bucket list......

morgan freeman , jack nicholson .. and a whole lot to think about ........ yep thats what the bucket list was all about ..... it was about how having the money isnt the only thing ...... and having the brains isnt the only thing ... it had to be both ... and if u cant find both in u ... try a man sleeping next to .. fighting cancer .. undergoing chemo .... and trying realll hard to control his pee .......... "aishu write ur self a bucket list "....(yelled my moth bitten brain...). even though u have a long way off to conk it ............ so what ....."heres mine ".........
MY BUCKET LIST
1.To walk into a shop and fit into the first pair of denims i choose
2. To lay under a water fall ...
3. To own a private island .. if not own to live on one for some time
4. To walk from the "arc de triumph"... and enter some lane and get lost ...holding hands and laughing because WE wouldnt have understood one word of the directions given to us
5.To go back packing around india ...with friends
6. To get a call from ma and pa .... at every place they stop on their world tour ...
7. To be a stock broker for a day
8.To complete one trignometry problem (a difficult one)... allll alone
9.To be in a candle light vigil for anything i support
10. To be on a show as a guest *dreams *
11.To open an animal shelter .......
12.To hear my fav song sung by my fav singer on my birthday only for me (wink wink)
13.To see hyderabad fully ......... i mean gully gully mey se
14. To win a beauty contest (hahaha .... who am i kidding)
15.To stay in the jungle or a forest reserve
16. To take a plunge at the great barrier reef..
17.To runaway and get married
18.To sit on an RD350 .... ripping on the autobahn at 100kmph and listning to music on my ipod
19.To play in wet mud ...
20.To win a reputed film festival
21.To make a kid laugh ...... giggle giggle and squeal from all the tickling
22.To meet Gordon ramsay and cook a meal with him (ma he is mine......)
23.To dance and win a "dance till ur legs can "competition .........
24.To jump from a 30 feet diving board into an olympic size pool ... looking over the sea ....
25.To go on a long train journey and eat everything the vendors get .......
(new additions)
26.To go without being moody for a week... then progress to months .....
27. To play the tabla with zakir hussain
28.To get corn braids in my hair
29.To watch movies for 2 days in a row without a wink of sleep (jon u can do this :P)
30.To be a minister or atleast a member of parliment :)

dats it for my list ..... they r the vague, mundane things my heart seems to want to do ..... before i kick the bucket ................ add your own bucket lists ... and lets see if they match ... if they do .... heheh we will save money and do it together ......... but write urself one ... just for kicks ..... aurevoir

p.s pinky and robin this ones for u....26. to cry at pinkys wedding when i see robin anna and pinky say "i do ".. and smile at each other like they have acheived all that they dreamt off for so many years ....... love u both ... muaahhhhh

ragged rumours .........

i couldnt wait to write this .... for a lot of reasons .... one being .. our juniors just popped into college ... to join the judged system of the management towards mass comm.......... supreme court just passed a law stating any student who is ragged by their senior can complain and they will be put in jail ..... hmmmmmmmm .....*thinks to self*....... where have those days gone where .... after a ragging sessions the juniors and the seniors became goood ... like reallly thick friends .... where have those days gone .. where a senior would see a pretty junior girl and ragging ragging mey pyaar ho jaaye ...... where have those days gone where the maximum ragging a senior could do was .... ask the juniors to sing a song and say BOW table.... or sing (jhooom barabar jhoom in a slow death song way.... with reference to askammas dare).....:P....why have the seniors become more nasty (stupid engineering college donated seat with rich father kids .... jackasses they r ....they started all this )...and why have the juniors become more wimpy:P:P.. ya so back to the point ..... why have we become so scared .... why have we lost that spirit of a dare ..... it was there till last year atleast.........:P... seriously .. last year i got ragged and believe me it was the best thing that happened in college ..... i got to know my seniors ... got to know the ones who were absolutely wonked and the ones who were wonker than wonked(jonathan and ritu ... referring to u :P:P).....they didnt ask me to do much ... asked me to say my nursery rhymes in a different way ... and then made me sing a song ... and done ..... we had not only broken barriers .... but had loosened up ....... this year things were different in short WE GOT BUSTED(seniors i mean).... wimpy juniors told on us ... dear princi"pain"....... comes and threatens us saying tc ..... had to get mom ..... and then things were ok ....lamest part being .... he asks us to talk to the juniors two months later ..... (yeah i think it would be better if we spoke to them after they got their jobs......:P).......so another moral for u (man i should be a philosopher .... becoming blooody goood at these morals ..... :P......)...dont rag ur juniors (not even if it is just an intriduction )... they get wimpier with academic year .... so stay away from them like they have the plague(added by mom)..... stick to talkin to ur classmates and seniors ...... and when time comes for competitions to start SHOW EM WHO IS BOSS...... the tables will turn ... u will go back to being ruler .. they will go back to being slave ... until they pass our test and when they do ...... they become rulers tooo ......... aurevoir

"AAM" Existence

Alphonso, malgoa, imam basand , tota pari ..........do the names ring a bell ..... or do i hear ssssslllllrrrpppppp ..... ok for all those who dont know what i am talking about they are varieties of MANGOES ...... yep ... i know mad thing to be writing about ..... but u will realise that in the intricate parts of ur lives there has always been a mango ... or many mangoes that have been present ....... and that have added that extra taste ... even though of not much use ... but the filling stomach and the messy hands did justice ...... all the ads that come on tv about "slice, maaza, frooti "claim that they make u feel like ur literally tasting a mango(what is literally tasting a mango . sounds like telling ur doc .. i am literally pregnant :P:P) ... well i DONT THINK SO ..... either they havent ever ... been made to sit on the floor with news paper in front and given the mango seed because u were the kids ..... or they have never worn old tee's and shorts ... so that even if they dropped it all over it was ok ......... mangoes are called the king of fruits because they are like kings in all ways .... they way they taste .. so rich .. so different ... so unlike the common man .... they r the authority and they decide when they want to come ..... there are various kingdoms in mangoes ... some that come first like the little provinces ...... and some like huge kingdoms ....... the provinces come first .. they rnt the sweetest u have tasted .... and some can make ... ur hair curl ..... hehehehe then u have the bigger kingdoms come in ...... who are sweeter trying really hard to be the sweetest ..... then come the MAAAANNNGOES ....... hehehh .... the sweetest ones all seasons that ..... prove the saying "keeping the BEST for last "...... the fruits whose smell makes u feel like u have a little puddle of spit forming in ur mouth just waiting to dribble down ....... the ones dat make u wanna skip lunch or dinner just to eat one whole mango urself .... the ones dat will make u fall asleep as soon as u hit the bed ........ mangoes are yummy in the tummy(dats what my little cousin says :P:P).... and let me tell u .... it is realllly difficult to stay on a diet when ur craving eyes have no choice but to go settle on them ........ :P:P....... so moral of the story .......
a lover can come
a wife can go
a man can come
an affair can go
but if u want to experience
the ultimate joy
JUST EAT A MANGO ......
heheheheh i know really LAME poem ..... but come on ...... it is the truth heheheh ..... so happy enjoying the last few day in blissful mango heaven ...... gear up for the end of the mangoes ......stock all u can .. stuff all u want ... slllrppp the loudest ... and grin ... foolish but contently ....at ur AAM existence........aurevoir

ADIEU!!!!!!!

"BYE "...such a small word to say but the emotions that come along with that word are sometimes too heavy to handle ....... we bid ADIEU day before yesterday to a "teacher, a friend, a confidante, a genius, a guide"...but most of all A FATHER ... a father of 200 students he considered his own .... someone who made a pearl out of the students who were just grains of sands..... he was that LARGE OYSTER... who sheltered us from the rough SEA'S and just held strong .. we said good bye to our "PILLAR OF STRENGTH".... with a very heavy heart ............ let me lead u through a series of events that took place ..... as soon as we got the NEWS that "he"was leaving .... we had a meeting as to how we could stop him from going ...... we tried every thing in the book ....... nothing happened ... it was decided ...... the lion would be taken away from his cubs .. whom he nurtured and made strong so that they would survive no matter what the circumstance .......... we wrote a petition .. we signed it .. we decided to meet the BOSS.... but nope all failed ........ at the end we had no choice but .... give up on our efforts ... and console ourselves and accept that the day of his departure was nearing ....... we knew we had to make him smile one last time ..... and we did ....... "deewan family dhaba"seemed like HEAVEN dat day ..... and it was a fantastic way to have said good bye ..... he told us a few things too "he said ... u are ur best judge .. if u think ur right .. and if u r telling the truth .. then stand by it .. because truth does triumph ........ he said u should be good at what u do then no one can point a finger at u ....... u will be judged no matter what ... and u should learn how to deal with it .. if u learn dat then u have become MATURE ...... its not what the person has said that u have to understand... it is how to decipher the UNSAID .. dat matters .. learn dat and u r the master ........ and last .... i know everyone of u will enter the media field and will be successful because u have gone through a struggle too early in ur life "... those words still ring in our ears ... they ring with a vengance to prove ourselves only to him and do him proud.............. the last time i saw father was day before yesterday ....5 minutes before the train blew its horn ..... telling us ... "its time u said bye .. until u see him next ...".. and dats what we did .... we didnt know how to but we did ..... holding back tears and the want to just hold his hand and drag him back to the studio ..... we walked along with the train as it began to gain speed ... and waved frantically .....and that was the last time i saw him smile ..... and saw that twinkle in his eye ..... the same smile that used to tell me i was a very talkative girl .. and i did well in my paper ...........that was the last time i saw the man ... who knew more about the media then most media people did who was calm and knew his time would come..... we stood with no words to say ... and we stood there till the train chugged off on its way...... leaving behind only memories of him on our tracks of life .......................aurevoir

ACADEMICS ..... for ever!!!!!

college starts in two days .... and i realised .... . i still am that little school girl inside who loves a new academic year .. with new uniforms .. and neatly covered school books .. with labels and our names written in permanent markers .... a new class room .. new class teacher .... a hope to be chosen as class monitor ... :P:P..... the joy of sitting on new benches ... and moving up one GRADE..(yes i always passed first attempt ....:P)..... and not to forget choosing school captains for a new year ... the first prayer .. all of it ...... i love the new academic year .....and every milestone till now in my ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE (i choose to think :P:P)...... i have learnt somethings .... we all have in our own way ..... i have learnt .. in school u are all the same .. it doesnt matter who is rich who is poor ..because u r in the same uniform ..... u all look the same ... and there is never a bias ..... all the teachers think u are stupid kids ... :P:P...... then u reach intercollege (for most .. for some 11&12..)....... (and obviously u have all heard dat stupid joke dat i heard from huz ...... what course are u doin "INTERCOURSE"......:P:P...)... u choose a course .. which mostly ends up being the choice u make for life ...... in "inter"things change .... suddenly ... looks .. money and popularity seems like the only thing on the agenda ...... u make friends u think r gonna be .. pals forever .... u realise nope they wanted something from u .... something they didnt have ....... but sometimes u make friends who do stick by u .. even though u put them through shit (huz r u listening :P:P)....... u wait to become seniors .... having devious plans to RAG ur juniors.... make them lick ur toes ..and bow at ur command ..... nothing like dat happens ... and u just move on .. to studying for ur boards .... and trying every building that has engineering college written on it .......... for most .. "the gates of engineering or medicine .. welcome them ...... for the lucky ones ... its DEGREE ... :P:P...... u enter degree college ... thinking u have achieved all that u had to in school and inter ... not knowing .. degree gives u whiffs of the mean BIG BAD WORLD outside ....... in degree it doesnt matter how much money u have or what u drive ..... u have to be good at what u do ........ u realise u will be heard only if u r a cut above the rest ......in degree suddenly there will be more people who will not like u then like u ...... and u will never seem to have the time to ask them why .........

i start a new academic year in DEGREE college ..... will be going to second year (yes yes i passed first attempt only .... :P:P)..... i have a few plans of tormenting them poor juniors ...... :P:P..... but more than that i look forward to .. a few more tastes of the rat race outside ... look forward to making a mark in the college and out ...... look forward to knowing the people who come into college and maybe become friends with a few ...... so at the end of it all ..... i realised ... that at no point in my life will i ever stop learning ...... agreed i wouldve passed out of college ... and done post grad ..... may be phd's(who am i kidding).... but i willl always be learning new things .... new academics i am supposed to keep for life ... and pass on to my kids ........ and grandkids (if i live long enough ..)....... so i guess will just have to SAVOUR each moment ....... aurevoir

REVOLT........

that word makes me feel like a warrior ... with revenge on her mind.... hatred in her heart and the wish to kill to get peace back ...... i know to all reading it will sound weird .. and ur thinking why is aishu talking of revolting and against whom ......... well i am talking about revolting against an institution .. that doesn't realise "SUCCESS"even if it slaps it in the face ... doesn't realise "creativity"when it walks past it 100 times ..... i am talking of revolting against an institution .... who will never know a worth of a LEADER... and who will let its seeds die even before they grow out and become saplings ..... because of jealous minds ... and the fear of being trampled over by the best in the business ..... in this case in the institution ... i am talking of an institution that believes .. VILLAGE bred folk are much better than the URBAN ..... and the institution that can never stop .. judging ...... the varied thoughts ,ideals and goals a certain section of the youth have ....... i want to revolt against an institution who don't care if the best they have rot on one side as long as they are always in control ......

this feeling of wanting to revolt grows with each hour .... second in fact ... it grows more knowing the roots or the creator of an ERA ... will walk away ... from his creations .... with a broken heart .. because his heart lies here ..... knowing he might never get a chance to see those piles of clay mould in his and his fellow sculptors hands ever again.... knowing he might go away for long and forget how the joy .. pride .. success ..&..the achievement tasted .... and loose that taste after a while ....... because of a few ... sore losers who could never accept defeat or competition ... and never stand up to fight it .... who choose the shallow path .. who stabbed from the back .. unlike true warriors ..&. who started a fire ... amongst young warriors to avenge their creators FATE .......... i am one of those warriors .... i will revolt .. i will fight till the sun sets into the horizon and never rises .... knowing it will be of no use for it ..... because the warriors who had a part of the sun .. wouldv'e won and will shine much brighter than the sun ever did ........

MY "RAY"

I was sitting at the bus stop the other day ... waiting in the killing heat .. and this boy of about 14 yrs came and sat next to me ... he looked at me and smiled ... i was taught that when someone smiles smile back .... i did too ... the boy was silent and suddenly started to cry .. wondering if it was my fault i asked him .. what the matter was ... he says ... "nothing "... no one cries because of nothing .. so i asked him differently ... i said "did u have a fight at home ??".. "no"came the reply... "u didn't do well at school??"......"i did ok in my tests"....then what is wrong why are you crying ??? .. did u do something wrong ???......"no no nothing like that" ........... then he stopped crying .. and he asked me my name .. i told him i was AISHUWARYA... he said he was RAY..he stayed right behind the bus stop and he liked sitting at the stop talking to people ... and he told me he liked aishwarya rai ......and salman khan ...... then he kept quiet ..... there was no sign of a bus .. maybe for a reason ...... he then began to talk ..... he asked me if i had friends ???.. i told him i did .. he asked me if i have lots of friends .. i said not lots but i have a few friends ....... and he smiled ..... he said "i have friends too ....... i have 5 friends ... they study in the same school i study in .... we r going to the tenth now" .......... his eyes were full .. he didn't want to cry .. he wanted to show he was strong ... but he couldn't control himself .. down came those tears .... and then he spoke ....... he said ...... "i am lonely .... i am lonely because no one cares"..... i told him his parents always will care .. he should go speak to them .......he said "... its not my parents ... i am talking about my friends .... they dont care .... i care so much about them .. but they don't ..... they have asked for my books i gave it to them ... they asked me for my toys i gave it to them ..... still they don't care ...... ".. i told him he should go make new friends ... he said ......"no. they are nice people .... but they aren't interested in me ......... u see when ur friends call u to ask u how ur day was u are happy no ???.... my friends dont call ... they dont ask to find out how my day was .... they dont tell me when something big happens .... they dont even tell me when they are playing cricket ........ i only take so much interest to call them and find out .when the match is ..........".. and then he began crying profusely ... i had a lump in my throat ........he went on "he said i tried very hard .. not to be interested too ... i cannot do it .. i like talking to them .... but they dont ....... thats why i am crying ............ i have a brother but he is very small and he has his own friends to play with".........i told him .. i would be his friend and we would meet at the bus stop on saturdays and sundays .. he agreed and smiled .... and believe it or not then the bus came ...... the next week i met RAY again and he was better ... he told me about his brother who had gotten fever and how he was spending time at home .............even though ray spoke to me with a little joy .. i knew there was something eating him inside .. i didnt ask .. i knew he would tell me when the time was right .............. the next week i went to the bus stop ... and waited for ray .... i waited for half an hour .. and something made me go to his house .... i went and his mom was there with his brother .... the house was small and quiet ..... i asked them where ray was and she started to cry ....... she told me ray had died .... he died in his sleep ........ he was crying about something but wouldn't tell his parents .. they thought it was a fight with his friends so they let him be .. he went to sleep crying .. and never woke up ........... ray did suffer from a disease ......it is called "LONELINESS"....

this post is to ray ... for telling me .. no matter what always reciprocate the interest or treat someone the way u would want to be treated .............