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The Poetically Incorrect.

What of Destiny?

Were you not planning to offer me your seat on the train I missed helping the old man with directions?
And I was sure we’d meet at the Seven Sisters concert that I bunked to stay cooped up in my room filled with the scent of someone who hasnt been here..all alone but for Sinatra to take me all the way to Paaradise.
Didn’t we cross eachother on the subway just yesterday? But you were with your brigade of friends and I was in the middle of a bad, bad hair day.
Or the week before when you were too preoccupied passionately discussing politics for tea in the cafeteria and me, wrinkling my nose up another sneeze.
I’d bet you frequent that chicken corner we dont eat at. My roommate is Vegan.
When it rained and I wouldn’t dare walk out sans an umbrella. You were waiting…

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CATE 2012- What to and What not to Believe.

On a sultry Wednesday morning some 22 days ago when most of us were busy adjusting temperatures on our Air Conditioners and planning summer vacations with family, one Pritika Ghura decided to sweat it out and sat down to key in false information about Delhi University’s Common Aptitude Test in English 2012 (CATE, as it shall be abbreviated here on) or so a chafed acquaintance declared to the whole wide world on Facebook via an impassioned status message.
The Article posted on LearnHub, that caused much anxiety among aspiring candidates caught my attention while surfing Google for various college admission details. Now LearnHub happens to be a big player in the online career counselling/consultancy market. The chances of it then displaying false information with such great detail were slim. One look at the Author’s Profile and the chances matched Kareena Kapoor’s size : ZERO!
Another catch is, The article appears to have been posted 22 days ago which would be the 2nd of May. BUT, It carries information about sale of CATE application forms which it says begun on 20th of May. HOW? A prediction perhaps? A prophecy?
Jokes aside,  It really got me thinkin, “what is this article all about? And why is it here?”

The only plausible explanation I could come up with is that the article was posted in the year 2010 and the computer data base just re-uploaded it this year or shows the wrong year of publication. Now, I am no computer geek (not even close) which means I have no idea if such an error is possible but something I did work out is
The inaugural CATE was held in 2009. If we go by the article, May 20th is a Thursday. But May 20th was a Sunday this year, a Friday in 2011 AND a THURSDAY in 2010.
Another Google search and A The Times Of India article confirmed my suspicions. The availability of CATE forms in the year 2010 was, indeed, from the 20th of May to the 31st of May which coincides with the information available in the aforementioned article.
The conclusion I finally arrived at is, if humans are bound to err then the internet and all the information on it is nothing but human creation. The article contains correct information.. but for the year of 2010.

So where is the correct information for this year, you ask? On the Delhi University’s official website, of course! Years of looking up and filling college application forms has taught me that for correct information you should trust no one but the official website of the institute, university or college. And with a University as sought after and renowned as The Delhi University you can be sure of timely updates and announcements.

Without any more delay, let me have you know that the Sale of CATE 2012 Application forms begins on 25th May, which is a Friday and will go on till the 4th of June, Monday which is also the last date for receipt of completed application forms. You can purchase the forms from any of the 21 Participating College(link mentioned at the end of this post) between 10am-1pm and 2pm-4pm for Day Colleges and 4pm-7pm for Evening Colleges on days between 25th May and 4th June (excluding Saturdays and Sundays)

To obtain the application form, You will need to sumbit a Demand Draft (DD) of Rs. 350 in favor of The Registrar, University of Delhi
Drawn on any one of the following banks:
State Bank of India
Punjab National Bank

The Date of Test is Saturday, 9th June 2012 (11am-1pm)

The Date for Declaration of CATE Merit lists(on University Website) is Latest by 25th June 2012.

Eligibility Criteria for 
DU CATE 2012

  • For general category, the eligibility criteria is 45% marks in 4 main subjects in Std XII.
  • For OBC category, the eligibility criteria is 40.5% and for physically challenged students it is 40%. The SC/ST students must have passed class XII to be eligible for the exam.

How to prepare yourself for CATE 2012? 

Another thing you should not believe about CATE is that there is/are a particular book/s to prepare you for the exam. As is clear from the name, It is an aptitude exam. The very word implies that this exam is in place to test your aptitude for taking an Under graduate course in English. Mugging up a fixed set of questions is not going to help for the simple reason that there is no fixed set of questions from which questions shall be asked in the CATE. But that does not mean you have to turn up clueless for the exam. Let me run you through a basic pattern of the paper and what you can do in this short span of time to do well in the exam:

CATE is a 2 hour examination. The paper will consist of 2 section. Part ‘A’ will comprise Multiple Choice Questions (or MCQs) and Part ‘B’ subjective or descriptive answer type questions(comprehension and essay/creative pieces). Both sections are to be attempted in the same sitting and in a specified time span of 2 hours.

Now there is one little detail you should be aware of. Although there is no Screening or Elimination round for this exam as such, the Part ‘A’ of the paper will act as screen for your qualifications. How?
While all candidates will attempt both parts of the paper, only the scripts of those students who qualify in Part ‘A’, as per standards laid down by the university, will have their scripts for Part ‘B’ evaluated.
In simple comprehend-able English it means if you secure certain qualifying marks in the Objective Part ‘A’ only then will your Part ‘B’ script be evaluated. That translates- it is imperative you do well in Part ‘A’ to pass the exam.
Moving over to how you can best paper yourself for the exam..
I think, and this is my personal opinion entirely, that in the 10-15 days one has before the test date no ground breaking improvement in ones overall prospects to qualify the examination can be made. Nonetheless, you can start by picking up a habit for reading books (which trust me, will prove to be a very useful habit in the future if you plan to take English Literature seriously). You must start following at least 1 daily newspaper and acquaint yourself with the current style of writing and presentation. One, albeit unrelated but very wise decision would be to start substituting sms lingo in your daily conversations- online and on text message- with properly spelled, complete words. It barely takes a few more seconds to type the entire word but puts you at ease in writing better creative pieces in exams like the CATE where proper grammar is of paramount importance.

Furthermore, you could find out about popular literature online such as Famous Authors and Poets and their works. Some knowledge about 19th and 20th century literature could come in handy as well. Although there are no sample papers or previous year question papers issued by the university, a friend who wrote the exam last year shared that the objective section consisted primarily of Popular Literature and related items.
In all, a good base and firm understanding of the English Language and some knowledge in Popular English literature could sail your boat. Like I said, aptitude matters.

List of participating colleges and other details are available on

If you have any trouble finding the correct details on the university website just click on or copy paste the following link in your web browser address bar and you’ll find a PDF file containing all the necessary information. The link to copy paste is:
I hope that answers some of your questions. If you have any further queries feel free to leave a comment or email me at and I’ll try to get back to you as soon as possible.
All the best for your future plans. I do hope you clear the CATE with flying colors and any other exam you want to clear, including the exam called life 😀
Carpe Diem.

PS: For my blogger friends outside India, I know this post had no significance for you. Sorry about that. But I have a lot of posts lined up for the weekend. Here is saying Hello to you 🙂 hope you’re doing fine.
Take care.

Funereal Whispers.

Lost and I will not be found again
Like water melting into thirsty sand.
Or words breathed but left unattended
Or perhaps turned away.

Failed and I will not triumph again
Like precious silk but weak at each thread.
Or a pen that stopped squirting ink
on the last page of life.

Defeated by none but self.
With no will to live a tear-drop more
Or a smile that tried but never
manifested on your chipped lips.
Or kind things that only ever your
thoughts left but never expressed.

Am I even a blip on your canvas?
A fading spot of carcass perhaps.
Or maybe nothing but a numb
thorn to curse and pluck out to shun away.

A few words to share

If you’re still reading my post on this blog you must have it figured that I am one lazy kid with the attention span of a 2 year old. The fact that I managed to dish out all of 6 posts in the month of April is a testimony to the same. Another testimony is this post where I’ll just compile all the good things I’ve read in a while. That said, I hope you enjoy this the same as my other posts and as much as I enjoyed reading them.

This is something my friend Purvi shared on my most favorite places in the world, Blurts.

You want the truth?
Well, here it is.
Eventually, you forget it all.
First, you forget everything you learned – the dates of wars and Pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before.
You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers; and eventually you forget those, too.
You forget your junior year class schedule and where you used to sit, and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times.
And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations – even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away.
You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not.
Who went to a good college, who threw the best parties, who had the most friends – you forget all of them.
Even the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did.
They’re the last to go.
And once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else

– ‎Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac

Another wonderful share from Purvi.

“I’m not always as confident as I seem. (And neither as foolish as you assume.).
There are many nights and many days when all I want is to be held.
I love being held. Always.
Sometimes I don’t want to talk about what is bothering me.
Sometimes I just want a hug.
Someone who will let me cry.
I like when boys cry in front of me – when people aren’t afraid to show what they’re really feeling.
I don’t like when people run from their true feelings because it doesn’t do anyone any good.
I wear my heart on my sleeve, but I am not naive. (It is for love that I close my eyes.)
I know what it feels like to be completely broken and I am all too familiar with what it means to be hurt.
I know what it’s like to see something funny and not laugh.
I’ve been taken advantage of, used, and abused.
My feelings have been blatantly disregarded.
But I still believe that all people are good at heart.
And my trust in people has not diminished.
To be completely honest, I hope it never does. Ever.”



3. Some Chuck Palahniuk quotes I read on my Quotes App.

“You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger.”

“I’ve met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, “Why?” Why did I cause so much pain? Didn’t I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can’t I see how we’re all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God’s got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, “No, that’s not right.” Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can’t teach God anything.”

“If death meant just leaving the stage long enough to change costume and come back as a new character…Would you slow down? Or speed up?”

That’s it for now.
Signing off,
Ms. LazyGalaxy 😀


I always thought I would start with a sigh and it would take off from there. I thought you would create yourself. I thought it would bleed from me on a sunny monday morning. You would argue about my choice of weather had you been here today. It has to be a sunny monday morning. A cold winter night? Not a chance. All of those are wasted away in your oversized sweat-shirt reading books I dont like. Why dont I stop reading? Because they are your books. Even a sliver of hope of finding a dry, yellowing tear drop staining the pages of grief is enough to pull me through those nights of dying moons and ashen dreams. Now I doubt my choice of words. Were such nights wasted afterall?
A gloomy saturday evening while raindrops race eachother down the window glass, perhaps? The words would wash away. Do you remember how you would drag me outside to get drenched? You wanted to shoo away my childhood fear of getting lice in my hair from playing in the rain. I have overcome most fears now. And those days are, rightfully, spent walking on wet grass. Am I secretly clinging on to the idea that someday you will see me braving the let down of sad clouds and be proud of how “grown up” I am?
It has to be a sunny monday morning.
And it is.

It has been 4 years to that day.

Your voice on the other end of the phone. Calculated. Each pause exactly where it should be. Each word just where it belongs. Not a break less nor a sound more. As if you were reading from a script you’ve mastered over frequent recitals. Yet so fresh. As if the words were uttered for the very first time. Like the laughter of a newborn. Unheard of. Like the tray after tray and batch after batch of muffins you would bake when things seemed squally in your head. Each one perfect but not same as another.
As opposed to what?
Someone called me. The smell of jasmine in a bottle carelessly left uncapped in the wind, Wafting without a direction. The last drop of juice left inside the carton, struggling to be let out but never trying hard enough. The two words stitched on to the end of a sentence, not necessary but changing the meaning irreversibly.
Not a perfect match. But not half bad either. If we ever spoke of such matters you’d laugh it off with the same words each time. “Your father has a lot money and I, a decent brain. Think of things we can do with that. Could a match get any more perfect?” Gullible as I am, I would accept that you loved me for my father’s fortune, albeit momentarily.

And today, you changed my mind again. The ease with which I expected this transition turned to be a struggle. An unbearable, excruciatingly painful process.

Something on the television, as I aimlessly flicked its channels, reminded me of that song you used to sing to me on the phone. But the song did not start playing in my head. I could not even remember the lyrics. Or what the song was about. Was it a sad song? But why would you sing a sad song to me? When I could not hear you singing it into my ears, my fingers started shaking. This could not be. I panicked. How could I forget your voice? How could I not imagine you singing to me instantaneously, at will? A few hours and a lot of struggle later I found the original song on the internet. I heard the entire track for the very first time. And it just did not sound right. You were supposed to be singing it. Not with all those fancy instruments playing in the background. Only the bleak sound of your guitar streaming in through the phone. And your voice. Your voice. You. And you singing every single word like you meant it. You made it seem that the song was written by you for me and could never be sung to another. But here he was. This strange man singing your song, our song, to the entire world. It is just not right.
I can bear standing alone in the rain. Wet from head to toe.
I can suffer cold winter nights and live through gloomy autumn afternoons. Alone and suffocating myself in your essence.
But this. This I am not far enough to brave.
Not today. Not tomorrow. Not the day after. Or the week, month, year after that. Never.

What else can I do?
I need you to be with me. And years of waiting tell me that you just wont come back.
I pull the trigger and wait till you bleed from me.