Anti-Corruption!!! Really???

Right, so now everybody is all fired up and feeling patriotic about Anna Hazare's recent, and going on fight against corruption. Don't get me wrong, I am 100% behind his cause, but before we trash the government for all the corruption its been doing, I think we need to do a little introspection here. Are we all anti-corrupt??? if we examine our daily life, we can see countless examples where we bend the rules to get our own way. Not convinced??? lets see..

• You are in a train, the TTE comes along and you find out that you don't have your ID card with you. You and the TTE retire to a corner. It's all hush-hush for a few minutes, and then both you and him resume their respective work...familiar situation???
• You're in a long queue at a Government office, but then you realise you know the person sitting at the counter, so suddenly you jump from person no. 156 to person no. 3
• You want to see a movie, and you call for reservations, but the theatre has just informed you that tickets are not available right now. so you call your friends uncle, whose friend is the owner of the theatre.. and then BAM! you're watching the movie in the next show.
• You want an admission for your child at one of the leading schools, but its already past admission time, so you add in a little donation...problem solved!
• You accidentally jump a redlight, and the policeman catches you. You inform the policeman that you're a relative of the local MLA or something, so you're let off with a 'warning'.

If I sit and think about it, I could add more to this list, and I bet that you could too. So, all I want to say is, lets make our little contribution to anti-corruption movement and then go with free hearts and shout out our support!!! 

Coffee-lover all the way!!!!!!!!

If anything in my life deserves a blog of it's own, I should say that it is my cup of coffee. All the die-hard coffee fans around here will probably call it milk-water into which some coffee powder fell in, but I'll still call it Coffee, and proudly too!!! Maybe my love for coffee stems from the fact that I hate tea and plain milk. Due to that, my mother had to search for alternatives, and finally she settled for coffee(because she hates all the health drinks floating around) and that is how I discovered the legend called coffee.

The first thing that comes into my mind is the steaming cup of coffee Umma keeps ready for me early in the morning. Especially on cold December mornings, it's the only thing that keeps me up and ready for the long college day ahead.
When a class gets too boring for me, leaving me in no state for another one, the first place I run to is the coffee-machine.
During the long hours leading to the final examination, panic forces me to stay awake all night. I'll never forget the one night in the hostel where me and my best friend stayed up the whole night, cramming in the physiology of cardiovascular system...and we measured out that night in 6 cups of coffee. That night still remains fresh in my mind(though what I studied doesn't)
How can I forget that cherished cup of coffee the 6 of us share just before entering the clinics?? We each get 2 sips each before we don our coats and stride() into the clinics ready to meet patients.
And last but not the least, the special mug in my house, just for me and my cuppa!!!! You make my day brighter!!!!

The lamp that went out too fast...

You had dreams, yet you couldn't get them..
Somewhere you were a mother's pet, a daddy's girl, a brother's pet, a young mans life...
Where were the feminists, the guards of the society when the monsters came??
The plans you had, the dreams you wove, where the all worthless in front of one man's greed??

Was the life of a woman so cheap?
Did she not deserve to live, to achieve, to win???
Did she not deserve to go with dignity??
And even after this, are we going to keep quite??

Are we going to just go forward with life??
Pretend that nothing has happened??
That this cannot affect us??
RIP Soumya..May your soul attain peace...

Brother or Sister???..I say BOTH!!!!!!!!! :)

A few days back, in college, we were all sitting together and talking, y'know,the post-lunch-nothing-else-to-do kinda talk, and the talk turned to siblings. Me being the only one in the group with both a brother and a sister, they finally turned to me for a decision on which was better. Since I love lists, let me tell you all what I told them.Point by point.
(I'll just write a few of the important ones)

Brother
Advantages:
1. You get THE best gifts. (my costliest watch, dress etc are all from my brother:))
2. You can sneak all the cool stuff away from his room, he'll know you took it and still won't say a word.
3. You get things done that you know parents won't allow.
4. When you get too full of yourself, there's no one like your brother who will bring you down.
5. You get a lift to wherever you want to go.
6. He'll tell you "It's not healthy" and still buy you dinner from a restraunt.
7. You get the greatest advice on academic stuff.

Sister
Advantages:
1. You'll have a best friend forever.
2. You get ready made advice for everything ranging from earrings to how-to-pass-your exams
3. You always have someone to do all your projects and assignments(with a little bit of wheedling, of course)
4. Someone you can cry,crib and gossip to.
5. Someone to have pillow fights with.
6. Once she gets married, you get all her cool stuff.
7. Your sister's baby (this is explained in this post)

Disadvantages for both of them:
1. No matter whatever you wear, you still "look like a joker" to them.
2. Sarcasm.
3. Whatever you score in your exams, it's always "THAT'S what you got???"
4. You have to run all their errands, and still hear "can't you do something useful?"
5. You'll always be "little girl"
6. You cant cry in front of them.

Insurance in case my bro or sis reads this post: :)
I've just added the one's I thought interesting enough. I love both of 'em and Thank you for all the assignments, projects and advices you've done for me:))

The virtue called CLEANLINESS...

I had the perfect morning today...I woke up at exactly 5.30(surprise!!), had finished my breakfast by 6.30 and spent 15mts savoring my coffee(well, in the middle of it I had to run to put my coat in my bag, but technically...) and by 6.50, I was all ready to go(usually, at this time I would be running out of the house chewing and washing it down, Umma running behind me with the plate screaming "FINISH THIS!!" :))

I walked away very contentedly and stopped for just one second at the end of my lane to take a deep satisfied breath(y'know, the way they do it in books??) and my nostrils was immediately filled with the unbearable stench of food gone bad. I opened my eyes, and there in front of me was a pile of food, with a dog on it staring very suspiciously at me, probably left over by somebody in my neighbourhood who must have had a big party yesterday. He must have been so disturbed by the mess in his house, that he could not wait for a half an hour more for the Corporation van to come and pick the leftovers.

Well, this is not an isolated incident.
But, thank you whoever-you-are, for teaching me that nothing in this world can be called perfect.