. We had an essay competetion titled "Dear Dad & Mom". You gotta write a essay of 1000 characters. It need not necessarily be for both. You could chose either of them and write. Well, first thing I did was to forward to some of my friends including certain Laxman Bhai (actual name Vaishali Laxman, henceforth will be known only as Laxman Bhai till she foresakes/resents/protest/raise a voice/ whatever which I "highly" doubt because she is never gonna see this blog ..trust me .. :) ).

As it happens I somehow didn't feel like writing till the D-Day was in horizon which for me is either 24 hrs or 48hrs. In the meantime like a pupil, I was checking up daily with her progress on the essay, goading her, encouraging her. Kept reminding her how bad her dad would feel if she won't write now that she has already told him. As for me I somehow was confident I could complete it.

"Hey, How is your essay going on? I am done with mine.." - Aditi madam reports. Oooh..Done? Well that's ...that sucks..I haven't even staretd mine, I mean did start, wrote one para. I replied back saying I will also complete it pucca by tomorrow for 8th time I believe in the last 8 days :) . Had dinner, opened my laptop and determined to complete itstarted thinking. For a long time nothing happened. Then panic struck. 1000 words about why I love my mom??? Holy crap, I don't have 1000 words, have only 150 and that too it was about my placement and how my mom helped me go through that difficult phase when I couldn't stop crying after getting rejected from TCS. Well, after writing that I was stuck. Had no clue whatsoever what should I go with. My thoughts were blocked and the words 1000 kept ringing in my ear. I felt very constricted, unable to have fluent thoughts and hence it seemed very herculean to me.  Or maybe I have forgotten how to write about something static in the sense something like what's your inspiration? Who is your Role Model? Write something about your job?

Common I can blog about my trip, my daily activities, Hari's driving , Chitti's musings, Hrithik's (Roshan) cooking habits, but reminiscing good ole days, trying to capture some time, reviewing a person and when that person is THE most important persons of your life I just couldn't get it out. Given a chance I can think of some nice things to write in a greeting, or a mail to her but to really bring an essay of 1000 words - i was not up for it. 

But I had a promise to keep and save my face too (as i said i was literallly badgering her daily with this...) so I stayed on with my laptop on my lap in front of t.v. with Srinu and Mr.Revanth Wipro. It was 12' O clock in the night. I was just reeling from the day's activities, saw 'Kung Fu' Panda in the morning, went to a play in the evening, did some roaming in the middle and needless to say I was tired. And all my focus was on completing the essay. Kept chanting to myself : focus, focus...

I start typing something, then look at T.V. Some random 2 year old hits were being played in Geimini in the progarm "latest hits". Half an hour goes by. Damn...Gotta Essay to Write

Some thoughts did gather in that passing time but nothing I could pen down elegantly. Again the temptation of checking out the reviews of "The Dark Knight" reigns in. I log on to imdb, check the rating. Holy molly cow!!! It is number #1. So I check out all the external reviews: Roger Ebert's, Variety, CineFan, Rotten Tomatoes, - The verdict is clear, it's a winner and my heart was thumping hard , i wanted to desperately see it. Reality came crashing hard. Damn...Gotta Essay to Write...

Focus..Focus...nothing..no..wait..yup.. why not write about her taste in Chinese, her aversion to lizards, her favorite Choclate ice-cream, the overflowing lunch box that she packs and chides you that I eat less when in fact that lunch box is sufficient for two?...how can I fit these with the essay? ...you also like all those things...so?...hmmm...I click on Gtalk and see familiar faces online at that point of hour ( 2:45 a.m.) Jash bhai and Venkat (heceforth only venkat..no Swaminaidu..). Somehow didn't feel like pinging Jash but Venkat..I had to...

I hear the same from him "Mindblowing action movie dude...for the heck of your goddamn life don't miss it..just don't..superb movie" ... so i chat for a while... 20 minutes pass..Damn...Gotta Essay to Write...

Around 4, Eswar comes out, poor thing... a stomach upset and he goes vomiting outside, drinks up some water, looks at me ,says nothing, goes back to the room. An hour had passed by, still I was the same where I was, with two paras and nothing more, nothing less, neither the thoughts nor the inclination. I could feel some pain in my arms, legs and in my eyes too... Well took a face wash, did some warm up exercies, felt as if i was  fresh..slept on teh floor with laptop in front of the pillowand started typing, typed whole lot of random things, broken sentences, strange thougths, whatever I had to do with the topic, then gave up. Saw some parts of 'My Neighbour Totoro' scrolling by and slept with one thought on my mind : Damn...Gotta Essay to Write... It was 5:15.

More to follow...not over yet...

Me and my bike

Let the pictures talk...

Does Swimming Help in Losing Weight?

Watch this space for the next two weeks to find out.

Finally I have woken myself up at 6'o clock today in the morning, washed my face and set out NGV with the Gladiator at my steed. By the time I reached it was around 6:15. I rushed myself into the office to get the formalities done as quickly as possible. But the folks there really wrecked my enthu , I gotta tell ya. Early in the morning finding yourself in mercy of a someone who takes his own time doing things relaxedly, casually, lazily  as if he has just been granted a month's holiday and he being in middle of arranging his items for the vacation and no care in the world, is one of the sickest experience you can come across.I felt like smashing that thin glass that seperated us both and stuff the money in his pocket and just leave, but good sense prevailed and after what seemed like an hour with my payment I started off towards the pool.

Water was lukewarm, not too cold and there were about 6-8 people in the pond. On enquiry when I have come to know that depth of the pool is same throughout and it's only about 5 ft, I laughed my ass off hearing that. I mean that seemed so kiddish. What about PRO's eh? 5 ft?? Where the hell can I dive? you know as they say, if you wannna win some you gotta lose some, diving in this case. Not that I can dive excellent and all that but I thought finally I have a chance to refine it. Anyways the depth too I thought was okay, not really silly but still compared to the last two pools I have been to, this seems well small to be sure and also like some private pool of a hotel, not exactly rectangular, bushes all around, and a guest house like chaging room. 

All in all once inside I started my laps and then something struck me. I realized how much stamina I had lost. I was puffing, panting at the end of my first lap. I mean that's just horrendous. I remember the time I was in OU where I used to do continous 5 laps and it was much bigger than this. Jeez, man that just scared the hell out of me for a while. I pushed myself without a break and could just about do 1 complete lap. Almost..

There was something else going on in my mind as I was going from one end to the other - How many days it will take to lose my weight??? In this age where instant results are of the highest importance I just couldn't take that question off my mind. And after reading this and this I think if I can stick to this for one month at least, I might as well be the bride with highest no. of hits at Shaadi.com ?? Well...only time will tell...

So, ladies and gentlemen, please pray that I stick with swimming for some time to come at least...please... :)