60 years of freedom! In such a short span of time India has moved ahead in leaps and bounds towards a better future. We yet have a lot to achieve, a long road ahead, miles to go… in spite of which we still see and feel pride and enthusiasm brimming in the youth. The optimism and feel good factor going around is contagious.
We have reflected upon many accomplishments through many struggles of India and now need to evaluate the upcoming challenges, which collectively we, as able citizens can work upon towards making India not only a strong economic force but also help it in moving it up the social ladder.
Globally, Indians are known to be extremely patriotic and united. Yet when it comes to extending courtesy and considerate behaviour to our own fellow citizens, we are way behind compared to citizens of other nations. We are completely indifferent to the person standing in queue for hours and break in between, don’t care to help someone injured on the road, readily bribe a cop for a traffic offence, abuse someone who recklessly overtakes while driving, and of course, recklessly overtake while driving and endangering others. Overall, our attitude sucks! Attitudes have got to change.
We need to recognize that even the smallest of effort within our individual power goes a long way in making a complete difference in outcome of our actions. Whether it is in extending basic courtesies like queuing up, helping an injured person, maintaining traffic discipline, or by doing something on a larger scale like empowering underprivileged women, educating disadvantaged children and orphans, providing basic necessities to the deprived, demanding justice from a corrupt system, getting out on the road to regulate traffic, fighting for a mutual cause for safety for all or preventing crime by just being alert. Such efforts from citizens will enable a better and safer society. If at an individual level a person can make a difference then it is obvious what a collaborative effort can garner.
We can complain endlessly about how the government isn’t doing enough, that there’s too much congestion on the roads, too much crime, pollution, poverty, population, etc. What are we doing to help?
Today I got mail with subject line ‘Proud to be an Indian’. The mail lists out names of Indian executives of popular Software companies. Out of curiosity, I started reading this mail and saw that my company name appears to be first one. My company has many high flying Indian executives and some of them are leading the most profitable businesses but the name that was listed was one I never heard of. Even the position he is supposed to be having does not appear anywhere in the company’s hierarchy! Someone over enthusiastic patriot seems to have composed the mails without even confirming the details. I wonder reliability of other names too! Anyways the point here is why should I be proud if those people are not working for my country?
Most of these mails are forwarded with lot of enthusiasm and they seem to be very common during the Independence Day/Republic day period when so called ‘patriotism’ is on high. With the over increasing media influence, people find various reasons to be ‘proud’ of our country. Like ‘Sunita Williams’ case. So she has some ‘desi’ genes but after all she is born and brought up in other country. She works for other country pays taxes there. Why should I be proud of her achievements? Why should I keep track of her activities every second? What am I going to gain if she likes samosa ? Is it going to increase sale of samosa’s in the country?
I am one of those people always found preaching others about the not leaving the country, how we should do things to preserve our culture etc. I hate it when people can’t stop talking about how good other country is and how bad this country is. You will find me picking verbal fights with those people. But will I pride for my country because someone with Indian roots does something good in some distant part of the globe? NEVER!!!
Why do we have to take pride for achievements of a person who is Indian just for namesake? What do we get out of it? It just shows our insecurity, intellectual inability. In fact it shows that your country cannot provide infrastructure to nurture those talents and those people have left it for the greener pastures. Why wouldn’t people raise voice against attack on lady writer who dares to speak her mind? I don’t see any forward that condemns daring of that man elected by we people who dares to give public statements agianst her and even manages to gather considerable support.
Tell me what is your take? Will forwarding mails or following coverage of an astronaut’s daily chores make me patriotic?
Ten years ago, I left for the US to do my masters - with no cheap way of keeping in touch with family. Having just about got an email address and with the new computer at home being some DOS type thing where no pictures came up, the vsnl internet connection had speeds that rivalled Rip Van Winkle’s aging process. Dad’s email address was soooo long – ending in bgl.vsnl.net.in. Really!!! Calling cards from the US charged 53 cents a minute to India and that was considered a good deal and calling from India to the US was Rs.60 a minute. Seriously!
Now one of my dearest and nearest has left for sunny California to do his MS. And I am amazed at how easy it is to keep in touch. Skype, Gtalk, what have you! And calling cards from Reliance and Big Zoo that cost 15 cents a minute. And it is so cheap for me to call as well. In addition, you can add gtalk to your blackberry and be online all times of the day. So all he has to do is ping and I am there with the answers. Amazing!!!!
Being in a city, it really is quite easy to bridge the distance. And at the end of the day that’s what matters – keeping in touch with your loved ones and being part of their lives and transformations. Bidding adieu just got so much easier!
Complacency is one thing I absolutely hate about good hotels. But it is the strongest force that takes over a place rated good, and ends up being at its very root cause of downfall and unpopularity within a year of its ‘good’ rating, or so I have observed!
While its tough to get complacent when it comes to the taste of the food served, given that the cook follows the same steps each day, it is very easy to lose track of quality once a restaurant has established a reasonable amount of fame. But am surprised how little attention, restaurants pay to this key factor, after arriving at the threshold of success. Don’t they realise that even though the food is excellent, customers might not turn up if they found stapler-pins in their kababs or hair in the upma?
Yes, it is astonishing, isn’t it? That they manage to make big goof-ups like this!? What started me on this topic is the chip of crockery that I found in the tamarind sauce I was dipping my chandini kabab in at Samarkhand last Saturday. Given the dim lighting within the place, I mistook it to be a seed or such-like and tried chewing at it. I donot give up easy, so after a bit of struggle, I accepted that it might be a bit of bone, carelessly mixed up with the kabab. And then, sorry about this absolute lack of dinner-table etiquette, but my curiosity leaped over all that etiquette and I pulled out the bit to have a closer look. Guess what!? Yup, it was a bit of the crockery indeed, brown and smooth on one side and chipped and pale-white on the other. It was confirmed as much, upon being shown to the manager.
What really amazed me was the nonchalance of the restaurant managers, the absolute lack of apology or any smooth words at all from the whole bunch. They just took the piece back with them. To do what, you ask? To put it back in the jar of tamarind sauce perhaps!? You will probably go on to say that this is my fault when I narrate to you that this is the second such instance I have come across in this same place, Samarkhand. Six months back, over similar dim-lighting I pulled out a stapler-pin, after it gashed lightly in my mouth. Yes, it was in my piece of starter again!
Forgive me, but I have a weakness for their Dum Biryani, which has been overcome with the last bit of crockery piece I stumbled upon. No more of Samarkhand for me, even if it means missing the perfect Dum Biryani and their out-of-this-world kababs. I might have reconsidered and continued with my weakness for their biryani, had a simple apology come my way. But Samarkhand and its bunch or pin-feeders refuse to step down from the ladder of complacency. Bah!
This kind of taking success and popularity for granted is not just Samarkhand’s fault. I have seen this kind of stupidity at many good places. Hair under muffins at Cafe Coffee Days, hair in the upma at the moderately-scaled Sukh Sagar, hair in idli, eye lashes (surely not mine!) in lemon soda, coffee, sugar. Why? Why give up when you are so close to being someone’s favourite eat-out!? Why take the pleasure out of eating-out for a person who is choosing to come to you!? I simply donot get it!
Surely it is foolish to believe that you will continue to have this rush and this huge demand for your food when it is equivalent to a health hazard? Surely it is foolish to believe that customers will flock, no matter what, even though there are so many more new places to explore? Surely it is not good business sense this, absolute disregard for quality? Tell me?
My post about The Cradle stirred up a lot of questions and discussion about various issues. I am really happy to see that people are still going to that post and asking all kind of things!
Since many people had asked specifically about what it was like to actually deliver at The Cradle, I thought I would take the time out to write about my experience.
I was scheduled to go in at 8 PM to be induced. I was met in the reception area and promptly showed to my room. No waiting around, no checking to see if the room was ready. It was, with my name and my husband’s name right on the door!
We settled in nicely and someone came round to make sure we had what we needed. What I needed was food. One nice thing about The Cradle is that for a small fee you can also arrange to have your attender’s meals delivered from the canteen at the same time as yours, or they can order food a la carte when they want. The food selection for patients has a bit more variety than for attenders, but you can count on standard Indian fare… dosas, idlies, meals, chappathis, rice, curd, fruit, etc., as well as sandwiches, soups, coffee/tea and fresh juices and milkshakes. The food is not over the top delicious, but it is solidly nutritious and edible. If you are a patient, a dietitian will come and plan your meals out with you according to your health needs and your tastes.
Anyway, my obstetrician came and checked on me and started the induction process. I brought my OB with me from a different hospital (thru prior arrangement with Cradle administration), but I found the consulting OB staff at Cradle to be amazingly good… personable, caring and very thorough and knowledgeable. I would have been comfortable having any of them as my own OB.
Induction failed, and per previous discussions with my OB and the Cradle staff I was prepped and moved to the OT for a C-section. The OT is of a normal size and well-equipped. I felt as comfortable as anyone would feel walking into a room to be prepared for a procedure (which is to say I was terribly nervous), but again the nursing staff and the docs all managed to be caring and attentive while doing their jobs without a hitch.
Post surgery I was attended to by a host of doctors and nurses. One thing I can say is that they have adequate nursing staff on hand at all times. The nurses almost always come in the room in groups of 2, and they are well trained and good at their jobs. I have terrible veins and these women managed to successfully insert a cannula into my hand on the first go (those little plastic ports used to give injections and IVs so they do not have to prick you separately each time) where in other hospitals an anesthesiologist or phlebotomist was called in to do it instead.
The nursing staff and the personalized attention they give patients is one of the big bonuses of The Cradle. In other hospitals the sisters run in and out quickly, usually because of their patient load. Here the nurses will stay to make sure you are comfortable, and will answer any questions you have. They will even take time out to give you a lesson in swaddling your baby or giving them a bath.
During my stay at Cradle I was seen by the duty OB a number of times a day. Also, a very friendly physiotherapist came by a number of times to discuss proper exercise post-discharge, and ways that I could help my own recovery. The dietitian came back to discuss healthy eating and nutrition. And the baby was examined at least once a day, if not more, by a pediatrician/neonatologist. All of this served to ease my mind about my own health and the health of my newborn. At intermittent times other hospital staff dropped by to make sure I had everything I needed.
As I mentioned before the rooms are well appointed. They keep them spotlessly clean, and the housekeeping staff is friendly. There are toiletries for your use in the bathrooms (soap, toothbrush/paste, shower cap, shampoo), nice plush towels and a bathrobe. The Cradle also supplies gowns for patients and they aren’t the usual crappy ones that tie in the back and leave you feeling exposed. Patients are supplied with brightly patterned gowns resembling the ones that most Indian housewives wear at home, but with a bit more style.
Part of the package is that your baby receives a number of screening tests and immunizations. This is really a great help as it saves you from having to remember to ask your pediatrician to do them later. Another HUGE bonus is that the Cradle takes care of the municipal birth certificate for the babies born there. In my book, this is an amazing perk. If you have to do it yourself you have to go with both parents to the proper office, stand in a queue, and engage in God only knows what to get the paperwork processed. And it takes weeks. Cradle has a clerk who does all the work for you, and in a week or two you go back to the Cradle itself to pick it up. No hassles! Amazing!!!
Some asides… The Cradle houses a Barista that stays open late in case you or your attender gets a craving for a smoothie, a cappuccino or a muffin. They also have a store called Blues and Pinks on the lower floor where you can buy anything from car seats, to baby bottles, to a cute little going home outfit for baby. If you forgot a blanket to bring baby home in, or want to buy a snazzy imported diaper bag, you can head here. Word to the wise… some of the things, such as diapers, breast pumps, etc. can be bought at the pharmacy adjacent to the Barista on the first floor at a lower price. Check there first. Also, both the pharmacy and Blues and Pinks deliver home in case you forget something important or run out later!
Did I find anything wrong with the Cradle? Not much. A few minor things. First of all the doctors and nurses don’t wear name tags of any kind. When you are first introduced to them, chances are you are either in pain or a bit drugged, so you end up forgetting who is who. For the first 2 days I confused half the duty docs. Plus the nurses never tell you their names unless you ask, and I felt weird just calling them “sister” since they were doing so much for me. What else? Well the trays that you eat off of just rest on the bed railings instead of being something on wheels. This is kind of inconvenient, because if the tray is left on the bed, someone has to come clear it or you’re trapped in bed! I felt odd asking the nurses to do that… so if my attender was gone I was in a bind. Also there is really nowhere in the room for the attender to eat comfortably, as the only side table is heavy and not moveable. And I found that the hall lights at night were sometimes left on, making the room unbearably bright… so we had to ask the nurses to turn them off. Those are my biggest complaints… all very minor considering! Oh, and I told the dietitian that I hate cut apples and I got them with every dinner. 
So all in all, especially after my experience there, I would highly recommend the Cradle to anyone deciding where to give birth. You’re not going to get this quality of medical and personal attention for your money at any other hospital in Bangalore.
Open your eyes and all you can see is greenery. It extends beyond the horizon, hills covered with coffee plantation with patches of paddy field in between, clouds lingering on the mountain tops, there is a kind of sweetness in the air, only voices you hear are that of the peacocks or sparrows chirping, the air tingles against your skin. Do you dream of such place? If you do, I might just have found address of one of such places for you!
And the place is not far off from namma Bengalooru. Around 270kms from Bangalore, about 50kms after Chikmanglur, is the resort ‘Eagle Eye’. Situated far far away from the hustle-bustle of urban life, you get to enjoy a cozy holiday with all basic luxuries at good price. The place has something to offer for people of every taste. Are you looking for a silent gateway? Curl up with cup of hot tea or coffee grown in local gardens and a book on the terrace, on a hammock, or just sit by the window in your cottage, explore the coffee plantation nearby or order a massage for yourself. You will loose count of time. Want to enjoy with family and friends? Go for the guided tour of plantations, go fishing, take a coracle and drift on the water all by yourself, go for jungle picnic, bathe under the waterfall or just play badminton in one of the open air courts. Want an adventures holiday? Go for trekking, rock climbing, take a jungle safari or camp in the jungle. Enjoy your evenings by the bonfire. If you want, they will play the funky music and you can dance your way to midnight or enjoy romantic music with special someone.
You can stay in a cozy cottage lined with coffee tree woods, or the villas for a big group or one of the two tree houses. The tree houses are awesome but they need advance booking. Most important part is the place is spotless clean! Food is simple yet yummy; the air does wonders to your appetite. Even normal bread tastes sweeter. Staff is always smiling and very helpful. They don’t have any room service. Their motto is ‘home away from home’. The owner says he hasn’t provided room service because he wants people to come out of their rooms at least for food and get some fresh air.
They say summer is the best season to go there but I went in July. It was drizzling all the time but it added only more fun to the whole experience. More than a week after the holiday and I want to go back again. If you would like to go there too, checkout here for more details!
Acres of print and online pages have been dedicated to Bangalore Traffic. Some say it’s a worthless discussion still indulging it in once a day, some just curse the traffic all the time. For me it’s the only glitch I have come across in Bangalore so far in a year. Just try to cogitate about it and you may note some of these things,
- You get more time to think when you are stuck in traffic, think about you, about your friends, family etc. This is much better if the jams are longer. The way to Electronic City is much better for this as the JAMs are longer rather than the slow moving traffic of Airport Road or Mysore Road.
- The whole rationale behind managing spaces gets its true manifestation through usage of footpaths, although its slightly dangerous driving on footpath still footpaths are usually more properly paved than most of the roads. So at least they are safer for YOU to drive on.
- FM channels hog up all the commercial advantages of a Traffic Jam (leave a few Traffic Policemen :D). Long traffic jams ensure better TRP’s (or its equivalent for Radios) and make RJ’s the most popular of Bangalore Junta.
Moreover we should take everything in positive spirit. We should be proud of the fact that we are the best in the world when it comes utilizing the roads. Feeding the population of China with the food resources of Somalia is something we are able manage. Rather than thinking about solutions some things should be left as it is. Self Healing they say is better than cure. Although my prescriptions for the problem include,
- A King-Kong who just comes from somewhere and rattles all of Bangalore throwing all the cars around in all directions(obviously not hurting anyone, this the only way we can have space on roads…:)
- Stop selling vehicles…:)
From a more Utopian(an imperfect one) perspective now lets look at something realistic, next years awaits the release of the 1-Lakh Tata car, although my assumption is that it wouldn’t hit the cities that badly, still we would be in for another battle for space on roads. It would be interesting to watch just where can people fit in there cars anymore. My biggest complaint is against the Truckwaalahs, browsing the city throughout the day, when they shouldn’t be allowed to do so. It’s stupid to allow Lorries, that too with rods and railings on it within city limits during normal hours.
Anyway the whole text above doesn’t make any concrete sense, it shows a certain lack of sense in constructing the flow of the post, but so is Bangalore Traffic and the discussion it triggers…everything is not supposed to make sense.
Hey Bangalore,
Are you in the mood for an indulgent Saturday afternoon tommorrow?
Do i hear a ‘yes’?
Ok, then. Come over to the Olive Beach between 11am and 4pm tommorrow (28 July) and check out the Gourmet Bazaar being organized for the first time in town.
You get to check out food and dining accessories (some of which have been designed by me!)
The Bazaar will feature Swiss chocolates, handmade pasta & sauces, organic produce, fresh breads, handmade crockery and functional sculptures for the kitchen. Not to mention, lots of Parmigiano Reggiano, Gruyere, feta and Brie on the cheese board.
See you there!
Can’t make it? It’ll be back next month!
Gourmet Bazaar, 11 am-4 pm on the last Saturday of every month at
Olive Beach, 16 Wood Street, Bangalore. Tel: 41128400.
Baseline prices — Dining accessories: Rs.200; Ceramics: Rs 150; breads: Rs 50; organic veggies: Rs 40/kg; handmade pasta: Rs 120/500 gm; pasta sauces: Rs 100/jar; cheeses: Rs 100/100 gm; cured meats: Rs 200/100 gm.
A friend had been badgering me with invitations to attend an introductory session on this life-enriching course she just attended. Every time I asked her what the course was all about, she merely cooed, ‘Its very nice, its really very nice, you must take it. You don’t know the kind of change your life will undergo.’, and such like. My first instinctive reaction was to stay away from it, I cannot quite explain how that came about. However, eventually her persistence paid off, friends must be obliged, and one busy Monday, I was rapidly finishing my day’s work to join her for my first introductory session on this life-enriching course.
A bizarre session of people coming to stage and talking about how the course changed the very course of their life, left me, frankly, very amused. There were old people, dads, moms, grandpas and grandmas’ proudly talking before the whole lot of about 150 or so people, that they will remain ever grateful to Landmark Education Forum for giving them that power which no amount of education, learning, money, religion, prayer, friendship, thinking and will-power could ever give them. The frightening thing was everybody broke into much enthusiastic clapping at the drop of a hat, everybody cheered for the speaker like he was his best friend up there. It was like a whole new clan had been formed with some sort of black magic. I could say, I was even awed and curious, what is this thing all about? I mused.
An hour later, my friend left me for her class, and a whole new lot of us, new-comers on the thresh-hold of this secret atrium of Learning about life-enriching potions, were gathered at a small room, away from the senior graduates. They were called another equally respectful term, which I forget, but it was largely to this effect. Within the smaller room, came a grinning professor. Apparently her ‘real’ life occupation was that of a professor too. She skillfully guided rows and rows of us into giving up our names, occupations and brief introductions.
One of the first things she did was ask us to write down on a sheet, a perplexing problem from life, a problem which has been gnawing at our minds since long, a problem which has little solution. I sat and chewed the back of my pencil, thinking hard, right then there seemed to be just one problem, the problem that I didn’t have one! But when she saw too many of us blinking, without writing down anything at all, she gave us her problem and how Landmark helped her conquer a solution to the same. I faintly recall it was how her mom caught her the moment she stepped home from work and rattled all her problems, about the maids, gardeners and such-like, and how she used to ask her mom to shut up for a while and how her mom used to take hurt at this. She even told us the solution, I suppose, but I do not remember, I rather spotted a squirrel outside the window and watched it bite into a half-eaten guava.
Soon I realised everyone around me was furiously writing down their problems in the sheet and I sat blank, my mind blanker than my sheet. After a long time, just as she was about to move onto the next topic, a brainwave struck me, ‘I am lazy’, yes, I almost said aloud, that is indeed a pathetic problem. I scribbled as much on my sheet. By now, the professor was discussing problems with people who didn’t mind discussing them with the class, and she was helping them analyse why they do what they do, no one might really be at fault and how things happen the way they do. Salary problems like my sister earns more than me or my colleague earns more than me, marital conflicts like why does my mother in law not let me take the dog out for a walk, severe job dissatisfaction like my boss does not recognise my worth or my field has no growth opportunities, time management like I get up at 5.30am everyday and yet I reach office late, friction with relatives like my aunt keeps eying my husband’s progress compared to her son -in law’s, and even sexual problems were all discussed. It was err…. interesting, even though petty and a waste of time hearing them all, given that I barely knew their names.
I will not bore you with further unnecessary details of the course, so lets get on with the catch. The catch is after the introductory session, you will not be forced, but you will feel like signing up for the course paying the fees of, hold your breath, life enriching courses do not come free, 5.5k. Now, I hear the amount is even bigger. No change in booking will be allowed, once the amount is paid, consider yourself enrolled for that period or forget about your cash. No, absolutely no refund. Am sure though, they have damn good, sincere reasons for the same. When it was my turn, I said I want to think about it, and thereafter got cold-shouldered, right till the time I picked my bag and ran out, looking like I had to take a call on my cell-phone.
What am astounded with is the great number of people whom they managed to convince that they absolutely need to do this course to figure out life. They paid up fees in advance and left the room at peace with the world that all problems will now go away, life will finally be chill! How did they do it? Or were a few of them their people, like plain-clothed policeman, ensuring that the initial momentum is generated for people who wait to see who else is signing up? Or were they people who had come decided that they will take the course hearing about it all from their friends’ and family member’s? Surely these will be the kind of people who will stand on that stage 6 months later and talk of their wonderful experience and learning from Landmark. I have not done the course, but I cannot believe there can be any learning that can be had, which will make drastic changes in my thinking, in my life. Things are somewhat solid and quite set now for me.
I cannot help but think that if there is anyone who can solve my problems, however trivial or large, it is me alone. No course can replace positive thinking in one’s life. With this kind of thinking in mind, and then seeing the prolific success of the Landmark Education Forum, I feel helplessly at a loss. I feel there is something that I am missing, despite attending the introductory session, I cannot trust someone else to make any change in my life. Yes, there are things that happen which change our life altogether, turn it around all at once, but how can a course do that, and that too in a way that I turn out to be a totally different person from what I am today. How? How?
I am not over-confidently asserting that this is another of those fake things, that trick people into believing they are going to get a fresh breath of life. I have friends who have actually done the course and believe in its supreme power and can’t help repeating that they are grateful to this course for the kind of person they have become today. At the same time, I cannot help feeling scared that some sort of hocus-focus does happen, some smooth talking… Probably, its merely about encouraging people and telling them that they CAN do it, solve their own problems, a sort of Confidence generating thing? Probably, its a breather of a social life, in the kind of lonely lives we now lead, this kind of a social thing simply lends you a shoulder to cry on, gives a listening ear for your problems and a group of friends who will express genuine concern at your regrets. Probably this is how new religions and new beliefs and new practices come about. This kind of blind belief in a great talker.
I am probably going round and round in circles trying to figure out what this was about, but I hope someone who has done this course tells us what it really is about. Don’t just use adjectives and say ‘it was great’, ‘it was wonderful’, no, tell us succinctly what you learnt. If possible, give the exact difference in your life, the before and after kind of snapshot from your life!
New year, new college, new friends, new campus, new opportunities, new life!
Let me help you out on what’s hot and what is completely important to keep in mind for this new academic year.
1. Stationery: The most important of them all! We shouldn’t forget the very reason we go to an educational institute…to gain knowledge! Make sure you have enough pens, pencils, handbooks and all textbooks before hand, so that you are in tune in what’s going in class no matter if you’re in or out of it! And perhaps if you want, glance through the texts so that you know what you need to before the teacher begins the topic, and wouldn’t be attending just for the sake of compulsory 75% attendance.
2. Trendy college bag: Very important. Choose a bag that not only suits your personality but also allows your journals to fit in it. (We should never forget the real reason for buying it in the first place, don’t you think?) Something huge and plastic-y and less leathery or fabric-y is what you should look for. And make sure its waterproof so that your books are safe just incase there is a downpour.
3. Dungarees: A short dungaree dress or normal dungarees either 2/4th’s, 3/4th’s or full ones teamed up with pair of leggings and a solid tee will look just fab!
4. Contact lenses: Just incase your on glasses, get yourself some change. Nothing against people who wear glasses, I do too, but the feeling of clear vision without my pair sometimes makes me feel at the top of this world and makes you feel like a million bucks!
5. Pair of black leggings: Please tell me you know this one by now? Team up with minis, shorts and all sorts of tops. And please word of advice, own only solid color’s like black with some lace or brown because everything else looks a little to fake and can look very cheap!
6. Tunics: Very here, very now! I am sure you have at least one of these in your closets by now. They not only put you in the spotlight but also grab you few “WOW” glances once in a while. A simple black tunic along with denims or leggings might just be the look for a casual hot day or a cold classy night with a bunch of accessories kicked in!
7. Skinny denims: New addition to class of ’07-08! Skinny people can team it up with all sorts of tops but just incase you think your thighs look to huge team up with long tunics or kurtees for you to look extra-ordinary baby!
8. Printed umbrella: If you don’t have one of these, I reckon you buy one. They might come in huge sizes, but trust me; they look super hot and keep you dry all day long! And don’t forget very sturdy!
9. Chunky long chains and hair accessories: Get a long silver chain with perhaps a pendant of a crown for the cute princesses, heart for the lovey dovey ones or perhaps a skull for the outrageous ones! I hope you get the point. This chunky bling will not only make you stand out, but also make you’re very simple outfit look very simply “haute!” Add hair clips, hair bands and crazy accessories to jazz up your look!
10. Footwear: Two words: Flip-flops! Hmmm….Comfy slip-on’s you can run around in and also converse for a more classier look just incase you wanna look girly one day and tom boy-ey the next! 
And last but definitely not the least; don’t forget to carry your confidence and positive attitude.
Quick Pointers:
Be friendly and let no comment effect you.
Act sober and decent just incase you don’t want to fall prey to ragging.
Believe in yourself and act polite with teachers and students.
Don’t forget to thank someone after you receive help and do the same if you’re asked for help.
Be generous, kind and speak to all kinds of people around you.
Do not limit your friend circle.
Don’t judge any one by the first look, dig deep.
And please people smile like an a** if you have to, though some people might think your completely nuts, but trust me, many would fall in love with that gorgeous smile!
What else…Have fun…Go Nuts….And F.Y.I.?
Welcome to Life Baby! This is where the fun begins!
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