The NEWS and THE PAPER

Day 08 : IBMC CHALLENGE #07

You are going to pick up a news paper article. Either online or take a snapshot from the hard copy paper. Use appropriate reference for the article you have used. You need to debate and discuss your view points on the selected article. How best can you do? You can pick up any category like general, politics, entertainment, etc”

Well, the challenge is  called THE NEWS AND PAPER CHALLENGE. And this is the clipping i am using for it .

HOW POWERFUL IS FACEBOOK

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The irony of the situation though! 😛

Its official now that most of the people (62% in US ) get their news updates from Social media.
The study says 44% of US citizens use Facebook  as their source of events and happenings.

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This does not mean that if we are not from US, we don’t. Its just that the study was done there. You can always do a poll of yours. Survey your near and dear ones, and you will find the same result. The percentage may even be higher ( yes, that’s because of maths 😛 ).

The question of the hour is why should this bother us? (After all we are only interested in news about the leaked GOT episode !!!  😛   😉 ).

I don’t know about you (as of now, share your opinions and then i will 😀 ) but somehow this trend disturbs me. I am not saying its wrong. But its not completely right either!

Yes, it has its own share of benefits . It saves the most precious human desire : TIME. You get instant updates about every event around the world. You don’t have to wait for the next day’s paper . And, most importantly you can share and know about other people’s opinions on the matter. In fact , the Facebook programme of marking people safe after any disaster is a commendable initiative . 🙂

But (There is Always a BUT ) there are definite drawbacks to this trend.
The very first being the authenticity .
With every person around the globe , literally , having the power to share anything with the world, it has become very easy for nuisance mongers to spread rumours.Only for fun . Or for publicity.

There is no way you can rely on the truthfulness of the subject, unless it appears in the daily ! The news paper is accountable for its actions. A fake FB profile isn’t .

And being the vocal society we are ,no one bats an eyelid before forming opinions on the basis of these news.
Forming an opinion is fine.
Sharing it with others is also welcome.
But publicly shaming someone on the basis of Evidence from Facebook . That’s the height of stupidity.
In this age and date ,it is a child’s play to morph images and create videos. But it takes a mature human’s sensibility whether to rely on it or not.

With the use and spread of social media , the entire purpose of presenting News is also slowly changing. The Facebook pages of leading Indian dailies and news channels are not concerned about increasing awareness of its readers. Rather its purpose has become sensationalising events to “earn” more likes.

I am not saying social media is a bad place full of pranksters and “hear -me-cos-I-can-abuse” type of people . No . I myself will share this blog post on FB to get more readership. And this blog itself ! helps me connect with so many like minded people from around the world  🙂

All i am saying is let NEWS be a point of discussion here. NOT THE FINAL WORD.

 

 

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Beauty is a state of mind.

DAY 06 ! Plus my first try at fiction writing 😀

Tring tring the bell rang.
She leaped out of her bed.
Baba had already picked up the phone. With knots in her stomach she tried to hear the conversation.
“Hmm”. “Okay”. “Okay”.”No”. Cut. “These salesman today” Baba stomped out of the room.
Oh it was the salesman after all. She went back to her bed again. Closing her eyes she hoped her dream would continue. Of course it didn’t. She was now just laying in her bed , imagining things and rewinding her memory.

Her marriage had been fixed. She had only heard his name. But a name was enough for her to dream. To make plans. And in these plans she even defeated the cheesy Bollywood movies. Day night all she could think of was him.
He had called her last week.
They had talked. He had talked. Told her to meet at the river side this weekend. She had just smiled and agreed.
No Baba wouldn’t know about it. It was her first date . Fathers don’t need to be told about it.

The d day was here. She was getting ready. And with every passing moment she was getting sad.
Each time she looked at her reflection she let out a sigh. Why was she so dark? Why wasn’t she as fair as the other girls. Why was she not beautiful?
And slowly her thought process worsened. What if he doesn’t like her? What if he rejects her?
Oh she panicked. She tried all creams and she tried all remedies.
Nothing would work.
She was still dark. Ugly.

All her dreams came crashing down. The castles she had built, she broke them all. Herself. She didn’t want him to do that. She couldn’t bear someone else do that.

With tears in her eyes and lost hopes she went to the river side. The sun was about to set. Why was he not here yet?? Had he already rejected her?
He could have met her once at least. She was black on the outside. Not inside .

“Sana” called a voice from behind. She had heard that voice before. Butterflies stormed in her stomach.
She turned around.
It was him. Her eyes sparkled but her brain reminded her of the reality that was about to happen.

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They started walking on the beach. Talking. Smiling. They even laughed once.
Oh. So he doesn’t want me to feel bad. He will tell me at the end of the meeting today.

To her surprise he didn’t.
Not this meeting.
Not after any meeting .

And with so many beautiful meetings finally came the day of marriage.

She didn’t want to be heartbroken after this.
She decided to ask him straight.

She called him on his telephone. “Why are you marrying me? I am ugly. I am dark. Why?”.

For an instant , the other side went blank. And with a slight smirk came the reply.
” Do wear the lehenga I have selected for you.” Cut.
Sana couldn’t bear to see the lehenga. She didn’t want to be left at the altar. The lehenga would be so pretty.

Still,the evening came.
The lehenga came. Red and green it was.
A note was there too.

I was in search of skin
Bright or dark, fat or thin
I wanted someone who felt through her heart
You, my dear, have that art.
Who said you are not beautiful?
My brain looses its senses on your one look.
You have a dusky complexion my dear
Why is that wrong I fear!
Your eyes sparkle when you talk
And oh your playful walk

I want to marry you and not your colour.
Its the souls that will be together forever.<3″

Sana was numb. She looked at her smile in the mirror. The billion dollar smile. Oh yes her eyes were sparkling.
Her face was glowing and it was not because of some creams.

Yes she was beautiful. And his love only made her prettier. 🙂

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The EXAM Mania

DAY 05

Yet another exam. 😓
We have all wondered at some point in our life. What is the purpose of these exams ? To test us? And how exactly do they test us by asking us to learn and produce the same information in the same words?
I am sure the person who first thought of this system of exams would have wondered too. But then he would have thought “C’mmon Every one checks knowledge. Let’s test their memory” And see he was so right.
Yes . I can explain. What is the one thing all of us buy today? Mobiles. And what is the first thing that we see in a mobile. It’s speed and it’s memory. Right?

So? Do you realise? How far sighted our forefathers were! They made us give the same test of speed and memory.
Ouch
I am sorry dear phone. For having judged you so much. And i am sorry other phones for not having bought you.☹
Thank you exam setters . Thank you. 😭
And yes one more thing. Screw you.😊😑

Let me remind you ,if it was not already crystal clear that We are Not machines. 🙆🏻
Each of us has a different capability in our own unique way.

But anyways. I am not the bashing kind. So you are forgiven. As it is , given the type you are , you are probably not reading it 😛

So lets forget the exam setters and other people. Let’s talk about ourselves.
Yeah. I am selfish. So lets talk about ourselves from my point of view 😂 ( do share yours too, please 😀)
                                       A day in the exam hall

So the instant I walk into the Hall , I remember all my Gods. Not because I want an easy paper. Or strength to write down the exams. Because I want the most lenient and lazy invigilator. 😂.
After I have found the invigilator and judged him based on his past experiences , I take my seat.
A look is exchanged among all the near and dear neighbours. Time for true brotherhood man ! 🖐🏻High five.
Trust me , if the government departments would have even half the cooperation and understanding like friends in an exam hall..each country would be a better place to live 😂😄

Fine. Bring it on . Bring on the question paper.
The first instruction. Not all questions are compulsory.
Wow. Some blessed souls we are. 😍
And then I look at the questions.
Oh. Not all questions are compulsory , because I won’t be able to attempt the remaining 5 too.
So you need not answer all the questions. You can just laugh and laugh again at the little game played by the teacher. Laugh till you cry. Because eventually you will.
😝
Now there I am with the question paper. As I start attempting I hear someone call me. My friends need me . I must go . I check out the angle of the face of the invigilator and turn to my friend. You have to be real quick at this. Q4 he asks. Back to paper. Oh yes i know it. I turn back my face to help the needy.
Now I don’t know if you have faced the same situation too , but every time I am about to open my mouth to either tell the answer or ask a question the billion dollar question hits me bang on. ” Should i shout? Or should I whisper? Will my voice echo??😳”.

It’s a life saving decision you need to take in a matter of seconds. Hopefully it’s the right choice you make so that you don’t have to repeat yourself.

And so an hour passes. I look around. Every one is busy . Some are racing with their pens. Others with their mind.
Ahh this cruel mind.😏
It makes sure it doesn’t drop a chance to not wander. Thoughts. All kind of them pop up in my mind. Doing exactly what I don’t want them to. So sometimes I will be humming a song I last heard. Or checking out guys and the dresses of girls. Man! Some girls do maintain their fashion sense even during exams😂
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It’s the voice of some one that startles me and brings me back to reality. Mostly the squeal of the invigilator.
I rush back to the next question.
And I don’t know how weird or normal it is. But I completely forget the answer once I start writing it. It comes back in phases 😂
Then comes the most certain question. Obviously from the portion of syllabus you left. 😒
I look at the question. I knew it. I wouldn’t know the answer. But a guess sometimes works 😂😛

Slowly we move on to the last phase of our exams. The “last 30 minutes remaining”phase.
You know there are times when you exactly know what you are doing? 😊
Yes. This is definitely not one of those. 😂
I have no idea how many more questions remaining. Or what I thought i would frame their answers like.
The last 30 minutes bro!🖖🏻
You don’t think. You just vomit albeit with a pen, on the paper, trying your best to make it a legible and recognisable collection of words.
Often I think, it’s not being the most studious that helps you in an exam.( You are the most disturbed and disturbing fellow present though 😂). It helps if you are ambidextrous. 💪🏻
My knuckles are literally crying after today’s exam 🙄😂

Finally the 30 minutes over.
But actually no exam is over until there is that one guy or girl in the hall who goes “Mam please one minute more. Sir just last line.”.
And the others staring at them like “Was there so much to write? “😛

Then you come out of the examination Hall. You face a different kind of exam here. The reality. Because how hard you try not to , people will discuss. And they will make you realise that your answers are wrong. And that you screwed up😂😂😂

Sigh!
Oh wait. How I did forget to mention that one cool guy😎 who walks out of the examination Hall an hour before.
It sometimes hurts to see how lucky the people are who have given up on these worldly possessions 😂😂😂😂😂

Well this is how my experience is about… on a typical exam day in a typical Indian college or school.
I am sure your experiences would differ. Do share your opinions.There is no right or wrong here after all 😀

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WORDS

Day 04 : The haiku challenge. 
In this challenge, i needed to select a given HAIKU  and form a story/poem around it with my own interpretation .

This is the Haiku I selected : 
expressions of face
happy sad angry frown shy
face is the index

And here is my story .

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With his words he tried a lot.
To let the world know he was now a strong man. He didn’t care.
Although , once she walked in , the smile on his face said more .
You could even see the sparkle in his eyes . But it didn’t take longer than a second , for his expressions to change.
First , there was a sigh, then a frown.
With each passing moment he remembered the anger he had grown up with. Or was it the sadness actually ? Unfortunately he had memorised in his memory that day’s scene too well.
The day his mother had cheated on his father.
And him. 
Of course he said he was fine

.But every time his mommy had walked in , the child he had put to sleep long ago , would crave to wake up . 

 

 

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Thoughts…

DAY 03 : IBMC #03- Risk for a random challenge 

The terms of the challenge : It’s a challenge to see how random can you be. Write ten sentences where there is no connection to each other. Go as random as you can get.

Well, Challenge Accepted. 😉 :D.

Random sentences , yet connected. Go on have a deep thought 🙂

April 1 is celebrated as Fools day. The neighbour’s door bell had rung twice. As I tossed and turned in bed, the clock struck 3. There were 4 people in the family. 5 years of marriage is not long , but  five years of compromise ..definitely .Snoopy had given birth to 6 puppies just yesterday. 7 days and a week is over, yet again. The 8th month would mean the third trimester and soon it would all end. Kids grow up so fast , baby Kia would turn 9 this year.
The Marriage was held in the summer of April 2010.

 

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A Picture says a 1000 words ( 722 in my case)

DAY 2 :

As If the 30 day challenge was not enough to satiate my needs of expressing ( and gaining popularity 😛 ) I have also decided to be a part of the Incredible Blogger Marathon Challenge. This is a fun challenge where I have been given 10 tasks to be performed.

And today’s task is called FREEZE A FOTO . I need to select a photograph and describe it , obviously in my own words 😀

As I rammed through my collection of pictures in gadgets ( a laptop and phone 😛 ) , I found this one picture which suits the mood better than everything.
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Well to the unknown , this a photograph of my batchmates from our last fest at college.  We have been living in the same hostel , some of us in the same rooms too for 4 years of our life.  ^.^

And now with our college coming to an end there is hardly a month more before we all go back to our homes and never come back to sleep with each other again. ( Pun intended 😛 )

The four walls of a girls hostel have always been the talking point of all guys in all boys hostel. Of course ,they will  disagree now but then WE KNOW ( Girls always know stuff…don’t they ?  : P)

So well , this post is to Kaveri Hostel . The 4 years we spent here as a famliy . Doing all kinds of stuff TOGETHER .

We have been sick of Kriti always being stuck with her phone : P .   We have been “mesmerised” by Neha’s choicest colourful pyjamas. We have been taught  Food Art by yukta in the mess.
You girls have listened patiently to my random non sense chatter . Like why was I even telling you about my friends of play school ?? -_-
We have been awed by Kavya’s impeccably clean room .
And sneha’s room has always served the purpose of a common room !
Vipasha has irritained (enterain + irritate ) us all times of day. (Why you do this pasha ? )
We have over heard Akanksha’s daily plans , without a choice 😛
We have been swayed by Khushbu’s SWAG .We have been lucky to see Chanchal’s dance moves .
Garima has shown us the use of all face packs 😛  Kanchan is the ultimate hostel hack . You have her. You need no one else.  We have been lucky to see the real face of Kiran- Crazy and mad 😛 . Coy? Never.  We have always been looked after by Kirti .  We have seen Aayushi fall again. And again.
Obviously we have seen Shruti study. But we have also heard her speak Hindi and spell “Kshatriya” 😛 . Rashmi has always been the slowest eater.
We have seen Aditi and Taniya always run for, you know what 😉 We have been wowed by Vedangi’s creativity.  We have all been dragged out of our beds by Shibali . We have all stopped Ritu from singing. Nripa has told us all how and where Himachal is. And also who, how and where Jimmy is ! 😛
We have laughed non stop on Subhagya’s sarcasm.  And we have always, always found food in Sonvy’s room . 🙂

We have gossiped . We have bitched .

We have danced and danced . Nagins and Baratis .We have been Munnis and Sheilas and of course Pritam pyare ❤ 😛 .

We have studied  😛 .

We have somehow digested the mess food for so long. O how much I will miss the Poha 😛

We have seen each other in our sexiest avatars  😉 .

We have tolerated each other’s mood swings.

We have not thrashed the birthday girl 😛 . We have made her the birthday princess ! ❤

We have slept entire days.  And we have talked entire nights.

We have cracked our share of jokes on NIFTEM Studs.  We have fan-girled a lot on REAL studs !

We have slept on each others beds. Cosy . ( Sexy ? 😛 )

We have had monkeys , rats , dead pigoens and a lot of other bio diversity here.

We have made our most dangerous plans.

We have chatted in washrooms.

We have pulled each others legs.

And O lord! We have even played hide –n- seek  😛 😛

And while doing this all we have grown up. From 1st floor and 2nd floor we have all become 4th year mams.
From strangers and awkwardness we have moved to Friendship and shamelessness.

We have found our sisters for a lifetime.  FOREVER ❤

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