talking about languages

contrary to my previous post..i've been very pissed with the current country of my residence for quite some time, but nevertheless......... due to the habit of sleepin early in the morning and getting up late in the noon (no no....please...this is a prettttttty normal cycle of a post graduate student living abroad where orkut and facebook updates run in his or her blood) i was introduced to the world of singapore cinema ( more about it later ) and a few thoughts mingled in my mind.
The four national languages of singapore are chinese, malay, tamil and english. Yea, even i thought that there SHOULD be a Singaporish, but am not a PR or a Citizen to make an amendment and even sitting down and formulating a new language would be tough for the government. But still mr.president i still think u should go ahead and formulate a new language. cause there are instructions and rules all over the country. even wikipedia when searched for singapore shows you a danger board in four languages. every announcemnt is made in four languges.imagine the amount of cost cutting if there is a common language. but yea.. for people to understand it should be a mix of english and chinese and malay and tamil. but if its a mix of all those, a chinese cant understand malay, a malay cant understand tamil and hence all the permutations and combinations.
forget that.
chinese is of many differet dialects and one kind of chinese dialect guy cant understand the other chinese guy's dialect.
even the ads go:
a common room for sharing
chinese female preffered
traditional chinese speaking preffered
modern chinese speaking dont apply.
exactly,for us foriegners all of them look and sound the same and these guys think all indians look alike and all indians are south indians. one of my frnz (a north indian)was even asked if she was a south indian and since she did not want to be seggregated on a direction basis replied she was an indian and is questioned back as to why her nationality is an indian.
helooo singapore...there are hell lot of varied languages in india may be thats why indian govt was thinking logically for once and thus we have a common national language or imagine a sign board like

in india.

by the time you figure out where your languge is you may no longer exist to read it:P

of all things(mom's food,dad's egg curry,aura of hyderabad etc), I miss the simple pat of parents on the back which says it all....which when verbalized translates as : it's fine. u will get through the tough phases in life and u r managing it well.
I need it more in this foriegn country. Where every person is waiting to blame the other. Where people scream at you for doing what you are doing, that too when they are walking in the same shoes and trudging the same path. When people talk in a pitch which is decibels higher than a factory's siren (a siren would put itself to shame) outside your room and wake u up when u are sleeping after a long tyring day(to add to it those who do not live where i do) . When a foodie gets nothing veg and remotely edible stuff to eat. To add it aviation industries screw the prices 3 times higher to see loved ones back home. Am tierd acting like nothing happened.

I need a break, before i break apart.

ps:i have been restraining myself from posting anything negative but people around me are nothing but negative, insensitve whose ultimate soul is to put you down when you are already put down by the current financial crisis and many more complicated things. every remotely decent human being on this planet is trying to achieve something. it might take him there or throw him in trash. all that matters is a small word of apreciation.

GONE WITH THE 50BILLION - Bulls turned Bears

3:00am:Sipping hot Milo,ensconced in my rug,falling for the charm of Rhett butler as he intensly woos katie o hara in the classic Gone with the wind little did I know that the endless phone calls and aprehensions among top management at wall street would result in falling of the empires built over a century and some others being sold for 50 billion dollars.September 15th would surely be remembered as a doomsday in wall street's history as I lay queasy at the thought of my dream company and a terrific brand for years sells itself and henceforth can no longer be THE MERRILL LYNCH.

Have been out of the Bloging world for quite some time.
starting off again..highly inspired by this friend from schools post..here i go:
Am highly surprised by the negative connotation attached to the word MISTAKE.
Competition and Globalization has taken its toll. Right from childhood to death you are forced not to make a mistake.As a child you are asked not to play in the mud, As a student you are warned of a punishment in case you commit a mistake.As a boyfriend/girlfriend looking around when a Beautiful woman/handsome man passes by is a mistake.In how many boardrooms do you hear " its OKAY to make a mistake".CEOs run around the office yelling: I dont want a mistake
How do we define Mistake? Is Mistake not following the T n Cs or stepping out and doing something NOT prescribed in the guidelines?Why is mistake so negatively hyped? The fear of making a mistake has a good chance of stopping many of us out here from achieving our childhood dreams.Mistakes and Creativity have this very thin line between them. The fear of making a mistake is making some one guilty and hinders from being Creative.
Nonetheless its time to understand that a mistake can lead to misery or innovation....so does Success..it all depends on the way we initially accept them but at the end of the day ITS PRETTY OKAY TO MAKE A MISTAKE.

how long will it continue in India?

Even a third grade kid at school, when counter questioned says " Look mister, India is a democratic country, we have freedom to talk, speak, shout, shit and bullshit"
How free is India ( or rather Indians) in expressing their thoughts, or putting forth worthwhile actions?
A press editor is arrested near midnight in his office for a reason whom every one thinks is silly(i do not support any of the parties involved, neither the newspaper)
Aftermath: journalists and writers and all other people related to any kind of media carry out rallies and rasta rokos through the state.
1. People and press are not given freedom of thought
2.To express your frustration, create hassles to the already heavily jammed traffic.
3.Whom do police support?Politicians or People?
Am too frustrated and vexed with the cliche "INDIAN MENTALITY"
Come on India, lets C H A N G E
for starters you can learn to cross the road at the zebra crossing and teach some one else to do so.......
Lets all HOPE for a better tomorrow.

So,How is it in Singapore?

People have been asking me this quite often theese days.
Life in Singapore eh???????
So,what do you want to listen?
Good?Bad?Ugly?Worse?Awesome?Gruesome?
I would have been delighted enough to give a mono syllable response and shoo you off but my dear friend, Life in Singapore can not be described in one word.
Living a cosy life for almost 2 decades, where you
DO NOT:
have to wash your clothes
cook your food
clean your dishes
wash your own loo
is a thing of past and lost glory
Living the monotonous watching movies-bunking college-eating biryani in one of the best food joints in hyderabad-gossiping with friends-never studying life, one fine day I got bored and prayed God to add a U turn to my life and Bingo, praise the lord the U turns come in the form of an admission letter and an air ticket.
Next moment I found myself in a plane munching cheesecakes a few kilometers above Indian Ocean and when I made sure I was high on cheesecakes the airlines dropped me at Changi International Airport. Determined to take life as it comes, I made my way to the exit and Henceforth started to experience, a bed of roses.
Singapore - 4 hours from Hyderabad is a country where
- the maid earns more than your pocketmoney back in India in just an Hour.
- you have to walk,sweat,walk,sweat,walk,sweat,walk,sweat to reach the bus stop
- you take a cab and pay nearly 15 to 40 times the public transport charge
- even TATA's bank balance aint enough to pay a normal fine
- Pig is considered a soup and amphibians are considered Food
- Every non veg dish has a vegetarian substitute
- bubles are in a Tea
- greenery,dustbins,traffic signals, ATMs are everywhere
- roads are smooth as silk
- Snails win the race competing with buses
- you pay 120INR per minute to call India if you are not using a calling card
- you fall out of options to eat esp if you are not cooking
- you have a Q (surprising if you are an Indian)
- you have state of art libraries
- one tomato costs you 10INR
and where you have really cute people adding LA to every sentence
Well I can go On and On, but I got to stop somewhere
All in All Singapore is a sexy city/capital/country/island.
Like a baby fresh from a mother's womb is what the country looks like when it rains
state of art infrastructure, excellent roads, security systems in place
MIND BLOWING airports, discos, condominiums, HDBs with all facilities, Shopping malls, food courts, Great Singapore Sale, island wide Wireless connection, upcoming casinos, convention centres, expo, business districts, regular public transportation, cleanest of toilets, non intermittent power supply, pleasant beaches, diving, rafting, bungee jumping............... Singapore has it all
being an island utilising the space in the most effecient way without choking people's lives
rags to riches is the phrase
the country's grown and became a mature market
For once you have goosebumps seeing how much the government is doing to keep the citizens happy
Am totally in love with the city and will always love it...neva change,mwah
Au Revoir

Ola all.....Well its high time I start blogging TOO....
Am not good at writing something and worse at introducing myself but just cause the blog demands, here goes : a student at XLRI Singapore,with dreams to sail the seven seas,born into a conservative family,trying to break the glass ceiling at every step,sometimes successful,sometimes not, dreadfuly silent, highly unpredictable, doing things my way and spontaneously emitting emotions without giving much thought to the connection between Start and Stop.
I worship Homer Simpson and patronize anything Hyderabadi