Time for a change!

My new address -  http://socraticgypsygirl.wordpress.com/

I want to see what Worpress is all about.

Let's cross over, shall we?! :)

See you there!

I write. I sigh. I do it all over again.

I really thought I would have written more. Blogged more. But words fail me. At times I get too engrossed with the feeling of soaking it all in. Like a sponge. Just a few more weeks left. Time flew by. But I did watch it go by. Didn't just happen overnight...

It's a beautiful, quiet little city. Nuremberg.  It has a history that it quietly tells  through the cracks on the walls. Throught the rubble that you might still see lurking around, if you happen to get lucky. And by lucky, I mean, not to see the rubble but lucky enough to bear witness to a glimpse of the transformation that has taken place.

There are things. Things I'd want to take back home with me. I'd wanna take back the courtesy and the hospitality. Taking the beautiful architecture would be nice as well. And while I am at it, I think I wouldn't mind taking a few people back as well. Not for ever. Just for a little while. The artist who plays the saxophone every day in the inner city would be one of them. I seriously think I am either in love with him or that saxophone of his. I might also miss how this city made me feel so if I could, I would take a lot of that feeling and trap it in a jar and open it when I feel like.

It's piercing cold sometimes. The wind follows me on my way to work and back, like a good old friend. Even if the sun is out, it still remains faithful. It's kind of sweet in an annoying way.

They ask me if I am Türkish. A lot of people do, surprisingly. When I am buying something. Asking something or simply just standing there admiring something that I would love to buy but wont. Or even eating. One guy even took it for granted and went right ahead and started talking to me in Turkish. I had to slow him down and then in my broken German explain that I am from India. That takes a little while. I am still to speak it fluently. For some reason, at the right time and the right moment, my brain decides to fumble and stutter. Just enough to confuse the person in front. But I enjoy that as well. Their perplexed emotions make me chuckle. My stuttering however makes me feel like a tourist all over again.

The GPS is an amazing liitle thing. It takes me to all these new places. Kind of like my tour guide. Introduces me to them till I get to know them better. The empty streets. The busy streets. The alleys. The walks around the Castle. It takes me everywhere. Even when it's freezing outside, it manages to lure me and convince me that it's ok to be a little cold and shiver a little, just as long as it's worth it. And it is. Everytime...

x

This one's for music.

Today had to be a good day. I was calm and everything around me seemed to happen at just the right time. The magic is around me all over again. I can feel it all the more. I got up just a little late but I still wasn't late for work. Somehow managed to reach right on time. Found the spice shop.Yes!  Didn't forget to shop. Usually, I end up shopping for things that weren't on the list and mostly everything on the list but I always forget one or two things. Today, I didn't. Didn't drop anything either. And did not take awfully long to put things in my shopping bag after paying for them at the counter either. Usually, I do. And in between. I also drop a thing or two. My feet cringe when I can't put them in the bag fast enough. If that isn't enough, I also start talking to myself. I can almost hear the people in the queue screaming in their head. 

And for a change, it wasn't cold today. Ok now do not imagine a sunny picture in your head! Really, that would be pushing it. But. Let's just say that it was nice and not that freezing. And because it wasn't freezing, I decided to be brave today. I went ahead and looked for performers around the inner city on my way back from work. I found three artists. They weren't too far. Not in my way either. Soo, I did go out of my way to look for them. I did put in the hard work. So, it started with a 70-something frail looking man playing violin and he was just magic. The notes weren't perfect. I wont lie. But it was just touching. Something was different. Playing outside in -15 degrees celsius  is something that I do get awe inspired by. Coming back to his music, no one stopped by just to listen to him but as people passed by they did acknowledge him.



Yes, I know that you can hardly see him. But you see, I get conscious while I take pictures. Slowly, I shall get over the hesitation and next time carrying my digital camera would be a better idea, as well. So until I get better at taking photos shamelessly, you will have to put up with this.

Like I said, today was the day of good music. I was all happy and content with myself for having gone out of my way and enjoying a performance in the freezing cold weather outside for a good 20 minutes. But nu-uh! Something even better caught my attention. It was the Saxophone! That man  was simply amazing! I wish I had a better word. Somehow the word amazing sounds a little cheesy but it's not. I promise. The way he played it, I think I am in love with Saxophones. .

Yes, yes. I know! This one doesn't really count either but just deal with it. Okay? Ok, good! So yes, where was I? Aah, yes! The Saxophone! It isn't the easiest thing to play but when something sounds as good as a Saxophone does, it's worth the effort. 

And then as I thought I had enough good music for the evening, wrong I was! I came across a man in his twenties standing there and singing a song I had never heard before. It was in English though. As I slowly walked past him after taking this pic, I knew today was my lucky day. It was a scene out of a Hollywood movie! And this time, I was in the movie! Dramatic much? Yes, I know. I am. Proudly so. :)



Well, I am done for the night. I still have a lot to say but when you need to be in office at sharp nine, saying good night just about now would be the right thing to do.

x

Long overdue. From Germany

This post really should have been written two weeks ago.Don't ask me what happened. In fact, now that I am here and writing, I am actually wondering why this post also happens to be the first post for this year. Gahhh. Let's just blame the laziness for it, shall we?!

Soo, 2012 is here! Will this be the last year that mankind will witness? Nah. I don't think so.

Another year in the making and what a wonderful start to this year and this post, from Germany. The fascinating land of Germans is hard to describe in a few lines. In fact, I don't know how to. I am actually at a loss of words. Yes, this is how I am. Confused, mostly but somehow I find my way around things.

The first thing I noticed about this place, as soon as I got out of the airport was how freaking cold it was. I am still trying to get used to the layers and layers of clothes. But I like it. A welcome change from the humid and tropical weather. I am so glad that it ain't humid. 

It is such a visual treat everyday. The place has amazing architecture. Sometimes I just stand there and admire how beautiful the buildings and the churches are.

This is a picture of a church that happens to be on my way to work. I love the art that I am surrounded by.
More than that, I love how all this architecture appears the way it does because a lot of it was reconstructed after World War 2. Oh and this tiny little city of Nürnberg happens to have about 30 museums! I have to and I soo need to visit each and every one of them.

I haven't really started travelling and going around that much but the list is ready! Excitement, I tell you! The weather happens to be so cold that the first opportunity I get, I sleep. Don't judge me. Come here and experience the -21 degrees and you'll know what I mean. But I try and absorb as much as I can when I get the opportunity to. :) Soon, it shall be in full swing!

Oh and I just have to mention this. The inner city is full of amazing artists. The saxophones and the violins just make me feel as if I am living my very own version of a fairy tale. I haven't had the guts to stand there and take a video of the performances.I really really want to. But I get conscious. I walk as slowly as I can, so that I hear as much as I can. Standing isn't the most comfortable choice. Trust me! For the chirpy, out-there person that I am, I never thought I would be hesitant. But turns out, I am. Will overcome it soon. The traveler in me, nudges me to!

No really, make it go away.

Make what go away? The sleep.
In fact, it's not the sleep that needs to go away, it's more of internet in general that I need to move away from.

I shouldn't be on the net. But, here I am.
I shouldn't be writing a blog post. But, here I am.

I feel a burning desire to post something. To say something. I don't get a feeling like that often these days..

Random thoughts coming and going. But then this happens more often than I think it does. My mind is a chaos. Its a mayhem up there. Sometimes there is so much going on that I actually cannot pick one thought and mull over it.It gets that difficult. There is always that one thought that manages to distract me..

A lot of thoughts running in my head as I type this very line. The battery is low. I just got a notification. That was the most recent thought. The next one? Err.. It isn't a very comforting one. I just woke up. At 12, at night. Yes, I am wierd like that. I wouldn't say its a good thing. But then, it is what it is.. I should be studying. No really, I should be. But something takes me away from the thought of opening the black and white photocopied notes or even looking at them rather. I miss the days where I would open a book just to feel the glossy paper, see the colors, read about "how it all began". Those days are gone mostly. Now, it's pretty much- do this, do that and done. No journey to travel, just a destination to reach. Sad, but true.

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I look up. My neck is a little cranky (from sleeping in the wrong posture. Yes, I am lazy like that) I am staring at the lady in the painting on the wall. Eiffel Tower is in the background. Her hair are swaying to the winds(  I would like to think that they are) She isn't looking up. She is looking down. Not in dismay though. She is just looking down. Posing in a rather lady-like manner, I would say. A very subtle one.  A long red dress( the soothing one) she is wearing. Very comfortable in her skin. Not too proud but at the same time she is not shy either...

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My yoga mat is staring at me. Either because it's telling me that I should be packing it away or I should be sitting on it and making use of it. I don't think it likes being treated as a "show-piece". But then you might argue with me that it doesn't feel anything; it's a thing. I would disapprove.

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I am hungry. The Kellogs Box is standing on my table, fancily. I love how I am being so candid about doing things at the wrong time. Almost as if I am trying to show off. I think I am. About what? I wish I knew.

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Met somebody today. Someone I know very little but still she happens to be there. A part of my life; in a very small way. She mentioned about how she spent the last week visiting a friend in Kerala. She went to attend her wedding. She also mentioned that she went with her boyfriend and spent time with him. She was a little shy to say that but nevertheless she did. I earned her trust, I guess. She went on to mention the little details of her trip. She almost chuckled at times but she was excited..There were times she would get a little conscious to say it out loud. She made sure no one else heard it straight. She didn't want to hide it but I don't think it was something she wanted to make public.
It made me sad; her story. Here was a woman (a working woman) who was doing what she wanted to. Pretty independent and fearless that way. And yet she was bound. That pinched me. I don't blame her but let me say no more.

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Looking outside the window, I see no stars. I see no moon. :(  I like to look at them. I can hear the faint synonymous sound of crickets. There is a slight breeze. The wind chime feels the presence of the winds too but doesn't feel the need to chime just as yet. There is a silence in the room yet it isn't quiet..

.. A song is playing.

... The path that I'm walkin', I must go alone
I must take the baby steps 'til I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay...

A lot happened just now.

Somebody is just getting out of bed.
A computer junkie just went to the kitchen and got himself a midnight snack
The little girl with red ribbon is now heading back home after a long day at school with countless stories to tell.
The girl with the white apron just spilled honey on the table instead of the pancakes
A dog  just fetched the newspaper
Somebody aced the SATs
A cigarette was lit.
He had a fight with her and left the room.
She(somebody else) was caught cheating, with her ex.
The new October issue of Vogue just got unpacked.
The temple bells were touched.
A painter put a final stroke on the piece that he had been working on for a year
Somebody got stranded in the middle of nowhere because the car broke down.
A kid got molested.
A girl was raped.
He went down on his knees and proposed to the love of his life.
An old man decided that he will not be taken for granted by his kids anymore.
A secretary quit her job because she got sick of the cliches that came with it.
A cut was made where it shouldn't have been; a medical negligence case was reported.
That girl in the black suit and black stilettos just had her first sip of coffee for the day
A red lipstick mark was left on the white china cup.
A cop just got shot in an encounter with the mobs.
A village girl decided that she didn't want her parents to decide who's good for her.
A high profile somebody made an anonymous donation.
A model finally accepted that its time to deal with her eating disorder.
A champagne bottle was popped.
Somebody overdosed
A child took his first step.
Somebody lost hope.
Somebody decided to give it his best just one more time.
Two teens made out behind the racks.
Somebody got their first salary.
A chef  burnt his dish.
A house burned down.
A 5 year old is crying because he found out that Santa doesn't exist.
A girl gave in to peer pressure.
A waitress licked the icing of a wedding cake.
Somebody won a lottery.
A girl bought her very first pointe shoes.
A guy spit out tobacco.
A tailor pricked himself with a needle.
An opera singer lost her voice.
Somebody got jealous.
A mother slapped her child.
A parrot was let loose.
Somebody is nervous backstage counting the seconds.
A burqa was worn.
The winds just blew up her pink skirt.
Somebody just yawned.
A tear was shed.
A candle was lit.

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Magic is not a fairy tale concept

Magic was spawned out of fairy tales but trust me when I say this- Magic is very, very much a part of this reality that we live in. I feel it. Not everyday. I wish I did. But when I do, life couldn't be better. I want time to freeze so I could continue feeling this way for the rest of my life. Everything around you has a story to tell and you just somehow have all the time in the world to listen to it.

Imagine this.
Life in slow motion. You walking on an empty road. Leaves swaying to the winds. The sweet, gentle sound of the breeze. The scent in the wind. The sun rays that shine on your face and make it sparkle. Make you sparkle. The greenery that surrounds you and tells you stories you have never heard before. Even the wind turning your hair into a chaos doesn't irk you one bit. You enjoy it. Almost as if the wind is playing your hair. It is the same 'ol but something is different. You don't know if its you or if its the world around you but something is different. This different doesn't make you feel uncomfortable, you don't feel like a stranger.You welcome it. With a smile on your face!

I felt this way today. I wasn't in the countryside of some exotic land abroad with sunflowers around me. I was very much here. Living in the same place that I was yesterday and I will tomorrow. Something changed. I don't know what. Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. I will let that be a mystery. I like mysteries. They make life appear larger than life.

Have you ever felt this way?

Well, if you haven't. You better start looking for it! And when you do, trust me you will understand what I mean when I say the word magic.!

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Lets call it the eatpraylove effect

So I am writing. After a pretty long time.

I had to capture what I am feeling right now. It was necessary. When you see the light. You gotta capture it. Doesnt matter if you keep it stays for ever or not.Whether you feel the same way ever again or not. But you gotta archive it. It is necessary.

I could say that I have just come back to type this post after travelling three countries.
Italy. India. Indonesia.
I happen to be living in one of them.Lucky me? I wonder.

I am feeling different right now. I always do when I just lose myself to something.It happened today again after a very long time. I am happy it came after a long time because I needed to miss this feeling. Just to know how it feels like to be without it. I needed to experience that as well.

I am sure tomorrow when I wake up and live another day something else will happen and I will feel another different emotion and this one will be gone. Maybe, I will be happy. Maybe, I will be moody. But I will be something and that is what matters.

Maybe I sound a little crazy right now because I feel I am  but its all good. Right?

So as the soundtracks of Eat Pray Love play in the background it makes me think and wonder what sort of background music would have played in my head while I had read the book if I had read it before watching the movie.Hmm

x

Matter much? To you. Of course!

So what exactly do you do when you see a kid by the traffic lights come and ask you for money?
My intelligent guess is that most of us don't even bother rolling the window down.
Nothing you can do about it.
I mean what could the poor you possibly do, anyway?

What do you do when you see  a "stop animal abuse" sign somewhere with a photo of an abused animal?
I think you say,"Ah nie man! Poor animal! Shame!"

Yeah, that's pretty much where it all starts and ends.

Its sad though. Not so? I mean, we can all go on discussing it, sharing it on FB, even feeling genuinely sorry for the wrongs that keep happening. BUT. Do we do something about it? Nah. Unless talking is doing.

But we must.

Take the case of Poaching Rhinos in South Africa.
Might not mean much to you. You might not even give a damn about it. But for the rhinos its pretty much a matter of life or death!
But oh wait. They cant speak so what the hell. Why should you care? Its not like the world is going to come to an end!
If only you knew that with an attitude like this, that day wont be far. We pretty much blame the government for things like these but uh- excuse me! The Government comes from where? We, the people.So I guess, we are just passing on the problem to somebody else so we can lay back and relax and go right back to thinking as if we are not a part of the bigger picture? Right. Got it.

Nobody is telling you to leave everything and submerge yourself in a cause. To whom it matters so much, they  are already pursuing it with all their might. All  that is expected of you is to support people like these. Turn up for their events. See what they have to say. Show your support if you see some soul in it; if you think its worth it.  A few hours away from what you normally do won't turn your life upside down. What it might just do is save an innocent life!

Come away with me.

So I am sitting in the lab and there is nothing to do. Nothing new about that. Most of our labs happen to this way. They always have been.

I am bored and I feel like yapping so voila! Here I am.

I just happened to read an article on shopaholic tendencies. I wonder if I have them. I think I do but not the cliched ones. Not the Gucci ones. But I feel a little too much love for Staedtler. I dont know what is it with me and stationary. I have always had a thing for it.When I was a kid I went crazy in the stationary section of the supermarket. It was like my very own Disneyland. There is always space for that one more color pen or that highlighter or even that oddly(but cutely) shaped eraser. There are times when I just walk into a shop and feel like buying something. I don't need it but I come out of the shop having spent the bills.

...

The weather sucks real bad. I mean seriously! It keeps raining so abruptly. And so heavily.. Yes, I know its the monsoon but still. This morning it felt as if Irene was coming to this side of the world. Scary stuff.
...

I wanna go travelling around the world. I just want to go. Like right now.
My Destinations?
Jodhpur. I want to walk in the big castles all by myself and just absorb all the history and the stories that it has to offer. Maybe, for a little while I'd like to believe in the myths too and act a little more fascinated than I actually would be. 
Paris. I wanna stand at the highest point of the Eiffel Tower and look down at the world. Feel the wind. Feel the rush. Take in all the beauty. Have french cuisine at Le Jules Vernes as I stare out into the fascinating capital of France.
New York. Walk through Times Square with a Starbucks in my hands and pretend as if that is my daily routine; as if I am on my way to work.
Santorini. Stay in the pretty white houses with the exotic flowers on the window side overlooking the beautiful Mediterranean sea. The ones with the vibrant blue roof tops.
Rome. I want to sit by a road side restaurant. The one with the pretty lights and the good food and good wine, although I am still to develop my liking for the latter
All this and soo much more.My imagination takes me places. I like how I can pretty much travel around the world in a few seconds.

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I strongly feel that our hostel should have a vending machine! The night canteen is just pathetic to say the least. Not to mention how easily one can get food poisoning after having something from that place. In fact, I don't even think it exists anymore. The little billboard is still there so maybe it does. The vending machine is brilliant, don't you think?!  I remember one management student coming and asking me about what could be done to improve the hostel experience about 2 years ago; you know what I asked for.

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Lately, I have been thinking about getting a pet! I want one. Again. This time I want a pug. I shall name it Romeo. Yes, go right ahead and call me cliched. Dont care. But then I am not sure if I will be there all the time to take care of it. Its a huge responsibility. People who don't treats animals right piss me off. Big time!


I am off now. Will come back with something more in the next post.

Till then, be good! (:

Mornin' sunshine!

Good morning!
Getting up early in the morning has never felt so good. Ever. What happens usually and mostly is that I wake up just minutes before and then run around my room. Today, however, was different. It was smooth (If the things in my room could talk, trust me(!) they would scream at me every morning and say something like, "watch where ye going woman!") There was no banging or running into things today. I was gliding. John Mayer playing in the background did make make my morning a lot lot happier for the weather was definitely not gonna make it any better with the gloominess that lurks outside my window every morning these days; it's monsoon so it's a given. Coming back to Mayer, yes he is my current obsession. I love that guy. He has a way with music like no other. However I do think that he ain't so easy on my eyes when I watch his videos. He is cute no doubt but  his expressions are not all that natural, almost forced.But then again nobody is perfect, right?! Its fine by me to just watch him sit on a chair and sing as he sways his life audience. In fact I think he is one of the few performers who sounds so much better during a live performance..

Coming back to my morning, no matter how early I get up it so happens that I can never manage to have breakfast. If I get up early then I do things at my own easy, slow pace and if I get up late well you know how that ends.Something got me thinking today though. Wouldn't it be so awesome and delightful if we had a Starbucks on campus? I swear to God, I would get up early just so that I could have coffee on the go. That would just set things right. But then again I think I am expecting a little too much, like always. But hey! who says you cant dream big. Who knows, one day that might not be a dream! Mentioning Starbucks wasn't such a good idea after all. I am hungry now. I also have this slight buzz at the back of my head which means I want coffee.Not very nice. I am also craving for a blueberry cinnamon muffin. I'd love to be one of the characters from the movies who walks a few blocks to work and gets a coffee to go on the way. I d love to walk to work and watch the city wake up; trucks picking up and dropping stuff, cleaners sweeping the streets, bumping into kids on their way to school, flower shops getting new fresh supplies of gorgeous flowers(I love the yellow ones), shop shutters opening, chilly breeze coming right at my face..Gaaah.Got me thinking now. I wanna walk by a bakery and smell the fresh aroma that comes through the exhaust fans and if I may, I might just peak inside through the windows to see whats on display. No no wont go in. Getting late to work, you see!. .
Baahh. I really could stay in my virtual reality all day long!


Gotsa come back to reality..
Later!

It is what you want it to be

I know. I haven't been writing as much as I think I ought to. I don't know what it is. I just don't have anything to say. Every time I have thought of writing something and when I do it just sounds stupid and well(!) not worth writing. So I stop. But.Today I just had something to say and here I am, saying the things I want to. :)

I wonder what would happen if I was a writer. Well, I still consider myself one but lets put the word professional writer out there. I mean how horrible would it be if I had to earn for a living and then these pangs came. What on earth would I do! Not having something worthwhile to write while my paycheck depends on it?! :s I am sure there is a phase that hits in a journalists or a writer's life when they don't have something to write.How do they deal with it? I mean unless the piece of writing doesn't feel brilliant to you how could you possibly think that it would seem something remarkable to the world?

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Coming back to the thing that made me really, not sleep and, wanna write so badly is something small, something very stupid (or so I think that others would think that).Tom Hanks triggered it. Now, just a little history about me and Tom before I really tell you what I have to say. Here is how the story goes. I first saw Tom Hanks in The Terminal. I really really liked the movie. I thought it was very realistic and the way he potrayed that character is where the problem started. After that movie the next one I watched was Da Vinci Code and boy(!) did I like the movie or what(!) and as much as I like the movie I hated him just as much. Somehow I just couldnt see him playing the articulate Robert Langdon. That pretty much spoiled the entire movie for me since he was one of the leads. Since then I haven't been able to thoroughly enjoy his movies. Coming back to this present day, I am glad to announce that the curse has been lifted! I dont hate him anymore and I can finally watch his movies without being reminded of his role in The Terminal. The movie that did the magic was You've got Mail. I know. I know. Its taken me quite a while to watch that movie. I had it on my list but I just somehow never got around watching it! Moving on from Tom and onto the movie. I thought the character of Meg Ryan in the movie was soo cute and so chirpy and so funny! We should all have a little bit of her in us.
Anyhow, thats it for now. Will be back with more!

Ta!

How happiness comes running

One moment. Yep, thats all it takes!

And yet again the thoughts come pouring at 3am. I still havent figured out why.

Talking about happiness. I have done it before and I shall continue to do it till the end of time. Happiness, they say, is from within. I couldn't agree more. Well, almost.

The first breeze in winter. .

The smile on a child's face..

The first lick of an ice cream scoop. .

Reading some character in a book and realizing that you just found your soul sister in it. And that you are not crazy and not alone. That there is someone out there who does the exact same things as you and it all seems cooler now. .

How this world becomes so uncomplicated in a fraction of a second and how I realize that I really am a Drama Queen and how it really never is that bad after all no matter how big my "freaking-out" moment happened to be. .

How one musical note just sets the mood for you to sway and swoon and how your feet cant stop making the moves thereafter. .

How magical life becomes when you realize that there is a different you that does exist in reality and not just in your dreams. .

How this universe is a plethora of unanswered endings and unjustified beginnings...


Happiness is about being you. Its about being someone else.
Letting the wind really knock you down. Letting the rain really drench you. Letting the music tingle every cell inside your body. About not caring why.

Doing what your heart desires is serious business ladies and gentlemen! A mission that must be accomplished everyday with a little bit of sugar and spice. .

;)

Sunshine

So I have been told by a certain somebody that the creative me is very much awake today. I am not sure how true that is. But. I shall go right ahead and believe it to be true.

Soo I thought that I should write about a little something and let the creativity take over me. Just a little more than usual. Let myself submerge in it if I may and while I can.

I am trying to look for words to say what I want to but I just cant seem to find the right ones which will say the things the way I want them to be heard. I will take it one line at a time. That should make it easier.

I am not sure. I almost always am not. About almost everything.
I contradict myself. A lot more than I think I do. 
I whine more than I really should. 
And then there are times when I say things that I didnt want to.
Yes, this happens more than I d like to think it does. 

And while I do all these things all at once(believe me(!) I am very capable of doing so!) and go into this little frenzy of what, when, how and why,  somebody comes along says something and brings the balance right back into my life as if it was never gone. Not many people can do that. I have somebody who manages to just take all that drama away and still let the drama remain. I have no idea how much sense that last line made. I m hoping it did.

Anyhow, so now that I have said all this, I'd like to thank my Sunshine for being that person who manages to help me discover new colors inside myself. For saying the things that she does. Somebody who just happens to say the right things at just the right times. Somehow she always does it, with perfection! And she did it yet again so I thought it was about time that I thanked her for being that certain somebody who puts things sunny side up! 

For you, my Sunshine. .

Each friend represents a world in us
A world possibly not born until they arrive
And it is only by this meeting that
A new world is born. .

Wierd is good.

The cute kid who shows you his tongue when you think he is going to smile.
The autumn leaves that don't crunch.
The red lipstick that turns out to be more pink than red.
The paint that looks so exotic on the tray but not so much on the paper.
The wrinkles on clothes that don't go even after ironing.
That doll on the supermarket shelf that is more scary than adorable.
The cockroach that can fly.
The  big sea shell that crumbles.
The dork who thinks he is handsome.
The plastic girl who thinks others are fake.
The cinnamon aroma that somehow makes you sick.
An old woman who has a gangsta attitude.
A scent candle that doesn't smell.
A sharp knife that doesn't cut.
A fly that doesn't want to fly.
An English Honors student who doesn't know how to speak English well.
A purple that turns out to be blue.
A dancer who is scared of heels.
The pjs that turn out to be uncomfortable.
The clip that doesn't hold back hair.
The espresso that isn't strong enough.
The talks of billions in the land of poverty.
That Cleopatra wasn't beautiful.
Beaded necklaces that give off color.
Relationship Status of a 10 year old- Divorced.
When candid seems rehearsed.
When rehearsed seems candid.
Magicpop that does not pop.
How photos can lie so easily.
How Glee is so fake yet so real.
A secret that everyone knows.
How the subtle use of emotive language(only) makes a writer famous.
When a perfume looks so good and smells quite the opposite.
How nauseating the perfume section of a shop can turn out to be.
Road side clothes that makes a bigger fashion statement than the Guccis' and the Pradas'...

Soo you see- Wierd is Good!

:)

Capture.

I really want to do something like this! Life on the streets of Mumbai aka Bombay has a story to tell. Every second is a new creation in this buzzing city. I love figuring out society at large. The way we lead we lifestyles in different parts of the world. The way we do what we do. The way we think what we think. All this excites me.  I actually have this thing to do on my to do list and that happens to be- making a documentary on Rajasthan. A professional one.

Maybe, I will. But I am clumsy as hell when it comes to making a video. My hands cant keep the camera still. Even worse, I think my voice would be very unrecommended for the backdrop of the video for some reason. Do not ask me why. Nevertheless, I am actually considering doing it. I dont have much time left in Mumbai to make a video on one but here is an idea that aint gonna die very soon. So maybe sometime soon a video blog is what you shall find on this blog.
Maybe.

:)

The happy frequency

A happy frequency must exist. I m sure. 


They say thoughts have frequencies. Each thought a slightly different one. So then could it be that for each person there is this one frequency where everything works out just fine?


Have you ever had this feeling that everything is happening just the way you want it to; As if the universe is your slave? That you can have anything you want to? Isnt that feeling just absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking? Its filling me right now. Intoxicating me. Just a little. Its like magic, I tell you! I dont know what is it that triggered it.  I have moments like these very often and when I do, this is what happens and being a pisces is all worth it!


I paint without a brush. I see magic happen. Dance sequences create themselves inside my head. Soliloquies shape themselves out of thin air. A kaleidoscope of realms keep emerging.Very colorful ones! Creativity is born, all over again. This and soo much more happens on my happy frequency. . .

:)

M F Husain

M F Husain passed away at 95 in London. Its sad that he breathed his last on a foreign land and not where he wanted to be. 

M F Husain was a painter who made his mark in the world of art. He was known as the "Picasso of India." I wouldn't know much about that. I have never really followed Picasso's work to be able to compare it with Husain's work and I haven't followed Husain's work either. I have seen a few paintings now and then but that would be all. 

The reason why I am writing this post is not to discuss his artwork but to question the sad state of affairs that our society at large happens to be in. His life was at risk here for a few religious groups believed strongly that he disrespected our Gods by his 'peculiar' depiction of them through his paintings. This was probably just one of the many things, I m guessing. He became famous more for the controversies he stirred up than for his paintings. 

I first heard about him a few years back when he was being flashed across the news channels. I first thought that maybe he was some criminal. Thenn, as I watched the news I found out that it was his paintings that were apparently causing ripples all across the country. The very bad ones. The ones that threatened his life.The ones that made him to live in self exile. Sigh.

Here was a man who wasn't harming anyone, not playing any dirty politics touted as somebody who was tarnishing the society in ways that I just cannot understand. His depiction of deities is the one that I distinctly remember being talked about. Scrutinized rather. I still don't understand even after all these years what the fuss was all about.

What made me laugh back then and even now I cant help but ridicule the so called religious groups who demonstrated their dislike for the paintings. They formed this commotion that somehow lead people to believe that if they didn't oppose this man they would be treacherous to their religion. And there went the common man supporting something that he had very little knowledge about. As if it was something that defined his existence. Sad but true. How easily our society can be influenced on the name of religion is beyond my comprehension.

I just hope that someday a common man in India will be allowed to express himself as he pleases and that his work or his opinon or his perspective on something will be given its due breathing space. Thats when we will be truly able to call our country democratic. .

Here are some of M F Husain's works.

Wierd Times.

Very wierd times.

I don't know how to explain this feeling that I have. Is it happy? Is it sad? I m not so sure.

Times are changing fast. In fact the things are becoming overwhelming.I look around and I see friends are getting married/engaged/pregnant. The first thing that comes to my mind is- Omifreakinlord! Are we really that old already?

What is even funnier is that I just cant help but think about how the common perception of 'East' being the one to usually win the race in matters like these is clearly being proven wrong. Gone are the days when we could stereotype easily. I like the unpredictability of the society.  Or maybe a better way to look at this is that the trends are reversing. Makes me think of this theory that a sociologist once told me about. He said that societies at large impersonate each other and will always do so. Something that is being done in one part of the world will sooner or later become the trend in the other. 

..Coming back to the whole topic of friends getting married and all. It still hasn't sunk in. I look around me in this part of the world and I would say times are definitely changing. India is known to have that conservative image that we all know about but to me it looks like East is becoming West and West is becoming East. I do not mean to say in any way that West is becoming conservative  but then again the word conservative has its various interpretations and descriptions/tags to me are like opinions that become widely accepted so it really depends on how one sees it.

So that being said I really just have to accept that we are not so young anymore. Well, still young but not the teenage young. Funny though innit? It seems like it was just yesterday that we were in high school doing the whimsical crazy stupid things that we loved  to.. 

Hit me baby one more time..

Yes. The tradition has to continue. I couldnt get away from not writing the night before the end sem.

The second last end sems of my undergrad. Saying that I have come a long way would only be an understatement. How the 3 years have gone by I wonder.

So I just have to say this to my lovely Exams- Bring it!

So I have random things to say..

I love Belgian Dark Chocolate ice cream.

I am in love with Glee all over again and I cannot get over how many flavours it has. I have to write a  post on that! I have a lot to say that needs to be heard.

Post it notes are awesome. I cannot live without them.

Highlighters make me happy.

Everyone should DANCE(!) It does wonders.

So yeah, I think I am done for today. I shall now get back to the studying!

Ta!
Wish me luck.