Friday, December 29, 2006

The computer knows…

The web has proved to be as omniscient as ever. Went to blogthings (fun things to put on your blog). Found these amazingly interesting little tests. Went through a myriad of tests, ranging from what I was in my past life to what kind of doughnut I am! What I got was really really interesting. Some results were so true that I opened my eyes wide and stared. (My characteristic surprised look!). Some results were pointed so smack at me that I just laughed out loud (for lack of a better response). Some tests spewed results, which I am too embarrassed to talk about. J
Seems I was a happy- go- lucky Korean warrior who died on the battlefield in my past life. Sounds like me. Not serious about anything, yet die a hero! I know it’s presumptuous but that’s just a perception I have of my present life too, as of now! When I will get my ‘dukhi- aatma’ status back, I do not know. It’s coming over already as I speak. Yes! From frolicking to depression in a jiffy! I took the mood test too! Bang on! Extreme mood fluctuations. Tend to be very quiet or overtly talkative… said Mr. What kind of high school kid was I? What’s my element, how much of a lady am I, how do I lead my life, how is my blogging personality? Wont tell you. Just scroll down and find out for yourselves. You’ll find a link beneath each of my test results, click on them and take the tests yourselves. Answer the questions with utmost honesty and undergo the profound experience of having someone tell you exactly what you know already! Have fun!
Don't forget to leave your comments!

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Your Element Is Fire

Your passion and emotion are as obvious as the brightest flame.
You make sparks fly, and your passion always has the potential to burst out.

You are exciting and creative - and completely unpredictable.
You sometimes exercise control, and sometimes you let yourself go.

Friends describe you as sensitive, spirited, and compulsive.
Bright and blazing with intensity, you seem mysterious and moody to many.
Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.
An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.
You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.
A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary.

You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

Saturday, December 23, 2006

Your Dominant Thinking Style: Experimenting

You're all about looking at the facts, and you could always use more of them.
You see life as your lab - and you're always trying out new things, people, and ideas.

The master of mix and match, you're always coming up with unique combinations.
You are good at getting a group to reach consensus.
Popular Kid

In high school, everyone knew your name - even if you didn't know theirs.

In fact, your still skating by on your looks and charm. Nothing wrong with that!
How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.
You are always tactful and diplomatic. You let people down gently.
You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.
You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.
Your Love Style is Eros

For you, love is all about the passion!
And chances are, you're currently in love.
You have a strong physical response to love...
And you are great at committing
(As long as the person makes your toes curl!)
Your Hidden Talent

You're super sensitive and easily able to understand situations.
You tend to solve complex problems in a flash, without needing a lot of facts.
Decision making is easy for you. You have killer intuition.
The right path is always clear, and you're a bit of a visionary.

Apoorva's synonym --

curious (... as in inquiring!)

'What is your synonym?' at
Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate

You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.
You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.
You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!
A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.
You Are 72% Lady

Overall, you are a refined lady with excellent manners.
But you also know when to relax and not get too serious about etiquette
In a Past Life...

You Were: A Happy Go Lucky Warrior.

Where You Lived: Korea.

How You Died: Killed in Battle.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

my colour quiz results!!

Apoorva took the free personality test!

"Her need to feel more causative and to have a wide..."

Click'>,4,0,5,3,1,7,2,6&picked2=4,3,2,1,7,0,5,6,3&sex=f&blog_name=Apoorva">Click here to read the rest of the results.

Wednesday, October 25, 2006

To sir, with love

To sir, with love…

“I will not go. This is not happening. I am not going to be a doctor. Doctors lead dull, insipid lives. I want more zing. I am carved to be a journalist or better still, an actor”. Typical ‘Apoorva ranting’ before she joined medicine. My father and mother couldn’t take it anymore. They didn’t understand it much either. What was this now? Last minute jitters about commitment to a particular course of life or genuine case of interest lying somewhere else? Career counselors were consulted, literary figures and theatre personalities spoken to. All of them were as confused about my true calling as my parents. So the immediate solution was to give medical college a shot for a year and then decide.
I fussed about joining on the first day of the welcome for the new batch in the college. The thoughts “what the hell am I doing here?” “I want to run away someplace” kept drifting through my mind. First day of dissection- he walked in. I looked again, “Dad?! What is he doing here”? Then I realized my mistake; this was Dr A V K. professor of anatomy. He smiled warmly and began, “We will be reading Cunningham manual volume 1. Apoorva will read for all of us.” Shy and out of place that I was feeling, I was immediately startled. “How does he know my name”? “Probably read my badge”. I began reading for our table. Then he began to do what he is probably born to do… he spoke. We stood enthralled. My scientific mind kicked in. Something awoke inside me. That something which had been put to sleep for 3 months… I was asking questions, he answered with eloquence to my gawky, unsure and what I thought were stupid questions. He asked us if we were bored, and we screamed in protest ‘NO!’ my friend beside me even added in an undertone “its very interesting”. And here he was, only telling us about the difference between inversion-eversion and pronation-supination of the foot. Little did we know what a genius we had for a teacher!
For the months that followed, this man was the father figure of every single student. He rapidly graduated from being plain warm to godly. His discussions of the subject, right from the palm’s intricate anatomy to the gross structures of the brain, his way of questioning and answering, his questions that achieved their objective each time. He made us think. He made us read and he made us understand the beauty of the human body. All students, whether interested in anatomy or not clamored for his attention, which he readily gave. No student was or will ever leave from his presence, without a smile. Every student under him has named only him as his favorite teacher. Every student ever to come will name him such. He is an open book, ready to reveal every aspect about himself. Every parent knew “the anatomy professor AVK”. The phenomenon that grips every 1st year SDM college student.
‘Apoorva ranting” had not disappeared completely. Who better than A V K sir in who I could confide? He looked at me weeping silently and said “ you are only confused and sensitive, please do not leave medicine. You have chosen the right profession. Believe me. ” He asked me to read one of the mother’s compositions. I read it with full sincerity and thanked him. That day, like so many others after talking to him, I came back home much lighter.
Over the year, A V K sir has helped me in millions of ways knowingly or sometimes unknowingly. Be it the time he gave me something he owned, to the time he cured of my ‘incurable awe’ of older people. I used to be uneasily tongue tied with elders. True I used to talk, but used to be uneasy. He cured me of it. He taught me how to be calm, how to be spiritual, how to pray, how to lead a humble life. He endears himself to his students in a way that is overwhelming. A genius at his work, he plays the harmonica and sketches in a matter of minutes. His anatomy diagrams always get a collective gasp of awe. Its an honour to be his student, to learn from him so many things.
As much as he has revealed about himself, I cannot claim to know him fully at all. I have but barely scratched the surface.
My friend always tells me I look like his daughter. Maybe I do. After all he looks like my father. Didn’t I confuse him for my father long ago on that fateful first day?

And oh yes, I want to be a doctor.

Tuesday, October 10, 2006


You know those sudden moments of happiness that give you a high? Those endorphin floods that make your happiness levels surge upwards? That’s exactly what is happening to me right now after a rough period of feeling bored and lonely.
I had got a forwarded e-mail some days ago stating the best moments of life. Things like “ thinking of someone you love”
“ Listening to the rain outside”
“ Eating chocolates” etc… Well… as for me? I can tell you I have a best moment in life each time I have a fulfilling conversation with someone dear to me. My mom and I finished watching ‘house of flying daggers’ (which is bad! By the way ;)) and were just talking. Both of us had a lot of time to spare, so I started filling her in about my friends. My mom LOVES kids and is always sympathetic towards our problems unlike so many that are ‘amused’ and ‘patronizing’. I went on and on and found that we were really connecting. We were talking about so many things- student politics, peer pressure, ego tiffs between friends… things like that. Boy! She was all ears. She gave me such insights about me concerning my behavior with my friends that I didn’t know myself. You should've seen the way we were bonding! It was soo soo good! After this conversation, I started thinking how great it is to really *share* something with someone as close as a mom. I am back to my happy self again. HUGGGGGGSSS to my mumma!
I hadn’t talked to her like this since so many days… feel light now. Sigh…

Friday, October 06, 2006

Didn't happen

What I wanted to do a few days ago and couldn’t do …

Hang out with a friend who I’ve met only once. You know, go to a disc (all dressed up), have a tangy fruit punch, laugh, and talk about people and things like that. Couldn’t do it. Don’t ask me why if you don’t want me to morph into a human hosepipe.

Host a party!! Call ALL friends old and new. Transform my house into a lounge bar. You know the living room to a dance floor, the dining place to well… the dining place. Dance the tango… catch up with everyone. Sigh… CANT!!! Everyone else has exams. I am bawling now… L

I really wanted these things to happen. I still play the would-have been scenes in my head over and over again. Deepika, Anusha, Rachana, Priya, Zafar, Nitin, Vijeta, Sneha, Chann, Veer, Rutu and Priya of course and a million others would love me playing host to the reunion I am sure all of them yearn for. I really miss them!

Tuesday, October 03, 2006

derob- a spur of the moment post

I am bored…bored…derob… that’s bored read backwards… want to go party with a bunch of friends. Maybe I’ll throw a party to celebrate boredom. But I am bored of the preparations. That’ll be tiring. And I am already tired of the boredom. Party anyone?
I’ll get the punch.

Listening to ‘wind of change’… bored… switched to “o paape pyar karke” (remix) pyar karke pachtaaya!!! Oh cool, didn’t know the remedy for boredom was a click away…only my dance partner Mr. Rahul bose is missing.
Oh NOW goodbye boredom, 'beedi jalaile' is playing…. Saif bhai looks ‘haute’.
Ahem... “Sorry” to the prudes.

Sunidhi Chauhan…. I bow to you… aapke sur *lagte* hain. What a gift it is to wake up an inactive soul with your charged voice..

Monday, September 18, 2006

A loner's chronicle

A loner’s chronicle…

“My name is Al Pacino. As you can see without make up I am not the same. Hehehe”.
Anyway, the thing is I Apoorva A G have reached the point in my life where I feel at peace with myself. There is tranquility in my soul, but with an underlying, understated tension that prevents laxity. Now Al Pacino comes into picture because if I had his charm, then you’d marvel at my state of mind. Hoo ha! Charm gets noticed, you know.
There are people around me, not showing any signs of growing up. There are people obsessed with making an impression on others, people who judge one another on appearances, people who are arrogant for no substantial reason, people who are pretentious to the core. All this makes me amused with that slightest trace of anger creeping in my face. (I am achieving Al Pacino’s look!)
I see Miss Y and Mr. X making fun of my face. I want to say to them “ look at you! I am much nearer to perfection than you can ever dream to be”. But no, I will not say it, because, I am tranquil. I have that subtle force called confidence you know. People will never know that I know they are only jealous. They are just being kids. GROW UP!!! GROW UP!!!
Here is the deal; I do not want to be with these people. They believe that I cant live without them. Ah well, (with a serene Al Pacino smirk “ I can dearies”)
A list of things we (supposedly) arrogant loners can do:
(Join in loners. Here is the secret of our eternal bliss).
Read (why do we need anyone for THIS!)
Write (nah. not even another soul required)
Think (sets us loners apart from the usual ‘lot’)
Watch ‘scent of a woman’ and learn Al Pacino’s charm! (Hoo ha!, get lost you crazy little miserable twits! Hoo ha!)
I got a forwarded message saying if I didn’t forward it to at least ‘N’ people I would have the loneliest life. I deleted it. Now I will have the loneliEST life. What fun!! Hoo ha!

Monday, August 28, 2006

My sister and I

My sister and I

This looks like a book’s title “the king and I’ or maybe a movie title like “Anita and me”. Sorry for the cliché. This is not only about my sister and I; it’s about all the siblings in the world who are spaced significant a 3 or 4 year apart.
The joys of being the elder one are so many. Our mothers tell us we’re going to get a new baby in the house. Each time my mom came from the hospital from a routine check up, I used to run to the door and ask her “the new baby came?” My parents used to laugh out loud and say “not yet putta.” A little put off but hopeful nevertheless I used to wait. One of the things every elder one does.
The arrival of the little one is the best of all. It cries and cries and you look on in wonder. It looks so small and so delicate. We are scared to even touch it. When it comes home though, you can’t stop fondling the baby until your mom tells you it’s sleeping and you shouldn’t wake it up. How many times have we kept our finger in its fist waiting for it to clasp it? After a few days though we start hoping it’ll grow up soon. Sigh… how long is it going to remain small?
Ok the babies grow up. They are 4 in no time. Then our complaints start. We rave and rant that our parents love them more. We are jealous and angry. People come home and are all praise for the younger thing. “Look at her, she looks so big now! Grown up so tall!” you wonder if you exist. But when the younger one snuggles close to you in the night saying she is scared of the dark. You protect her fiercely ready to take on anyone or anything that’ll harm her.
And then they are ten and you are in your teens. You have no time for them. You have your friends circle, your school, studies, different extra-curricular activities, never ending phone conversations. At this point of time, we try to make an identity of our own. People start seeing us in a different light. They have huge expectations and we have to strive to meet each one of them. Probably at this time the younger one realizes our value. When we aren’t around that often. Now she looks on in wonder as we tackle everyday problems. She is so impressed when she realizes that we can solve her math problems so easily. That’s the time when we become the hero in their lives.
Now both of us are teenagers. The younger one copies me. I am the role model. She has my wisdom already. She has grown up so fast. She wishes her friends were as cool as mine. Little does she realize that I’ve been through what she is going through and that my so-called wisdom is only experience! I know each minute detail of her life and she mine. My baby is now my youngest best friend.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Mahatma Gandhi

I saw GANDHI(the movie) again after a very long time .One of the best movies ever made. It will remain one of my favourite classic not so much for the movie, more so for my love for the Mahatma.
What screen presence mr. ben kingsley possesses! what perfect dialogue delivery, what poise he has, what a marvellous combination of drama and history.
Power packed performances, perfect faces that fit their roles to the bill.. right from Gandhi to 'Nahari' the rioting hindu.
Informative, moving,engaging, witty and an eye opener for understanding the doctrine of non-violence. The movie begins fresh and ends fresh. Exquisite acting... A treat for theatre and history lovers. The movie makes you chuckle with appreciation and cry with its subtle tragedies. Gandhi is cinematic perfection.
Please watch... without bias. (this is a request for the Gandhiji critics) i wish i didn't have to say without bias though. save your independence, cherish it, love your country. love Bapu.

Ben Kingsley, Candice Bergen, John Gielgud, Trevor Howard, Martin Sheen
Richard Attenborough
Columbia Pictures
December 8, 1982
August 21, 2001
Won 8 Oscars in 1983


My college is some 17 kilometres away.. used to travel up and down by bus. i always wanted to stay in a hostel.. As a kid, i used to beg to be sent away to boarding school. When i was cranky and threw a tantrum, my parents would say.. that i was spoilt and needed some strictness in a boarding school (like it was a threat..) I would be inwardly happy at the prospect of being away then. Hostel for me evokes the ideas of freedom, midnight feasts, lots of sports and activities,cool set of friends and late night chats.. straight out of a malory towers book. dreamer that i am, i didnt stop fantasizing about staying in a hostel even after pre- university.
Well after my pre-university i thought this was my chance to get away from home and be on my own. i was wrong wasn't i? the best college was only 17 kilometres away. again i was to stay home.. (sigh)
In my new college i got three very close friends.. two of who were hostelites. their room became our hangout. lunch break, free periods, practise sessions for dances.. everything was in their room. so unofficially my localite friend and i were hugely a part of the hostel. saturdays were half days but we used to hang out in our friends' room till 7 or 8 in the evening.. we were asked questions from our classmates in the hostel "hey you two, dont you want to go home?" and we used to say with a sheepish grin "ah well... we like it here". their jaws used to drop.. they were missing their parents, see? we were jealous of the fun they had in hostel and they of the fact that we were with our parents...
then suddenly something unexpected happened.. my mom had to go away for a month to bangalore for work. my sister and my grandad decided to join her. dad was working for long hours. where would i stay? dad thought it wasn't safe to stay alone in the house.. so.... yup! you guessed right.. i was sent away to the hostel... the exams were nearing so another strong reason to shift was to avail the library till its closing time which was 11 pm.
so my bags were packed and i was going.... going.. gone!!! to the place i wanted to get the taste of since i was a child....... this is going to be fun.. i thought. and i wasn't wrong. i stayed in the hostel for a good three months. the joys and the tears we shared, the great parties, the joint cramming for the exams, the saturday outings, the campus walks late in the night, the bonds with friends which grew stronger by the day. those amazing friendships i forged with the hostelites i thought i would never talk to. feel damn lucky... it feels like i added a new dimension to my personality by staying there for a few months... really got the best of both worlds! home and the home away from home...

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

A beginning

"An outlet to the chaos in my head'

Precisely how i want it to be. There is nothing more satisfying than an account of our thoughts, which we fail to do, more often than we like. 'The mind is a complex many- layered thing...its not like the pages of a book to be read at leisure.. thoughts are not etched in the inside of our skull' like snape puts it.
this blog is a rather entertaining and fun attempt to push myself a little, get rid of my laziness and write what i feel.
happy blogging to me....