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You are viewing the most recent 35 entries July 23rd, 2008locks @ 01:48 pm: Yet another meme... and why? B'cos I want to write, that's why!
 1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? I borrow my name from my paternal grandmother. Half her name, to be precise. Also, half of my Mom's name. Guess those are places my name came from. 2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? Yesterday. 3 DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? Sometimes, I do. 4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? I don't eat meat. 5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? No 6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I cannot say because it depends on the other person I am, right? 7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? Hardly ever... I am not a fan of it, for sure. 8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? Absolutely do. 9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? Not if I have an option. 10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL? The Kashi brand at P's home, love it!. 11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? I guess so... been a while since I wore shoes. 12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? I know that I am... and more than I know. 13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM? The Naepolitan (did I spell that right?) from Breyer's. 14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? Hmmm, depends. On what, I don't know... Hair, eyebrows, eyes... 15. RED OR PINK? Pink 16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? My nose, maybe? 17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? It used to be Geetu for the longest time. 18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? Not everyone... :) 19. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? Black capris, bare foot. 20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? A couple of pieces of Chocolove's Chilies and Cherries in Dark Chocolate... totally recommended. 21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? Sound of the keys clacking on the keyboard. 22. IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE? Orange 23. FAVORITE SMELLS? scent of freshly washed clothes, Mummy, Daddy, Pinch. 24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Nandakumar 25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Well, no one sent it to me. I picked it from a friend's blog. 26. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Soccer, no question about it. 27. HAIR COLOR? Black 28. EYE COLOR? Black 29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? No 30. FAVORITE FOOD? Chaat from Gokul Sweets 31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy Endings 32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? Part of Manichithrathaazhu 33. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? Yellow-Blue 34. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer 35. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs 36. FAVORITE DESSERT? Dry fruit barfi. 37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? I wonder... no one seems to read my blog these days... sigh. 38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Same as above. 39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? None at the moment. 40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? Don't have a mousepad. 41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Don't remember... must have been something utterly forgettable. 42. FAVORITE SOUND? Sound of Silence. 43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? Beatles 44. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Montreal, Canada. 45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? So many that I am yet to discover... :) 46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Bombay 47. WHOSE ANSWERS ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO GETTING BACK? ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) 99kanitas, invisibelle, gleefulfreak and any others who would care to do this one... :) Current Mood:  blah locks @ 01:43 pm: From the Prophet...
This seemed so relevant to my last post that I couldn't resist posting it here... Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, Master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
nonstop_janice @ 08:32 pm: Who am I?
 I am a person, a being... a manifestation of the consciousness in matter... That is what I am. I have no caste, race or identity that you dont. Let me create my own identity and dont typefy me based on what I look or where I come from. Because I am me! and I am not a stereotype.
suku @ 04:23 pm: The weary traveler returns
 EnglandIsle Of Wight Portsmouth London Bath Stonehenge (Twice) Ipswich Liverpool Manchester Birmingham York Lake District Stratford-Upon-Avon Oxford Cambridge Windsor North WalesWrexham ScotlandEdinburugh Glasgow Inverness Fort William Mallaig IrelandBelfast Derry Enniskillen Sligo Donegal You bet, I've traveled. Current Mood:  tired , list, travel
crabbycool @ 03:13 pm: A most unfortunate meme post.
 We’re having a horrible day at office. Horrible. And there’s not much we can do except laugh about it. So that’s what we’re doing instead of working. Anyways, here is a meme. pratibha75 is tagged, of course. ---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- ----------------------------- - What is the very first song you remember?
- What is the very last song you heard?
- Name one song whose lyrics are close to your heart.
- What are some of your favorite lyrics? (either from song you name above or otherwise)
- Name one song whose video you like.
- Name one song which paints a picture in your mind.
- Name one song you dislike intensely.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- My answers: What is the very first song you remember?Vande Mataram, playing every morning on radio. I didn't know it was called Vande Mataram, though :-) What is the very last song you heard?Song from Hu Tu Tu on TV. Name one song whose lyrics are close to your heart.The Shins/ Girl on the wing. What are some of your favorite lyrics? (either from song you name above or otherwise)"Shake it, Sh Shake it, Shake it like a polaroid picture." :-| Name one song whose video you like.I don't like music videos. Name one song which paints a picture in your mind.Bob Dylan/ Shelter from the Storm. Name one song you dislike intensely.Madonna's version of American Pie. Current Mood:  bored , meme
anupma @ 05:36 pm: I See
 Look up from the screen and describe what you see.
I see a sea of heads, faces hidden behind their computer screens. Up close, I see an empty water bottle, a tiny Yoda figurine, a visitor’s pass, a Starbucks coffee mug, a red and black pen, a yellow A4 size notebook, my Motorola phone, a tin of Impact mints.
Can you tell I am bored? Tags: meme
redobsession @ 05:13 pm: For LOLs, and LOLs.
 You MUST watch this video. Please. You will love me for it! Seriously! I just watched it on You Tube with Premshree watching it simultaneously in Bangalore, and we were too awestruck by the sheer stupidity and funny-ness of this piece of ingenuity and randomness. The captions are especially Killer! I wouldn't waste your time online, really. Ok fine. Here's a hint: It's got Natalie Portman, Bollywood, Devendra Barnhart, crazy captions, and LOTS of funnyness in it. (Psst: Natalie's dating Barnhart, for now, i.e.) Current Mood:  giggly Current Music: Carmensita , celeb, celebrity, funny, natalie portman, video, you tube
rfc9000 @ 02:53 am: a sed script for tetris
 http://uuner.doslash.org/forfun/sedtris.sedhttp://uuner.doslash.org/forfun/sedtris.shwow! I remember a few years back I saw someone write Conway's game of life in postscript. This is even cooler.. Current Mood:  impressed solzaire @ 11:40 am: Old friends, frequent flying, new eating joints
 < flame-bait > freegeek and chetanv are getting old. They thought I was actually sitting in my study when I thought that up! < / flame-bait > I'd like to know where all I have a study to myself. Visited a couple of very good (expensive but great food) places in the last couple of weeks: 1. Shalom, GK1 N block, serves good Mediterranean food and has a great bar stock (I just had me my Kir Royales). We had good Lamb Tagine, some seafood starters, and grilled fish. 2. Manre, Saket, is a very new French fine dining joint in the MGF mall adjacent to Select Citywalk. Some dishes are very expensive (even 1.5k+ for the steak, salmon, etc.) but the 1k 3-course meal is very good. I had a Mezze platter, sea bass, and Star Anise ice-cream, while the wife had an interesting fusion Lasagne Rendang. The decor is very nice, spacious, and the massive bar is quite nicely designed. A bold experiment for butter-chicken Delhi - let us see if the Kitty parties move out and fine dining actually kicks in. The best restaurant restroom I have seen in India till today by the way. In other news, I somehow magically qualified to my first elite-level on a Oneworld airline. Result of registering for a promo told to me by a real frequent flier I guess. Current Mood:  amused , food, frequent flier, friends, oneworld, sarcasm, sigfood
July 22nd, 2008bluesmoon @ 10:43 am: Travels - updated
 Here's the new US travel map:  visited 10 states (20%) Create your own visited map of The United States. It's strange that I live on the west coast, but I've travelled more on the east. bluesmuse and I visited Jackson, New Hampshire over the weekend. It's a beautiful place with mountains, rivers, lakes and waterfalls all over the place. We'd have liked to do a lot more, but there was a thunderstorm all of Sunday, which made hiking a little dangerous. I'd booked a car at AVIS - a sub-compact to be picked up at Boston airport. They had only one sub-compact left when I showed up. This one: Yeah, it was fun driving it around the mountains. Anyway, I reached Toronto at around 15:15 yesterday, and took public transport to get to the office in downtown Toronto. Right on the harbourfront. I don't have my own pictures up yet, but it's the building right in front in this pic. I'm off to Ottawa this afternoon, and will be speaking at Linux Symposium on Friday and Saturday. Oh, and I hate how twitterfox keeps grabbing focus away from my browser and never returns it. Tags: boston, jackson, new hampshire, ottawa, toronto, travel
diffdrummer @ 10:42 pm: Deep Sea Fishing in Alaska
 If you could visit only one place in Alaska I'd suggest Homer in summer. It is not the guide-book or the celluloid Alaska that many are familiar with or expect to see. It is not noted for its In-to-the-Wild hostile tundra that would coldly snuff out McCandlesses. It is too warm for polar bears except those made in China and found in curio shops. It doesn't have enough magnetism to charm some Aurora Borealis(s) it's way. A winsome little fishing town pointing its geographical finger into the waters of Kachemak Bay, the only claim Homer makes is as 'the halibut fishing capital of the world'. I have been smitten with Homer ever since I visited the first time. Please click here to read an account of the trip we made in 2004, serves as a good Homer primer if you are interested. Last weekend we ticked off one of the must-do-Alaskan things, fishing for Halibut in the high seas. Before you dismiss it as 'Bah, fishing!' let me tell you I am not a fishing enthusiast either. I have fished for salmon before and didn't find much pleasure in donning the waders and communing with a fishing rod for the better part of the day with zero results. Unless there is a salmon run(which is like Kumb Mela or the Carnival in Rio of the salmon kind) there is no guarantee that the rare masochistic salmon will choose your novice rod to impale itself upon. Unlike that, halibut fishing is a highly rewarding experience, it looks like no one returns empty handed from a halibut charter. If you have a heart strong enough to handle a few dead fish and bandwidth to justify your bravado, 
Deckhand Tim readying the rod and the hook.( Meet the keepers Davy Jones' Locker )Tags: alaska, halibut, homer
fugney @ 11:42 am: Seeking a few opinions
 I'm reading Stephen Ambrose's The men who built the Transcontinental Railroad. A few pages in, I came across this: "It could not have been done without the workers. Whether they came from Ireland or China or Germany or England or Central America or Africa or elsewhere, they were all Americans." Now, my question is: should I continue reading this book? The rest of what I've read also has a similar tone. There is something about patriotism in history books that scares me. I do not expect objectivity from people who pander to nationalistic sentiments. dubaiwalla and I were having this conversation other day about homophobia. I'd like to ask you all a few questions, especially the queer people reading this: 1) Do you, when you first come across a person, assume them to be heterosexual? D said this was a pretty valid assumption, since most people *are* het ( Edit: Of course, like me, he sees no reason to make any assumptions in the first place) 2) Do you think it's homophobic to *assume* that a person is het? I do, but I think it's the mildest, most innocent form of residual homophobia. But I think it's homophobia nonetheless. Edit: After arguing with rparvaaz over this, I think now that it isn't homophobic, but is usually the result of the residue of a once-homophobic-frame-of-mind. That is to say, a habit acquired when one *was* homophobic. "Residual homophobia", if you will. (This reminds me of some science fiction I wrote, set in a future where it was customary to ask people if they liked boys or girls) Tags: history, homophobia, patriotism
pratibha75 @ 10:13 am:
 Life is beautiful when you get to work and have a parcel waiting to be opened. You dont wait till you get back home, rip open the packing and admire the smooth bottle inside the package. Sniff the fragrance and its heavenly. What makes it better is when you get a gift despite the fact that it is *not* your birthday! I love such days. Thanks a ton teemus for making my day! *** Watched The Dark Knight over the weekend. Totally loved the movie and Christian Bale. Will watch it again this week. *** Reading has taken a backseat.Need to complete the latest Percy Jackson book. Current Mood:  happy Current Music: Tusk - Fleetwood Mac July 21st, 2008redobsession @ 11:01 pm: The Sunshine Girl
 Current Mood:  cheerful , friends, new land, pics, pictures, sunshine girl
rechristened @ 07:10 pm:
Shahid Kapoor in Kismet Konnection reminded me so much of Shahrukh Khan.
Disappointing movie.
dianaparadise @ 05:01 pm: It's been a while
 Since I last posted so I decided to type anything that came to mind. Since my last post I am happy to say that the trunk of the breadfruit tree that dad had replanted has started sprouting new shoots:o) Erika started play school on the 16th of June and now over a month later I can safely say she is enjoying it. She was ok from day one itself and never cried once when I was dropping her off. Since school starts at 9.00am I am forced to wake up at 7.00am myself and start my day early, some days it works some days it doesn't. rocknromuald and I went to see 'Hancock' last week, I loved the movie. Saw 'Air Buddies' at home today. I had actually brought it for Erika to watch but she was happy with watching bits here and there. It was a very sweet movie though. The travel bug has bitten and so next week Erika and I are off to Pune to spend some time with my cousin who is down from Canada. I am really looking forward to this trip. As many of my fellow LJers may already know I finally signed up for Facebook. I am proud to say that I am not addicted. I managed to go swimming twice last week and by swimming I mean serious laps. The only problem is that there is no pool near home that I can access and so have to go two suburbs away to the gymkhana where my cousin is a member to use the pool. If I can manage to swim three times a week for an hour each time it should be worth it. I am not as out of practice as I thought I was and am building up my stamina pretty fast. Also been busy with my freelance environmental awareness work and am glad to have something to keep the gray cells active. I work with a small NGO and I design awareness projects for schools. Enough happening in life to keep it interesting...... Current Mood:  thoughtful vaguelyalive @ 04:11 pm:
 My brother just made an observation: "You flirt with guys by trying to gross them out or by trying to impress them with some weird fun facts/I-am-perfect-and-saving-the-world-l ike-Ms.India-thing. Or you'll just try to be badass." Oh, oh, he saw me typing this up- Brother: "OMG DON'T POST IT." Me: "Why?" Brother: "Because you're fake badass online all the time and they'll think you're hitting on them now." Me: *Cannot. Stop. Laughing* Brother: I'm just trying to PROTECT YOU from SEXUAL PREDATORS. Me: LOL LOL LOL Brother: IT IS NOT FUNNY. I'm almost tearing up with laughter; my tummy hurts. Also, he still doesn't get why this is funny and just hugged me worriedly and said, "I wasn't being mean, okay?" Current Mood:  LMAO Current Music: The Party by The Justice feat. Uffie fugney @ 03:36 pm: Ummm... some links
The week reports on: How reservation for Gujjars may be illegal. Pana Chand Jain, a retired judge of the Rajasthan High Court, says it is illegal to create such special categories and that there is no provision, in the Constitution, for reservations on economic basis. "It is a meaningless attempt to play cynical electoral politics," says Jain. We are so fucked Proof that terrorism really does know no religion: Hindu terrorists. And I'm not talking about riot veto this time. A small bomb explosion at a theatre enacting an irreverent and allegedly blasphemous play, and an attack on a newspaper editor show that people, who owe allegiance to certain ideologies, cannot digest criticism or dissent.The bomb went off and injured seven people at the parking area of Gadkari Rangayatan theatre in Thane, minutes before the play Amhi Pachpute (We, The Pachputes) began on June 4. A few days earlier, a bomb had been defused at Navi Mumbai's Vishnudas Bhave theatre, where the same play was being staged.
Apparently, some of these wankers had a problem with Ashutosh Gowarikar's Jodha-Akbar as well.
ATS officers said these groups were behind a small explosion on February 20 in a Panvel theatre that was showing Jodhaa Akbar, which they believed glorified the Mughal emperorThat's funny, because my history textbook also glorified the emperor. Hope for environmentalism in India: earlier this month, a minister was arrested for hunting an endangered animal. I have been too cynical. The Outlook takes a look at the fight over the medium of instruction in schools in Karnataka. Earlier this month, the high court ruled that children may be taught in English in Karnataka, as long as the schools in question were not run or aided by the government. dubaiwalla thought this was a positive development, but here's some food for thought: there are only about 2000 schools that are unaided at the moment while there are nearly 56,000 either aided or government schoolsI'll say three things. First, it is important that children, at a young age, be taught in a language that they are familiar with. So, I don't think it is a good idea that children be suddenly immersed in (what is to most children in India) the alien language of English. They should be *taught* English from an early age, but not taught *in* English until they are ready. Second: in India, it is also important that *all* children be made as competent at English as is possible. They must *all*, at as early an age as possible, switch over to English-medium. The price of not doing this is quality higher education, which in India, is all in English. Third: you cannot "preserve culture and heritage" by teaching children trignometry or Darwin's theory in Kannada. It would make much more sense to try and familiarise them with vernacular poetry and literature. Even something as simple as making them read Kannada newspapers (or even making them watch the news in Kannada) would have, at least, the benefit of improving their Kannada vocabulary greatly. *That* is the way to preserve a language. Teaching them *in* Kannada just gives them esoteric knowledge (how do you say "hypotenuse" in Kannada?) that they will forget soon after, anyway. Links from India today: The CPM wants India to cut military ties with Israel. Why? I don't know. I cannot comprehend their foreign policy, except that they have some kind of (politically, you have to admit) irrational hatred of the USA. Poltical ballroom dancing in Tamil Nadu: last month, the Union Health minister's party (PMK) was kicked out of the ruling alliance in TN. Now, they may be rushing into Jayalalitha's arms. But Karunanidhi's hackles were raised after PMK President G.K. Mani recently went to Ooty to meet AIADMK General Secretary J. Jayalalitha who was holidaying in her Kodanadu estate.
Meanwhile, another party might leave Amma to form an alliance with the DMK. Sources say that the DMK has eased the PMK out of the alliance only to avoid actor Vijayakanth's DMDK joining the AIADMK alliance. Vijaykanth's party, which has been splitting the AIADMK vote bank in the last assembly elections, civic polls and the assembly by-elections in Madurai, is seen as a small but sure threat to both the DMK and the AIADMK. Karunanidhi's calculation was that if the PMK, Vijayakanth's arch rival, goes to the AIADMK, the actor-turned-politician has either to come to the DMK front or contest the elections alone. However, Vijayakanth is very clear that his party would go it alone in the elections. "I will be next chief minister of the state," he keeps repeating at his public meetings.
This is funny, because it's a bit like what the Congress and the BJP do with the DMK and the AIADMK - swap partners when it is politically convenient. Tags: cpm, environmentalism, gujjar reservation, hindu terrorists, indo-israeli ties, jodha-akbar, kannada medium schools, tamil nadu politics
amruta @ 03:59 pm: poem
 After lovemaking there is that texture in the air like moisture, but dry. ineffable, untouchable. it's a knowingness tinged with sorrow because the moment has already passed already a memory already you have forgotten the feel of her hair the fingertips on your skin the strange scar above his right ankle. already you have forgotten what his lips taste like already you know that one day you will look back and wonder what his lips tasted like whether they tasted like anything at all because, you see, memories lie. Lovers who know this are feverish, always. Groping, feeling, holding on to each other's skin, hair, tongues, eyes, calves, constructing the memory while creating it. So that texture hanging in the air right after lovemaking even, sometimes, during, is nostalgia.
vaguelyalive @ 03:40 pm:
 Dear Rain, God, you can be such an annoying little bitch sometimes. I adore you, utterly adore you, but when you do things like pretend you're going to pour so I run out into the balcony to get the clothes in, and then you stop drizzling the moment I get the last pair of trousers in....that's just cold, baby. It hurts me so. Why you gotta be like that? I thought we had something special and then you resort to games like these and it's just- I don't know how much more of this I can take, okay? Oh. OH. FINE. You wanna be that way? You wanna be all passive aggressive and start pouring and raging right after I'm done telling you exactly how I feel, opening myself up to you? Fine. It's over! IT'S OVER YOU HEAR ME? I'm going over to my friend's place and I'll be by later to pick up my stuff. When you're at work. Die in a fire*, Sushmita *Unintentional, I SWEAR Current Mood:  blank Current Music: I Want To by Wicked Beat Sound System the_little_sasi @ 01:18 pm: Pentagon!
 Pentagon
I have five corners; they are my outlets to the world. Each feel they represent me the best, Understand the best in me and nurture for the rest. Little do they know me, for what I stood. “Times have changed and so we must change” I hear them repeat, everytime they meet. When you lose your core values, do they know, that we cease to exist? Perhaps nothing matters any more; in a world that is after fame and money. The route matters not, just the end; My hard-earned respect dies at the end.
The corners are so funny, in many a colour; “so colourful” you could perhaps say, “so ugly” the combination looks to me. Some have no corner, bending with every breeze; Some are so full of holes, hardly a corner! I feel tired, hopes dried up as rivers in summer; Years I have waited, my eyes are swollen. Will there be a corner that I can love with my heart, that truly understands me and my broken heart? Update: The "I" here is not the little sasi, and actually not any person -- living or dead. It is a personification.
rechristened @ 01:16 pm: On YAHOO! Answers
Do you ever notice that when you're driving, anyone going slower than you is an idiot and everyone driving faster than you is a maniac?
anupma @ 12:35 pm: News Bites
Yesterday was a good Sunday, which was superbly welcome after the terrible Saturday (we clean on Saturday.) A couple of friends, who are also a couple, surprised the husband by dropping in. From India. Awesome. Merriment ensued. Now that I finally have a girl to walk around with in this shopping heaven, I must get down to doing all things girlie. We shall begin with a manicure; while I get tiny stars painted on my nails, she is opting for fish. In other news, I tried octopus yesterday. Cannot say I am a fan or even close but well, it is now on records that it has been done. Now I meet another friend, who is red and has newly arrived in the seafood land, for lunch. What’s more, she is here to stay. Happiness. Tags: daily events, friends
July 20th, 2008vandyvandana @ 11:47 pm:
 Sometimes, one feels a strong urge to talk to someone...anyone...about anything. I'm going through one such urge and at such a wrong time when most of my frenz arent available. One is somewhere in Milan and her phone seems to be acting funny. One is happily sleeping in Infosys campus in Mysore. One's phone has given up on him and refuses to let it's keypad work....and the one i always called during such urges or whenever, i dont think he would really want to be all ears now. At such times, icing to the cake would be, the radio playing the saddest songs i've ever heard.
parag @ 06:58 am: Star trails
  First attempt at capturing star trails by stitching multiple images instead of one long exposure. Seems to work better. This is composite of about 20 minutes of images in the Northern sky. Pole star is quite obvious. Some day, I'll have a few hours of star trails in one image. Click below to see a bigger photo.
radhika74 @ 12:29 pm:
 Saw''Jaane tu..ya jaane na'' sometime last week. Most of you must have seen it too, if its 'blockbuster' status is anything to go by. Not a bad film, though I had higher expectations from Mr. Tyrewala. Remember reading a review on LJ, think it was by Madhav..and I agreed with most of what he had say..specially about the group of friends being insipid. Would add 'very' before his 'insipid' though. It just didn't work for me, the group! The film also set me thinking about something else. I'm a bit tired of the recurring theme ''We thought we were just best friends, but guess what? It was love!'' We have made the journey from 'When Harry met Sally' to 'Made of honour' and we continue to come up with the same startling 'LOVE!!' conclusion. It's like it just isn't possible for two people of the opposite sex to be incredibly connected..and spared by cupid. I object to the ''just'' friends tag..it's like implying that friendship inherently lacks depth of feeling. I personally feel that friendship can sometimes be more layered, more complex, more meaningful than the rather one-dimensional aspect of a romantic relationship. Am all for the celebration of love at the movies...only wish someone would think of exploring the non-romantic kind.
locks @ 12:08 am: Ten lovely years to this day!
It was in July 1998 that we thought... no, decided that it'd be good to stick together. For films, coffee, book buying jaunts and stuff. Coffee is not a shared favorite any more (although I still enjoy it), films had to be of a certain calibre back then (and now as well except that the standard has shifted 180 degrees) and books... let's just say that our tastes in EVERYTHING have shifted dramatically... but the best part is that it has shifted together - we are still in sync, in rhythm, singing the same song after all these years (No, we don't have a song yet). It feels like forever - the comfort, the ease, the snugness and yet it is ever new - Punarnava. Update: Thanks for all the blessings and wishes... !
July 19th, 2008vaguelyalive @ 08:03 pm: Hopefully, this won't jinx it.
 I like how happy/content I am right now. I'm smiling (or smirking, at the very least) all the time and I realised today that I've been singing/humming a lot in the last few days. My brother is incredibly happy with this trend, and is doing a fair bit of positive reinforcement("You look so happy and pretty!", "I love Non-emo, non-cutting* Sushmita!"). I sang in the shower today after what seems like quite a while. I might have been humming or saying the words, but today I belted it out. I'm sure every flat that shares the air vent that my bathroom window opens into (this is stupid construction, imo) heard me. Oh, well. I think the silly happiness has come from actually working for a solid month- doing something constructive, tangible and being told that I'm productive, that I can do excellent work. Sweatpantsing has its merits (MAINLY THE SWEATPANTS AHAHAOKAY), but clearly working is important for my self-esteem. I realise that this is a pretty obvious observation to make, but...yeah. WORK=GOOD. I'm hoping I continue to feel upbeat and confident and just, cheerful, since I like this version of me. I like that I'm not depressed. I like that I'm not wallowing around feeling all self-loathing and petty. (Brother: "No. NO. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GO BACK! You will remain cheerful! I will make you remain cheerful!") *I don't cut myself, fyi. This is how he refers to meh-me or when I've listened to hours and hours of depressing, emo music. This is a bit of Post of Posterity. So that if I do slip back into feeling useless and blue, I can look back and go, "NO MORE EVIL DEPRESSION! I AM A HAPPY...PANCAKE, SO FUCK YOU!" I realise how lame, and self-help-y, Oprah-esque it sounds, so you can go ahead and laugh. :DCurrent Mood:  content Current Music: My Moon, My Man by Feist bohemebelle @ 07:47 pm:
 Hi anyone thinks street sexual harassment is under rated. That not much is being said about . Hardly anything is done about it. Are we keeping 'our' women at home. I want to look at a movement as a part of my course work. I was hoping that i find a movement that talks about street sexual harassment. The tragedy is i havent found any such movement. Why is no one fighting that which plagues our every day reality. I remember doing a workshop with Pukar on Gender and Space, ended up writing essays, articles and reviews. But where is it today. What can i do differently because of it. Yes i can fight it when it happens, and atleast partially this is due to that workshop , but why is it not pushing for safer public spaces for women. Why do things related women's safety die down so soon. Why do they become a forum to merely voice real life incidents (not to say this is not important), why don't they do something, anything at all. Have we completely lost faith in legislation and State. Currently living in Pune and hate being the migrant woman there. There is no public transport, rickshaw service is a nightmare and the police are extremely callous, refusing to file a case even. I remember discussing this in class, and each of my classmate had incidents after incidents to narrate about how students are penalised for being students. Non- puneites (read non- brahmin looking people) are treated as parasites almost. Its thoroughly disgusting. Ofcourse you are asking for it if you are out at 8 or 9 or 10 , look like a non-brahmin girl . Do people here think that when women blog , they blog differently. Say different things, make their blogs look different. Is their identity as women important, or is it portrayed to be so . All ideas , agreements , disagreements are desperately needed as i want to do a thesis on women blogging, largely looking at the act of writing and women. Want to extend my previous essay on Indira Gandhi , autobiographies of women, the politics of it.
amruta @ 01:44 pm: Why write when one feels well?
An article I read a few days ago (very interesting, btw) ended like this: It is a sign of his relative peace of mind that Mr. Nolot, for now, is not working on anything new. “I feel too well,” he said. “Why write when one feels well?” It hit me, because I always thought that. I mean, I am like that. I've felt well for so long, I've stopped wanting to write, other than to record my experiences. He made everything that was rushing past me, mowing me down, come to a standstill. And I liked that. I just wanted to be. ...But now? Suddenly, I'm on my own again. From time to time, I don't feel well. And then I want to write. I want to write about how beautiful Turkey is and what an interesting culture they have. I want to write about my dreams that have become so vivid, and those memories that have gained a pale, exquisite, transient hue in my mind. I want to write about reading, and not being able to read for a while, and getting back to it again. I want to write about how I learned to fill up my days again. I want to write about how I've been sick to the point of despair. I want to write about the boredom that envelops me from time to time, and about the sense of purpose that immediately, and uncharacteristically follows. I want to write about how grown-up I've begun to feel in the last month, how I suddenly have a mature view of what relationships are like, and how I don't necessarily or always like it. I want to write about the movies I've seen, about hanging out with my friends who are suddenly disappearing from my field of vision, noiselessly. I want to write about job interviews, and gaining confidence within a few days. I want to write about loving him, and continuing to love him, and loving it. I want to write about the people I've met, the books I've seen, the movies I've watched, the conversations I've had. I want to write about regaining friendships, about going back to some things. I want to write about being apprehensive, but being ok with it, though not all the times. I want to write about suddenly coming to terms with the value of money in providing for my lifestyle. I want to write about crying inconsolably, but never getting too depressed. I want to write about being able to be by myself, but not really knowing who I am. I want to write about being overwhelmed by the idea of finding out. I want to write about being so thankful that my life has been this wonderful this far. I want to write about being happy, and learning to be happy, and being ok with being sad sometimes. I want to write about how I feel so different from me five years ago. I want to write about wanting to write. I want to write about how beautiful he is. But you know what? I feel too well :) Current Mood:  calm Current Music: kahin to hogi - jaane tu ya jaane na nonstop_janice @ 01:21 pm:
My convocation is TODAY!! No idea what to wear.. But I am so excited about walking into College again. Totally miss it.. :)
July 18th, 2008locks @ 10:17 am: A Character Sketch of Nimmi
Nimmi was a beautiful woman. She was well aware of the secret attraction that Maqbool nursed for her. Who knows what spurred her to stoke those flames? Maybe she was just relishing the control she wielded over the helpless man. Maybe she was tired of the power she derived from being Abbaji's mistress and now craved for passion, in addition. So she taunted Maqbool, goaded him into dreaming forbidden dreams, nursed passions and ambitions within him that were hitherto hidden from everyone... She knew her allure and used it well. But she was not one to settle for mere passion, was she? She craved the feeling of being in control... and so she gradually got Maqbool to do what he would not have imagined even in his wildest dreams. As for Miyan, he didn't have much of a chance. Blood was on his hands and Nimmi was only the messenger. If not her, some one else would have guided him down the path of murder and guilt. If only his spirit was stronger, if only he had a clear vision of himself and others, if only he could rise above his common cravings and aversions... Maqbool would have been a different tale. Maybe a tad bland, a little dull, bereft of the color of blood and passion... but it would have been the story of a man who conquered his little self and merged with Infinity. [J got a DVD of the film home. Although I don't enjoy watching the film, I cannot deny its awesomeness. Excellent attention to detail, fabulous adaptation (Priyan, go drown yourself - you give remakes a bad name!), taut dialogues, fantastic performances, amazing characterisations... and a fitting soundtrack. Vishal Bharadwaj is truly talented.]Current Mood:  impressed
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