ok firstly.. there have been many many updates since the last time i posted here.. and ofcourse me being me didnt even think of updating my blog..
so the developments have been as follows :-
exhibition went pretty ok. nope not won a single award.. cried and created havoc at home since i was mentally unstable those few days. for me awards were 'everything'.
turns out they werent. :p
got our results out. final year results!!!! first class baby!! ;) and thats not it.. since many people got it. i got highest in CG!!!
bt it didnt matter anymore..wanna know why? i got this amazing job at this amazing agency called dzynestudio.
all my life wanted to work somewhere near my home, and now i am.
along with the freelancing thing i am doing for a very sweet lady whom i fondly call 'diamond lady'
but right now life keeps on asking me the question of 'now what?'.. dunno have this unsatisfied feeling.. saying i am missing something..something important..but then just yesterday i was thanking God for giving me a dream job and amazing people [ who love pulling my leg btw -__-]
anyway.. will try posting on regular intervals so i dont end up missing to mention some of the most important updates of my life which now i sadly did.
till then cya
rachi
Monday, July 5, 2010
Monday, August 3, 2009
i saw a hero..
today i saw my bro remove one his heavy books out of his bag. The book which i dryly refer to as 'weight-building book of engineers' they are so thick and huge that u cant help but wonder how these people go through such torture -__-
anyway so i yawned and got back to what obviously interested me more at that time than observing him,when something he removed caught my eye..
before i asked him he said to me ," hey! i bought this rakhee"
i was taken aback! that is a sister's job isnt it?
Are my rakhee so so..uninteresting that he has to go and buy it on his own? these were just one of those many thoughts that plagued me and i asked him ," what? how could u?--"
so he looked at me and said ,"yea..there was this group which came to our college today..group of handicapped people,who made this rakhee and so i bought it from them."
i went all ," awwww!!"
and i saw him blush for the first time.
That was when it clicked me. Here are a few people who have turned their defects into their strength and are moving on in life and instead of depending on others for their livelihood they are working for it. it made my heart swell. it was a funny feeling which i cant explain right now..
But i do know if there is one fantasy Superman in Metropolis and one Batman in Gotham city we have innumerable number of people with special powers...people whom we can call Supermen and Superwomen because of the way they fight their battles with life and survival ...every single day..
anyway so i yawned and got back to what obviously interested me more at that time than observing him,when something he removed caught my eye..
before i asked him he said to me ," hey! i bought this rakhee"
i was taken aback! that is a sister's job isnt it?
Are my rakhee so so..uninteresting that he has to go and buy it on his own? these were just one of those many thoughts that plagued me and i asked him ," what? how could u?--"
so he looked at me and said ,"yea..there was this group which came to our college today..group of handicapped people,who made this rakhee and so i bought it from them."
i went all ," awwww!!"
and i saw him blush for the first time.
That was when it clicked me. Here are a few people who have turned their defects into their strength and are moving on in life and instead of depending on others for their livelihood they are working for it. it made my heart swell. it was a funny feeling which i cant explain right now..
But i do know if there is one fantasy Superman in Metropolis and one Batman in Gotham city we have innumerable number of people with special powers...people whom we can call Supermen and Superwomen because of the way they fight their battles with life and survival ...every single day..
Sunday, July 19, 2009
chaddi buddies
Today i met my school friends... i cant believe how much we all have grown.. seems like we are still in school wearing our uniforms and with our hair all oiled and tied up...and in the case of boys oiled and combed properly,without even a strand out of place
we all met at a particular landmark which was easy to be located by all, and at the first half n hour, every body were checking the opposite person out [how we have all grown up] and after we were all satisfied, we walked towards this particular place..ate and had a blast!!!!
and it still wasn't enough.
so we decided to go to a sea face and enjoy ourselves, which we did.
what clicked me while coming back home was the fact that we are all still so much connected and in-tune with each other..though i honestly dont know what would have been the case if i would not have shifted base..
leaving that unpleasant though aside, i cant help but note how much we are still alike..how much we are still teased at..and others laughed at by us..
they as usual know how we think or what we think. the restaurant we went to was so full of noise [created by us ofcourse].. obviously everybody had their point of views and opinions which clashed too...but was passionate nevertheless.
i cursed myself for not being in touch with them for 5 years
in the end we all exchanged our numbers and decided to meet up next Saturday..i dont even know if that would materialize,but if it does..i'll let you know was it the same feeling or different..
we all met at a particular landmark which was easy to be located by all, and at the first half n hour, every body were checking the opposite person out [how we have all grown up] and after we were all satisfied, we walked towards this particular place..ate and had a blast!!!!
and it still wasn't enough.
so we decided to go to a sea face and enjoy ourselves, which we did.
what clicked me while coming back home was the fact that we are all still so much connected and in-tune with each other..though i honestly dont know what would have been the case if i would not have shifted base..
leaving that unpleasant though aside, i cant help but note how much we are still alike..how much we are still teased at..and others laughed at by us..
they as usual know how we think or what we think. the restaurant we went to was so full of noise [created by us ofcourse].. obviously everybody had their point of views and opinions which clashed too...but was passionate nevertheless.
i cursed myself for not being in touch with them for 5 years
in the end we all exchanged our numbers and decided to meet up next Saturday..i dont even know if that would materialize,but if it does..i'll let you know was it the same feeling or different..
Thursday, July 16, 2009
my first ever post
I know its not big a deal..and that there are many who have become bored of blogs by now ..but the fact remains that this is the first time ever i am writing for a blog.
I have always had this inner urge of holding a pen and a paper and writing anything and everything that comes to my mind. sometimes its silly sometimes i just get lucky and my friends like it after they read it out..but mostly i write it for myself..i love to read stuffs that i have written as a kid and (after cringing from the spelling and grammatical errors)...i laugh out loud reading it..
right now...my mind is actually blank because i suddenly remembered the assignment that i didn't do -____- wow...work can actually make a person guilty about writing..anyway..i guess i'll get back to it now
I have always had this inner urge of holding a pen and a paper and writing anything and everything that comes to my mind. sometimes its silly sometimes i just get lucky and my friends like it after they read it out..but mostly i write it for myself..i love to read stuffs that i have written as a kid and (after cringing from the spelling and grammatical errors)...i laugh out loud reading it..
right now...my mind is actually blank because i suddenly remembered the assignment that i didn't do -____- wow...work can actually make a person guilty about writing..anyway..i guess i'll get back to it now
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