The Hyderabadi pilla...

FB is an amazing time-pass, so says the rest of the world and I agree. And it's A+ kind of quizzes is just dumbly amazing. Off lately there has been a lot really challenging (Ya, Right!) quizzes like, "Are you a true Malayalee?", "Are you a true Piscean?" or "Are you a true Hyderabadi"?.

I saw a couple of my friends take the last quiz and a lot of them did earn the TRUE HYDERABADI TITLE. But there is none like this one person who can beat the record of a real true Hyderabadi.

I call her the Hyderabadi Pilla (H Pilla)- meaning Hyderabadi Girl! She is one easy going, no sweat kind of girl. I have hardly seen any tension on her face. If at all there were any, it would have been noticed in a word, sigh or mostly gone unnoticed. That's her level of expression. It's strange that a person like me who mentally-documents all incidents, missed on how the HPilla came into our lives. It's my shame!

Moving on, she's a talent in herself. It's amazing how she works her way from accounts and to running a radio show. Too much I say for a 24 yr old girl/woman. She is the youngest of us all, but has the most mature head/mind. She flows very easily just like the cloud dancing to the tune and wave of the breeze.

As a cloud and never knowing what's on her mind. HPilla is like the sweetest element of the 3 of us. Probably, when Hari and me argue, she is like the referee. Not that we have hard hitting arguments, but she is just like the boat radar, balancing the two of us.

Her smile is one of the most reassuring aspect about her. You need to be around her, you'll feel all is well.Like some kind of peaceful karma she possesses. Even if she were to be caught by the Principal or bunked any class, she would have that smile assuring you-take a chance buddy! All will be cool.

Now that's what a typical Hyderabadi is all about- Laid back and cool! I'm sure there are issues and worries in her life, but she makes it sound like some kind of a silly joke. Have I seen her tense, moody or worried? Rarely! And she is ought there to help, anytime! She is one hell of a woman.

My Hyderabadi Pilla, a veg-turned-non-veg social being, but most of all one of the best assets, I have forever cherished to possess. I owe her my life and I'm immensely proud of her.

Question+Answers= Students Ni8mare@lecturers insanity quotient

While sitting on the desk as a student and probably hearing the lecture, I often imagined how do these lecturers correct our almost non-legible-sense papers.And today while I sit on the desk as a lecturer distributing corrected answer scripts, I say- "Gosh,I feel like God!".

While you see each of the student's tension as how did they fare the exams, an emotion of sadism is indefinitely prominent. There is some kind of power you feel. It's like you are holding these petrified souls by their throat, knowing the fact that a single digit can make a hell out of heaven or the vice-verse. That's why I hate numbers. They decide everything, from your age to weight to grades on your certificate and hence the pressure to perform, so claims the world!

Now listen to the exodus I walked through while correcting these answer scripts. There were quite a many storms I faced. Most of it was the storm of alphabets being wiped out in front of my eyes. I had to gouge out my owl like eyes to read what they have written. So therefore I was doubting whether I was growing blind but then I realised they just could not differentiate between the alphabet's 'S'& 'A', which are next to each other on every possible keyboard.

Talking of computers, they have made us lazy. Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V/X has made our life so much easy and influential that I saw their traits on these answer scripts. How? For 2 different questions, this student ended up writing the same answer. Now the same thought, but the poor chap did take the effort of writing it again.Feeling compassionate I gave him grace marks. At this level I had already lost on my eyes and my thinking abilities.

The worst nightmare was definitions. They not only changed the entire meaning of it but also the person who penned it. May his/her soul rest in peace! I say this because they have re-christened their names that probably would have resurrected those great thinkers from the grave.Hmmm!

My students did comment that the question paper was a little confusing and tough. Well, that's a practical truth I thought. No matter how much you study, one does go blank out while seeing the paper and while receiving marks, sooner or later.

The journey of teaching is physically, mentally and emotionally stressful. And correcting papers is even more. The reason being if you correct strictly your students may fail, you correct leniently, your students will take you for a ride. If your students fail, as a teacher you will be held responsible. At both sides I am at the receiving end.

For a minute I think I'm God the very next a helpless sheep. Truly this journey of Q+A is definitely a nightmare for both the parties.

Foffcorn Drawing- An Anatomy of lead & white paper

Foffcorn, yes you read it right!Foffcorn, when you're normal you call it Popcorn. But here, let me introduce you to one such walking, talking, dancing, movie buff and ever committing sinner with her extensive indulgence in ice-creams.

After living out a humorous exodus under the guidance of the metrosexual chimp,who assumed foffcorn to be rather smart for his chimp ways, foffcorn takes to dance away to the very happy and "GAY", dancer of the times. Very well the God of dancing blessed her with a platform of dancing, where she missed on one of her lamps. Not to bother but foffcorn braced the scorn and danced her way to glory. And the sweet result being that she is now on a high about her dancing the hidden version of shaking (successfully) hip-a-leg along with Jumbo's mushroom competitor and Harry Potter's most faithful South Indian Thali disciple.

Too much for a 5'4" foffcorn that while she shakes her leg probably her hands tickled their way out saying," We too want to stretch like the leg". Now Foffcorn dutifully listens out of concentration and decided that it's time to get the free hands to work and so commences the second chapter of Foffcorn's life..." A dash with the Drawing Classes".

The very wonderful, skillful, artistic black leads on the white paper ground you see, is Foffcorn's. Now, I confess she has taken me by surprise.Her first sketch of the tree in between the water and the house on the rather extreme and right in between the boat. So much like her, she always finds her way out through diplomacy and is ever ready to jump... I wonder what must have been on her mind when she sketched the river.
The backless Elephant- The title of the second pic. Apparently, she couldn't figure/imagine how the back of the Elephant would be and a smart way of cover up. She drew the elephant from the front view. Now when the front is visible who really cares about the backside. Ahem!Smart woman. You sure hit the back while aiming the front. Sounds like the mantra of business.

The Blooming Nameless Flower- Foffcorn pretty much got the shape of the petals, leaves, the vase is visible from the head. And here to a very frontal view focus. Only to mention that her gaze is what's right in front of her eye. Only that I can't figure out whether it's a close up of a lily or jasmine or rose. So I name it nameless.

The SINGLE bird- Honestly, I'm unaware of the gender and specie of the bird. As these two factors matter a lot while analysing it,thus raising a very subjective point of view. Therefore I invite you to think freely with or without objectivity.

The almost PERFECT One- Awww! it's a DOG!!!! The perfect one. You know it's a dog and it's a lab. What a wonder. After 5 practices, Foffcorn gets the image of man's most faithful friend's image aptly. What else one needs, when you have a friend. Applaud! Applaud! the new artist of the vicinity.... FOFFCORN.

What a wonder! An amatuer takes on the lead & white paper only to be re-discovered as the born artist.( And audience claps! claps! claps!). On a second glance, again the Dog's picture is a front close up view. Hmmm!! hang on... Did Foffcorn imagine MJ while drawing the PERFECT ONE, seems to have a unique gifted nose... ( Go Check Back).

Hail Foffcorn! Hail the artist! Leonardo are you listening... you have a daughter here!!!

She calls me... "My Gurl"....

Agreed that I'm a little beyond the more philosophical kind who is always trying to find, analyse and reason out the meaning of life. I admit it, unlike the rest who think are not the philosophical kinds, but lemme tell you! If you are still breathing, you are a philosopher!

And so here I go again talking about the one of the many few people in my life, who perennially calls me a "looser". Also thinks that my faith in God is a little way too much, so much that she has begun swearing, "Sweet Jesus"! Let me be clear, I don't preach just practise the preaching!

Anyways, moving on... I've known her for more than seven years and even now I keep thinking, "Gosh! this girl is something else". She has and is one of the best gifts life has bestowed upon me,to whom I'd be eternally grateful. Anyone who meets her the first time cannot miss her eyes. She has one of the most loveliest eyes, giving away the impression of innocence and communicate non-verbally a rebuke! A perfect example of," If only eyes could speak!".

Unlike her eyes talking, she doesn't actually do the talking. Probably will never talk what's in and on her mind or heart. Having walked and talked with her, there is something that remains so mysterious about her, which is, what's exactly that she wants in her life? Exceptionally talented so much that I'm totally in awe of her. Sad that people around her don't see it, so much so that even she isn't aware of how talented she is.

She is passionate,impulsive & beautiful-a heady combination and a perfect blend of the 21st century independent working woman. Yet, deep down she still remains that child, that girl who wants to be set free like a bird. Where she could spread her wings and fly away into the blue skies, gently float into the rhythm of the breeze and bask away lazily on the green grasses.

That's what I hear in her silence and words. That's what I feel when she is mad and angry. That's what I see her struggling through to make a mark in this BIG world. Immensely strong and subtle at the same time. The way she held me by the hand, stood by my side that rainy day! Six years passed and still she does the same, holds me firmly by her hand. Her heart is a big as the mighty ocean, yet is always in a turmoil of emotions, eclipsing and engulfing the rough tides of life. "Life is bloody unfair, My Gurl!", she often comments and I have to, but agree.

My Gurl! that's what she calls me. It's funny to hear her call out my name. And I prefer her calling me... "My Gurl" and that's what I want to be. I know life has been harsh on her and she has not really got what she deserved. Nevertheless, deep down in my heart, I know one day she will make it through and come out to be as a glittering green jade... the rarest of all stones in this world! For she is truly one of a kind.

Where is it that I want to go?
What is that I want to do?
Who is the one that I want to be with?
Who is the one that I want to be like?

What is that one thing that my eyes keep searching for?
What is that one aspect that I want to possess?
Why is that I search for light in the dark?
Why is that I keep searching for shinier stars in the night?

Why is that I'm at one time,
full of life and the other lifeless?
Why is that once I break into laughter?
The next I'm wiping my tears away?

Why is that I keep on mouthing words of prayer all day,
When I know the answers to it will come one day?
Why is that my thoughts run random?
Why is that I run away from attention?

Why is that I think twice when I have to confront?
Why is that my heart worries, so constant?
How is that I can think and feel, joy and sorrow at the same time,
And why is that I worry what people think about me.

Why is that I have to face break downs and failures?
Why is that my mind, heart and body have to be put to test?
Why is that I am discouraged and lifted high?
Why is that my heart and mind play against each other all the funny games?

Why is that all my life,
I keep asking everyone, Why?
Why is that I'm compared against the normal,
And complained that I'm not one? (What and who are they anyway?)

Why is that I can't be and think,
What may be good for me and what is not?
Why is that I have to learn to abide by the rules,
that everyone hates to follow, but most of them do?

Why is that I have no words,
to describe what's the why bothering me?
But I can feel and see where and how it bothers me?
Why, What, Where, Who and How are the words that maketh my life... can't help but still ask WHY?