This day ,That age

A year back isn't exactly anyones idea of "that age" but i just wanted to know how it would feel to violate The Hindu 's copyright laws. Anyways, here goes nothing...
It was definitely a time when the world should have seemed like a gilt. The JEE results has just been announced and I was almost done packing for the Singapore-Malaysia trip my dad had planned in recompense for the two years of pressure. I was just months away from college(read freedom) and school had imparted to me all that it felt obliged to(read no more caviling about uniforms and homework),and whether i had actually grasped them is immaterial. But it certainly didn't feel that way.
Change is the hardest thing to cope with. I could see it giving me a baleful sneering grin and the present situation seemed like a respite it was offering me. I hated having to leave my friends and family behind, to shift to a village devoid of the hustle-bustle of the city,to no longer be in a class that bursts into boisterous laughter every 15 minutes and that offers you solace from boring theories in the form of cross-bench comments,to no longer have the company of my best friend and another...
Looking back on the by-gone year...
More often than not, its just the idea of change that is more painful than the change itself, but here the change won hands down. It is expected of humans to adapt to changes,but though i have adapted myself to it, i haven't accepted it and i continue to remonstrate against it to this day.
It is not like i am languishing in college, but school life is a world of its own,incomparable and singular.It will never have to concede defeat,for it has no competitors,for it never will enter the battlefield.

The creme-de-la-creme of Coffee

The seductive aroma twists and twirls around your nostrils playing games with your senses...and your taste buds, a slave to this strong caffeine drink,find it irresistible and beckoning.
But mine are not and so, try however hard I may, and trust me I’ve tried hard, I just can't get myself to like the bitter taste of the drink relished by so many. So why am I writing about my this particular bete noire??

'coz this isn’t about just any ordinary coffee, I’m about to introduce u to the King of the Beans, the Ultimate Coffee, the world's most expensive coffee - Kopi Luwak!!

It’s intense flavour is devoid of any bitterness, but this isn’t the sole reason for its insane pricing. Demand-supply inequality that affects every commodity spares no king either. With just 400 to 450 kgs produced every year, the price remains as high as Rs 2000 for a cup!

So what makes this coffee so special?!? If I were to tell you the reason before you had already sold your taste buds to this out-of-the-world experience, you would probably refuse to even take a sip!! Believe it or not, these beans are sifted out of the Asian Palm Civet excreta! The beans pass through undigested;then why the hassle!?! It is believed that the enzymes in the digestive tract of the Civets break down certain proteins thereby enhancing its flavour and eliminating the bitterness.

The other side of the coin: researchers say that there is nothing special about the famous Kopi Luwak, but that it is just a gimmick to sell the ludicrously priced beans. They call it the "placebo effect" wherein a more expensive item is enjoyed better by the consumer!

Take your pick between these irreconcilable differences of opinion, but as a true coffee lover,you might want to travel to Japan or America(primary Kopi Luwak producing countries) to get your shot of Kopi Luwak. But hurry,for very few customers get this privileged opportunity!

As for me, I have acquiesced to the inability of my taste buds to ever appreciate the taste of coffee!!

photo courtesy: BT

all work and no play,makes the gym owner penniless

It was not until recent times, that I was unfortunate enough to stumble upon a whole new world, running parallel to our staid one. This unfortunate incident made me realise how lucky i am to be living on this side of the fence,where the Big Mac is just a totally delicious mouth-watering burger sitting on the counter beckoning me with its aroma and does not mysteriously transfigure itself into 200 kilocalories filling me with repugnance.
As every story has a beginning,so does mine. It all started with these flyers that mysteriously found their way to my car windshield, no matter where i parked,and no matter how many times i tossed them away without sparing them the slightest glance. Finally conceding defeat after weeks of harassment, i picked up the latest one, stuck in the exact same place as its predecessors.
"Lose 5 kgs in a week!! Come experience the fun and sure way to attain your dream weight!! " it said. These words were accompanied by a surreal picture of an attractive woman with the perfect body. That unfortunate evening,the stars must have been against me;the shadow planets must have played their battle, Rahu must have won over Ketu. For i found myself thinking about the flyer repeatedly and after a weeks thought, decided it was time i joined the gym to shed a few extra totally harmless pounds.
The receptionist at the gym was more than warm. She did away with the last few inhibitions left in me, and with her warm smile and words she totally convinced me into joining the gym for three whole months.
The very next morning I arrived at the gym in my new gym clothes and expensive new shoes and was shown around by the trainer. It was difficult to catch up with the gym jargon. "20 minutes on the crosstrainer 20 on the treadmill that should suffice for cardio. Be sure to note down the cal. " Her demonstration of the various intimidating singular machines did not engender any confidence in me to do the 3 sets that she recommended on these so-and-so machines which would tone my so-and-so muscles.
It would have been polite on the trainer's part to give me some recovery time before dropping the next bombshell on me. She handed over to me a sheet of paper. it was titled "3-week diet".
breakfast:cup of bran flakes with skim milk
fat-free yogurt
tea.
lunch:cup of vegetable soup.
black-bean burger or turkey on whole grain bread
slice of melon
dinner:big green salad
half a cup of brown rice
cup of fruit smoothie
snacks:salt crackers
cup of light popcorn
What the..?!? Was she trying to starve me to death!?! I returned her polite smile and tossed the paper into the bin on my way out. :)
Though I did not follow that particular diet, the diet-craze did catch on to me.I regularly hit the gym, counted calories, avoided the carbs till my friends started telling me that i was driving them insane with my calorie-fetish. They thankfully dragged me back across the fence back into the normal sane world!
At the end of the day, it wasn't kgs that i lost,even close to what the flyer or the trainer promised, but a substantial amount of INR that they conveniently forgot to mention. :(

FIGHTS,camera,action!

Fights are such an integral part of our lives. Or are they?
"If you dont fight, you cant be best friends"
"Fights bring you closer"
How many more of these cliched thoughts are out there??
I'm yet to understand the "funda" of fights.
Are u supposed to vent out your anger or should you be remembering that words cannot be taken back? But given your state of mind at the time of a fight,how do you suppose to reason that out??
Are you supposed to be silent and let no further damage be done, or are you supposed to stop pretending to be angelic,confront the devil in you and retort?
How is it that your words are always misunderstood? How is it that what seems right to you,always seems wrong to the other?
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show. It's a cruel world out there. Don't be fazed.
~a troubled soul.

my birth into the surreal world

We perform our worst sins in the name of our enemies. Charles Dickens' thoughts. Not mine.
We sin for the people we love. My thoughts. You may beg to differ.

Heyy people. My name is Gayatri. Till a year back, i was a birdie sitting cozily in my nest. Then all of a sudden,one day i was pushed out of my nest, was forced to flutter open my wings and fly. Ive been haunting the skies since then, and it has been haunting me back. As i rummage around,not knowing what i search for, as i fly towards the endless horizon in search of my destiny, I record my experiences, thoughts and random scribblings here.

A little about myself. Im a Btech student at IIT Kharagpur. I've successfully finished my first year at college( Ive finally lost the tittle of a facchhi ) and I'm spending my holidays(unfortunately 2.5 months long! :( ) in Muscat, Oman. Unfortunate 'coz Im not in Chennai,which is my second home, where I've spent most of my prized teenage years with my priceless friends. Guess the other facets of my life will come into view with further posts.

Now that the introduction has been put behind us, hope to move into interesting thoughts with my next post.
Till then,
adios!