Kasturi's Blog

Hey guys..this isn't my usual post. So this time you can be relieved that my thoughts are not going to eat up ur head ! This is my entry for youngistaan ka WOW contest. I had to nominate 4 of my funniest posts(damn difficult maaan)..and in the fifth post I had to answer this question - If you were the game master, what challengze would you like to throw to Ranbir? (To find out what the game is, check out http://www.youngistaan.com/ )For example, ask Ranbir how he would get to a Pepsi if it is 15 feet underwater and there is no one in sight to help him (he is water phobic!). So folks my 4 of my entries are.. other side in the life of zero today mirrors And my answer to the question is..... After following map and overcoming all the dangerous hurdles in jungle Ranbir finally finds the cave where Pepsi bottle can be found .The Pepsi is right there on the Kings chair ! But there is an istruction stating that,If the bottle is lifted,the door of the cave closes immidietly and

Finally after 5 long days I am back to normal Kasturi again. These 5 miserable days people around me were shouting ‘Come on Kasturi …You can Bounce Back’ and I felt like ‘Ya right ..I wanna bounce back ! ..but so hard that I attain the escape velocity and flee this hopeless,aimless earth..I don’t wanna live’ This was all because 26th March 2010 at 5.15 MICA rejected me by saying a big SORRY. That SORRY…took away my life which I had been living for 6-7 months ..that SORRY shattered my dreams which I had been not only seeing but also living for 6-7 months now…That SORRY took away all my hopes..my future..my Smile (So not me :)) !! I just couldn’t get over that SORRY. I was a biggest MICADICT ever known to me :) .To give you instances... I dreamt of playing baddy in MICA. I dreamt of me,cheering for MCL team in a match against IIMs. I dreamt myself to be a part of SANKALP,MICANVAS. I even dreamt of patting and scolding and playing with ROXY,the gr8 :) I pictured myself slee

“Now I know that I’ve come in your inbox again…but that doesn’t mean that you become so pissed off ,make a murky face and brutally kill me by Shift-Delete. Its not that I love your gloomy face either .It’s Someone with gloomy face like yours has sent me to you…so curse that person and not me.And moreover even if you delete me I wont be restricted.I ll drop in some other time !!!:-) I hate when people say”Oh!!!!these Forwards!!!!”...Hellooow !!Excuse me !I don’t have any interest to grace your mailbox OK…. but unfortunately I cant avoid it also …. I am very faithful servant of the sender. I go whenever,wherever and carry whatever he gives me ..sometimes viruses also. Sometimes people dress me up with useful information which very few people think of reading ..sometimes people dress me up with pictures which ppl only scroll down (that too midway) and don’t even have patience to scroll till end.Sometimes network glitches do come in my way …but somehow I manage to reach the destination

Just yesterday,I read an ariticle by Anupam Kher where in he says that money cant buy happiness.Agreed ..Yes boss ! at the first thought ..but then suddenly I thought twice and now..if you ask me I would say ‘YES’ for those who have it and ‘NO’ for those who don’t. I feel that every person should undergo both the feeling in his/her lifetime. I agree that it’s a truth that Money cant buy happiness…but this truth should be arrived at. Gradually. And, not to be considered right away at once just because everyone says so! Just by saying or knowing that money can’t buy happiness, the poor cannot stop yearning for it and wait for happiness to come to them .It will be like sour grapes if they do that. Same is the case with the rich,just after realizing that money cant buy happiness they simply cant relinquish all their money they have…It will be stupidity if they do that. It’s a stark reality that 70% of the total wealth in the world is acquired by mere 5% people on the earth and t

I am no different than those youth,who at 23, are bursting with the thought that world can be theirs and they can make a great difference.In my case, that world is confined to India.Long Long ago,before I was a youth I felt that I can be the prime minister of India ..i remember,back then in 3rd i even wrote a composition 'If I were a PM' and had got the spelling of 'discrimination' wrong :) Things Changed and ..'I started understanding !' The first thing,as a small girl I understood that to be a PM one had to join politics and I understood that Politics isnt a career for a fresher unlike doctor or engineer for which one had to study and obtain a degree !! That left me with a big question hovaring in my mind 'Then what was I supposed to do/study for to join politics ?? My small mind found the question ultra difficult and I gave up..So when people asked me...... 'Beta,what you want to become when you grow big ?' I changed my answer from PM to an En

Read about MF Hussain.Read both the sides ..For and Against. Speaking about MF as an artist I am a nobody to comment on his work.He is one of the masters of his own field and the awards and accolades he has brought for India speak of his forte.I can't speak also because I haven't seen all of his paintings and I cant speak also coz I dont know under which circumstances he has drawn those paintings as I read that he has also painted against British rulers during the pre Independence period. But speaking about MF Husain as a person, I cannot help,but say that he is an irresponsible citizen of India.He should have realised that, if his paintings are harming the nation's integrity or creating unrest amongst some particular community, then there is no point making such paintings .But but but instead of realising this,he continued to pinch the same community again and again. Hence all these consequences have followed. I know that an artist has freedom of expression,but a com

OHhhhhhhhhh noooooooo Daaammnn !! my chair is gone !! Hey its not about THE powerwala chair haan its about my chair on which i sit the whole day and code incessantly.Its been captivated by my team lead !! Shaah ! It was my beloved one ! I was so fond of it ! I was so comfortable on it ! I used to love it soo much ! It was equivalent to the “singhasan “ for me. But now its gone and I can do nothing but see it behind me .I am soo uncomfortable sitting on this stranger one ! (Now dear readers ..I know I might sound crazy,Frenzy,jug-head,crack pot and a nut in the furthur post..but I am not used to hold back my feelings so you'll have to bear with me n ya sorry for breaking the link :)) So where was I ? My chair got captivated and I am broken heart. Whenever I look at it ..I feel the chair say...  "Hey !! I dint like my new owner please take me back I want YOU to sit on ME” I felt as if it is spreading its handrests and calling me …and saying “Dear Kasturi please save m

Sunday evenings are special for us roomies because , we don’t torture our tummies and taste buds with that dreadful Tiffin of ours from our “doesn’t know how to cook ” aunty :) :) . So thanks to this so-called aunty of ours every weekend happen to try a new restaurant . This weekend also we did try one. It wasn’t so high profile and elite that along with the bill we get this huge Feedback form !!! Seeing the form I was like “No…Not here, Feedback Feedback Feedback every where..” Feedback of a course@ cognizant. Feedback of caterer services @ cognizant. Feedback of our HCM Supervisors. Feedback of garbage management in the society. Feedback of a new Tabla Sir @ our music Vidyalaya . Feedback of an exhibition.. and nowFeedback of this small eatery ? It almost made me sing “Feedback is in the air ;) ” But then I thought why am I ranting about it ??? After all Its all about feedbacks, isn’t it ? Isn’t feedback the reason for all the improved versions of things …be it car or prod

Well this post is an old one ..my apologies for posting it in off season :) The other day ..I read an editorial written by the Arindam Chaudhary where in he quoted.. that “India is a country Of Lions led by Donkeys" LIONS !!! To hell with it !!! LIONS DON’T ALLOW DONKEYS TO RULE OVER THEM !! Then what sort of lions are we ??? Since ages …..especially post attacks I’ve been listening, reading,hearing this bullshit ‘Our politians are irresponsible,dishonest, incompetent,unethical,good for nothing ,soul-less souls.’But b4 you follow this proto type..just think what we as Indian-citizens are doing other than cursing the politians?? Zilch,Naught,absolutely nothing Just Discussing ,discussing rather gossiping about the sorry state of Politics in our country.Fighting in FAVOUR or AGAINST a Politian…..Grasping those crap negative news (Mind it..I haven’t written ‘watching those crap negative news’ Coz grasping never occurs in case of the positive ones ..n sorry 4 breaking the link )

“Shhhaa ! maan I hate !! I hate it so much… I hate not seeing the sun in the morning when I get up. I hate seeing the puddles of water everywhere .I hate that yucky smell of moist clothes. I hate to see the bobby prints of mud on the back of my pant . I hate to see half a kg mud stuck on my sandals. I hate those somewhat wet socks which attract my attention from time to time. I hate those open umbrellas draining water which occupy MY Space in the balcony . I hate to see those creepy patterned leakage patches on the wall. I hate to see the mud filled mud gaurds and mudflaps and dirty cars and wiper marks. I hate the moist salt ..the moist matchsticks .. the powercuts.. the traffic jams … Gawwwwd I hate this rain so much !! “ I used to say so before a couple of days … when suddenly one day our (me n my rommies ) happy n flourishing lives were hit by this immense turbulence. That day we returned from the office to see our ever water vomiting taps run dry !!! Very unalarmingl

16 hours pune –banglore journey seemed like nothing when we reached Banglore’s Art Of living Ashram . I felt as if the atmosphere around the Ashram had this unique capability of absorbing the fatigue and injecting a smile and a feeling of awe on your face . A beautiful hoarding of Sri Sri Ravishankar jee (Gurujee) with as usual beautiful, divine smile greets you warmly and pushes you inside the Ashram. As you enter ..Shades of green ..right and left makes you wonder about existence of a term called global warming :) :) . The ashram doesn’t appear to be 21 km away from the city but appears to be 21 light years away from the normal life and daily routine. As I looked around.. The far away mountains appeared as if they were into deep into meditation. The breeze hummed ‘Om’ .. The trees appeared to be doing Ujjai continuously .. AND The beautiful structure Of Vishalakshmi * stood right there in the centre like Guruji as if examining all the above activities. As I moved on wi

Hey if I tell you I picked up this meme from so and so blog then I will be lying..It a game which I have created and u can carry it forward .. Its a twitter world..world with less words. The following game will check your clarity of thoughts and your ability to be brief ..so try it out Describe your favourite movie in 30 words and also include what change you would have liked in it. Just paste your blog link in the comment section or mail me the link so that I can include your link in this post. OK let me start.. DIL CHAHTA HAI Cool cast,fresh mood and story,witty comedy,nice songs,catchy dialogues,no bollywood exaggeration,same old story handled in quite different way. Change: Dimple shouldnt have died. 28 words. Now its your turn. P.S : Yipeee I am improving this is my smallest post. People to tell you the truth my favourite movie is schindler's list but it was hard to describe in words ..he ha haa haa :)