Break ke Baad…(After a Break)

It’s been quite some time since I last wrote something on my blog. In that time so much has changed. I have shifted base from UK back home, enjoyed a small vacation, completed a project that I had taken up, got back into the process of applying for a job and again preparing for a small trip to London next month. I’ve been asked quite a few times by so many people as to why I had not written anything new on my blog. Though I have given each of them a different answer, the truth is that I have been plain lazy! But fret not I have brought myself out of it and am getting back to blogging regularly.

So since my last post, I have finished my course and have come back home. The last two weeks before the end were the most hectic I had had in the past year, but I wouldn’t have wanted it to be any different. Loved working with my group on my dissertation. I used to spend the days in our University library designing the magazine and the nights at home writing for my portfolio. Can you imagine a written portfolio of 8000 words? Phew! Those two weeks though flew by and before I realised it was time for my flight home and I was bidding my classmates an emotional farewell.

The last day in UK was very similar to my first day there. I was at my uncle’s place; we ordered a large pizza and watched a film on his huge home theatre before it was time for me to leave. Though there is nothing like returning home, there was an odd sense of loss at leaving UK. The whole time during the journey from Manchester to Dubai I was dreaming of the year gone by in the UK and how much I would miss it. It was only when I touched the Indian shores did I start thinking about home.

I was welcomed back to India in the ways foreign dignitaries are. The first two weeks were all about jet lag, meeting friends, gorging on Indian food, attending countless calls, repeating the same stories a thousand times and most importantly changing my lifestyle. Though I was enjoying myself here with friends and family, I dreamt of UK every night. Every night I used to dream of some random moment that I spent in the UK. I was longing to go back and it was as if UK heard my pleas. Within a week I received a mail from my tutor informing me that I had been short-listed for an award and she wanted me to be present at the award ceremony to be held in London. It was the opening I was looking for and luckily my parents agreed to let me go to London for 3-4 days.

I have been spending the last few days lazing around, watching films and TV-series, applying for jobs and willing the days to go by sooner so that I can visit the country I have come to love so much.

That’s all for now folks! I shall write more frequently! Stay tuned!!

The Sister I have...

Someone once said, ‘A sister is a gift from God, sent from above to make life worthwhile here below.’ I’m sure if I to were to introduce him to my sister, he would bite his tongue.

The whole world might pass by, but she won't stop texting

I've got a sister who is three years younger to me and who for the better part of her life has wished for this particular statistic to be reversed. It is only in the last couple of years during which she has realised that it is nigh impossible for such a thing to happen and that I’m the better person!!! Well anyway since this day is about sisters, let me talk about her.

So Sudipta Satpathy, my sister, is a FRIENDS watching, clothes shopping, money spending, continuously talking, eternally texting, ohh and did I mention clothes shopping, 21-year old girl. If I’ve missed out something pardon me, it is after all a lot of adjectives to describe a girl.

So what more can I say about her?! Our relationship is anything but a conventional brother-sister relationship. I guess that is the reason why I cherish it even more. She’s more of a friend to me than a sister. For as far as I can remember we have always been at loggerheads about every single thing in our lives.

I have seen her grow in front of me from a child whom I’ve always troubled to a girl who thinks she has the will to take over the world. From out of nowhere she has matured a lot. But this has come at a price and a price that my father has had to bear. She has contracted the disease that many girls of her age tend to get. Shopping! Her wardrobe is the testimony of how many types of clothes and accessories are available in Mumbai. I guess she must have secretly hired a contractor to deepen her wardrobe somehow because for the life of me I cannot understand how that small place that our parents had her built can accommodate so many things. Our shoe stand is another place that has been illegally encroached. But again no one has the power to complain!

Another person who is I’m sure grateful for her existence is the owner of Vodafone. At the very least 1% of the total worldwide earnings of Vodafone must surely come from my sister and her group of friends. Almost every moment of their lives when they aren’t shopping, my sister and her friends Sneha Varghese and Sneha Valsan (hope I’ve got their spellings right) are either talking on the phone or texting. If their calls and texts are recorded and printed, the book will be bigger than the Constitution of India.

Well I guess I should stop here. If I keep writing my post won't end and eventually it'll crash the Google servers! This post is dedicated to you (it is about you anyway), so you can cross another thing from your wish list. Though I do not believe in Rakshabandhan this is a gift for you.  Hope you've enjoyed it!

The Rabbit and the Turtle...

One day a rabbit was boasting about how fast he could run. He was laughing at the turtle for being so slow. Much to the rabbit’s surprise, the turtle challenged him to a race. The rabbit thought this was a good joke and accepted the challenge. The fox was to be the umpire of the race.

Since this was the 21^st century the rules of the race were changed. The rabbit and the turtle were asked to choose a car each which they would race to the chequered flag. On the day of the race the rabbit arrived at the starting line in a petrol car while the smart turtle chose a diesel car.

The rabbit mocked the turtle and boasted about his car, its huge petrol engine and how much horse-power it had. The turtle though chose to keep quiet. He had chosen a car with the latest Multijet Diesel engine and knew he had made the correct choice.

The contenders...

As the race began, the rabbit raced ahead of the turtle, just like everyone thought. But every few kilometres he had to make a pit-stop to refill his car’s thirsty engine. The petrol engine though churning out a lot of power was drinking petrol by the gallons. The rabbit though was not worried and was sure that even if the turtle passed him, he would be able to race to the finish line ahead of him.

All this time the turtle gained steadily on the rabbit. His car’s diesel engine though not as powerful was very efficient & the turtle knew that in the course of the race this would help him a lot. His car’s diesel engine kept going on and on.

Pretty soon the turtle caught up with the rabbit as he was filling up at a petrol station. From this point on the race heated up. The rabbit had realised that if he were to stay in the race he would have to drive carefully so that his car’s engine wouldn't sap the petrol.

For the last kilometre their cars were neck to neck with just a hair’s breadth separating them. None of the waiting audience was able to hazard a guess on who will win. But even with all the careful driving the petrol engine was no match to the diesel’s efficiency. With the chequered flag agonizingly close, the rabbit’s car spluttered to a stop drained of its very last drop of petrol & the turtle passed the finishing line. There was a huge roar from the audience. The turtle had won and the rabbit was humbled.

Moral: The moral of the story my friends is that contrary to the popular belief, diesel engines these days are technologically more advanced than the petrol engines and are clearly the better option. Ask the rabbit!!

If you don’t believe me then go to your closest Fiat showroom and try out their latest Punto and Linea diesel. This post was written in response to the contest 'SWITCH TO DIESEL' hosted by FIAT on Indibloggers.

Take advantage of FIAT’s upgrade offer and you could get lucky with a free upgrade to Fiat Multijet diesel technology - for the price of a petrol car. For more details click here.

Wooohoooo!!!!

Finally I've got what I have been waiting for quite some time. Thank you BlogAdda for choosing me as their 'Notable Newbie'!! It is quite an honour.

Achieved..

It is nothing less than a Filmfare Award for me. Now I reckon I should aim for the Oscars (if there is one)!!

I would like to take this opportunity to thank my Mom and Dad who have pestered me to start and keep writing in order to improve myself. I also want to thank my 'Bada Mamu' (Uncle) Umashankar Mishra, who is quite simply the biggest fan of my blog. He has read all my posts, commented on each of them and also like my parents pestered me to keep writing. Lastly I would like to thank my friends and readers who take the pains to read my posts (read ramblings).

Thank You all.

Keep reading !! :)

Cheerio !!