Saturday, June 30, 2007

Ab Kuch Kuch nahin hota !!

Year 1998, I still re-collect..I was preparing for 10th standard. The so called study leave period had been prolonged owing to the repeated postponing of my board exams. Kuch Kuch Hota Hai a.k.a KKHH was a much awaited relief during the longgg wait i had to endure ! It took me a coupla days to convince my folks that a 3 hour movie will not digress my mind from studies. I did everything and anything which my parents commanded so that I could watch KKHH...Saw it once in the theatre..was truly,deeply madly in love with the movie...saw it again...and went crazzzy after it...i adored everything abt the movie. Identified with Kajol, wanted to be like Rani and fantasized for some1 like Sharukh. I felt a sudden need to change the National Sport of India to Basket ball...prayed for a college like Xaviers and desparately wanted to attend a summer camp. "Love is Friendship" became the mantra of my life ! Flip side of the story being that thinking of Love at that age was outta question...and freinds..well I was in a all girls school till 10th Std. But kehne mein kya jaata hai... Anyways, so after my exams got over, I purchased the video cassette (VCDs were an alien thing for a small town kid then) and religiously saw this movie once or twice every week. When the count reached to 50, my bro asked - "U seem to have some problem understanding the story ??"

Flash forward - Year 2007, June..have nuthin better to do than to surf TV channels...u can't do anythin better when u r in a house arrest due to heavy rains..Sony set max is showing KKHH and i stop scanning channels further...decided to watch the movie and remember some good ol days. To my amusement, I could not connect with the movie at all..the story seem to be running without any logic, the situations so unreal and the dialogues so cliched. My critical brain which is usually dormant when watching Bollywood movies, came outta hibrenation and started analyzing 'a decade' old work of Karan Johar...

Cudn't gulp in following things --

1) Having seen colleges in mumbai, I can say that college life is no where close to as it has been presented in the movie. My college principal wud have to take a re-birth to find a prof as hot as Miss Briganza.

2) How(more importantly- Why) would an oxford student(Tina - Rani M.) leave her studies mid way and continue the remaining part of it in India? Guess u can have tht liberty if u r princi's daughter.

3) I am still trying to search for this Xavier's college in India, where there were no classes/assignments / lectures for students. All they had were proms, Goa trips, sports, flings, heartbreaks et al.

4) I am not sure if Rahul - Sharukh even completed his bachelors ! Even if he did, some1 please find a B.A / B.Com grad for me who gets a privelege to attend the International Trade Conference's. All in suit - boot...hw did he manage that job ?? Did I miss out the campus placements in the movie somewhere ?

5) Even before delivering the baby, Tina knew that there'll be so much complication in the delivery that she wud not survive. okk...may be i am unaware of the progress in medicine..lets assume that docs made her aware of her situation before hand. So when did she write those 8 letters to her daughter - during the delivery or while dying? And while dying how cud she speak for 30 mins at length ??

6) Tina wrote 8 letters (1 to be given on each bday)for her daughter so that the baby girl can know her mother better. OMG !!! I did not know that the new borns can read/write right from the very first bday.

7) For 8 long years , Kajol was undergiong a make over? Does it take that long to get outta a pair of jeans and drape a saree around !

8) As long as Anjali - kajol was a tomboy, Rahul cud jus see her as his best buddy. But the moment she transformed into a proper girl sorts..his feelings changed..and he cud see a potential gf / life partner in her ! Hw does appearance and looks matter as far as feelings such as LOVE / friendship/ affection are concerned ?

9) Why did Anjali wait for 8 years ? I c..till then Sallu bhai was wandering in Jodhpur jungles to hunt a chinkara..is it??

10) Summer camp- the funniest part. When no other kid can get their parents along...Rahul, Anjali nd Granny are the only exceptions who get to stay on the campus..and sing songs..and play charades..and get wet in the rains and have a romantic ballroom kinda dance.

11) Rahul takes absolutely no efforts to confess his love to Anjali. Even when he reaches at Anjali's wedding uninvited, he has no better thing to do than to play charades..to say those three words "I LOVE U". All he does there is watch Anjali shed tears and reciprocate with even bigger ones. He acts superdumb till the end. Thanks to Sallu, who told Anjali - maaf karo bhai,jaao uske paas !

Ohh...mannn...look at what have i done to a movie which i adored so much ! Does this happen to every1 who thinks he has matured in 10 yrs...may b m watching 2 much of sensible stuff these days that my childhood favorites seem extremely stupid to me nw...I guess I am ok...all i need is some break frm this over worked schedule of mine...so dat i can get back to watching another Karan Johar drama ;)

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Last piece in the jigsaw puzzle fixed !!

University : Indiana University, Bloomington
School : Kelley School of Business
Program : MSIS
I-20 Amount - $ 35,815/yr ; No AID ; Course Duration : 18 months.


VISA APPOINTMENT : 14th June, 2007
VISA TIME SLOT : 8:30 AM
VISA STATUS : Approved ; No docs checked - Didn't even touch the folder.

P.S : For only VI, please scroll down directly and avoid the crap..others' who are a lil vella like me, read on !! Wink

Changing weather in Mumbai gifted me with a terrible cold , cough, a running nose and a severe body ache, juss 2 days prior to my interview Sad .. Wow..i thought to miself.Generally, I don't easily accept gifts, but had very little choice this time. Owing to this, I took extremely good care of myself in the last 2 days...Cool I mean thats what i thought until I was declared as Paranoid by folks at my place. Embarassed M still puzzled as to what exactly did they find unusual with me...I just demanded for bland boiled food without spices, asked for chappati if rice was cooked and if chapatti was served, I gently requested for khichdi, gargled every 1 hour with salted luke warm water so that I don't loose my voice on the day of the interview, did some ramdev baba yoga b/w every gargling nd steam sessions, used gestures instead of voice(was saving my voice for the D day) Silenced , asked my bro to attend to my calls(since I didn't wanna use even 1% of my vocal powers Silenced...talking to credit card nd mobile company representatives)...i guess thats it...Dunno what made ppl at my place think that i have gone bonkers ! Anyways, I jussss ignored there remarks, thinking its a consequence of the generation gap !! one wud think, "Generation gap..?? " how? why? wht relevance here?? Eh? d'oh! Brick wall But dats the nly phrase my folks & I have mutually agreed to refer to any of the disagreements b/w us Smile

Anways, I wanted to have a complete 6 hour sleep a night before d interview (had read somewhere on d forums..sleep well, so that u wud look fresh..blah blah..YES, i forgot to add in the above para..I religiously followed things which were written by ppl @ Edulix !! I realised it today morning,(abt mi dilegence with following edulix advise), when my brother asked me - "If you don't mind and if its written on ur forum somewhere, do u mind taking an umberella along?? Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad Jus in case it rains !! Twisted Evil I made a face and uttered Damn ! ). Anyways, so lets continue the story...so I went off to sleep at 11:00 PM last night. But before going off to sleep I again proved myself a **GENIUS**. I collected all the cell phones available in the house -- 2 from folks, 1 cusin's, 1 mine and nicely arranged them on a table near my bed. Ahh..forgot to add the alram clock. okk...so each of them were tuned to ring with a time gap of 10 mins, starting at 4:30 AM sharp.

First alarm...missed it somehow, opened my eyes gently at 4:45...calculated the time(11 PM to 4:45 AM)..still 15 mins to complete the essential 6 hours sleep(couldn't defy that...was written on forums yaar...so after turning sides in the bed with eyes closed for 15 mins, I got up at 5:00 AM sharp nly to find all d people in my house standing by my bedside ! Naaaaaaah...not to wish me gudluck...dats too early, juss to take back their mobiles and switch off the alarms so that they cud go back to sleep. Any sane person wud have peacefully got up at 6-6:30 for the 8:30 AM slot, but i ws being different since last 2 days...Gargled, got ready, visited the small temple in society Pray , had a gud breakfast at 5:45 AM [have never seen this time of the day in consciousness...nd here
I was munching bread-butter nicely. Arey baba...had read y'day only that gurls were fainiting and all...so one shud eat properly before leaving...ab forum pe likha tha..so had to comply with the same Neutral

Wished Goodmorning officer to everyone at mi place(was checking if my vocal chords were still functioning) ; Left home by 6:00 AM, and reached consulate by 6:45 AM. My bro had insisted on leaving by 6:45 so that we wud be at the consulate arnd 7:30ish(as per a cautious student's standard) , BUT, where was i listening to any1 ? So..we reached early..My bro had expressions which some what looked similar to -- Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad I knew it was pretty early...but had to save myself from bro's temper... " So what ??? " I declared !! Look at the brighter side of reaching early...I'll get to talk to the tea vendor or bisleri bottle seller or the newspaper wallah...They might juss give me some last min tips or some **critical info from inside the consulate** which might help me during the interview(they see the proceedings day in and day out ) ...Hearing this, bro went **BLANK**...removed ear plugs from his pocket and started listening to some god foresaken FM channel...It was a clear indication that he was in no mood to listen to any of my non-sensical talks and I had no option but to strike a conversation with the newspaper walla...so here i was, interviewing the poor chap at 7:15 AM in d morning...

Newspaper walla wud be referred henceforth as - NW.

[ME] : Bhaiyya, mera 8:30 ka time slot hai... Smile
[NW] : {toh main kya karun??? Mad types look} acha acha...abhi toh kafi time hai...aap bahut jaldi aa gaye...TOI / HT doon kya? Time pass ho jayegaa...
[ME] : {beta, apna business kar raha hai...mere saath smart ban raha hai...time pass...huh?? meri jaan nikal rahi hai...yeh time pass karne ki baat kar raha hai Rolling Eyes } Nahi bhaiyya, mein apne yaad kiya hue answers bhul jaaongi..
[NW] : {toh mera time kyun waste kar rahi hai types look...} Chinta mat karo madam, acha hi hoga...
[ME] : Hmm...acha kitna time lag jaata hai approx. ek student ko waapis bahar aane mein?
[NW] : {Mein kya sabki chokidaari karta hun kya?? Rolling Eyes} Subah Subah jaldi ho jaata hai...chinta mat karo{looks here and there...must be thinking..mera peecha kab chodoge...}
[ME] : ok ok...phir toh acha hai...lekin kissi kissi student ko toh bahut time bhi lagta hoga na...
[NW] : {Arey toh mein kya karoooon?? Brick wall Brick wall Brick wall} Was really putting in efforts to think hard to say something that comforts me...

Bro comes to his rescue...bhaiyya ek TOI dena...takes it and gives me a stern look - which meant shut up..FINGER ON YOUR LIPS !! Shhh Silenced Silenced Damn..NW escapes...**sigh**

It was 7:30 AM and I was getting impatient with every passing minute..was watching the shuttle buses coming and going, parents wishing gud luck to their wards,7:45 queue was taken inside...I was helplessly waiting for mi turn...at last my line moved to the next footpath...Yeah, at mumbai consulate, u progress as per the timeslot to the next footpath..Smile

At 8:00 AM i was flustered, sent my bro to the security guard to check if i was standing in the correct queue...Security Guard :"Haan, yeh hi line hai..wahan par hi khade raho." Another look from bro to me..and silence ! At sharp 8:15 we were taken in..

At the Entrance - Passport checked with Interview letter

Security check counter - Different queues for guys and gurls...Girls weren't asked to remove their watches/belts or any other metal jewellery type accessories...Where as guys were asked to remove anythin remotely associated with metal. One guy even had to remove a ring he had in his finger..and i giggled..wooden scale type tokens collected and was directed to the main Hall.

Main Hall - While i was still at the door, i closed my eyes for a min, recollected names of each and every GOD i knew...and entered. Opened my eyes....and DAMN !!!!!!!!! Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad yeh kya hai...all these days, wen i was reading about the counters and telephone booths, I had visualised the consulate hall, if not huge, but at least as big as Ticket area at VT station(well spaced with high ceiling). And here I was in some seminar hall with a low ceiling..So after initial expectations were shattered, I moved in the line where I had to collect the green packet - The docs I submitted 5 days ago were placed in a green colored packet. Collected the packet and the PINK token slip. Then i moved on to counter no1 for finger scanning.

Counter no 1 - Saw an old Fat lady @ the counter. **I fainted** thinking she was the Scarf Lady..recovered the next moment when she greeted me with a smile and a warm gud morning. Convinced my self...Naah..she cannot be the one...shes sweet and also the scarf is missing. Slid the green packet inside, She read and said..another Indiana student..and i again fainted, as i feared if she had some biases against the univ..guess she read my expressions and smiled back..Then she took my pink token, tore one part of it, returned the remaining half to me..I took that and walked towards the seating area. Was more like a waiting room..lobby full with all sorts of people...found a place near the mike(again had read,on forum to sit near the mike where u can hear token nos. clearly). Now here I chose to sit in the front row, proved to be useful..will explain below - How ?

So again I had nothing to do but to wait..it was 9.00 AM and i was waiting for my no. to be called...suddenly i saw the token no. It read - 643...the damn numerologist in me also had to wake up now only...added up the digits...6+4+3 = 13 !!!!! Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad Evil or Very Mad Damn...m gone..m finished..y me ?? mere saath hi kyun hota hai...?? prayed once Pray .. twice Pray Pray ... and then the optimist numerologist in me(which rarely shows up) told me...so what if its 13 ?? Now add up these 2 nos as well..1+3 = 4..FOUR is an even no. I consoled myself..Things wud be even with u..don worry...jus smile...smile as much as u can ! And the confident "me" was back...

The strategic location i chose to sit proved to be advantageous in 2 ways -

1) I cud see the almost all the counters(except for the ones hidden behind the column of the building) --

Counter No 4: I think all H1/B1/L1 Visa's were being issued here. As i cud c nly the Infy/TCS/Deloitte guys going there. Also they did not have bulky folders like students...hence the assumption..
Counter No 6: F1 counter. A thin american lady..very sweet..did not reject a single visa and hardly took 30-40 sec for one person...Every1 arnd hoped to get this counter...
Counter No 5 and 10: For families..i think..cud see many gujrati families going to these counters...
Counter No 8: Old Fat Bald American Guy...he did reject a F1 VISA infront of me...
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Similarly there were some more counters...some had not opened until then..And I had my back towards some, hence cudnt see them...

I too was praying for counter no 6...Nos. were called, starting from the sequence 003, 020..etc...mine was 643..so i thought..if these ppl are gonna go sequentially, there is no way i am getting out of the consulate before midnight..(yeah..wen u r worked up, u tend to think everything absurd..)

Six - Seven nos were called together..mine was called at 9:28..
" ***, ***, ***, *** , 643, ... " Now here is where my location again proved to be advantageous...i was in the front row, and as soon as my no. was read, i joined the queue. I was 2nd,even when my no. was called at 5th position.(old selfish mentality u c - me first !!) Anyways...so counter 8 was where i had to go..Fat Bald uncle...heart started pounding...shittt !! thought "No 13" was having its effect...din get time 2 curse any1..else i wud've...coz the first person went in , and came out...

Now, I entered the Visa Booth, placed my folder on the shelf to my left..was tired carrying it...and then the EVENT began...{jiske liye upar ki sab story likhi hai Smile}

ME [Smiling ear to ear] : Goodmorning officer !
{had read on the forum to address him/her as Officer and not sir/ma'am, they like tht..may be he did, coz he smiled back too}
VO : Goodmorning ma'am.
ME : Again a big broad smile...(dunno for what)
VO : Can I have your pink token please?
ME : Sure sir(slid across the window)
VO : So what type of course are you going for?
ME : Its a graduate level course sir.
VO : You mean Masters?
ME : Yes sir, Masters(with full accent..cursed myself for this the very next second, but still smiling..)
VO : It would be masters in which subject ?
ME : Management in Information System, sir.
VO : How many universities did you apply to?
ME : 11 sir, 10 - Admits, 1 - Reject.
VO : Thats good.
ME : Again smiling...
VO [Typing something on the computer] : Your Bachelor's was in?
ME : Computer Engineering sir.
VO : How did you fair there - Ist class/II class.
ME : Ist class throughout sir[smiling again...]
VO : Good, so who is paying for your education?
ME : My family.[My sponsors were - Parents and maternal Grandmother, hence I said family.]
VO : What do your parents do?[Again typing on the computer]
ME : Father is a doctor and is serving as Joint Director in Medical & Health Services, Govt. of Rajasthan and my mother is a professor in English Literature, serving as Head of the Department, in University of Bikaner, Rajasthan.
VO : That sounds good, your Visa has been approved.
ME : Thankyou so much sir, Have a nice day !
VO : Oh, u too !

Smiling all the way from the booth to the consulate EXIT, I came out, looking for a guy who was carrying a ladies purse and a huge bag...surprised?eh??Don't be...was searching for my younger bro...who else can i bully around with, to hold a ladies bag ?? That huge bag contained some unecessary xeroxes of the certificates which i had earned from Class 5th to Class 12th - another paranoic stunt of mine..
Was out by 9:32 AM..

Thereafter,went to siddhi vinayak temple, took bro for a lunch treat(he deserved it after displaying a brave act of patience with me), a few phone calls...shopped a few things and then back home..

Lessons learnt --


1) Do not panic and become hysterical(like me).
2) The VOs are not hooligans..they are there to grant u visa if u r a genuine student and have all d docs in place.
3) **Smile**.. that eases out tension from either end.
4) Take a seat in the sitting area, where nos are audible.
5) Do not pounce on the students who come out from the booth - does not give a very gud impression..VO keeps on looking at students outside. Even while standing out...Smile at him..I did !


Thats it from me guys..A big thanku to all the Edulixians..
Esp. Shadow, THE RAINMAKER, Kuchcha, Shopgirl, APPRENTICE who guided and helped me with Applications and the Visa process !!

I did not go to any CONseller for anything...Edulix simply rocks !
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