Thursday, December 25, 2008

Monday, November 10, 2008

And all that's sitting by my side is an undrunk cup of tea...

Damn! Why the hell do I have these thoughts Right before two Humongous Tests?

Thursday, November 6, 2008

Hmph!

I detest People who wake up one morning and then decide suddenly that they know who I am and what I should do. Leave that to me, will you? I *hate* it when you encroach on my space. I think it's very very nagging and irritating.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

And round and round they went. In circles and in squares. On chimneytops and ceilings. On rooftops and under floorboards. Gosh, it must be really really hard being a cockroach.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Twisted Souls and fallen angels. I've been talking to them in my dreams. In my sleep. I was hoping you'd help me find a new direction. I feel like I'm sinking deeper and deeper into something I don't quite understand.

Don't stop breathing
.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

You.

The weather is definitely not what I want it to be like right now. And neither is my life. It's patchy and zigzag, with no continuity whatsoever. I was talking about the weather. And loves. I have decided to implement a new strategy. To try to be gentle. To not induce tears. To be a little more sensitive. To be a little less headstrong. To express my feelings Once in a while. And not on paper. Or a blog. I am scared. Very Very Scared. But to each his own. If disaster strikes, there's NOTHING I can do. And after all, we are tiny inconsequential specks in the universe. But trying to reason with myself when emotions come in is just..futile.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

#$^%

If life hands _ a lemon, _ will run away from the lemon and drink Gingerale Instead.

If Life hands * a lemon, * will make Orange Squash.

If Life hands # a lemon, # will make lemonade, admire the lemon peel, squirt some of the juice in some unsuspecting soul's eye, make lewd remarks and compare the lemon to certain body parts.

If Life Hands ^ a Lemon, ^ will say, but but but...where's the Broccoli?

If Life Hands () a Lemon, () will never let the Lemon go.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

Of blogging and erm Blogging!!!

Maharana Sandeep of Jodhpur Park (rechristened Sir Sandeep because he was knighted after becoming my follower... eeheeheehahaha!) has asked me to blog here. While I cannot say bye bye to this blog (hey! I love blogger!), I will religiously be writing on the aforementioned blog. So please be dears and check out that blog. And leave comments DO DO! :D

Sunday, September 21, 2008

I'm hoping the Kaleidoscope of inglorious moments will all make sense in the end.
what?

Saturday, September 20, 2008

For some very strange reason, my head is in the clouds now. It's October and I'm really looking forward to December, because then my dreams will actually have a chance of playing themselves out. But for now, I feel as pleased as Judy ( why should Punch always get all the credit?) I hope this feeling lasts for some time to come. :)

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Bumblebee Fetish

My new fetish is The Bumblebee Fetish. It is much stronger than the Butterfly Fetish. The Bumblebee must be black with magenta wings. It may not be virtual and it maybe prone to virulent attacks of madness.
Here are the instances of two innocent bystanders who fell prey to my bumblebee obsession.
Innocent Bystander 1
what bumble bee?
me: any bumble bee. you have?
saptarshi: Not much i have been running out of supplies lately
00:45 specially the yellow ones with the black twirls, unno?
me: i want a black one with magenta swirls
saptarshi: magenta, did you say? Wait.00:46 me: yes
saptarshi: Now, in our times, i do remember my grandpa gifting me one of those on my 21st birthday.
me: ohh?
saptarshi: My graduation gift of sorts
But i havent seen one in a long long time now.00:47
me: i see
saptarshi: Sad. Really. The way things are going thses days.00:48
No magenta twirl bumble bee at awl!
me: can you look in the attic? maybe it's hidden away with the silverfish?
saptarshi: Oh no. My old bones wont let me. I would have been the kid climbing coconut trees if you had seen me back then, not now.
Oh no. :(
00:49 The silver fish is covered with black soots of silver suphide. Pollution.
00:50 (what a sad sad digression)
00:51 me: what a sordid observation!
but splendid contemplation :P
Innocent Bystander 2
why do you want a bumblebee?
me: i wanta black bumblebee with magenta swirls.
Bumblebee fetish
priyanka.kumar23: i thought it was butterflies?
me: now it's bumblebees.Butterflies make people happy
bumblebees make people feel crappy.after they're done with them
priyanka.kumar23: so you want a bumblebee?

me: so you see?
yes
priyanka.kumar23: which you can let fly at people

Ahh yes...I would very much like that.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Fever

In between crocin, thunderous outpourings of threatening rain, dirty muddy feet, concerned telephone calls,endless cups of ada cha, familial worries and steamy chicken soup, I realised that no matter how hard I try and wrestle with these silly frogs in my throat, they will always emerge victorious and I will be the vanguished. The croaking sounds are amusing and can provoke me to break into laughter. Only, the throat hurts too much. To look on the brighter side of things, I have a "grainy voice" now (a la Farhan Akhtar). Only I can't play a guitar and don't have such cool hair :(

In other news, I have two Followers. Rise, Sir Sandy and Sir Saptarshi. You have been knighted!

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Rainy Day Song

My friend Aamil told me today that the weather is making him feel exceptionally gloomy. I tried to cheer him up but when I sat down to think about it, I realised that I felt pretty much the same way. He sent me a song. A very familiar song.

"Hey jude, dont make it bad.
Take a sad song and make it better.
Remember to let her into your heart,
then you can start to make it better.
Hey jude, dont be afraid.
You were made to go out and get her.
The minute you let her under your skin,
then you begin to make it better. "

I've probably heard the song millions and billions of times before but I've never actually thought about the lyrics as much as I did today. This probably has a lot to do with the fact that I've been sheafing through old scrapbooks and looking at grease-covered pictures of my twelve year old self. It's amazing how age has made me shy away from excellence and perfection. How idealism has been replaced by cynicism.This city has become a city of fragmented dreams,once conjured and of desires,once desired with a pure heart.The invincible demeanour ,the indomitable spirit and the quench for perfection are mere shadows of the Christmas past.

I found a picture of me smiling. A goofy, wide mouthed grin. Standing next to me was the only boy that I have truly loved. The only perfect love.

Maybe, just maybe there's still time to take a sad song and make it better. That's what keeps me going. That glimmer of hope. That one day, I will strive for perfection...again.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbEIyKhi6_c

(this is a nice mellow cover)

Friday, September 5, 2008

My not-so-family and other not-so-likeable animals

I dislike crows. I know Ted Hughes waxed eloquent about them and Shuvaprasanna painted hoards and hoards of crow pictures after reading all those poems, but I dislike them. Maybe it's because for some strange reason, they're the ones expected to clean up after everyone's had a party. Or maybe I don't like them because I see those things in them that I don't want to see in myself. Or maybe because this is some kind of weird childhood trauma that is finally surfacing. I remember being hauled up for my illegible handwriting and the teacher saying "eta ki kager thang boger thang likheccho"

I feel like Matilda. I am fed up with the Miss Trunchbulls of the world. Some of them are tactless and supercilious enough get the "I'm big you're small " routine over with in a jiffy. Others actually make the effort of appearing magical. The green-golden dragons breathe fire down your throat and expect you to swallow it all without a word, all the time pretending that it's all being done for your benefit. Winged Culprits.

*DRUMROLL after rant*

Maybe, I'll like crows one day. Maybe even learn to love them. Or maybe I'll just invert the egg when it's sunny side down. Whatever :P

Saturday, August 30, 2008

The Kite Project





My friend Aradhana studies in Savannah, Georgia. As a student of art, she was come up with a Kite Project. Aradhana and her friend Shea played around with designs and were given complete creative freedom. "Most students in our class wanted to work with basic shapes and had very non objective designs," says Aradhana. " So we decided to paint on it and make it more abstract. We started work on it and were going to make a giant peacock feather. But we decided to take things a step further. If you look at the picture closely, you'll see that the picture is just one feather."
So is this abstract art? " Yes it is," she says "Abstract art is art that represents real objects and the kite is an abstraction of a peacock which is a real object."
What cool pics! Art School must be a tremendously fun place to be in!






"I often sit and wish that I Could be a kite up in the sky,And ride upon the wind and go Whichever way I chanced to blow."
author unknown.