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You go to Lifestyle, Shoppers Stop, wherever, look at a t-shirt, shirt, pair of pants/dress which has been amazingly appealing to you [which you had already chosen to buy before but, as you would all know, Indians are not "IMPULSIVE" buyers], then your eyes fall upon another new, attractive piece of cloth, then another one which dominates the previous one, then you have a look at price tag and you go, "never mind" :p even though dad's there to pay the bill. You go to a restaurant, look at the price of tea and reminisce that the last time you had an entire meal for the same cost. You go to a particular website to download your favorite movie, and realize there are too many options to choose from. You think, ponder over, surf more, which one has the best quality, which one is the perfect size and keep thinking, ultimately you have done nothing except that you have lost a lot of time and you are back to square one. To quote Enrique, "In these crazy world of

So, its starts a week ago. All and sundry is worried about that one ailing person. And then came the end. Of Balasaheb Thackeray. So my inspiration for blogging today, I have been all free, thanks to the bandh due to his death and I have had ample of time to go through everything written about him from the wall posts on FB to newspaper pieces to different messages and I felt, why not blog too?! The Tiger Yesterday, I was in my class solving a problem being taught by a very patient teacher when suddenly around 5.30 pm, a boy stands up with his bag on his shoulder and says,”Sir,I need to leave. Sorry.” Followed by a few. I was a little confused as I did not know why they just stood up and left without explaining themselves, disrespecting the professor. That is when I read a text flashing on my cell phone saying, "Balasabeb has passed away." The teacher tried to calm us down but we were reluctant. We all left in 5 min. As I walked down, I saw that none of the shops we

Justifications! We manage to justify all the mistakes we commit. We can stop feeling guilty about simply anything by justifying it. We drive past a traffic signal when it is still red and we apparently have a convincing reason for it. We choose something over the other, and we have a persuasive reason for that too. This kind of defense mechanism is known as rationalization. Rationalization is of two types- 'Sour Grape Rationalization' and 'Sweet Lime Rationalization'. I refuse to go dining at a pizzeria. And the reason I give? I hate pizzas (Which certainly is a lie). They're not good for health at all; I would rather have my mum's home-cooked food, I say. This may seem convincing enough but the real reason behind my refusal is that I'm broke. But do I let the cat out of the box? Of course not. This behaviour, where one devalues what they don't possess, is called 'Sour Grape Rationalization'. While we are on the topic let me add tha

So I am a feminist and that doesn't stop me from letting men drop me home. Why would it when we have people with mentalities like the Haryana khap panchayat roaming around. I am scared for myself. I mean Indian societies have always blamed women for provoking men. You wear clothes that are remotely revealing and men's fantasies are woken from their slumber. I mean of course it’s not their fault. Where the people are going to blame the women for provoking the man, for dressing inappropriately, for mixing with men, for being progressive, why would a man think twice before actually doing it? Yes, the right advice is for women to not disregard their safety, to learn self defense, to make smart decisions. No but our country is full of politicians and moral police called the Khap that think eating chowmein leads to increase in rape. (I am not making this up!) It is indeed the Chinese. Lets blame them for all our problems. Can the man be disrespectful of a woman and hence be dr

It is pouring cats and dogs. You don’t have an umbrella (it always rains, when you don’t have one). And why should you have one in OCTOBER? (Nature and its mysterious ways, we will never understand!) You are trying to protect yourself from the heavy downpour with your tiny little bag and begging for a rickshaw to take you home. You feel the urge to curse everyone. The thing you hate most at the moment is the suave cars passing by splashing water on you as if mocking you. Some rickshaws just pass by, not bothering to even look around. And then one of them stops. A “jhund” of people rush (from god knows where) for that one. All of us beg. But the snob refuses to hear our pleas. Meri Marzi! :P Have you seen his arrogance? Everyone instantly blurts the wildest gaalis, frustrated of this awful behavior. But he is indifferent. He has no remorse. He feels no pity or pain. And if you dare ask him the reason, he gives most absurd answers: “Gas nahi hai.” “Mujhe udhar nahi jana.”

Note: This post is not a lesson in the alphabets; it is about having a conscience while having some fun. Enough has been said about the Nashik Dhol, the dancing during visarjan, the themes of the Ganpati’s and the scrumptious food that Mumbai is known for. Also, enough “breaking news” has been made from the rising decibels, the POP idols and the 24/7 coverage of the Mumbai traffic during visarjan on all news channels (when all you have to do is look down from your window and there it is!) There are over 3, 00,000 (yes, that many zeros!) Ganpati idols immersed in water bodies around the city each year; only 1/6th of which are eco friendly. ‘Eco – friendly is the way to go’ is what environmentalists have been shouting. But is anyone listening? So what are we doing about it? We are cleaning the beach. Yes. Tomorrow, 6.30 am on Juhu beach we will gather with our brooms and gloves. Hope to see you there.

Fingers tapping constantly on the key pad, eyes on the message being typed and also looking around to take note of this world, a demented smile on our faces while reading a message, deafening music playing in our ears; it is how we roll now, with our senses under THE phone’s control! Can we imagine a day (or even a few hours) without our phones? If only, (God forbid :P) you wake up in the morning and don’t find the phone next to you or worse your phone ‘dead’ (metaphorically, they don’t actually live, you know?) most of us will have an heart attack. Like I did the other day…. My misfortune - I forgot my phone charger in office! (It does sound a very petty thing, but only those who have passed through such trauma can understand!) First reflex, I check the battery, it shows 5%. I skip a beat. You don’t have an IPhone charger; you don’t have an IPhone charger! Panicking, I try to search for an alternative charger, but all in vain. Finally the countdown ends, NOT to my delight. T

It fell. The metro had been covering the skies for days now; making everything dark. The boy didn’t like it. No one did actually. But they said it was progress and everyone heard while they said so. It would reduce traffic. It would make the world a better place. Would it, the boy wondered? But he was fine. His father got a job building it and he got a home living under it. It wasn’t so bad, was it? He played on the road, slept under the skies. He saw kids with dreary uniforms and sulky faces go to school every morning. He would be rolling in his bed of sand and mud glad he didn’t have to go. But maybe he would have liked it. He would know someplace with a roof if he ever went there. Maybe he would not have to live under the metro. But its fine, he thought. Living under the metro wasn’t that bad after all. When it rained they had to sit under one plastic sheet, all 12 of them and try and sleep. That was the only bad part. But on the other days, it was good. Then, it fell. His father w

“While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do. ”- Apple Computer Inc. The above words describe RCNM. We like to be heard. We like to make a difference. And our aim this year is to involve YOU in everything we do. We are paving inroads that reach every student in NM, every student in Mumbai and everyone who cares to make a difference. This is how we describe ourselves: NM – A college that is known for its CA crazy students and for its food haunts. We have some of the nicest teachers and coolest classrooms (literally). Hence, we force ourselves to turn up in college almost every day. (The strict attendance norms help too.) It has 19 clubs and 2 festivals that provide a platform for displaying talent all round the year. RCNM – A club where wacky teenagers get together. And while trying to change the world into a better place, they become awesome themselves. RCNMite – S