insane!!!

Ladies and gentlemen I am bored. I have got absolutely nothing to do . and I am undergoing the I-am –suddenly-good –for-nothing syndrome. I am stuck at home with nothing other than my comp, my kitten, loadsa gud food, a comfortable bean bag and a P G Wodehouse for company. The fact that I am a peace loving animal who gets homesick every other day prompted me not to opt for a project. Don’t you ever mention iit roorkee to me. but now I am in a fix. Every single dude I know is doing a project/ training. It somehow doesn’t make sense to me go do something just to put it on my resume because I know I am a technically challenged person naah technically impaired would be a better word. I somehow don’t like the fact that I am doing engineering. I can’t find any emotions or beauty in any of the subjects I learn. Btw I am one of the most emotional persons you can ever find. This is supposed to imply that I cry after every other movie, that a good book can sent me into spells of silence for real long time, that I can’t put up with heart string tugging events in a relationship. I wish I had taken up journalism or even law. So much of emotions. So many stories that deserve the light. That reminds me I was ever hardly ever good at anything. Smiling and goofing around in school made sure that teachers never said a bad word about you during the parent teacher meetings. So all my life my parents believed I was a good kid. And I believed it too. With less of efforts and more of luck I managed to get into NITW. I still wonder why I am there. Juniors, neighbours look up to you with sense of awe when they hear NITW. I don’t get it. Someone more deserving should have been there. Getting back to parents, being the eldest in the family my parents tell my sis “look at azeera and learn. She did us proud”. Ya so my parents like everybody else expects me to get a great job. Settle down and have two kids probably. Can’t blame them for it. Ya I need a nice paying job and ask them to retire and chumma sit at home. How long will they keep slogging so that you can go have shawarmas every other day. Sometimes I just want to rip the world apart and do something different. To change things that makes the world so cruel. My sis who loves animals puts it right, “ the world would have been so good if the cats and dogs roamed around like humans at least they don’t kill each other chumma.” I don’t get it either why should people kill each other just because they got two roads to reach god. Why two ppl who love each other shouldn’t marry just because they are from a different religion, forget religion even different sub castes why should people to starve to death when I get to eat shawarmas every other day? . Sometimes you wonder is god blind. Why does he let so much of hungama happen in his name? but then WHAT is the difference I want to bring about is million dollar question. The word difference kills me too. Every tom dick and harry talks about making one. How many of us actually bother to bring it about.
I would love to quit it all and do a course on journalism and write what I please. But then pragmatism stops me. the world would call me nuts. My parents wouldn’t be so proud. My juniors wouldn’t look up anymore. But then what is this life if you live for what others think and not what you do. I still don’t know why I am writing this. I had a level headed conversation with mom the other day. She had an alternative option for journalism and emotions and people’s stories. Civil Services. She is right. But the question is do I have it in me to work so hard. I still don’t know where I am headed.. I always went where life took me, I dream big but never put in that extra effort to change the course. Silicon jungle, the movie, puts it beautifully “pakiya is born. Pakiya did well in school. Pakiya got into IIT. Pakiya got a management job. Pakiya earned. Pakiya spent. Pakiya died.” But azeera my dear, wants to be different naah take the offbeat road

PS: This post is not for anybody to read. My blog. My frustration .My space. I write what I please.

when Aphrodite got it all wrong

The Hyderabad times quiz “How Romantic Are You?”
Please mark the option closest to your answer

1. Your idea of a perfect dinner date
A. candle light dinner at restaurant
B. dinner cooked by you with love and some wine
C. pan pizza at your favorite pizza hut outlet

2. The perfect gift
A. flowers
B. perfume
C. music cd

3. The perfect “I miss you” signal
A. missed call
B. make a call, tell him/ her how much you miss him
C. sms

4. The perfect holiday
A. hills
B. beach
C. amusement park

5. Your turn ons
A. candlelight
B. public display of affection
C. thunderstorms
Maximum As: you epitomize everything romantic
Maximum Bs: romantic however desperate too
Maximum Cs: you need help.


Heights of joblessness coupled with frustration prompted me to take the above quiz on a Thursday evening. To know the cause of my frustration readers kindly refer footnote1. Some quiz to determine how good I was at the art of falling in love. The results were equally disappointing I scored maximum Cs. Aphrodite did a poor job. I NEED HELP.
But wait I can explain myself and my choice of answers.
1. (C) pan pizza at my favourite pizza hut.
I just don’t get it. How can u sit with a guy in candlelight dude! You can’t see him properly, forget that what about lack of visibility of food. Someone remember I wear glasses. Now food cooked with love by me. That for sure would be my last date. It would definitely have loads of love and yeah loads of salt too. Pan pizza at pizza hut is the best idea babe, I love their balloons and never dying enthu of the place. I would have loved to choose (D) dinner at nanking. Nothing can beat the pleasure of staring at busy roads and cute guys who pass by ;). Someone, guess it was William Henry Davies, said it right, “What is this life if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare”
2 (C) music cd
Flowers wither away. They don’t last beyond a week my dear. And about perfume, you never get the right one, waise I do take my bath .Music CDs!!! Anytime. The re-writable ones preferably
3 (C) sms
I hate missed calls. Which dictionary in the world says missed calls= I miss you. It could very well mean, “I am bugged so let me bug you”. Ringing up. Impossible I hardly ever have the balance. SMS is the way to use your mobile especially considering the fact that airtel charges me a meager 25 paisa for a national sms. No, you don’t have to show me your teeth. I aint lending you my phone.
4 (C) the amusement park
Undoubtedly the best place for some fun, thrills and entertainment. I wouldn’t mind the other two options either. I chumma love holidaying ra!!
5 (C) thunderstorms
Candlelight!!!! Not again, told you once right. I wear glasses. PDA!!! Why should someone kissing somebody else turn me on?. I would rather have my bf give me a French one. Thunderstorms. Now that is something exciting. Hey Times, do I have an option for sarcasm or a decent sense of humour!!

I am disappointed. Pragmatic, sensible, simple ( and I am modest too!!) everything I that thought I was is suddenly replaced with “I NEED HELP”!!!!
I am single. I am bothered.
1. with friends back home asking, “What!! You are still single!!!” [ okay, I dint know it was a crime]. “ Az you have to find a guy yourself. You never can trust arranged marriages to work”
2. With a certain senior of mine popularly known by the name of a flightless bird asking me every now and then “mole, you still not married!!”. Refer footnote2 for the reason of the statement. [For the ignorant, mole is not a rodent; neither does it translate to spy. Mole means daughter in Malayalam. ]
3. I stand tall at five feet and a little less than half an inch. Finding a guy with compatible height is an impossible task. I am told to look at 8th grade kids!!!
4. With my 80 something granma reminding me and my mom every now and then, “pothu pole valuthaayi annittum oru adukala paniyum ariyilla, kurachu naal kazhiyumbol ketichu veedanulathaa”. The statement in quotes literarily translates to, “you have grown as big as a guy buffalo and you still don’t know to do anything in the kitchen, you have to get married in some time”. I dint know buffaloes knew how to cook. Waise, she should have called me an eruma right . [ for the non malli, eruma= girl buffalo, pothu= guy buffalo]
5. Topping all the above reasons. I aint romantic. I need help!!


A little of thinking over and yeah I am back to the sensible me again. I aint romantic. Big deal!!. I am still single. Bigger deal!!. But I am independent. Yippee!! I got the freedom to look at any cute, tall dark/ fair handsome guy. [Readers kindly note I am strictly against apartheid.]. I don’t have to be bothered about finding a guy, running around a tree with him and then go through the painful process of telling my parents why all of a sudden he means more to me than they who brought me up all my life. I am a free bird. Yahoo!!! [Not the internet services company. I meant yahoo as in yippee]



Foot note1: I have my engineering graphics lab on Thursday. No matter how well I do my chart the prof manages to give me 5 on 10, and tell me, “you will get a C grade. you are an ammai!! You are supposed to draw neat”. Someone please talk about gender equality. Btw ammai doesn’t mean mom. It is the telugu word for girl and yeah profs don’t lie. I did get a C

Footnote2: Muslim malayali girls especially if you have your roots in the Malabar region get married very early. I should have had two kids by now.

PS1:with due respect, I don’t belong to the age of the meanderthal man. I can’t afford to deviate in my posts. Hence the footnotes :D
PS2: thankfully I don’t remember the rest of the questions of the quiz


Disclaimer: this is not as an advertisement towards my “I am single” status.

i am an INDIAN too

1.The police verification for my passport.
Police man: “what’s your name?”
Me: “Azeera Aromal Azeez”
Police man: “Muslim?”
Me : “yes”
Policeman gives me a look that says, “You look like a hamas suicide bomber”.
Policeman : “what’s your father’s name?”
Me : “Assankhan Abdul Azeez”
Policeman: “what??”
Me: “Assankhan Abdul Azeez”
I get yet another look that says, “Sounds like Osama bin laden.”
Policeman: “which state?”
Me: “kerala”
The Policeman pastes my photo, takes my thumb impression and lets me go.
I am seriously starting to doubt if I look like Mullah Omar’s daughter.

2. My cousin in Delhi is planning to change her son’s school. Her reason: her 7 year old is teased in school coz his dad carries a mullah beard.

I love inzamam ul haq. But I love the Indian cricket team too. I am a Muslim, a non burkha wearing one. But I am an Indian too.

My supermen-2

people the world deserve to know..................



My cousin got married two years ago to a “nice, “homely”, loving” woman who takes great care of her husband and in-laws. I never attended the wedding as it was one day before my kerala CET exams. An officer with the police department he was always the less favorite, not so easily approachable cousin who neither took me out nor bought me chocolates. The two above mentioned reasons coupled with a total I-am-not-interested attitude towards family gossip made sure that I remained ignorant regarding the bride’s whereabouts. It was lately that I got to know that this new member of our family came from real poor living conditions. A fatherless girl, her siblings include a Down syndrome affected brother and three younger sisters. It was not a love marriage. He chose to give her a life coz “ I am an enforcer of the law, I deserve no right to accept dowry and violate it. Waise this way I will for sure be there in God’s good books.” During a recent family get together, the older worldly wise gentle men advised him, “Its time you start saving. Keep an eye on the future and make wise investments”. My cousin replied, “ I don’t mean any offense but at the moment I have to make sure that three young girls get married.” Today this cousin of mine is a proud father of a sweet little baby girl and my biggest awe inspiring figure. Ikka, you rock.
Thought3: I believe in angels. Something good in everything I see.

My Supermen

people the world deserve to know..................


I met an amazing auto “saaru” the other day. [Refer my previous posts for the meaning and etymology of the word. Sigh!!! You will go through my blog at least that way.] I went about bargaining and managed to lower the auto fare from Rs. five to four. [not that I want to beat uncle scrooge but then one more rupee and I can get a milkybar choo:)]. Me and my friend being the lone passengers in the auto, this guy tried to engage us in a conversation. We dint pay much heed taking it to be human tendency to flirt around with two very beautiful girls ;). As we laughed at an inside joke he said, “ when you laugh, laugh with the world. When you cry keep it to yourself”. The ‘gulti’ accent free english and the intelligence in the thought, both of which the ignorant me didn’t expect in a ‘saaru’, forced us to stop and listen. As the conversation progressed mere curiosity made us ask him his educational qualification. “ I did my graduation in industrial management, got a job in PWD. I know driving an auto may not seem dignified enough, but then this way I am able to take care of my family better.” We got down in front of the college, paid him Rs five. A small guru dakshina for a big lesson in life.
Thought1. Dignity of labour does exist. Your value education books weren’t lying.



Last summer, we climbed up the hills of munnar yet again [ why don’t parents ever get bored of the place] to beat the heat. On our way back dad, who is head our heels in love with cars [ try banging the door of ours hard] and loves to cover miles with mama happily playing the navigator, took the less taken road to come down the hills promising us breathtaking scenery. With hair pin curves it was indeed any driver’s pleasure. Half way through our journey a guy waved us to stop the car. As me and my sister looked out with curiosity and suspicion, for we could neither find an official check post nor any marvel of nature, Shajahan asked my dad on which gear he was driving the car. My dad like every other driver who took the route replied, “Third”. Shajahan smiled, “people tend to drive at 3rd and 4th gears applying brakes very frequently. As the road is very steep this causes the brakes to get heated up and leads to brake failure. Driving this way saves fuel, but then will prove costly for your life. So switch to second gear and drive slowly, applying brakes less frequently”. We looked around to realize that this guy was actually stopping every vehicle and asking them to do this. A completely voluntary task where he was being paid nothing. Overwhelmed with gratitude as dad gave him 500 bucks with the thorough knowledge that any money paid wouldn’t be enough for this noble gesture, shajahan said, “ I was a mechanic at kottayam. I once saw an accident happen on this route, someone had to do this so I chose to climb up the hill”
Thought2: altruism is not about donating Rs 5.1 million towards charity.

CHEERS!!!!!!!

a tribute to the below mentioned people

DISCLAIMER: the below written article is not for general reading .This has been written exclusively for the below mentioned people. the author expresses her sincere heartfelt apologies to all her readers and fans for the immense disappointment caused.






To the ice-cream that had to melt for 15 minutes coz you couldn’t have any of it
To every iced tea of mine you took a sip off
To every blog entry that you bothered to go through
To every time you screamed ‘chidinge’. [ I still not sure what it means]
To the ice cream I still owe you. CHEERS!!!!
Sreejith cheta, I am not gonna miss you. But my iced tea in Nescafe will.


To the immense relief I get on seeing someone with compatible height
To the 10000 word assignment that you gave, you cancelled but kozhi made me write
To the fact that you chose to be a fan of mine on orkut on my birthday
To that new "kung-fu champ" look of yours [ had i known that it would grow into such a big vrithikedu, i would have never said it looked good ;)]
To the match that India lost to Bangladesh.CHEERS!!!!
Maxlin cheta, no feelings. But what do I do for inspiration. I mean, how do I convince myself that even I can ride a two wheeler


To kutti pishachu
To my ignorance that I did not know how to expand PINCODE during RP
To my negligence that I lost the topics for floor crossing minutes before it was to start[ I still managed not to get screamed at].
To brush-in-the-mouth-painting-the-wall-task in amazing race. CHEERS!!!!
Raja cheta, the kutti is still at NITW. But what do I do without the pishachu ;-)



To the kalipaatum that you managed to adichumaatal
To that raised eyebrow and “engotta’ question every time I see you on the road
To the ability to hear it as “hi da” whenever I said “hi cheta”
To that "what happened to my sweet little juni?illness?" sms.
To the ice cream you bought sreejith chetan. CHEERS!!!!
Sivan cheta, what do i tell the kids at the convent.



To every time you kaliyaakal me becoz of my Malayalam
To the million dollar question I get every now and then, “Is that guy with long hair on the bike your senior??”
To the wonderment we juniors get on seeing you eat. CHEERS!!!!
Jayaram cheta, nitw already misses your neeti valarthiya mudi.



To the "your senior looked so cute" statement after the bhangra dance
To the " kunthavum pidichu kondu engotta?" question after my survey labs
To the fact that you were my most harmless senior during RP. CHEERS!!!
Kesav cheta, what will the girls in cse do. Where else do they look for a cuter senior.


To the awe inspiring person you have been
To that typical nadatham, nikkunna style of yours
To the typical achaayan you are.
To my pedi swapnam during RP.CHEERS!!!
Robert cheta, kerala state will never have a better achaayan [don't be bothered abt the competition my batchmates give you ;)]


To the LH ki dons
To the immense fun we had
To the patient ear you guys lend( sho samathikkanam, "how do you manage to put up with my kathi")
To the times I cried
1. my first room session (coz i was missing home)
2. my golden night( coz i was missing my RP)
3. your farewell ( coz i was already missing you guys)
To everything you have been. CHEERS!!!
Chechis,love you loads


PS: pavam nescafe it for sure will have a tough time coping up with your absence

10 things I am definitely proud of

1.My height
Vertically challenged that i am, i epitomise the fact that " sweet things definitely come in small packages"

2.My smile
Warm, genuine and worth a million dollars. I manage to show " 64 teeth in one go"

3.My haircut
The IN thing in fashion world, i spent 120 bucks for a hair cut that makes me" look like hutch puppie's twin" with my hair open.

4.My Voice
Husky, "sexy" and different. I possess the unique ability to " sound like a guy over the phone"

5,My music skills
" Would beat norah jones at the grammys". they said it rite, I ROCK

7.My math
you just can't beat me at it. Oops!! did i just count six on my fingers??

8.My sense of humour
Goofy, campy and clever. I am the " queen of PJs"

9.My friends
Wonderful, wise and wacky . My biggest asset and the bestest assortment you can possibly come across.

10.My family
Supportive, caring and the best ever. Love you loads

Footnote:
I know the article is sweet. Told you anything small is.

Toenote:
you gotta know me well to appreciate the article. Sincere heartfelt apologies to all those fans who haven't met me yet.

Nailnote:
For the ignorant, anything within quotes are utterances by great men and women

THE FUNNY WEEK

.......................................................A Peep into life@NITW

Exams at NITW is a 6 day long twice a semester affair. Affair would be an understatement. Rather, it’s a celebration. A celebration of sleepless nights, body odour, bits of paper, coffee and some studies.

Bringing before you a not to be missed vivid picture of life@nitw. With all its different hues.

Beating calligraphy experts the world over. Students at NITW flourish in the art of scribbling down important details from the text book in small bits of papers. These bits referred to as chits can be carried inside the examination hall as long as you are sure you won’t get caught. Engraving (read it as art of writing on the desk) and tattooing (the act of jotting down answers on one’s body) are other artistic skills that students here possess. Farsightedness is another innate quality to be seen in the “cream of the society”. For the ignorant soul, farsightedness is the ability to see ahead especially the paper of the person sitting ahead of you.

Andhra Pradesh State Electricity Board suffers heavy loss this one week. Considering the number of fans and lights that continue to work all night, thanks to a phenomenon called NITEOUTS. Niteouts can be defined as the physical process of staying awake all night. The ideal niteout is the condition of staying awake to study, errors due to distraction being nil. However practical realization of the concept shows people doing more of eating, dozing with books open and lights switched on, consuming liters of coffee and once in a while taking time off their TP( Time Pass) sessions to do some studying. The study of this process brings to light a major problem faced by the country today, hunger. The male species at NITW have a reliable solution to this problem, the night cafeteria. Not being so lucky, certain members of the opposite sex cursed to live in dungeons called the ladies hostel [LH] can be seen foraging for food. (Thank Heavens, I have juniors in the LH.) Juniors are younger members of the female species who readily sacrifice their food for their seniors during ragging period.

Entrepreneur, here is thy much wanted break. Business in the campus flourishes this one week. The canteen saaru in the LH, the night cafeteria and one Mr. Srinu of Srinu point does brisk business. These blessed souls do a good amount of social service providing guys@NITW with round the clock supply of cigarettes, coffee, tea and other edibles. The LH saaru does his share too by selling a large amount of lays, Kurkure, Nissin cup noodles and other “very unhealthy stuff”( to quote my mom and the latest issue of her health magazine). By the way, Saaru is the formal term of addressing the mess workers, shop keepers, auto drivers and other members of the work force, used by the students of NITW. The origins of the word can be traced back to the English word sir.

The unshaved, unkempt look is in. stinking pigs( pardon my language) who eat, sleep write exams and do everything else the entire week in the same pair of clothes frequent the college. Thank heavens, they invented the deodorant. But then what do I say about certain male friends of mine who would rather consume the 1.5 % of alcohol then let it go wasted as a chemical component in the deodorant. Hard core feminists can take pride. Women are no where behind. I quote a certain member of the female species at NITW, “ so much to learn for mechanics yaar, I dint take a bath for the past 4 days. don’t tell anyone I went for today’s exam without brushing my teeth.” For further details contact info@POKEMOiNose.com because diplomacy prevents me from naming the heroine. ( remember diplomacy is the new word for “ the act of loving one’s own life”.)

God gets real busy this one week with a long train of requisition forms to be processed, demands to be met, MoUs to be signed, deals to be finalized and bargains to be attended to. Guess he takes niteouts too, else how does he bless the suddenly devout crowd. He sure can’t ignore people like me who all of sudden pray not just the mandatory five times but also agrees to do an extra namaz for a better grade in fluid mechanics. Neither can He can turn a blind eye towards those “god fearing” friends of mine who play devotional music on their cd players or do online poojas. Poor Guy, people asking for 10 pointers when He has to slog hard to get me to work for an “all-pass” result.

Definitely the funny week, life at nitw suddenly has all elements of a family drama. Action, emotion,drama, glamour it has it all. Kyunki mera bhi exams kabhi chalta hai. Would beat Ekta Kapoor at The Indian Telly Awards.

146 and still counting

I am writing this bcoz
#1. I have run out of topics. They said it right. Engineering definitely leaves you emotionally numb, artistically void and creatively dead.
#2. The biggest source of encouragement for any budding blogger once said, “you can write about me. Its always a nice option”. I was coaxed/ threatened into it.
#3. My blog promises to “cherish lives that touched mine”. This one is touching too many lives.At least the fan count says so. And yeah promises are meant to be kept.
#4. I haven’t posted anything since august 2006. Long time. Public demand stops me from letting my blog rot and die :-D
#5. I got a real sweet testimonial. I owe one in return.
#6. This for sure is one way to get a wider readership base.

Done with the reasons. Getting back to the arduous task of writing a testimonial for a rather tough senior.

A bugs bunny look alike, here is a guy who hops [oops!!! I meant moves around] with a 1000 watt smile 24*7. Bet that helped a lot during the “load shedding” days. [load shedding is the mallu terminology for regular half an hour power cuts that existed in kerala five years back]. A piece of warning for the health conscious, this one is infectious.

A nice gentleman, “modesty is thy name” would describe him the best. A real source of encouragement, this guy actually takes the pain to read through every single blog entry of mine. Better still he is always sweet enough to leave a comment on them that too never expecting one in return. [He for sure got his Sunday school lessons right. “Love thy neighbor’s blog more than thy blog”]. Dedicated, sincere and hardworking. His record with all the clubs he works for definitely show that.

“Ten lie gone wrong can lead to banishment.(5)”. Made sense? Neither did it make any to me. Where else can you find a guy who got bored of solving cryptic crosswords and is instead now into making his own ones than at nitw? Immensely talented this guy simply plays around with alphabets to create wonders. Remember Tony SA BEST YEAH N [that’s to quote his own orkut profile]. Anyways Before I forget, the answer to the above mentioned clue is “exile”.

If there is one thing that this guy fails miserably at, then it is playing senior. Swear, his knees used to buckle up when he saw us juniors. I am not talking about the five feet me but my hefty healthy bhais[ nonNITWian read it again as batch mates from kerala] sure did scare the wits out of him. You sure cant find a senior who turns up for lawn and lake sessions with a 32 teeth and more smile. [ lakes and lawns can be defined as places where juniors can be ragged without the risk of getting caught. Sad!!! Lawns are getting unsafe these days. The watch and ward ‘saarus’ drives out anyone who gets anywhere near the lawn, Even the harmless couples who actually treat the eyes of many a frustrated desperate soul with real life reel shows (u know what I mean). Thank heavens!! They don’t run around the trees.] He actually would come and tell you after a ragging session, “ don’t feel bad, its just a part of your college life”

If pulling legs is one of your favorite sports and getting yours pulled isn’t a bad idea of pastime, then you needn’t go far. Mr. Right is right here. The guy with a huge fan following. 146 and still counting.

Phew!! that was tiring.

Standing tall at 5 ft and a little less than ½ an inch.

A meeting with friends after a real long time. Everyone was busy discussing “how time got killed during the three month long boring hols”. I proudly declared, “I cleared my driving license test”. Dropped jaw lines, popped out eyes, raised eyebrows and shattering silence. Thank Heavens, one of my good old seniors managed to gather confidence, muster courage and joked, “I know how you cleared the test. You must have stood on the seat to see ahead and jumped down each time you wanted to apply breaks or hit the accelerator. Amidst gales of laughter I tried explaining that I was tall enough to ride a car, that I dint need this ‘jump on the seat, jump down again’ superman act and that I never sit on cushions either. Vain efforts. I was subjected to a volley of questions that included, “what car do you drive”, “don’t you think you are too small for a Honda activa”, “a tricycle is anytime the best vehicle for you”. Phew! I am tired. How long can one get assaulted this badly.

If I remember things rightly or rather if I haven’t grown old enough to forget things, I would say I wasn’t always this short. I stood 13th in assembly line. 13th yaar, TWELVE of my class mates were shorter than me. I don’t intend to be superstitious but now I believe number 13 did its job. Everyone else grew up in life, I moved ahead in life( oops I meant assembly line). First place in the assembly line, cynosure of the principal’s, prefects’,captain’s eyes. One speck of dirt on my shoes and I used to get caught while the guy behind me could easily get away with unpolished shoes. Sigh!! My dukhbari kahaani[ note: my international readers read it as sad story] doesn’t end here

Ragging me in college was easy. All seniors had to do was send me to that 6ft 6inch tall senior of mine. One look from him was enough to intimidate me, to send my heart racing. I am doing my 2nd year Btech today and I giggle at the thought of getting scared of him. My ragging chronicles don’t end here. My bhais [for the non NITWian my batch mates from Kerala ] take more fun in ragging me than our juniors. Every single junior is sent to me tell me on my face that I am short. And all my great friends keep warning me to stay away from my juniors lest I get ragged by them.

Walk into any store, be it a supermarket or my favorite bookstore, somehow or the other everything I need manages to occupy the top shelf. The only advantage being you get a chance to be helped out by one of those tall dark handsome men once in a while :D(the fair ones look good too).
Ok ok I know what is running through your mind, “why in the world is this girl crying when there are an umpteen number of remedies to her little ailment. I know I have a lot of options before me.
1. Eat one of those capsules that help you grow tall. Oops problem again, none of the telebrand shows that advertise the product offer you a “if no considerable increase in height in 2 weeks,you get your money back” policy and even if they do there is no guarantee card that says you would be alive after 2 weeks to claim the money back.
2. Drink Complan everyday. I have been a complan girl all my life and I still am one. No signs of any vertical growth though.
3. Hang from a mango tree everyday. [Now where am I supposed to find a mango tree in the NITW campus?]
4. Heels. The footwear manufacturers make quite a profit out of people like me. But what do I do if platform heels make me feel like I am standing on the stool. Stilettos. Don’t ever dare to mention them to me. They make you trip down at least a 101 times a day and make you look like ‘Mr. wobbly man’ in Enid Blyton’s Noddy. And even if I manage to master the art of walking on stilettos [ I doubt I will ever do] the docs cry foul. Back pain, dislocated spinal cord.

I have lived all my life with names like Thumbelina, little Lilliputian, four footer, small wonder and a number of words in Malayalam that translate to dwarf. But someone once did say that the sweetest of things come in the smallest of packages.Guess that was the reason why I was made small. Here I am, a sweet thing :D ,with big dreams of standing tall in life standing tall at 5 ft and a little less than ½ an inch.