ahhh!! chef narayan rao was awesomeeeee.. his expressions, humour , the way he held our attention for more than 2 hours.. he did everything perfectly! not once did i even dream about yawning:D all our lecturers have been amazing but this one was (according to me) the best..
keep 'em coming teachers!
hope the guy coming tomorrow is atleast half as good as the chef!
Posted by frizzball at 6:18 AM 4 comments
But this is to talk about Stanley Pinto!! HOW come no one has gushed about him yet, eh?
Anyway, I'll let someone more articulate than me talk about the guest lecture (if she so wishes) and get right down to the nitty-gritty: the two lectures he offered in class.
I promptly emailed him after Saturday, and he was kind 'nuff to email me the two lectures he referred to, and he did: I've forwarded the mail to the class id and the group.
For those who don't know how to access the group (tch tch, shame on you! :P ) here they are:
Lectures
Also, for those who're interested, I have his blog id (which again is very nice) ; let me know if you want it.
Cheers
Posted by tinuviel at 10:26 AM 3 comments
So since Kala ma'am brought it up, I thought it uncanny that the first post on my blog was this one.
I write. To live. I joined PyEC to write. Not to make movies, or photograph (rude as it may sound). No other form of expression is as directly cathartic to me as writing. When I write I am free, unconstrained; perhaps that has been more of a "bad" thing (practically speaking - as in in answer papers and all I just write and write and write, with perhaps more frankness than the question warrants) than good :D.
To quote a friend of mine: " Fear is fear simply because it is something to be hidden, something dark and secret...and well, scary! The most frightening of things, when brought out into the light of day, lose potency. There is a class of people (sorry!) that shies away from writing, of exposing what lies beneath, of burning on paper (or screen) truths they wish didn't exist. Writing as therapy--writing as escape--now that's interesting, what? And I'm sure you don't believe in it--but trust me, it works. "
I've always admired people who can write Beautifully. And put visions before my eyes. Or make me feel an emotion. Somehow, that's intrinsically a good thing, irrespective whether I react negatively or positively. Perhaps because most stuff (and by "most" I mean "everyday") leaves me cold; if I'm paying attention, that's something.
Keep it coming!!
Posted by tinuviel at 8:56 AM 2 comments
i was shocked into consciousness at 12 last night cause of the many calls and messages i was getting, ofcourse i did not reply to any of them but still, its nice to know that people care so much about the fact that 15th august was the day we finally achieved our freedom and there is so much to celebrate about since then..
HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!
may we continue this way till the end.
shilpa
Posted by frizzball at 5:01 AM 0 comments
Donald Duck never wore pants. But whenever he's getting out of the shower, he always put a towel around his waist. I mean, what is that about? - Chandler Bing (Friends)
No particular reason for putting up that quote, just thought it would be something you can ponder over(?).
Anyway, all the excitement of CUL-week is slowly dying down, but what a week! All the people, all the events, the FOOD! Sigh.. all gone! But they've definitely left us wanting for more! Good job, seniors! We had an amazing time. And if anyone has any pictures of CUL-week, please put them up here!
Coming back to normal college life, the guest lecturer today was AWESOME! I, for once, wasn't yawning away! =) It was very interesting and really taught us to branch out and explore other career options.
Looking forward to the rest of guest lecturers!
For people who didn't attend today's lecture, next week is Stanley Pinto. He is mainly going to introduce us to the world of advertising.
Don't miss it!
- Mona
Posted by Mona Girish at 9:12 AM 1 comments
how is it that kala ma'am makes everything look so serene and simple? i had to still check most of the words she has written in my dictionary:>
i do not know why i like to write but i do know that ever since i could remember i have loved to read books and after reading something beautiful i wished i were able to write like that.
writing always helps calm my nerves, it could be anything and everything, it may not make the slightest sense but i enjoy it anyway. for example, im just going to start venting my frustration about my pg lady( and no one can stop me *evil laugh*) she is extremely picky about where each item of furniture should be placed(a 60 year old version of monica geller from the sitcom 'friends') and a lunatic when it comes to neatness and discipline. she went on a 1 month long getaway trip to bombay and got back a few days ago. the minute she got in we tried to mollify her with our sunshiny bright smiles and huge hugs, but her darting eyes noticed a change as she entered the living room. we had just gotten our internet connection so there were a few wires and the tiny modem flashing away in a corner, her smile vanished immediately and later on with a grim look she told me in a quiet but cold tone that the hall was hers and that i shouldve asked her before taking the connection, etc. let me remind you that she had not bothered to call after the first 2 calls and hello, did she really believe that we would never get the net conn? she also started moaning about how she would have to pay for the electricity, how her bedroom phone would keep getting disconnected because of it and that she would have to switch the modem off, so i quickly called up the airtel fellow and told him that this was the problem. now, the modem is in our bedroom but we arnt ready to tell her that when the rewiring was done the electrician drilled a hole into her (our?) precious wall. but because we shifted its postion from the hall to the bedroom we had to pay extra for that as well.. soon enough when that was out of her away she started complaining about how we never switched off the lights (the other roomate, an office girl, trupti had gone and b****ed about us! ) and about how we have to throw the left over food or else it clogs the sink, how we should sit on the sofa but never scrape it against the wall or lie on it, wash the dishes we use in the evening, never use her telephone, keep our shoes neatly,use the right pan for any food we would want to make as using the wrong one leads to souring of milk, and blah blah blah.. really the worst part is that she tells me all this as if its all my fault, and for the record she does not call me by my name but refers to me as 'girls'..so its always "girls, why havent you done this?" or "girls, i thought i told you the maid would not come on sunday, why havent you washed your plates" and its reached to such a point where she actaully appears in my nightmares, cleaning the vessels (and giving dirty looks) just to prove her point! almost all the things she was accusing us for is nonsense, we left a light on for trupti as she used to come late from work, she using her powers of exaggeration has gone and told mano aunty(pg lady) that we leave it on for time pass. the food clogging was because of mona's carelessness but once she realised that, she rubbed the plate clean before putting it for wash. the shoes i always arrange neatly and about the pans and pots, well, she never told us which one not to use before running away so therefore, she has no right to blame us and hearing that trupti had gone and backbit us like that, i flared up and told aunty that one night she had the geyser fixing man come over when she wasnt even at home. she had not considered sending me or mona a message informing his arrival and once he came in he actually made me stand beside him on the wooden chair balancing on a bucket and asked me to help him hold the huge tank of a geyser and clean out the dirty water. i would never have done it if i hadnt felt pity for the way trupti had been taking a bath for a few days, heating water on the stove using huge vessels. the midget of a geyser man could not handle the weight and neither could the bucket+chair handle ours so by the end of it i was lying on the wet floor, with a tank on top of me and dwarf (who did not like it when i called him 'uncle' and told me in a flirty voice that he was the same age as me) beside me! mano aunty hearing the story was quick to defend trupti and said that she mustve called him at the right time but he came earlier and it was all his fault. so basically, this is the kind of love that has replaced my mother's :P.. sometimes i end up wishing that i never had to go home as home would mean listening to her disapproval about the very fact that "girls" exists!
im still not feeling any better but ah well, writing about it does make me laugh:>
p.s- are you snoring yet? do comment anyway
shilpa
Posted by frizzball at 6:05 AM 6 comments
Hey. All those who have posted on the blog, good. All those who haven't yet, do.
As your fingers head towards the keys, think: Why write? What does writing do that other things can't in quite the same way?
I am currently obsessed with the idea of teaching (the thrill of )writing using the (mystical) poems of Karol Wojtyla, who was Pope just before the current one. I am obsessed with the idea that between the world of work and the world of dream there is a bridge and this bridge is made of several kingdoms, fiefdoms, many chimerical magic-creature infested worlds of words.
I will leave you with Emily Dickinson:
A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.
K
Posted by K at 9:44 AM 0 comments
hello all you happy people! i finally got my internet connection and therefore have resurfaced into this world of scandals and hackers and the rest.. it really does feel awesome now that those nasty unit tests are over, i mean we're going to get the papers soon enough but still who cares? we're done with studying for the time being and thats what matters.. even with cul week looming ahead so closely it cannot break my spirits.. now i dont really know what the peeps here right about , can i just write about my day and stuff or should it have to be a poem or an article or something? other than that those who love rati and know its her bday today are invited to come to pebbles in queens road at about 7:30(her treat, so whatr you waiting for?:>) nothing other than that to report, going to kerala on a road trip this weekend for a family get together so really psyched out about that! also, im gonna be flunking op eng and hindi so nobody be surprised:P.. will try and come up with some nice-r (hehe) topic to talk about the next time.. until then have a blast, cyall tomorrow!
p.s.- in case you were wondering all this time who i was *amused grin* its shilpa, your friendly neighbourhood (no, not spiderman) clown:>
Posted by frizzball at 4:22 AM 1 comments