LIFE - As it is

It's been so long...

2011-07-05T11:13:00.004-04:00

It's been so long, since I wrote

now it's time I write a note

to myself and to those who care

who've always been there

for me when I was down

and thought prudent to drown

But No! I didn't do this crime

Cuz all I wanted to do was shine

and love those who cared 'bout me

live life to the fullest of glee

:D my first try at a poem longer than 4 lines....hehehe :D

Morning Mystery - Part 2

2011-04-03T17:22:00.015-04:00

My brother dropped me at the Cocoaplex and I saw Mike and Mona there sitting in the almost empty food court. Mike and Mona were two of my best friends from high school.

I went and greeted them. Mona jumped at me, tightly hugged me and started sobbing. I wasn't sure what to do or even say. She was crying as if she never cried before. I just looked at Mike and even he looked as puzzled as me.

I told her to get a hold of herself, "Mona, it's okay sweetie! What happened? What's going on!" I was starting to get worried. She gently let go of me. I could see her eyeliner being washed away from her tears which was rolling down her cheeks.

I wiped her tears off her face and told her to sit down. She sat beside me, while Mike was sitting on the opposite side of the table.

She couldn't stop sobbing. Watching her shed tears was no less than watching a suspense movie for me!

Worried, I asked her again, "Mona, what's wrong?!"

"He broke up with me..." she put her hands on her face to cover them.

Mike exasperatedly slammed the table, got up and turned around to stand in anger away from Mona.

"Awww. But why did he break up with you?" I asked trying to hide my anger as much as I could.

"He said he.....loved.....someone else" she couldn't stop sobbing.

"WHAT?!!!!" I tried to sound as socked as I could. That bastard loving someone else didn't come to me as a surprise at all. Some of my friends from college know the true him. I had warned Mona 2 years ago, but...

"Yea....some girl in his college. they've been going out for 6 months now..." she wiped the tears off her face and looked angry.

"So basically, he was cheating on you!" I angrily exclaimed!

Mike turned around and shouted, "WE TOLD YOU NOT TO GO OUT WITH THAT SON OF A BITCH ! BUT NO, YOU HAD TO SHOW YOUR BARBIE BLONDNESS AND GO OUT WITH KEN!!!!!"

She started sobbing again.

"Mike, it's alright. Please don't swear!" I got up and tried to calm him down.

"Why is she so f*cking dumb!" he rhetorically asked looking at her. I could see the love and care in his eyes he had for her. A true friend, he was!

Mike, the cool and quiet guy who for reason never had a girl friend. No, he wasn't gay. He played offense on the High School soccer team. He also plays offense in his University's Junior Varsity soccer team. The guys looks damn cute and handsome. Almost all the girls were head-over-heels for this guy. Who wouldn't be? Not only was he good looking, he was the best player in the Soccer team and was one of the most intelligent person I've ever met in my life. What was peculiar to me was that he never liked hanging out with the so called 'popular' kids.

He preferred hanging out with me ever since he moved from Minneapolis in 10th grade. Mona and I had been friends since 9th grade. Both Mona and I were newbies, so what better way to make friends than with the newbies!

In English class during 10th grade, Mona, Mike and I were in the same group for a group project......and that's how it all began!

He didn't really like Mona in the beginning I guess because she was a bit full of herself at times. Plus she had a crush on him in the beginning. But I guess that crush eventually died as we moved on in 11th grade. (I won't lie, I did think he was damn cute, but I never developed feelings for him, we always discussed about studies and our common interests such as watching the discovery channel, the universe, etc (except sports!)....barely any fluff stuff)

All 3 of us at least had 2 classes together the following 2 years. Then parted ways for different universities/colleges. Mike, of course, got in UPenn not because of his soccer abilities, but because his SAT was one of the highest in the school. We all get together in the summer whenever we can. And today is one of those days.

"Mike, it's alright! She's a novice...." I said looking at her. Mike looked at me and raised his eyebrow at the word novice. "You know what I mean!" I quickly replied.

"Mona, it's okay. He was a bastard anyways," I can't believe I just swore, "There are thousands of guys out there! A guy who cheats on you is neither worthy of your love nor your tears!" I continued to talk and simultaneously loosing my cool had to shout, "WIPE UR DAMN TEARS AND STOP WHINING ABOUT THAT ASSHOLE!!" I thought I sounded like a hypocrite.

The 'meant to be' story

2010-12-17T20:21:00.004-05:00

"Can we please talk?" Mr X asked Miss Z over the phone

"Buddy, we are talking. Now say whatever you have to say before I hang up the phone...I'll give you 5 minutes....I've got to call someone....quick, your time starts now!" She hurried him.

"I just wanted to say why are you doing this? Don't you love me?"

"For the last time, I DON'T LOVE YOU AND I NEVER LOVED YOU BEFORE...It was just an infatuation perhaps...." she trailed off.

"Infatuation?" disheartened Mr X couldn't think of anything else to say as it seemed like someone had stabbed a knife in his chest and pierced his heart.

"Look, I dont know how I can make this any simpler for you: I DON'T LOVE YOU! Why don't you understand this? Please leave me alone." She sounded cold enough to freeze water into ice.

"Why are you so cold towards me?" He asked softly

"Listen, I dont want you calling me because I get my phone checked by...by someone and he doesn't like seeing your name in my phone anywhere. So, please don't ever try to call, text message or even email me again."

"But...I love you!...and we made so many promises together...have you forgotten everything about us...I dont see where I went wrong...did I do something or say something...please forgive me.." his voice seemed shaken enough to sense, even through a telephonic conversation, that he was about to burst into tears.

"Listen," Miss Z started to get agitated, "It's not your fault. I just find him better. And by better, I mean in every attribute, be it looks, intelligence, cleverness, high-class family, and everything a girl can ask for. He can provide me not only love BUT fulfill every need of mine. Love is not the only thing that matters in the world anymore. There's much more to life than just love."

"I can provide you with everything you want. You just have to give me some time. We're only in our 2nd year of college. Just wait for 2 more years until I get a good job. I can earn a lot of money, and I can talk to my parents about you and we can get settled - "

Before he could say anything, she cut him off, "WHOA WHOA, WHOA!!!! Dude, 1st thing you must understand is that I will never ever be with you again because I never loved you. And I don't care whether you will get a job and good money. And anyways, his family is already rich. Within a year he graduates, he would earn WAY MORE MONEY THAN YOU CAN EVER IMAGINE IN YOUR LIFE!...."

"So all you care about is money!" He spoke to himself rather than to her, "FINE!" and he hung up the phone!

He never called her, emailed her or text messaged her again. Although they went to the same college, he never looked at her once again in his life.

10 YEARS LATER

Miss Z, now Mrs Z, married to her husband - her long time boyfriend, for whom she had ditched Mr X years ago - lives in their 3 bedroom luxurious apartment.

One fine day, she goes to the farmer's market to buy groceries and sees a woman her age (we'll call her Ms Y picking out tomatoes). She too goes there and starts picking out tomatoes. They have a friendly conversation and Mrz Z invites Ms Y to her house for a cup of coffee. Ms Y agrees and after shopping, they both go to Mrs Z's apartment. Both sit down and talk about vegetables and how expensive each and every food item has become (typical womanly topic for conversation i suppose....)

After some times, the TV is turned on, and they both see a man being interviewed on television. Mrs Z's face went pale. It was Mr X. The business tycoon of ABC Ltd.

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The interviewer: So far, we have asked you professional questions, if you don't mind, I would like to ask a few questions about your personal life and get to know about you as much as we can since you rarely make any public appearances.

Mr X: (smiles and nods)

The interviewer: "Behind every successful man, there is a woman." What are your thoughts on this?

Mr X: In my case 3 women! (laughs)

The interviewer: 3? My God! Please do explain, I'm sure our viewers are eager to find out.

Mr X: My mother, who always told me to do the right thing and try to be the best I can, without trying to overshadow or being a horse in a race.

Then a woman, girl at that time, who made me realize that love was not ample to win a girl's heart over, it's money that plays the big role. 'If you have money, then you definitely will have the honey!"

But all that wrong perception I had got from her changed when I met my wife. She is the one who completely changed my life around for the betterment. After meeting her, I once again realized that money isn't everything, of course it is needed for one's survival in the world, but more than that, you need love. Love that cannot be bought by money.

The Interviewer: So how did you and your wife meet?

Mr X: I met her when I was coming back from a meeting. ABC Ltd. had recently started and I was still travelling in economy class as I was miser and wanted to save every penny I could. (smirks)

When we talked, I found out that she had given her first class seat to an elderly woman who had some leg problems. When I asked her why did she do such a thing, she said it was alright. She loved helping others and it gave her immense pleasure and happiness to see someone else smile. I was really confused at that point whether she was a woman, or an angel in disguise.

(The interviewer looks at him in awe and Mr X went on...)

The one line that she said to me on that trip which completely made me shocked was: "Nothing is ever greater in the world than love. One thing that money can't buy is love....so, if you find love from anywhere, anytime and anyone, grab it. And if you can give love to anyone, anywhere, and anytime give as much as you can!" She had smiled and I was in love!

(Both the interviewer and Mr x smiled and after a pause, Mr x spoke....again...)

And you know what the funny thing is? She's a consultant. (he laughs) When I got to know her more, I found out she loved cooking...(his cheeks went cherry-red)

The interviewer: Has that changed?

Mr X: (smiles) No. She still cooks food. She buys groceries herself, cooks food for everyone

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Ms Y suddenly got up with her eyes popped out and said, "speaking of groceries and cooking food, I should go home and start cooking dinner. My husband should be coming back from work anytime soon and he likes eating food cooked only by me."

Mrs Z smiled and bid farewell to Mrs Y, who then sprinted out of the apartment.

Mrs Z sat down again to gaze at the interview of Mr X, whom she had ditched. Today, he is successful, more successful than her husband. The interview continued...

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The interviewer: So, we have knows so much about this wonderful lady in your life, may we know her name?

Mr. X: Certainly. Her name is Ms Y. (smiles with a gleam in his eyes)

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Mrs Z was shocked to hear that name...she just kept gazing at the TV screen.....the same lady who was in the farmer's market...buying tomatoes....who came to have a simple cup of coffee with her....was the wife of a rich and successful man Mrs Z had ditched for money years ago. Where is he now and where is she now...He has a bungalow, ample servants....and yet this lady comes to the farmers' market to buy vegetables and cooks food herself, rater than servants cooking food.....

Thinking all this Mrs Z sighed and all of a sudden her husband came in and looking at Mr X he exclaimed "Hey, that's my boss!" with a smile on his face like a child.

Fate!....

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BLOGGER'S LAST REMARKS/ P.S.

I wrote this in July...just never had the chance to complete it...so finished it off today
Home food is too tasty .....Neha's getting fatter day by day...
Please do leave comments. Thanks :)
PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I should be studying...

2010-12-09T03:35:00.019-05:00

Yea, that's right. I should be studying right now since I have a final exam in like 4 hours!....Funny, I didn't even start reading any chapters yet...ha ha ha....Oh Economics, why must thou f*ck everyone up?

Well, thanks a lot Economics! Anyways, I was reading a book for my Ethics in Finance course, and I enjoyed reading it (no, im not being sarcastic). It wasn't a course book with dry dry dryyyyyyyyy material. This was just like a nonfictional informative funny-humorous take on the credit crunch/credit crisis that took place during 2007-2008. So why am I telling you this? Well, since I was talking about economics, the author mentions that economic theories only work in theory, not good for any practical sense anyways (how true!). And so are the formulas derived by the 'Quants' (as he puts it for Mathematicians) for econ. Basically, he's saying -in my own interpretation - Economics is simply bullshit!....well, that's what i'd like to say to finance too, and everything else in life. This can be another topic which can be discussed separately.

Anywhoooo....and the biggest sham of all formulas in econ I believe is the money supply formula.

This is how it works: Suppose you're the bank and I'm a consumer. I give you $100 as a deposit. Now, that money is ur liability to me (This is why you see debit and credit differently in your bank statement)...Anyways, now you as the bank want to make money off of that $100 that you just got from me (of course u wanna make $$$, right?)....so you keep $10 to yourself ('fractional reserve banking' its called.....i call it SHIT!)) and lend the $90 to someone else. Now, that person will go to some other bank, say Bank2 and deposit $90 there. Bank 2 keeps $10 and loans the $80 to someone else. So money has been created....ooo...aaaa...MAGIC!!!....100+90+80 = 270. (of that 270, 170 was created by the Banks)....Amazing eh? Just from that $100, banks have created 270 dollars..... AND IT CONTINUES....And this, ladies and gentlemen, how money is created. Amazing eh? (now im being sarcastic) TOTAL SHAM I SAY!....Money is not 'created'...it's just borrowed, loaned and used and borrowed used and loaned and so forth...The only time, I believe, when money is 'created' is when the govt prints money. Of course, that's not feasible all the times, since printing too much money leads to inflation....and yea...Economics is fun, i tell ya!!!...Actually, it can be pretty interesting, but at times, it's all the same freakin thing, SUPPLY AND DEMAND....SUPPLY AND DEMAND...SUPPLY AND DEMAND!!!!!....with an equilibrium, of course.....only if life had a balancing equilibrium.....**SIGH**

Back to studies, I suppose. Hello Economics. Oooo...it's my last exam for the semester :D hoooraaayyyy!!!!!!!!!!!!!.......

Yipppeee... :D :D :D I can finally sleep properly after my exam...given that these neighbors of mine stay quiet and not chuckle loudly!!!....Even I chuckle inside my head sometimes hearing one of the girl chuckle sooooooooooooo loudly in high pitch voice.... haaa haaaaa haaaaaaahhh!!! (laugh like this in a high pitch loudly....it'll sound hilarious :P)...lol....or as Iku Miku says: lolwa :D hehehe :)

I get to go home soon!!!!!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D Joy to my world, the day will come, let me reach home soooon.....joy to my world (joy to the world....i'm so in the Christmas spirit now! :D)

Oh here are some pictures I took of Downtown Toronto :D (with the shitty camera of my shitty cell phone....)...'Tis the jolly time of Christmas :D ....Dear Santa....(errrr....maybe in the next post).... :P lolwa :D

The most recent one I took in the morning...they added some reindeer and nutcrackers.....looks much better in the night tho... :-/

P.S. I just realized I made so many mistakes.....aghhh...i cant keep my eyes opened.....maybe I should just go and read for my final exam.....[Note: reading is different than reading and comprehending]....let me visually demonstrate what I mean:

Randomness - again

2010-10-06T23:48:00.005-04:00

Wow, it's been a looooooooooong time since I wrote a blog post. I guess I was too lazy to write anymore...lol...

Since I can't come up with any topic, here are some random thoughts: (read it at ur own leisure time)

Currently listening to maine dil sey kaha dhoonhd laana khushi from an obsolete movie called Rog(which I have not seen) starring the talented Mr Irrfan Khan!....oh shit!....wait...the song is over! darn! now playing in my windows media player is Lucky boy...jaane kaun banega mera lucky boy!...from Bachna Ae Haseeno. Nonsense movie!!!!!!

Oh, in case you wanna listen to these songs, lemme go find them on youtube....no...i dont wanna. Go find it yourself....yea that's right, move some of those darn muscles. Wait!!!! not right now....wait until you finish reading my blogpost :D oh and dont forget to leave a comment....hehehe :D

Anyways,

So Commonwealth games going on New Delhi... Kewl! Don't care! :) I have better things to do....dont ask what!

Oh now, my song is chand mera dil. :D It's one of my absolute all time favs :D hehehe... :D

Shit! I should be studying :O :O :O

ugh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!....

Adios Amigos :D

WHAT?????? Did I just waste your time by making you read my good-4-nothing blogpost? :-/

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! :D lol....jk....I'll try to continue the story of Riya 'Morning Mystery'. In the meanwhile, you can read that blogpost. It's quite interesting....hopefully :)

You can read it here: http://neham18.blogspot.com/2009/08/morning-mystery.html

Enjoy :)

Peace!!!!

oh and PLEASE DO LEAVE COMMENTS! THANKS! :)

Dear God...I'm stressed

2010-05-19T00:41:00.007-04:00

Dear God,

I dont want to talk to you. I'm very angry at you, it's only because of my frustration and stress that I have been experiencing lately. I know it's not your fault, but you could help me out, you know. It's not like I ask you for things every single day. I rarely ask you for anything. :(

I just want you to sort this problem out ASAP!!!!!!! (hopefully by Thursday evening)

How can you let me be stressed over this little situation? I am crying over this little thing....how in the world is this possible? How can you let me suffer like this??? Do you know how it feels like to be stressed out and be frustrated and all those anxious feelings you get when you experience this sort of thing? But then again, how would you know what's it like to be stressed out :( You live a stress-free life up there in your heavenly abode...nothing to worry about...letting the world run on its own....But making Neha suffer over this little thing, you just enjoy doing that, dont you?

Okay, okay, I'm Sorry! :(

I know I say and do silly and stupid things sometimes due to which you angry at me, but that's no reason for you to punish me like this. I dont want to be stressed out and cry over this little sproblem :(

It's just not me....this is not me. I dont cry over little things like this that stress me out....

Please, please, please, God, if you can hear my tiny little plead then PLEASE HELP ME!

I beg you, on my knees (upset and crying) with my hands folded together, to solve this problem and let me be free of this stress and frustration and worry and anxiety (etc.) that is currently residing in me.....PLEASE!!! :( :( :(

I would gratefully be thankful to you, as always, and more, if this problem gets solved ASAP!...

Waiting to see a miracle happen from your side. Please show me that there are such things as miracles that exist. Please don't let me down. :(

Rest is fine. Hope things are well with you (ideally, it should be, right?....unless there's some problem. You can always share your problems with me, you know. I'm always here for you! Just like how you are always here for me! :) And I know you will be here for me to listen to my current problem and help me solve it ASAP! :) )

Sincerely, truly and lovingly yours,

Neha Misra

p.s. Sorry for any grammatical and/or spelling errors.

Shopping and Marriage...

2010-03-20T22:10:00.028-04:00

Meri pyaari maate, aap mujhe kyun sataate? Yes, she does bug me; she does nag me. I love it :)

Anyways, Who doesn’t?!?! We all love our respective mother, but there are certain things you’d wish she wouldn’t do or say. I love whatever mom says or does, but there are certain things I seriously wish she’d stop doing and talking about it. They are the following:

Taking me for apparel shopping
Marriage

1^st : Apparel Shopping

Every time I’m back in USA, my mom always nags me for apparel shopping. If there’s one thing that I detest in life, it's cloth shopping. Tell me to go grocery shopping with you; I would happily love to go, but cloths shopping no way!!!! Time killer! It’s a total time killer!

Let me try to exemplify:

You go in the store, search for shirts, find one that you like (limited by price tag) try it on…..oh darn, it doesn’t fit you…you look fat in it….something or the other!....somehow it just looked good on the hanger on display…so never mind…Let’s put this back on the rack = waste of time!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is worse when you have wasted so much time picking out quite a few shirts after shuffling through gazillion shirts and then try them on one by one, only to find out after trying that it was a wasteeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!! WTF!!!! Why would I waste my time like that?

Okay, maybe it’s just me! Perhaps cloths don't like me that much?!...IDK!!!! Whatever!!!!

Oh, now the shoes. I can never find anything that I like. If I do like something, again I’m restricted by the price tag (I myself make that a restriction to refrain myself from spending too much money on buying expensive stuff that I could otherwise save....YES, I'M A MISER!!!! lol...)
It’s not that dad wouldn't pay for a shoe that I'd like to buy, which might be a bit overpriced, it’s just that I don’t wanna waste money on some crappy cloth or shoe/sandal that I wouldn't feel comfortable wearing. I too wanted to buy winter boots, but haven’t bought it cuz I didn't find one that I could buy, not cuz of the price (that's a secondary excuse), but mainly due to the reason that some were crappy, or too fancy looking, and worse of all….most had HEELS!!!! Gosh!! I always wonder how people walk in them, esp in those pencil tip heels. It always amuses me to see girls walk in them, and that too in snow….simply astounding!!!!!!

Mom was very disappointed in me that I didn’t find any snow boots this winter…again! My third consecutive year without any snow boots. Yey!!!!! Just one more year…just one more year!!!!!! Lol…

That’s my disliking of shopping!!!! Well, it’s not like I totally detest it. I mean, I have to do apparel shopping. It’s one of the basic survival necessities of life. So I only do it when mom nags me to, otherwise, when in Toronto, Neha only does grocery shopping! :) And this is one shopping that I love doing! :D hehehehe…

2^nd: Marriage

Here’s what I have noticed about any parent worrying about: marriage of their growing up children (of course when they reach that marriageable age, esp that of a girl…)

I, being a girl, (surprise, surprise!!! lol...) should not be worrying about marriage at this age, but my mom does…A LOT!)

Here’s what mom says: “Padh lo beta padh lo…kyunki ab tumhaara chehra dekh kar toh koi tumse shaadi karne waala hai nahi, isliye acche se padho…khoob mann laga ke padho!"

…I love it how she motivates me to study now.
Before it used to be just 'study beta study’…now it’s ‘study otherwise no one will marry you.’

(This whole conversation sounded funnier and much better when I had this conversation with my mom in Bhojpuri...)

Here’s another incident that happened when I was at home in India this June:

One of my buas (one of dad’s younger sisters), who resides in Mumbai, was telling me about a guy who lives in Mumbai, he’s in the Navy, his sir name is Pandey and blah blah blah….Who cares!!!! Does it look like I want to get married at this age? C’mon!!

Here’s what I told her:

1^st of all, I don’t want to marry.

2^nd: I’m only in my 3^rd year of Undergraduate studies.

3^rd of all, I don’t want to marry a Pandey. Why should I marry a Pandey, Shukla, Dwivedi or Tiwari? Find me a ‘Misra'...I don’t want to change my last name! Do you know how much of a hassle it is for a girl after her sir name changes? Every document will need to be reissued…oh, on top of that, time and waste of money!!!!! So it’s better to marry someone with the same sir name so that the hassle could be kept at minimal, if not be totally obliterated.

This whole conversation, of course, was in Bhojpuri…Pure Eastern UPian Bhojpuri. She could not help but pull my cheeks and do the 'cootchie-cootchie-koo'!!! Oh my cheeks!!! :D lol :)

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BLOGGER'S LAST REMARKS/ P.S.

HAPPY NAVRATRI! :)
Just to clearify something form the previous post: No one ever taught me how to dream well. I always knew how to dream, and that too, well!!!!...It's just people were too busy being contemptuous towards me to notice the potential of my imagination!!!!
On a happier note, I talked to my janau 2day! :) She finally went to sleep after both of us got scolded...I got scolded on phone, of course :P lol...miss ya a lot...and luv ya dheeer saara :) Say hi to Mr. 'Eddie the Teddie' from me :)
Exams, group projects, and essays are never ending!!!!!!
Mid-term on Wednesday; need to read 7 chapters in 3 days! FUN FUN FUN!!!!!!
Consulting Management project = killer!!!!!!!!!!....This better pay off in the future...else!!!! GRRRR!!!!!
FOCUS NEHA, FOCUS!!!!!!!! ACCIO BRAINPOWER!!!!!!! (in desperate need for this to study for my mid-term)
Please excuse errors in this post as it was written in haste since I need to study study study....else no one will marry me! :( Oh the agony :P
PLEASE DO LEAVE COMMENTS! :) THANKS! :)
PEACE OUT!!!!!!!

Jab They Met...Again!

2010-02-24T23:08:00.008-05:00

"Hey bhagwaan....itni badi line toh bhagwaan ke mandir mein bhi nahi lagti jitni badi yahaan shaadi mein khaana khaane waalo ki lagi hai!" Shikha, who was standing beside me in the queue, rolled her eyes impatiently.

"Tu mandir bhi jaati hai?" Anshika, standing behind me, sacastically asked her.

"Haan, kal abhi main pehli baar gayi thi na di aur aapke saath" Shikha replied looking back and gave her a shot eyes, and then turned around to look frustratingly in the front of the line - where ever that was. It seemed as if the line was not moving at all.

"Why are we standing in line?...Hum guest thodi na hai jo hume line mein khada hona pade, woh bhi KHAANE KE LIYE!!!..." I exclaimed as if I were a politician giving a lecture on fundamental rights and freedoms.

"Shreya theek kehti hai," Anshika agreed and look exasperated as she spoke to Shikha, "Shikha, tu bhi na, hume befaaltu mein yahaan kheech kar laayi..."

Shikha took a quick deep sigh and replied, "Di, agar hum room mein khaana mangwa legne toh ladke mujhe dekhenge kaise?" I could not help but admire her bubbly character, which was clearly depicted by her wink to me after she had finished the sentence.

"Tujhe?...toh fir HUM YAHAAN PAR KYUN HAIN?" Anshika's frustrated voice was starting to turn into anger.

I could not help but giggle. "Hey...almost our turn to grab the plate....Oh Lord! Matar paneer...Aalu gobhi ki sookhi sabji...yumm!!!!"

"Pehle starters then main dish and finally dessert!" Anshika's eyes sparkled looking at the food ahead.

"Wait!" Shikha looked astonished, "I thought you were on a diet!..." she retorted looking back at Anshika behind us.

After rolling her eyes, Anshika started to speak more to herself than to us, "Today is an exception, my dear. It's my best friend's wedding!..." Ohoo...like we didn't know!..."Wait...hang on..." she had received a call on her zombie phone..."Hello?....oh hey!...kidhar hai tu?..."

We called it the zombie phone as she always has her phone on silent mode. Yeh baat ki kab usse koi call karta hai ya toh bhagwaan jaane ya fir khud wahi!

"Di, there's a really cute and handsome guy talking on the phone and looking over here at us..." Shikha nudged me with her elbow to look away from the food line to the guy...

"Who cares!!!!!!" I really did not want to look as food was more important to me than looking at some guy glaring at us while talking on his phone, and "...he's making his way towards us...!" Shikha was now on self-talk spree...."aaaaaaa....he's coming!" She could not hold her excitement and Ansikha was also attending a call.

Grrrr!!!...Why was I here? One was behind me talking to someone on the phone (done talking I suppose) the other was talking to herself and nudging me with her elbow just to -- "OUCH!!! Shikha mujhe nahi dekhna kisi - " I looked on my left and was frozen!!!!!! "- PARAG!!!..." Ansikha and Shikha both looked at me and then at Parag and back at me and back at Parag, who was smiling at me and I could not help but smile back at him! :)

"WHOA!!!! You two know each other?" Anshika asked with amazement. I didn't know whether she asked me or him as I was lost in Parag's smile, his beautiful smile.....Oh beautiful heaven!!!! Where were thou for all these years?

"Hi Shreya!" Oh Lord, his voice!!...His deep charming voice that could floor any girl, or a guy for that matter. AAAHHHH!!! I'm becoming weak, oh no!...Be calm and strong Shreya, be calm and strong!!!!

"Hey!..." I wanted to jump at him and hug him, but...Control Shreya, control! All I did was convert my zeal of jumping at him and giving him a hug into a huge smile on my face trying not to look like an idiot.

"Wait, tum dono ek doosre ko jaante ho?" Anshika asked again as she wasn't answered earlier for the same question.

"Obviously, Madam Einstein, if they know each other's name, they're bound to know each other!" Shikha snarled at Anshika. "But how do YOU know him?" Shikha asked Anshika and without waiting for an answer she quickly turned to Parag and put her right hand forth to shake his hand, "Hi, I'm Shikha Pandey."

Parag looked away from me to shake hands with Shikha, without a change in his facial expression, he sweetly shook her hands and responded, "Hi, I'm Parag." I can tell you for sure what Shikha had been thinking in her mind at that moment: 'I'm never washing my hands ever again!!!' Yea, that's Shikha there for you. A complete cartoon character in her own peculiar way, but that's the best thing about her personality.

"You guys know each other?" Ansikha looked from Parag to me.

I nodded with the slightly reduced smile on my face, but the zeal was still sparkling inside me.

"We were class mates for 4 years, from 7th until 10th." I was telling and moving along the line.

"Oh!"Anshika and Shikha both got a satisfying answer which, for some reason, didn't sound too appealing to them.

"Do logo ke baad humaari baari hai plates grab karne ki." Shikha kept moving at the flow of the line's pace.

"Parag, tumhe nahi khaana?" Anshika asked Parag.

Before he could answer the question, Shikha while grabbing the plate asked, "Aap iss cheez ko kaise jaante hain?" referring cheez to Anshika.

Before he could answer, Anshika replied back, "Yeh iss CHEEZ ke maama ka beta hai!" She grabbed the plate as well.

"Ooooo!!!" Shikha tried to sound tacky, but clearly she was excited to be standing to someone like Parag, who was just standing, trying not to look too embarrassed in the presence of 3 girls at a marriage ceremony. The poor guy's nature was shy anyways, and when he's around someone like Shikha, how can he not be. "Di, are you not going to grab a plate?" Shikha nudged me again.

"Ohhh," I got out of the line and stood beside Parag, "tum dono kha lo, main baad mein khaoongi."

"kyun?" Anshika legitimately queried as she grabbed cucumbers and carrots from the salad bar.

"I haven't talked to Parag," trying not to look into his eyes, I quickly looked up at him and continued to speak to Anshika and Shikha, "...tum log khao, main baad mein kha loongi." I smiled and looked at Parag straight into his eyes, which I should not have done.

They both agreed and kept moving along the line to get their food.

Parag and I walked to a distant place where our voices would not be heard by both of them.

"So, how are you?" He looked at me with a query full of face. This is definitely not what he wanted to ask me at first.

"Fine, and yourself?" I smiled and tried not to give away that I knew his intentions to query me.

"I'm also fine. So how are you here...? I mean when did you come to India?" Here we go!

"The bride, Shivani, is my mausi's elder daughter." I looked at the jaimaal stage.

"Oh" his tacky reply was a clear depiction that he could care less how I was related to the bride, or better, how I was even here, all he cared was that I WAS THERE!

"Are you here with Anshika? And you never told me you had another bua whose daughter's name was Anshika." I started getting speculative as he had told me before he only had one bua who's daughter was younger than him.

"Cousin bua....just like how you have so many cousin buas. I have one cousin bua. But I'm not here with her, I found out she was going to be here just couple of days before." He smiled.

"Oh!...So how exactly are you here? ladko waalo ki taraf sey ho? Shakti ke friend ho?...nahi, Shakti tumhara friend kaise ho sakta hai, tum Delhi ke, woh Lucknow ka, impossible. Toh tum ladko waalo ki tarf sey hoge...hai na?....OH! By the way, Shakti Shivani didi aur Shikha ka bhai hai" why was he staring at me as if he was about to burst into laughter?

"Tum bilkul nahi badli" he controlled his laughter but kept smiling. "Main tumhaari didi-ke husband-ke-bhai-ka-dost hoon. Remember Chirag, my roomie from 1st year?"

"Oh....that's Chirag? Shit!...maine toh recognize hi nahi kiya...ek hi baar toh dekha tha usse woh bhi ek photo mein...he looks differnt now lekin tum nahi badle...same height, same face, same voice, same smile, and same hair....but ek baat alag hai..." my enthusiastic tone turned in a speculative tone again.

"Yea? And what is that?" he asked eagerly.

"I've always preferred you in a t-shirt than in a shirt, except in the school uniform, but today is something different, with the baby blue tieeeee....or maybe I'm just in a delusional state right now..." I tried to control my laugh.

"Yea?" he raised his eyebrows, I nodded with a smile.

He continued, "Hmm..and maybe I'm in a delusional state right now too, thinking that today you're looking the most beautiful I have ever seen you."

"Ahaan!" I exclaimed, "And exactly how many times have you seen me with casual cloths?"

"Well, I'd say a total of about 10 to 15 days I suppose, including the 3 day rendezvous we had 4 years ago in Delhi." he recalled our meeting when I had come back to India after 4 years back then.

We both chuckled and could not help but show our grins to each other, but he spoke and when he speaks in his deep yet charming and sexy voice...OH LORD!!!!....especially when he gives you a compliment, you can not help but be on cloud 9.

"But seriously, you look really beautiful, as always!!! And as I said before, the most beautiful I have ever seen you..." his eyes, oh lord!!! I chuckled and and said, "thanks. You yourself don't look bad either," Oh, maybe I should not have said that or maybe I did the right thing since all he said was a sweet little appreciative thanks as he knew my hidden intention of a compliment behind that remark. Why did he know me so well back then?

I smiled back at him and we kept smiling at each other. There was an awkward pause for some seconds while we roved our eyes around before I asked him, "So, how's your girlfriend, kya naam tha uska, Varsha, if I may recall her name correctly," I sounded trailing off pretending to recall his girlfriend's name.

"Does it matter?" he asked calmly.

"Okay," I shrugged, "if you don't wanna tell, then it's fine."

"Right, I don't wanna tell as you never told me anything in these 4 years."

"Arrey, Kya bataati?"I asked in puzzlement.

"Kuch bhi Shreya, anything!!!" he insisted.

"Anything! Really Parag! Anything?" I retorted and continued talking, "Whenever I told you anything, you always found it boring, whether it was me telling you what I had bought for sabji on a specific day, or what I'll be doing for the rest of my day, or even what I didn't do. Ab jab back then you didn't find anything I told you interesting, then do you really think I'll even bother telling you anything?" I hope all this was going in his brain because I swear to God I would have slapped him if we were not here at a wedding ceremony; and after being slapped he would've just taken my hand and have me slap him more. Such an idiot he is! :)

"Toh? Ab boring tha toh kya karta sun ke? Tumhaari tarah boring cheeze mujhme interest nahi daal sakti ki main unhe suno aur apna time waste karu! Aur tumhaare paas toh kuch interesting hota bhi nahi tha batane ke liye...'I brought aalu today...I will take out the garbage today...I will study after talking to you...I made chai, will you drink?...KAISE PEETA CHAI, SHREYA?" I don't understand how this guy can shout under his breath and still sound cute and adorable.

"Dimaag sey! Aur waise bhi, you don't drink chai!!!"I growled at him with a smile.

"Yea, exactly, so it didn't matter what you made there, Shreya. Chai or coffee, I couldn't drink it. If you had been here....or I would have been there, then...." he sighed deeply and continued, "Well, it doesn't matter. Now I'm here and standing in front of you. But you didn't even care to tell ME that you're back in India. Fine, we were not talking, we never called each other for 4 years, never sent an email to each other, never nothing for 4 damn years!!!!..." he paused to inhale some air fromm talking nonstop rapidly - were we not talking about him and his girlfriend? - and he continued, "...There was nothing about you coming to India on your Orkut status either." Now he started to sound like he was going to lose his cool and yell at me any moment now.

"Parag, I'm not going to make an announcement to everyone that I'm coming to India!" I said as calmly as I could.

He sighed again, "...you could've at least told ME, Shreya" he pointed to himself exaggerating the word me.

I looked at him with a blank face and glared right into his eyes, but he jerked his head around to look away from my eyes. I kept looking up at him. Finally, when he looked back into my eyes, I replied, "Parag, there was no point in telling you, meri shaadi pakki ho gayi hai..."

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Long post. I know! :) Kya karu...mann kar raha tha. Bahut dino sey this was in rough mode. 2-3 din sey prototype mein gaya, and then aaj jaake finally....phew!!!!
All characters and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person or incident is just a mere coincidence!
I WOULD LIKE TO THANK GOD FOR PROCESSING MY REQUEST FROM LAST POST! THANK YOU, GOD! :) I LOVE YOU! :)
I have my Critical Thinking exam tomorrow and I have not studied a bit! Henceforth begins my all-night 'studying' quest! I'm so excited!!! yipppeee!!!! :D
I Guess this means more tea for me ;) hahahhaa
DO LEAVE A COMMENT! :) PEACE!
Au revoir!

A Letter to God

2010-02-16T17:08:00.007-05:00

Dear God,

I know you must be busy in your life. But I'm sure you have some time to read a small letter from a young girl...me!...
Why must I go through so much pain in life? Why can't all this pain be postponed for next birth of mine? Why can I not have at least some happiness for some time, if not quite often? Why must I suffer physical pain, and shed tears for the emotional pain that I go through? Why can I not bear the pain? Why can I not accept reality as it is and understand that life goes on? Why must I keep igniting hope every so often? Why can I not just press a 'DELETE' button for some obsolete memories and dreams?...Why?....Why?...and Why?

***SIGH*** Well, those are my rants.

On a happier note, I'm at home. Enjoying the home cooked food. Just didn't enjoy today, as I was fasting. No salt....Why on this day the devotee's not allowed to eat salt, whereas on other fasting days one can intake salt?...So unfair it is, God. Ah-ha! I see now, you're just a little upset because I didn't invite you to eat Samosa-chola on Saturday, or Dosa on Valentine's day this Sunday, right?...okies, I'm sorry! :) next time I will not commit this silly mistake....I promise! Pinky swear! By the way, thank you for everything else that I have not ranted about above in the previous paragraph :)

I have filed an application of a request-form for you to postpone my mid-term this Monday until next week. I would highly appreciate it if the application would get expedited :)

That's all for now...I will file some more complaints later. Right now, I'm too sleepy after eating sevai made by mom :) yum!!!!

Rest is fine. Hope ALL IZZ WELL with you! :) Lots and lots (times infinity) of love to you! ♥

Sincerely, truly and lovingly yours,

Neha Misra

P.S. Sorry for any spelling and/or grammatical errors.

Disappointments

2010-01-08T05:28:00.028-05:00

Disappoitnments...more and more.

One quite often in his or her life feels disappointed at either with his or her own self or at someone else. But, why do we feel disappointed? Answer: expectations.

We quite often expect a lot from life, not just from ourselves, but also from others. And when these expectations are not achieved, we become disappointed. I personally don't know which is worse, from own self or from others...on second thought, I do...

Have I ever ever felt disappointed because of myself or others? Duh! Of course, I have!!!!...But not to the extent where I go cursing myself or at others for days and days...it's just transitory. The phase for me doesn't last for long. But I think...in fact, I'm sure, when others get disappointed by me, their phase of disappointment prolongs enough to hurt me not only mentally, but emotionally as well. What's the difference, you ask?

For me, being hurt mentally means it will last for a short period of time that when I wake up in the morning, it will not have that big of an effect on my daily activities. Whereas, being hurt emotionally will not only have substantial effects on my daily tasks, but also will haunt me in the long run, which is horrific I tell ya!!!!!

Well, I've been a disappointment!!!...and it hurts...badly....mentally and emotionally! :(

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A short post after a while....I have so many unfinished ones, but too lazy to finish them!..I just finished this one 5 days after initiating it....(wanted to publish this post yesterday, but decided to prolong its publication for a day!...why? idk!!! don't ask!)
I HAVE READ NEWSPAPER 2DAY AFTER SUCH A LOOOONG TIME!!!(bookworms sniff books, i sniff newspapers! ^_^ )
HAPPY NEW YEAR! (too late to wish? I think not!)
Back in Toronto, classes started! So far, I enjoyed 2 of my classes :) Ethical Leadership prof is awesome (altho I will at some point get confused about the material she'd be teaching due to her accent!...)
PHONE BILL: what to say....I'm gonna go bankrupt! :(
Please do leave a comment!...PEACE OUT!

Managerial Mishaps

2009-11-30T12:46:00.005-05:00

The manager of a large corporation got a heart attack, and the doctor told him to go for several weeks to a farm to relax.

The guy went to a farm, and after a couple of days he was very bored, so he asked the farmer to give him some job to do.

The farmer told him to clean up all of the cow manure. The farmer thought that to somebody coming from the city, working the whole life sitting in an office, it will take over a week to finish the job, but for his surprise the manager finished the job in less than one day.

The next day the farmer gave to the manager a more difficult job: to cut the heads of 500 chickens. The farmer was sure that the manager will not be able to do the job, but at the end of the day the job was done.

The next morning, as most of the jobs in the farm were done, the farmer asked the manager to divide a bag of potatoes in two boxes: one box with small potatoes, and one box with big potatoes.

At the end of the day the farmer saw that the manager was sitting in front of the potatoes bag, but the two boxes were empty.

The farmer asked the manager, "How is that you made such difficult jobs during the first days, and now you cannot do this simple job?"

The manager answered: "Listen, all my life I've been cutting heads and dealing with crap, but now you ask me to make decisions!"

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Reference: I took this from some website...not my own creation! :) just wanted to clear that up otherwise it would be plagiarism...
just 1 more week until Final Exams commence....
just 18 more days until im home!
just....GRRR!!!! psych essay due on Wednesday (worth 30%) ...i haven't even started on it yet! GO MEEEEE! ^_^
do leave comments (even tho it's my own creation) :)
PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Morning Mystery

2009-08-14T09:36:00.034-04:00

"Riya, chai" said a sweet voice coming in my room.

"hmmmm" came out a morning grunt from my mouth, "Good morning, mom," I said with a smile on my face, eyes still shut.

"Good morning." mom said as she put the tea down on my bedside table where my mini-laptop had been lying in sleep mode.

"Thanks for the tea, mom," somehow, I always manage to open my eyes by the time I say thank you.

"hmmm..." she acknowledged my thanks but sort of dosed off to the window as if it was pulling her to look out from it, even though it was closed.

She reached the window and opened the curtains. "Aghhhhhhhh, I'm gonna go blind!" i exclaimed shutting my as the sun's bright light rays entered my room through the window. How I hated my window being in that direction.

As soon as I put the blanket over my head again, there was a beep from my cell phone.

"Kiska phone hai?" mom asked

"what? phone call?" I threw the blanket off of my face and picked up my phone that lay beside my mini-laptop and looked at the text message that I had received, "No, it wasn't a phone call. It's a text message from Mona." I told mom as she had asked whose phone call it was. She sometimes cannot differentiate between the ringtone of my call and that of the text message as they're both almost the same, I think.

She sighed and left the room expressionless. I just smirked at her figure leaving the room, and she knew exactly why I had done that without even looking back to see what my reaction would be after her sighing. She never likes it when I get 'too' technical with her, especially when it comes to phones and laptops. I waste, according to her, too much time on the Internet and texting. Addiction, you see! ;)

I grabbed the tea she had put beside my mini-laptop and took a sip of it. HEAVEN!!!!! I was in Heaven! Mom makes the best morning tea. But when it comes breakfast tea, something goes wrong with the magic which she adds to the morning tea. Maybe she doesn't like making tea for us for breakfast....mainly because our so-called 'breakfast' is around 11 or so. Currently, it's 9am in the Spongebob Squarepants digital clock on the study desk in the room.

WAIT! WHAT? Spongebob Squarepants digital clock?

Yea, don't worry. You're not drunk! You read it right! I said Spongebob Squarepants digital clock. A 20-year old girl has a Spongebob digital clock in her room. I also happen to have a 2 feet huge yellow Spongebob that sits in the corner along with the other soft toys on the shelf which only holds my soft toys.

I see Wuddles! My puppy! Oh, sorry! My soft toy, not an actual puppy. After admiring the cuddly puppy, I sipped my tea once again.... Heaven! As soon as I removed my lips from the cup after sipping, the phone's bell rang. This time it was a phone call. I picked up to see whose call it was, so that if it'd been an unwanted call, I would've just left it ringing, but I picked up my Samsung SGH D807 with excitement and answered, "Monaaaaaaaa!!!!" emphasizing on the 'a' as if I were shouting her name in a crowded public gathering.
"fine, and how are you?" I asked her as all my excitement vanished slowly. "Oh yea, sure. Of course I can meet you. What time and where?" I asked after she asked me whether I could meet her ASAP.
"ummmm...," I replied after she said to meet at 2 pm at the Cocoaplex, as if I were actually recalling my schedule for today to see whether I had something else scheduled at that time, "yea sure. Of course I'll be there at 2 pm at the Cocoaplex." I assured her about the place.
"yup. No problem." I replied to her thanks. Although, I couldn't actually figure out whether she was saying thanks with so much appreciation filled in her - which is rarely seen - or was she about to cry with her squeaky voice. I started to get worried at this point. First, the message about whether I was free or not then the phone call to meet at 2pm at the Cocoaplex. I had to ask what was going on.

"Hey, is everything alright?" I asked softly.

After swiftly telling me 'I'll tell you then,' she reassured about the meeting and I reconfirmed her and said bye. After she said bye, I hung up and put the phone down at the bedside table and picked up my tea once again. I took a sip and lay on the bed on my back, took a deep sigh and started staring at the ceiling. I blinked after staring for a long time - must have been about 15-20 seconds of stare without blinking - only to get tears in my eyes.

I didn't know whether these tears were the lack of blinks for the 15-20 seconds or the recurring thoughts in my mind that had been running then.

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It's been ages since I've written a blog. This one took me almost one month (1st on paper, then edit on paper, 2nd on blogger, then edit on blogger...long process right? :P lol)
Classes started! Yey!!!!!!!!!!!! :) and I'm enjoying all my classes so far! (it's only been 4 days...hahahaha...lol)
Quote: "You cannot change your future... but, u can change ur habits... And sure ur habits will change ur future." by: Bernard Shaw
Neha has a new life with new rules!!!!!!!!! :)
CHEERS TO LIFE!
PLEASE DO LEAVE COMMENTS! THANKS! :)
PEACE!

Desire - EVIL OR URGE?

2009-04-25T22:58:00.018-04:00

What exactly is 'desire'? Let's take a look at the definition of the word 'desire' taken directly from Merriam-Webster's website. (copied and pasted; modified by Neha)

DESIRE
(transitive verb)
1: to long or hope for : exhibit or feel desire for <desire success>
2 a: to express a wish for : request desire an immediate answer>
b: : to express a wish to : ask
(noun)
1: conscious impulse toward something that promises enjoyment or satisfaction in its attainment
2 a: longing, craving b: sexual urge or appetite

So, now that we know the meaning of the word 'desire', we can move on.
In the teachings of Buddhism, 'desire' is the root cause of all sufferings. By eliminating these desires or cravings, one can attain ultimate happiness, or so called Nirvana (the state of being free from sufferings and cycle of rebirth). The 'Four Noble Truth' were the first teachings of Gautam Buddha, and they relate to Nirvana. These are:

Life, as we know it, ultimately is or leads to suffering in one way or another.
Sufferings are caused by desires - which we think will lead us to happiness
Suffering ends when desires end - which is achieved when all delusions are eliminated.
Reaching this liberated state leads to happiness.

Desire, from the perspective of the philosopher Thomas Hobbs, is the fundamental motivation to all human actions. Yes, the tiger's name in 'Calvin and Hobbs' was named after Thomas Hobbs. How funny, I didn't know this. And Calvin's name was taken from theologian John Calvin's name.
Anyways, so Thomas Hobbs wrote a book called Leviathan (no, I haven't read it...jeeez!), in which he says:

Desire, to know why, and how, CURIOSITY; such as is in no living creature but Man; so that Man is distinguished, not only by his Reason; but also by this singular Passion from other Animals; in whom the appetite of food, and other pleasures of Sense, by predominance, take away the care of knowing causes; which is a Lust of the mind, that by a perseverance of delight in the continual and indefatigable generation of Knowledge, exceedeth the short vehemence of any carnal Pleasure.

If you get the above quote, then great! And if you don't get it, then go read the book to understand the meaning of it! hahahaha!...just kidding! Well, I haven't read it either, but from my perspective, it simply means that when a person desires something or someone, his/her sense of longing is excited by the enjoyment of the thought of the item or person, and he/she wants to take actions to obtain his/her goal.

Obviously, there are other theories and philosophies to explain, one being the Psychological perspective from Sigmund Freud. But I wanted to explain only two, as they totally oppose each other!
I do believe that desires are an actual good motivators, but at the same time, some desires can be the cause of sufferings. For e.g. In Buddhism, Monks and priests should have desires only for the sake of making skillful qualities in themselves, and neglect any unskillful ones. But, what about the general public? Maybe I'm being too ignorant, since I have not read any Buddhist scriptures, leave alone any of Hinduism ones (yes, Neha's ashamed of herself!)

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Right now, I have a desire to eat food! (this desire is explained by Psychologists....read at your own time to attain knowledge about Dopamine and desires!...)
Yes, desires do cause pain, but they also motivate or urge us....errr, let's say, to do things! (feel free to extract any meaning out of that! hahahaha!)
I should be studying for my Entrepreneurship final exam (on Tuesday) and here I am, writing a blog about Desires. Clearly, it means I have no desire to study at the moment! hahahaha! :)
Going home on the 2nd! yippee!!!!!!
I've been wasting some1's time A LOT these days by keeping that person awake in the night until 4am. I'M TRULY VERY VERY VERY SORRY! :(
Please overlook all the semantic errors because I have not had time to reread this to edit it properly! ^_^
Please, do leave a comment! Thanks! :)
ADIOZ!

I'm always with u....in ur heart!

2009-03-28T17:40:00.013-04:00

Maahi: I really did think I was the one with whom u can share ur feelings with...the one with whom u can talk anything in the world about....the one to whom u can confide things in...the one whose shoulder you would seek when u cry...the one to whom u can come and I would provide u with solace.....I really did think I was that person. Alas! I though wrong!

WS: Yes! You did think wrong, because you NEVER think right!

Maahi: ur just repeating whatever I said, and that too in an abusive manner!

WS: So?...what's ur problem?

Maahi:WHAT'S MY PROBLEM?YOU ARE MY PROBLEM! F*CK MAN!

WS: F*ck you too, lady!

Maahi: I hate you!

WS: And I love you too! Muuuuuuuahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Maahi: Go away, leave me alone!

WS: Arreeyyy....wtf! I'm the one who's supposed to be angry at you!

Maahi: WHAT? wait a sec!!!!...

time out, buddy! time out!!!!....ur SUPPOSED to be angry at me?
WTF!!!!
Here I am, trying to uplift ur freakin mood because u were feeling low, and ur telling me UR SUPPOSED TO BE ANGRY AT ME? F*CK MAN! WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?

WS: Calm down u clown!!!!

Maahi: I'm going!....bye!...tc...have fun with mourning over whatever u were feeling low about!

WS: Allleeee...allleeee....bacchi ko gucchaa aa gaya?

Maahi: Bhaad meing gayi bacchi! dont talk to me!

WS: Who's 'talking' to you?
I'm just chatting with you!

Maahi: HA HA HA!....very funny...NOT!

WS: I thought I was at least improving on my PJs....
dont u think so madam?

Maahi: ur PJs =

WS:

Maahi: Allleeee...allleeee....baccha ko gucchaa aa gaya?.................

WS: BYE!...TC....have to do some work!....

Maahi: What? ur going?

WS: Yes! I am going. Am i granted to leave?

Maahi: I dont think u wanna ask me that question if u really have to leave for some important work!

WS: Maybe I do wanna ask u

Maahi: really? why????
but u never ask me! u just say 'bye...tc" and leave without waiting for my reply!

WS: When do I just leave without ur reply?

Maahi: u sometimes do leave without waiting for my reply....but it's fine. chuck this!

WS: You've gone totally MAD!

Maahi: mad = angry.....so yes, i am angry!!!!....

WS: NO!.... mad = crazy = Maahi

Maahi: Thank you! you can leave now!!!...
bye....tc....

WS: that's it?

Maahi: isn't that supposed to be my line to say to you?

WS: I know
that's why I said it na...just to remind u
okie, so give me a lovely good-bye kiss and I will tell u later why I was feeling low....

Maahi: 'LATER' whenever u tell me why u were feeling low, then u will get the kissi

WS:

Maahi:

WS: bye...tc...

Maahi:
I hope u feel better!!!

WS: I always do after talking to you!
thank you Maahi, you are truly the one on whom I can count on!
luv ya! muuuuuuahhh!!!

Maahi: luv u too!
...............
I may not be there for u physically, but I'm always with u....in ur heart!
okie, go now, otherwise u will blame me for not getting ur work done (whatever the work is!)

WS: bye...tc...

Maahi: bye...u tc as well!

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I'm supposed to be working on my projectsssss (not just 1, but 3) and here I am, writing a blog....fictitious of course! (maybe I should mention at the beginning that it's a work of fiction, with a little bit of non-fiction essence to it....but i'll do it here!....."All characters and incidents are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person or incident is just a mere coincidence!")
Overlook all the grammar and spelling mistakes...these 2 people are having a chat online!....lol
HAPPY NAVRATRI!
2day was Earth Hour: 8:30pm -9:30pm. I turned off everything that uses electricity except for my Fridge(I totally forgot to unplug it) and my digital clock (just a few days ago, I had seen a DISGUSTING insect near the outlet, and I saw it again 2day morning, so I was too afraid to go near the outlet to unplug it!!!!.....
Hope u guys had fun reading this post as much as I had typing it!
PLEASE DO LEAVE A COMMENT! THANKS! :)
Peace!!!

Why Women Cry

2009-03-22T23:27:00.005-04:00

"Why are you crying?" A little boy asked his mother.

"Because I'm a woman." she told him.

"I don't understand..." he said perplexedly. His mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could reply.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry...

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made a woman, she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up , and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances , even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife , but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her tears to shed. This is exclusively hers to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, neither the figure that she carries, nor the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

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BLOGGER'S LAST REMARKS/ P.S.

I kinda stole this from a forward message and tweaked things here and there! ;)
I'm tooooo lazy to write a blog these days. I should say for more than 2 months (approaching 3rd month soon...hahahahaa) I haven't written any blog whatsoever!....
Oh, I HATE ASSIGNMENTS!!!!! (psshh....who doesn't! :) lol....)
Last but not least, I hope it's an enjoyable one to read! :)
PLEASE DO LEAVE A COMMENT! THANKS! :)

RANDOMNESS

2008-12-16T09:54:00.011-05:00

Yesterday, I was thinking about a topic for my blog. I'd even asked EJ, and he kept throwing random topics at me like: fashion, love, parents, pets, snow, snowfall, winter, Christmas, AIDS etc.
Errrr.....Fashion? NO WAY! Neha's not a fashion freak, neither does she care what today's vogue fashion is. She just likes wearing cloths, accessories that make her feel comfortable and that is somewhat fashionable to her.
Love? ummm.....NO, THANK YOU! I have to cool my anger off first. Grrrr....
Parents? well...no need to elaborate on this.
Pets? YUCK! I've never had pets, I don't have one, and I will never have one in the future, EVER.
Snow? Hasn't snowed here in Hershey/Hummelstown since I've been here....
Snowfall? I've seen too many. I don't think people would be in interested in reading about 'snowfalls'...
Winter? bbbrrrrrrrr...cold! By the way, did you know that Winter season will start on December 21st?
Christmas? what about it...? I'm not gonna waste time writing blogs about Christmas. I mean don't people already know the history and the traditions? I don't think readers would waste time reading the same knowledge they already posses in their brains.
AIDS? hmm...no. I would need to do some extensive research about it, which I DON'T want to do so as it would kill my time of goofing around and watching crappy Bollywood movies.

So these were some of the ideas that EJ kept throwing at me, but they were too general. I can't elaborate on them unless I have profound knowledge about them, and I really don't ! :(

So, since this topic is about randomness, here are some of the activities that took place in my life after the 11th (last day of my exam)

I came back home for the winter holidays! yey!
We celebrated Anup's b'day yesterday. The cake was yummy! :)
I'll be watching 'The Day the Earth Stood Still'. I'm not too keen on watching remakes, but I haven't seen the old one, and plus it's a Sci-Fi movie with special effects. The x-factor in the movie: Reeveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssss! :)
Yesterday, I made 'Dhokla' for the 1st time, and I forgot to put the lemon drop in it, but it wasn't bad ;)
Decorating the Christmas tree is fun, it's not wholly done yet....
umm....so many more things happened, like dad bored me to death when he talked about memory, RAM, hard disk....etc etc etc.....oh lord!
People have forgotten me, they don't care about me. They come online but leave no scraps, no email to even ask about my well-being or how I've been all these times, not even an offline msg....yea, I feel loved :(
I had an awesome argument with Sajed bhayia about what I should call him. He said I should call him "Bhai", while my argument was that I will stick with calling him "Bhayia" as he's older than me...Sajed BHAYIA, it was fun arguing with u about this healthy topic!!!...lol...
I missed the opportunity to talk with my grandpa yesterday night when he called...I was dozing off...

So these were some of the 'things' that happened in my life since 12th until now...

Next topic?...I DON'T KNOW! :(
Suggestions are welcomed with love and open arms! :)

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BLOGGER'S LAST REMARKS/ P.S.

I wrote this blog informally, so try to skip the mistakes and overlook the informality of the blog! :)
My parents will be moving to Philadelphia in June...there are advantages and disadvantages to this....
I HATE REMAKES OF MOVIES...GRRRRRRRRRRRR!
Thanx to E.J. for helping me out, i think i haven't this enough! lol....
I haven't edited this post (again) as my mom is yelling at me to get off the laptop and...umm...do whatever is done in the morning!...lol...
I was thinking about writing an E-BLOOK. don't know what it means? No worries me amigos, you will soon get to find out ;)
last but not least, ADIOZ AMIGOZ! :D

pic 'chor'

2008-11-28T01:23:00.017-05:00

Okie, so those of you who don't understand what the title means, let me explain it to you with pleasure.

pic = picture
chor in Hindi means someone who steals, or simply put it, a thief

I hope everyone has got that prerequisite concept before I indulge myself to move on, otherwise....

So, you may be wondering "Who is this pic 'chor? Am I right? RIGHT-O!

He's none other than...never mind! I'll just give him a fictitious name, or rather an initial. So let's say he's WS, shall we? Some facts about WS should be known if you want to read this blog topic any further. Those are:

He lives in...umm...somewhere far from Toronto.
He's doing his higher studies in...ummm....in some university/college/institution wherever he lives.
He's not just some person I randomly met online.
We've known each other, let's say for 2 years, before we even met online and became friends and have been friends for more than 1 year.
Last not not least, he's an idiot!

So, as we're friends, we do tend to keep in touch through emails, chats, and sometimes phone calls (rare occasion though). So, I was really missing my buddy, WS, who studies so much that he doesn't even have time to email me (yes I know, very heart-breaking). As I missed him, I had no other choice but to email him (yes, I could've text messaged him, but it costs me money to send text messages you know, and I'm very cheap like that)
So I emailed him yesterday, I believe, to ask him to send me some 'good' pictures of him, and threatened him that if he doesn't send me some good pics of himself, then he shouldn't even bother talking to me.

After waking up in the morning today, I logged onto Gtalk, and guess what happened?...
I had received an offline message from WS saying:

tell me when ur online...

looking pretty in that pic

As soon as I read that, here was the expression on my face:
Oh, and he was referring to my display picture on Gtalk. Those of you who are not familiar with Gtalk, let me show a picture of it which I just saved directly from Google's Gtalk website.

Okie, so as you can see, the display picture of the person sending the message is shown every time he/she sends a message. I don't wanna explain the whole process, so if you use Gtalk, then you know what I'm talking about, and if you don't use Gtalk then all you need to know is....just see the picture, and it will be pretty much self-explanatory.

Alright, let me get back to my WS story. Where was I?.......Oh yes, my reaction after reading WS's offline message was: and I wanted to him, but alas...

Let me tell you what followed after that.
Neha: what is this?
no email?
WS: for what?
Neha: nothing
WS: so how r u?
is that gal in the pic u?
Neha: nah...it's some1 else
why do u keep stealing my pics?

Do you know what he replied?
He burst out singing 'kabhi kabhi mere dil mein khayal aata hai' That followed many more 'romantic' Hindi songs like...never mind, I shouldn't tell anyone this because I know WS will probably kill mebut he also has a heart of gold so he will forgive me, right WS?

Anyways, my point was that he right-clicked on my display picture on Gtalk and set it as his. And how strange it is to see one's picture as someone else's display picture, and that too the same one, especially on Gtalk where the message sent is accompanied by the display pic...

So, WS 'steals' my display picture and sets it as his own display pic, and doesn't send me any pictures of himself. I HATE HIM! I do want to see some pictures of him as I haven't seen him for the past 3 years. Pictures are good when you don't get to see those people so often, I'm sure many of you know that. I do have some pictures of him, but they're not really the kind of pics of him that are, how shall I put it, 'good'. Some are blue, some are red, some are black and white, and some are so blurry, taken by his cell phone camera, that I can't even tell whether it's him or not.

I just hope that he gives me a chance to steal his display pic, so that I can be his pic "chor" someday

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BLOGGER'S LAST REMARKS/P.S.

RIP: those who were the victims of the brutal carnage in the city of India's financial capital, Mumbai.
Exams start from next week. One word: ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
Oh yea, the Yahoo! emoticons? hehehehehe...I'm not telling!...hehehehehe...
I've not edited this post as I've not even re-read it, so...if you find any errors, i'm sorry, it was due to me dozing off cuz I'm tired and i wanna go to sleep...
YUVVRAAJ is a good movie ...it's what I call a good movie, unlike most of crappy ones that have come out this year!

Measurement of Students' Intelligence - Part 2

2008-11-06T14:49:00.033-05:00

So, here I am, writing where I had left everyone, whoever read the first part, hanging or confused for the most part.

**NOTE: Part 1 can be be read here http://neham18.blogspot.com/2008/10/measurement-of-students-intelligence.html or if your viewing my home page, http://neham18.blogspot.com/, then just scroll down until u see part 1**

How did the last post relate to the measurement of intelligence? Let me start off by elaborating on Multiple Choice questions.

A,B,C,D or E: only one is the right answer. There are no two opinions about the correct answer, the answer is there, and only one is the correct answer.

Let's take a look at the advantages and disadvantages of Multiple Choice questions form Neha's perspective.

ADVANTAGES
1. From Psychology: 'recall' vs. 'recognize'. The choices given are easier to 'recognize' rather than having to 'recall' the answer. As soon as you see the choices, you're able to 'recognize' the answer, and BAM, you know that's the one. Whereas, in Open-ended question, you have to 'recall' and then continue from there.
2. You don't have to write as much as ones in open-ended questions.
3. If there are 5 options, and you don't know the answer, then you still have the option of guessing the answer which means that you would have a 20% chance of getting the right answer.
4. Easier for the Examiner to correct. Either machine or the teacher/professor himself/herself corrects it.
5. Alright, I can't come up with anymore.

DISADVANTAGES
1. Some options could be confusing.
2. Multiple options could lead to even more confusion
3. In a mathematical question, you may have the right formula, follow the right steps, but you might 'accidentally' mess up somewhere. But, as we all know how we can mess up on a math problem, so there you go, you will the wrong answer and not even get partial marks, as you would in an open-ended question.
4. In spite of knowing the answer, you may 'accidentally' circle the wrong option (yea, we've all done that at least, and Neha's no exception!)
5. Hmm....I can't think of any more disadvantages.

So, are Multiple choice a really a good way to measure our intelligence and whatever we have studied? Ditto for open ended questions, or any type of questionnaire.

We study our asses off, and get the content in our head, yet with these testing approaches, there are infinite ways to make mistakes which results in low marks. And these marks, in the end, do determine our standards of intelligence. Why? BECAUSE THIS IS A MATERIALISTIC WORLD AND IT SUCKS! :)

So, too bad for those of us who hate exams, tests, quizzes, assignments etc. Do you have a better way of testing your intelligence? Please, if you do, then be by guest! YOU'LL GO DOWN IN HISTORY (but please also mention my name in your famous interviews that I was the one who encouraged you to come up with a new method of measuring human intelligence). I would love to see some changes!

At the end of the day, we have to keep coping with the inevitable harsh realities that we face and go through in life! So, I end this blog by leaving a remark that one of my friend, Ruth, says: STICK IT UP YOUR ASS AND DEAL WITH IT! :)

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BLOGGER'S LAST REMARKS/P.S.

I was taking a break from studying Operations Management, and as I don't wanna be addicted to the internet (mainly Orkut), so I've decided to do something rather than surfing Orkut and poking into people's profiles! lol...thus I finished this post as I didn't wanna keep it in wait line, plus i really didn't feel like thinking more on this 'boring' topic!...lol....
I don't know whether I've made any sense in this blog or not! but whatever....
Lately my INTERNET EXPLORER has been crashing, and it pisses me off!
Rab Ne Bana De Jodi's songs are great! All are great. I've been listening to "haule haule" and "dance pe chance"...
YESTERDAY (Nov 14-Nov15) WAS ONE OF THE WORST DAY/NIGHT EVER!
I swore too much and pissed some1 off, not just cuz of me swearing, but for other reasons....i hope that person forgives me :(
Oh and, i can't believe i'm saying this but, I LOVE READING! :)
P.P.S. there might be a lot of spelling and grammar mistakes cuz i haven't re-read this post. I just wanted to get it done with...lol...so please don't mind the mistakes, just try to get the essence of the post! :)

Desperate in Love?

2008-11-02T01:37:00.014-04:00

She texted him, "missing u 2 much rite now :("

After texting him, she logged onto the laptop and started surfing the internet. All of a sudden, after half an hour or so, a chatting window with the mesaage "hi..." had popped up. IT WAS HIM!
She felt ecstatic with joy and an instant smile took place over her straight face, and she replied, "HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII! :) how r u?"

"fine" was the reply from him.

*PAUSE for 2 minutes*

No IM (Instant Message) from either of them. She was just staring at his IM window, waiting for him to type something.

"so how r u?..." he finally had said something at last.

"fine...just missing u alot :(" she replied instantly, ignoring others who had IMed her

"yea....seemed quite desperate....so had 2 come online 2 see u...." she had no idea what he was thinkig when he said this. Neither could she see his expression as he sat on his chair, somewhere in his room in front of his computer.

Did he really mean this? "DESPERATE"?

Her eyebrows had contracted together and her nose was flaring. Was it anger or was it confusion?

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Blogger's Last Remarks/P.S.

IMed = "Instant Message"ed
If you read this(or any other posts), PLEASE do leave a comment, either here or in orkut scrapbook or facebook wall, OR if u find me online(which u can most of the times), then please let me know of ur opinion. How would i know whether a post was boring or not? if i don't know how i'm doing, then how can i improve? or if i'm doing bad, then i will stop writing blogs....so PLEASE, it's my humble request, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, leave a comment. YOUR OPINIONS AND FEEDBACKS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED! :) THANK YOU! :)
"Measurement of Student's Intelligence - Part 2" is in the process of being typed up! it will be out shortly....maybe after I get my Econ grades back(I'm not sure when, but definitely before this Friday)....*crossing my fingers and praying for a decent grade*

Measurement of Students' Intelligence - Part 1

2008-10-27T20:17:00.000-04:00

I just found out my FIN300 (Introduction to Managerial Finance) mid-term grade on Monday. I had given the exam last Wednesday, for which I should've been studying rather than thinking to write my blog creatively (oh, by the way, thank you everyone for giving me positive feedback :))

I also found out my MGT402 (Management Economics) grades today. How much I got? Well, let's just say much, much, much better grade than Finance for sure!!!

Here's the thing, in MGT402 there's a lot of derivation and calculations. Of course, calculation is an integral part of Finance as well, but if the right formulas are used with the input of right number then there are less chances of getting the answer wrong. But, in MGT402, BASIC CALCULUS comes in the picture. Now, it's not like I hate math...NO, NO, NO!...Oh good God, I LOVE MATH, especially Algebra. But in Algebra, if one variable gets messed up, the whole equation is messed up, and you end up solving it incorrectly just to get a different answer than the right one! Yea, most of us do that, I'm damn sure! There are gazillion ways to make mistakes when solving a mathematical problem!

There could be many reasons why these mistakes take place. Here are some:
1. Not thinking properly
2. Exaggeration on "Overly-thinking" (hahahaa!...try stressing your brain to get this reason in your head!...)
3. Tangent topic taking place in the mind...(seems reasonable)
4. Background music is being played in your head (don't think this doesn't happen, because IT DOES HAPPEN, and don't deny it!)
5. Too nervous about the test/exam/quiz....
6. Not having memorized the formula properly
7. Um...let's see....Oh, I can't come up with any more because I just had an exam yesterday and I'm still not over the fact that it didn't go too well :(
NO WAIT, here's the ultimate reason: YOU DIDN'T STUDY PROPERLY, or just simply DIDN'T STUDY AT ALL!! Yes, this seem the most reasonable!

So, these COULD be the reasons for making mistakes, amidst others. So, in Finance, it's easy to get the numbers confused which in turn could get your screwed up, but in MGT402, it's worse because you have to know the formula and sometimes derive the formula to get another formula or combine formulas to get one formula and then find the answer and then also explain the answer(in the short-answer questions)! IT'S CALLED MANAGERIAL ECONOMICS. Economics and numbers play a very important role in this subject because we the students, so-called 'potential future managers', have to learn how to apply principles of Economics and understand numbers, let's simply say, 'to become a good manager'.

Well, let me not get carried away on a tangent topic explaining about MGT402.

Coming back to the topic...

I had studied well for the MGT402 and could've studied better for FIN300. It's not like I didn't study, I just didn't study "enough".

Now, the prof of FIN300 had posted the mid-term from last semester online, along with the answer key (multiple-choice, of course), for us so that we can practice from that and get an idea about the up-coming mid-term(20 multiple-choice questions). Well, Neha spent hours to solve each and every problem in that "mock mid-term".
Neha's tactics to solve a 'mock test' with answers provided:
1. Read the question.
2. Take some time to process the question in the mind
3. Underline the important information, along with what the question is really asking for
4. Stress brain: "Hmmm.....How do I solve this?"
5. Solve the problem with the best of your knowledge and get an answer
6. Check your answer with the Answer Key.
7. Now, after checking the answer, 1 of the following possible situation takes place:
(a.) if you get the 'right' answer, your reactions could vary here. Usually, content feeling arises. Neha throws her hand in the air, waves and dances like an idiot on the spot in happiness and grins to herself....
(b.) if you get the 'wrong' answer, then depending on the person the reactions could vary here as well. Most of us get upset, confused, or angry! Neha curses: &!*#^%)#$&*\#%....hahahha....No, I'm just kidding, I don't curse(not yet, anyways).

8. If in step 7, (a) took place, then move on to solve the next question. But, if in step 7, (b) took place, then you either try again to solve the problem, or curse after trying to solve the problem several times. If the latter one takes place, then some of us just leave that question with curses it deserves, while others feel like (sometimes Neha as well) 'killing' the question. But it's impossible to kill/destroy something that is intangible, which results in 'inflation' of frustration and a rise to BP level!

Neha tries again to solve the problem, and after a several attempts if I don't get the right answer, then I just skip it and move on to the next question and come back to the skipped questions to 'try' to solve them later at the end!

WOW! 8 simple steps! Pshh! SIMPLE, right?

Don't get excited, this is just a simple 'mock test' method that I use. I'm pretty sure it varies with others.

Okie, so this was my tactic of solving the problem. After the whole night of practice (more frequent breaks in between than studies, of course), I had got 22/30 questions right and had understood all those 22 questions. What about the rest? WHO GIVES A F*CK! I had solved 22 out 30 on my own. My opportunity cost, of course, was sleep!

Well, actually I had looked up on the Discussion Board online and there were a lot of students who participated in that discussion asking questions, solving(most of them tried to explain it properly but had failed as it was the wrong approach, or had the right formula but didn't get the right answer), correcting others, etc! I looked at the discussion board to find the ones that I couldn't do on my own, and I had found most of my missed question there, out of which most of the questions beinng asked didn't have a 'proper' reply. So it got me even more frustrated. But anyways, I was content with myself that I had understood and solved 22 out of 30 questions. I was pretty confident about the test. I just had wished that I had 1 more day to study more in details from the notes and to read the chapters from the 'fat and expensive' textbook.

Anyways, Exam in the morning. Some familiar questions (with numbers changed around, of course) and some out of the blue(didn't have any idea what to do, or how to solve or even where to start), so I had skipped and at the end just guessed and circled any of the option, either A, B, C, D, or E....)

Exam over. YEY! 1.5 hours just flew by like a wind...woooooooossssshhhhhhhhh!

Came back to my room, and slept! zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz! :D

So how does all this relate to 'Measurement of Students' Intelligence'?

(A, B, C, D, or E : MULTIPLE-CHOICE QUESTIONS!)

Read the next blog, "Measurement of Students' Intelligence - Part 2" later this week to find out how! :)

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Blogger's Last Remarks/P.S.
Sorry for the BIG blog. It's very necessary to explain things on this EXTENSIVE subject. If you still haven't figured out the 'main' idea of this topic, then just wait for the upcoming one, it will be very clear then. Until then, just enjoy reading about Neha's misery and steps in solving a 'mock exam' :P

Neha's exhausted and dreaded by writing all the steps! Phewwwwww! :-s

While we're on the topic of Exams....YEY! no more exams, until a week after! :) oh no....boo-hooo! i better study for this one! **worried**

Haven't been able to watch any new movies this month :(

Missing Rashi, haven't talked to her for the longest time! :(

Missing Anup too much these days, my poor bro! :(

Also missing Hubby :( (don't ask who he is cuz I'm not telling! :D hehehehe! )

Why do I miss so many people all at once? **confused**

JAI BAJRANG BALI! :)

A 'disease' called "ADDICTION TO THE INTERNET"

2008-10-20T06:24:00.000-04:00

Just the other day when I was supposed to be studying for my Finance mid-term, which will take place on Wednesday, as usual I came online, checked orkut, facebook and then was just bored! To kill the boredom, i started 'surfing' the Internet again(Orkut, Youtube, Facecbook, Yahoo! Games, along with Hi5, Myspace, etc.) Why was I bored when I should've been studying for one of the 'toughest' mid-terms?
The answer: I'M ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET!

Yea, I know I'm addicted to the Internet. I've tried controlling it, but ever since I've got my laptop(around 15 months ago), I haven't been able to control it. In fact, it just got worse! Dad had been warning me of this, but I was too busy in the 'busy'ness of the Internet to notice his predictions!
ALAS! I wish there was a cure for this 'disease' called "ADDICTION TO THE INTERNET"

I'm pretty sure there are many out there who are diagnosed with this 'disease'. Now, there's no need to go to a doctor and waste money to get a checkup whether you have this 'disease' or not. One can easily figure this out by himself/herself or be told by others, like parents, siblings or friends.

Yes, there are many articles on the Internet about Internet addiction, even Wikipedia (duh!) has a page on, the so-called "ADDICTION TO THE INTERNET" 'disease'. From my perspective, Wiki has classified it in a 'general' category, and there's a specific name, called, "Internet Addiction Disorder", in short: IAD. Do take a look if you wish to read and have nothing else to do! :-)

In spite of all the articles and blogs about the Internet addiction problem/disorder, or as I call it "Disease"(hahaha!), there seems to be no cure. There might be some 'Tips', 'Preventions', or even so-called 'Treatment', but do all these really help? I've read one article about controlling the Internet, didn't help me at all, therefore, I stopped reading any articles related to 'Tips to control Internet addiction." Here's my remark for these related articles: BULLSH*T! (BS! for short)

So, as we cope with the so called "IAD", as I would say, "A 'disease' called 'ADDICTION TO THE INTERNET,'" I would like to take some time to welcome the newcomers in this category, "WELCOME", and If you are already in it, please slap yourselves and get back to work, i.e. being addicted!!!!

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Blogger's Last Remarks/P.S.

My 1st REAL post in blog after around 9 months (hahahhahaa....9 months! :P lol! )
Also take some time to read the 'Useless Knowledge' section. It's useless, as the title suggests, but also interseting to read!
I don't like studying for FIN300 mid-term, which I have on Wedneday! :(
Neha's also addicted to water! no cure for that as well! hahahaha! :P lol....DRINK AS MUCH WATER AS YOU CAN! IT'S THE BEST DRINK EVER, AND MY FAV! :)

2008-01-20T22:34:00.001-05:00

hmmm...just testing!.....