A Hidden message.

She knows that she wouldn’t like it, if she told him this soon. So she kept it a secret. A secret only one person other than her self-consciousness knew. She tried giving him hints and ways of unobvious means, so as to not spoil the existing trust. She took him out and bought him food, for that was one thing she knew was his weak spot. Not just that, she also cherished each and every bite they had together.

He never failed her at timings and that made her feel special. He would walk her till she left the campus to a safe distance, each and every time. A part of her always kept telling her that he would feel the same way. But the risks of spoiling the existing trust were high. She kept it a secret, even when she was dying on the inside, to tell him. She’d rather wait a whole lifetime, if she had one, for him to own up.

To own up that their bond was special. Their bond was covalent. That their bond was something more than that which humans share. She was a biotechie and he was her department doggie.

– Shreyy, who just narrated a real life story.

P.S. – The dog was called Popsy ❤ …

Travel satisfaction (Inspiration task 4)

Pictorially

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Out of the above four given choices, I chose the first picture. This picture represents a girl (to me) glancing at a path in a forest. This picture may represent a lot of things to different people and therefore interpretation depends mainly on perception.

Speaking from the girl’s perspective …

That girl wouldn’t have hesitated to barge into the forest , would’ve taken a million pictures of the forest and would’ve planned on staying in there, if that girl was me.             If not, there would’ve been a hard starboard making towards home.

From the audience’s view …

It would probably look like Frost’s “Road not taken”, where the girl isn’t posed with obvious different pathways, but it might spark a thought though.

If otherwise…

It seems to me that the girl is pretty darn cold and the location suggests why…

 

– Shreyy, with a vague intention towards the picture.

TBH with TB

“This must be a duty “, said my heart to my mind. “More like an inherited responsibility perhaps!”,replied my mind. But how could I have not known what these two were discussing about, when both of them rightfully belonged to me. And so the third angle look into the situation said that I needed more investigation. What I was only armed with those two very meager statements.

Duty? Really? What sort of duty calls without the receiver not knowing the duty itself. STRANGE. Should I dig up family history? Maybe history of fights or diseases? Diseases seems like a possible option. I’ve been looking up that topic for a while now. And if it ‘inherited’ as they say, then maybe …I GET IT NOW. OH!! It is TB. Dad had it a year before I was born. Of course it is my duty to blog about it.

Or did they refer to some duty, way off-limits? Something like campaigning. But TB isn’t even an epidemic anymore. Not as it used to be. Why then, dear heart? Why’d you call it a duty? Is there something I’m missing out on…? Or am I not able to connect the dots. Am I losing my analytical skills…or is it just over-thinking? Must be the latter. That’s just too many questions to answer.

So I start to research on the case. Interrogating the patient alone would be less fruitful. There would’ve been blacking out scenes after all. So mum was a good choice. But I needed someone who would’ve been less emotional and more involved into the case at the same time. The  DOC! Luckily it was my uncle. He kept beating around my bush. And while connecting the dots, it seemed that all of them were keen on hiding something about it, from me. “Who then, would answer without reconsideration, my mind?”, I asked her. And she kept ignoring my cross-references (On purpose!).

I hate to abruptly end this investigation. Some things are meant to remain hidden. In this case , the case of the misinterpreted treatment of TB… Case not revealed and closed!

– Shreyy, who just had to write this…

Gray matters.

GRAY

“How could you not think of Christian?”, butters my mind. I mean… Christians have a thing for the color don’t they? The head scarf of nuns? *Phew!*

Anyway. Although this isn’t the color grey, I prefer talking on it since it reminds me of a recent incident that occurred in an institution. My institution. My quizzzzzzerrrr. Yeah no. So my quiz partner and I were all set up for our first ever quiz together. The prelims of course. It was a written testimony…I mean TEST. There were many questions we didn’t know the answers for, but certainly I fell in love with the one true question (for which we didn’t know the answer to again…) which kept us thinking for the longest. The question went…

If for AIDS, it is the red ribbon and for Sarcoma it is yellow, what is it for Brain tumor?

What could it be? We were thinking critically and the critical we got, the more we drifted away from the answer. So we started eliminating the colors which were already representatives of diseases which we knew. And that left us with Orange (Don’t ask why!). Grey wasn’t even on our minds, considering the time factor and all other rush hour things.

The correct answer is Grey for brain tumor because there are grey cells in the brain. It is also reasonable to think of white as the brain also has white cells but yeah grey was chosen.

– Shreyy, without regrets.

 

 

I’d rather choose !

It feels overwhelming to say right now, that I have only three years of college, left out. Within this one year of being put through a lot of new aspects, making choices was the outstanding part. Letting alone making the best, making the right choices was the toughest.

For instance, if I were given half an hour of free time, in between classes, I would rather choose to go on a short-distance walk, over spending time with classmates. It therefore isn’t surprising that I take my own sweet time, in finding people to hang out with. But every time I try to sacrifice my plans for someone else’s, this advice given by my senior pops up. She said,” Quality over quantity, right?” .

And that, undeniably is the best thing someone has ever said to me. It keeps occurring to me from then on, that making more number of friends will probably be less fruitful than making good ones even if the strength seems fading.

Our University’s best places to hang out at, are the two campus canteens, knowledge park (for the maggi station of course!) and Gurunath stores. Many may base their decision to go to one of these, on the amount of time given, the distance and how well their friends circle support the plan. But, that isn’t the case with me, luckily. Since I’d love to walk and I do not need to consult anyone over my plan, I seem to have a lot less to decide and hence make most of my free time, for those precious coffee dates in exchange for morale stories, for a lifetime!

I guess I did unconsciously end up making, the right decision when it came to choosing quality over quantity and that sums up the perks of being a perfectionist.

– Shreyy, a to-be-Sophomore. ❤

Crate story 

They were roaming around into the vastness of the unknown university. This was only their first semester. Getting used to directions was the only need of the hour, to stay in tact, inside the campus. A little help here and there with a big of ragging coming along. This is how it basically went on. 

He had made quite a few friends from class and since his department was interdisciplinary between three disciplines, more friends from the other two. Theirs was the CBCS system where the performance of the whole class mattered and not their own. 

He found his happiness in helping and mingling with others. This trait is something rare these days and therefore misunderstood easily. The key features of this personality is that he was reasonably tall, less worried about his perfectly head-on hair and also puts sleep before every thing possible.( Early morning tantrums )

He was eventually a professor’s pet sort of student. People became jealous of him and his analytical skills .
The main part of the story which centres about the title was fast approaching him. He hardly realised that he’s about to make one of the best of brothers from another mother. He walked up to two, tall statured sophomores (one of them , the main character, being a tea-addict)  and offered help to lift up crates of juice. These were the refreshments arranged for the Fresher’s day , for the Freshers of course…

The thing about those two was their compatibility. They felt comfortable around each other and that’s what’s important when it comes to friendship. 

So the Sophomore(S) and the Fresher(F) got along really well and their relation continued there-on , introducing besties and best friends and living happily (+bitter times) ever after :’) 

-Shreyy , still amazed at their friendship 😊. 

P.S. 

This is a real life story with fiction tending towards zero. 

Connect-Stun…

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Keep thinking! I shall justify the title, by the time you are done reading this review. This event called Connect was held between 1st and 2nd year students ‘connected’ to the Biotech field. This competition was held as a part of the national symposium organised and undertaken by the Centre for Biotechnology A.C. College of Technology Anna University (Chennai) . It is called BIOTECHCELLENCE (BTX in short). This B.Tech symposium is headed by the ripest of the whole course, the 3rd year students.

This was the first look of the event. (The first one that I saw)img-20170219-wa0005

My random guess, on the reason for the chosen start time, is that they decided to give us indicative amount of time to settle down to compete. I prefer staying away from Facebook for peace-related reasons and therefore was obviously anxious about my participation. It did give me a sigh of relief though, when the ‘Creator of Connect’ announced the allowance of participation through Whatsapp and Instagram.

Here’s a paragraph dedicated to the Creator, on an acknowledgement note. The level of toughness is like an adjustable button on his ‘Connect’ radio. He spontaneously sets the required level, on demand (like a pro!). The clues were really head-cracking and I needn’t mention about the questions themselves.

‘Connect’ on the whole was a beautiful conceptual game. Here’s why…

  • The very idea of a set of pictures relating to the answer word is new and analytic.
  • The clues were brilliant and so much relatable to the deep history of the answer word.
  • The collection of pictures were again of amazing choice!
  • The idea of making this a pre-BTX event is a helpful factor in terms of taking part in other events.

The title now seems obvious to you! I am absolutely stunned by the organizing of such an event in relation to science. You will be too, if you take part.

Despite these, I would like to have my say in the form of suggestions (and not criticisms) :

  • Could have been done on the spot rather than doing it online. Online games have their own drawbacks. Some of these are no-current issues(I personally faced this), slow internet hence slower rates of answering, phone battery issues and so on…
  • Even if it were to be done online, strict restrictions on not spamming the group must have been done. Answers should’ve been given to the organizers on private chat alone.
  • This game could have been played team-wise…(TEAM- Together Everyone Achieves More 😉  )

Today is the 5th of March and its less than a week left, to count down to the big show! Be there at BTX to be Decrypting Dogmas!

– Shreyy, a Fresher Biotechie at CBT ❤

Liebster Award…

I am very pleased on the account of getting nominated for this award and take this to give my best shot at letting y’all know me better. I would first like to acknowledge and thank my blog bud , Barath or ‘Just’Barath as he prefers to be called on and off his blog Be nuts its better , for nominating me and briefing me about the tradition.

The RULES :

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11 Facts about myself :

  1. My perspective view happens to vary all the time (not just because of my height).
  2. I am a bit lousy when it comes to maintaining my own health.
  3. Music rules a major part of my life.
  4. I would proudly call myself a Parents’ child (equal with both parents).
  5. Slow at decision-making which turns out to be my strength and not otherwise.
  6. A keen listener who prefers observing over conversing.
  7. I am a bit emotional but serious talks are definitely not my cup of coffee.
  8. Fact no. 7 said it …I LOVE COFFEE!!!
  9. “Persistence and perseverance are the two words to which you stand an epitome, my child!”, says my Dad.
  10. I fear heights and I’m sure not ashamed of it.
  11. A biology-lover ever since the subject was introduced to my syllabus.

Answering the questions :

1. What is Love?

Love is like virus. It lives under living conditions and is dead when kept out of the living conditions.

2.The First book that comes to your mind now?

The Chronicles of Narnia …(trumpet sounds fade in). This whole series had kept me engaged a lot, during my childhood and lessened my amma’s worries of going out to play.

3.Your Favorite Fictitious Character? Why do you love it?

My favorite character is without any doubt, TINTIN. He is an inspiration to me, till date and I preferentially chose him over Sherlock Holmes, to prove that. TINTIN taught me to tackle problems in a stay-cool manner and it has always shown to be effective. Not just problems, might I add. The very way of living life is uniquely magnificent when it is done by him. And not to forget his love for Snowy…

4.Are you a Plan-it-all or a Play-it-on Character?

Definitely a plan-it-all person…I personally think that planning and actually running the future in my mind, before it happens, is an effective way to avoid mistakes. It works for about three-fourth of the times.

5.Books or E-books?

I’d prefer books, every time this debate happens. There’s a thing to collecting books that I really can’t explain in words. All I know is that ‘THAT THING’ will never be achieved through e-Books!

6.Some words we read in a book or somewhere else define us? Share something that you read that defined your life intact?

OH! These words that get repeated over and over again in the book called “THE CHEMIST” are definitely the ones that define me. They are the three golden words Just in case. I mean to say, I think a few number of times before any action is done. This is a squared root situation – it has both a plus and a negative side to it. The negative side being time delay due to procrastination. The positive side because people understand that procrastinating is worth it , sooner or later.

7.Why did you start Blogging?

Good question! I started it to continue and preserve my work in a stable way. This was right after I started misplacing my writings on papers.

8.The person you idolize? Why?

I positively idolize my parents. I’m not sure if every kid is supposed to do that but yea I do it. They teach me a lot without teaching , say a lot without saying and do a lot without doing it in front of me. So they are my Ideal Idols.

9.You are walking by a dense forest. A genie pops in suddenly. It tells you that you can have anyone you wish to help you know. Whom will you call? Why?

Firstly, I don’t get the point in calling someone for help. I didn’t end up meeting a lion or something worse in the forest.It is a genie after all…but answering the question anyway…I’d call on my DAD for sure. It’s because I know that even if he’s just about to board a space shuttle to mars (say), he’d abort the mission and be there to save me.

10.The last 10 days of the world and you win an all expense paid trip to any place in this world of your choice. Where will you go?

I would love to go to France. I fancy that place not just because I’ve learnt a lot through learning the language, but also for its historical richness. Within those ten days I definitely want to travel by their metro to the various cities and make some sort of mark in each monument. I also wouldn’t want to miss travelling by Channel Tunnel.

11.Share a situation which tested your Patience?

Trying to walk with my ankle ligament, torn, was the most testing situation. It lead me to frustration and depression. Tackling that situation was a lesson for life.

Eleven questions for my nominees:

  1. What would you do if over one night, your blog becomes super famous?
  2. What are the top 3 ‘facilities’ in your writing area?
  3. Would you rather be inside politics and change it or stay away and complain?
  4. Are you the ‘early bird’ or the ‘night owl’?
  5. Where, in your opinion , should a birthday surprise happen?
  6. Which book are you addicted to lately?
  7. Laptop or Mobile phone ? when it comes to blogging…
  8. Would you be Ant man or an Ant in his army? Why?
  9. If not your current nationality, what else would you choose? Explain!
  10. How long can you go without food?
  11. Are you the “Be-myself-no-matter-what” person or “Change-to-others’-views” type of person?

Bloggers I nominate :

Studyception

LOWLIFE MAGAZINE

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Jallikattu – A pride and responsibility!

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As I was cross-referencing with my mind, asking her what I could probably write about and *Jallikattu* , she spilt spontaneously. The history relating to the existence of this traditional Tamil(Indian) sport dates all the way to 400 BC. “Yeru thazhuvuthal” was how the practice was called as , by the ancient Tamils (also Indians) , which literally translates to “Bull Embracing”. Another word used to describe this sport is “Manju virattu” , which literally translates to “Bull Chasing”. The modern term “Jallikattu” is derived from salli (coins) and kattu (package) which is in reference to the pack of coins tied to the horns of the animal and the retrieval of this pack is what declares the winner. The animals specifically bred for this game are the Kangayam breed of bulls , scientifically known as Bos indicus. These bulls are also the ones that are left to mate with the females cows to produce high quality milk for the calves.

The issue of concern during the past few years is the appraisal on the ban of this traditional sport and its consequences. There have been many instances where banning of traditional practices were only beneficial to all Indians (practices like Sati, untouchability, dowry demands etc…). But this has been dragged on as it seems to be absolutely non-beneficial for the Tamilians(Indians) and certainly no gain for the rest of the country either. But as we dig deeper into this issue, we have come to expose that this ban had links to corporate sectors desperately trying to bring in exotic bulls into the country. Why ban a sport then? The answer is quite obviously the ease in directly stopping the breeding of such bulls as they are originally bred for the sport itself. This clever planning of the centre and the entry of PETA(People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals) was a crucial leak for the Tamils (Indians) to take the lead and show the world that they do not need a government to represent them.

The reason why I kept specifying Tamils as Indians is because it is strong enough to believe that they belong to India and therefore, the sport is an Indian culture too. We the Tamils celebrate Independence day and Republic day on the same day as the rest of India does (coincidently). And to our surprise, we share the same physical boundary and public holidays as well. This clearly states that the centre should have put us first and technically rejected the request of the corporate companies. But THEY DID NOT! This is probably the second issue in line , in which we seem to feel slightly cheated upon, only by our own country.

When Vishwanath Anand wins Grandmaster or when Ashwin Ravichandran take over 5 wickets in a single innings or when C.V.Raman became the first Asian Nobel Laureate or even when three tamilians became the Presidents of India, they are the Pride of the nation. But when fishermen from the state get killed in Sri Lanka or when the people fight for a basic right (water) or when a ban like this could give a huge blow to the natives, we unfortunately become Just Tamilians and are left alone to deal with it. Many may argue differently, but I feel that this is definitely unfair.

This urges me to give a mention of those cruel games and treatments against bulls from other countries which supposedly seem fine but a game like ours, in a land like ours where cows are given at most respect, seems to be ill-treating animals. And do not expect us not to react to this. We definitely startled those who chose to believe that we will accept any kind of abuse. Nobody even thought of such a massive response initiated by the youngsters and those from the IT field. “They thought they had banned the bulls, but instead unleashed a pride of lions into the streets…”

This was just another flow of thoughts and feelings of a Tamilian who wishes all injustice done to her kind, gets undone! Fortunate for us that even if we were to be called emotional idiots , we’d rather accept it than to stay submissive.

– Shreyy, a proud Tamilian (Indian)…

Is inviting me necessary?

Daily Prompt: Invitation

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This is a short story to the one-word prompt ‘invitation’, pulled out from my own life. It was a cold wintery day (a holiday as you may assume) when the sun wouldn’t wake me up (I count on him most of the times) and my coffee had turned cold by the time my 5 mins spare time to wake up , was over. I got myself up , walked straight into my daily morning routines and while I was approaching my Red Beauty (Yes, even my bed has a nick name) for another short nap, buzzzz !!! I freaked out and within a minute realized that it was my phone calling on me. So I begged RB (Red Beauty) to give me a few more minutes before I could get back with her. So I did my daily check (with extra attention to my school group , since it’s been a while I’d met those peeps ) and every thing seemed to be as usual. So I had a sound sleep (for about 3 hours it seems!)  and wake up to my buzzz!!! again. And into that school group I went only to make a memory so strong that it has now become a reason to blog about. I  found the display pictures of the gang-sters showing off their recent meet up. And how recent was that? Just happened to be within those three hours that I hibernated. Not that I was invited while I was asleep and I missed it , but they missed out on me and Hence I wasn’t invited. I was hurt , as expected. But upon enquiry , I realised that they had assumed I would be busy. This didn’t bother me , neither will it bother me anymore  (meaning , I’ve seen way more ) for I’m turning into a part time intro-extro-vert and it has worked well thus far.

– Shreyy, who has a part stone-bloody-heart built-in.