Easy pleasures

Hello everyone, it was a holiday today in my part of the world. its a festival actually , which i do not get to celebrate cz i don have a brother. but i hardly care. i get a break which is good enuff!
so what i did was, i actually decided to go n see what these guys do at this 'therapy place' i've been hearing about since forever. actually its sort of like a secluded -lil- trees -everywhere-dwelling where old people live and AND have a marvellous time!

I've always felt a lot for old people , thats becz Ive spent most of my small life with my set of old ppl, my grand folks! anyway, so i went there and just spent time with them and felt rather cool.
they were good fun to hang out with and even cracked brainless crazy jokes , the kinds we teenagers think we have a 'patent' over. the roll on the floor , laughing ur ass off kinds! i had a groovy time and I'm gonna drive down there more often , not because my applications require me to but because i want to.

anyway, I've been doing a lot of, a LOT of reading for my literature subject test this November. and genuinely speaking, i have begun to savor English. i mean i never hated it but it was never "my kinder" subject.
now i have begun to delight in poetry and revel in the plays these guys wrote decades and centuries ago and I've begun to really wanna read them , not just becz i got to but becz i want to!
i mean here i am , reading stuff written by a couple of 100 year old men which makes sense to me just like it did to them a 100 years ago!

it just perplexes the hell outta me that how can a guy know precisely what i feel or will feel when he was in a totally different world and a totally different being! how can two people feel the exact same things? that is why i adore poems, cz they're short and convey whatever they have to without wasting paper.
i r'ber a couple of years ago i used to be good at this stuff, i used to write good poems worth being shown around. now i suck at it! infact i just cant do poetry anymore. things change.
for instance, i used to despise Shakespeare. we had this poem called "the seven ages" by him in our 7th grade curriculum and i hated him and i hated everything ever written by him [guilt] and here i am spending as much time i can on his plays now. and as a matter of fact, i agree. he was really good. there really isn't any praise without no rhyme or reason.

So because I'm interested, i came across this exquisite piece of art [poems = art], the other day, I've even put it up on my other blog. i liked it too much!
It's a sonnet by E.E.cummings and it's splendid! enjoy.

I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
i am never without it(anywhere i go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me is your doing my darling)

i fear
no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)
i want no world(for beautiful you are my world,
my true
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;
which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keepin the stars apart

i carry your heart , i carry it in my heart.

Wordless Weekend

Spent the weekend loitering around the mall and bidding farewell to a friend.you can find some queer pics here. She's goin to Mt. Holyolk for this fall.good we dint have any emotional moments. i hate goodbyes. and i cannot bring myself to say all the formal "was a pleasure" and "keep in touch"...I'd rather not meet the person at all. and i cannot , cannot go through the crying bear hugs. i just can't.

Anyway, I've been wanting to write so much, u guys have no idea!
but I'm just wordless! that's rather strange. has it ever happened to you that u have so much to say, so much to write but you cant! isn't it so weird?
stumbled on this poem day before and found this strange appeal to it.
it says that losing anything, relationships, friends, lovers or inanimate things like fave possessions , houses anything..it is an art.
wonder if it's an art or not. but for sure..its difficult to let go.
of even the smallest of possessions. well.read the poem. you'll see how she wants to portray that she's unperturbed by the losing element in her life. but she totally isn't.
isn't it so common...ppl putting up a brave front when u can so easily see through them. people are guarding themselves all the time... from acquaintances and even loved ones. why do we wanna keep it to ourselves when we know that sharing pain lessens it? i mean I'm a victim too. just another weird human trait i guess. hmm.

read the poem, really like it.

One Art
by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.

take care everyone.

The Butterfly effect

It's been a stressful STRESSFUL week for me, starting with dreadful four hour classes of math on monday and tuesday leadin up to a not so great wednesday[:(] and a troublesome friday. now is the weekend and I'm goin out with my best friend for a day out, gotta like it.
plannin to catch a movie today, confused between transformers and ratatouille.
hmmmm.
suggestions anyone?

somethin really peculiar happened yesterday...i was goin for my classes and we stopped at the red light, i rolled down the window to feel the rain drops [ yeah it was raining] and suddenly this butterfly entered my car from nowehere, i rapidly rolled up the screen to let it stay, oh i so wanted it to. it fluttered around the cabin as if tryin to mark the place. it landed on my palm for a while then buzzed away cz i tried feelin its wings. it seemed to have this fascination for my hairbrush cz it kept landing on it more often than not.
i wonder sometimes how these lil' beings live. thats like us livin in place where everyone's hundred times our size, like giants all around. must be helluva scary. dunno how they manage. with all the maniacs trapping these lil animals and killin them. must be dam hard!
then it dawned on me some minutes later that it wasnt exactly its "idea of fun"..being trapped inside a car with a human being starin and gaping at it .
so i let it go.

another weird thing that occured, as i was passing the priya red light to go to vasant kunj, i saw these bunch of kids standin near the rear end of a water car, waiting for the man to open the tap to get some water. it looked like a pic i desperately wanted for my blog. darn i din carry my cam! shucks! now i have decided that my cam will go with me everywhere. i don wanna miss out on moments, such moments.

during the course of this week, i have been dwelling on some rather feminist issues and have prepared quite a few articles, have a debate comin up. life's hectic.
but i prefer it that way, i've realised that i like being occupied than being free becz then i don have my mind flyin away in different directions, its peaceful and focusing on the task at hand.

aite people, happy weekend, have a great time :)

passing thought:
"The thing always happens that you really believe in ; and the belief in a thing makes it happen."
Frank Lloyd Wright.

On a day like today

while searching for things to eat in the fridge a moment ago..i had this un relenting urge to write my blog. its very peculiar of me..but anyway.
I'm havin short butter bread with mayonnaise filling and coleslaw which is by the way my favorite type of sandwich filling.
i was forced to eat today by my friends who asked me to choose between 'double decker hot chocolate fudge with gelato base' and 'cheesecake'.
obviously i chose the former. no points for guessing why. my loyalty lies in ice cream and I'm not gonna betray it for some silly alluring cheesecake.

eventually i ended up eating none...cz makin me eat something is as hard a task as askin Severus snape to not have a cold face. [ may his soul rest in peace, god speed]
i prefer organic food which doesn't ruin my detox diet and doesn't play havoc with my system. though i lurve indulging in Indian "khana" once in a while.

er...I've drifted a lot from the topic. actually i wanted to write abt this ignominious dream i had last night.
here i must also point out that I'm not a very good sleeper. i hardly sleep. if on a blue moon night i sleep before 12, i end up getting up at 4 and then i watch re runs of Dexter's laboratory on cartoon network or occasionally try to watch Grey's anatomy [ putting up DVDs is a pain, i prefer television, its "no hard work". i like.]
my theory is that i run out of sleep, so in order to sleep everyday, i must keep the hours minimal."the brighter candle burns up faster", anyone?


so i did end up having a good sleep yesterday and for the 7th time in my life had a dream [ the figure is made up. point is i don dream a lot].
i dreamt that my gran ma died and we're all going for her funeral. i woke up sweaty and started crying. [ i know.]
i immediately phoned her at 6 am and was desperate to know her status. she was happily reading her Ramayana which she has been doin since the past 17 years or so each morning. she was chirpy and that brought me more relief than a Liverpool fan gets when Gerrard scores.
i told her abt my grotesque dream and she laughed abt it and told me that when u dream abt someone dying, actually its a sign of their long life.
:) :) :)
i hugged her on the phone, gave her a few kisses and peacefully went back to sleep.
phew! i prefer dark circles, anyday!

( i put up this pic cz it defines how i feel for my g'parents, i love em more than anything in the world, just love the pic)

it did not end here...i had the most terrible math class ever, my calculus teacher is a nutcase and there is nothing he can do abt it, cz its beyond his capability to first of all come to terms with the fact that he's a moron.i despise this man. utterly so.

the only saving grace for the day was the delightful news that i'm goin on a month long vacay to the big apple and oder places this december AND mom dad et al wont be accompanying me!
ah, i love my folks a lot but i don like travelling with so many ppl, particularly my younger sister who keeps talkin non stop all the time n all the places in her high shrill voice. i love her too. but watev.
so im gonna have a lot of fun . :P

i saw the Simpson's movie and its quite good, but i like the tv shows better.
update: I'm still in love with my cyber shot and cherishing every moment with it. it tags along with me everywhere i go and has become rather clingy. I'm fearing someone might grab me by the collar one of these days when I'm secretly clicking their picture for my photo blog!!
bah, ill just make my quintessential puppy face and get away with it.
like i always do.
i lurve being a girl.
=P

That ol' curiosity

so i finally did it! i finally made a photo blog everyone, yesh! :)
i haven't been posting since Ive been busy conceiving ideas for my new blog...the name, the URL, the template, everything. thanks for ur help rohit,it was very thoughtful of you.

i hope I'm able to maintain both my blogs properly and that one doesn't get over shadowed by the other. i can get a lil partial to this one cz photography just appeals more to me. :P
all the while i was making it...i was listening to "imagine" again n again and was fallin deeper in love with it each time i heard it. so don be surprised if the blog has traces of it. oh actually its got a big mark..u'll see when u reach it.
its Here
that's a link but for lesser mortals, here's the URL:
http://my-midsummer-nights-dream.blogspot.com/
feed back is welcome as ever.

PS as photography is the order of the day , I'll sign out by posting this amazing pic i came across on the world wide web.

Elvis has left the building.

It's queer how the death of someone you don't even know can affect you so much. how can you possibly feel for someone you have never ever met in ur life. its strange for me cz Ive never had that euphoric fan feeling for any artist ever.
well this is not abt me...its about Elvis Aron Presley. Thirty years ago on this day..he died. he was just 42.

for those who don't know...Elvis died of a drug overdose and an enlarged heart which was an ailment he suffered throughout the latter years of his life. the drug over dose was the result of a good for nothing doctor prescribing him medicines drugs in the months leading to his death.

well...what's done is done. but he continues to live for us even decades after he died. the strange thing abt Elvis is, ppl who aren't his hard core fans...even they feel for him. there was this charisma in him. that was becz he was an amazing person. a great soul nd a kindred spirit. i have forever believed that no person can ever achieve something in life if they aren't good ppl. somewhere down the line. it just gets back to u. what goes around comes around.

elvis had this endearing appeal in him. like this empathy in his looks and this pain and compassion in his voice which I've never come across.
i sometimes wonder why do great ppl have such tragic ends and such un naturally short lived life spans.

i was listening to Britney the other day and was reminiscing the middle school days when she was all i listened to. what happened to her? instead of calling her a mad woman..we must realise how sad and hopelessly traumatic life can be for these people. they are constantly scrutinised for everything they do, no privacy whatsoever. the very fame and adulation for which we crave ..is the sole reason for them to lose it. i mean..take Britney...she was 16 when she got more popular than the queen of England. at such tender age.. things just awfully go wrong.
even Syd Barrett[ the founding member of pink Floyd] ...he died of schizophrenia...he was the person behind those wonderful lyrics we love so much. 'comfortably numb' and 'wish u were here' were written for him as a tribute after his untimely death.

whenever i see or hear abt these ppl...something inside begins to hurt immensely.
i donno if I'm just the only person but isn't it so painful..the way their lives end up? they say...when Elvis was found dead in his bathroom..he was in a knelt down position as if he was praying. they say he was an ardent god follower and died in that position spending his last moments for his faith.
its just too hurtful.
he was the undisputed king of rock n' roll and forever will be. nothing can change that. and he was also the man who can make a 17 year old cry thirty years after his death when she hadn't even seen him. he was magical. that's why he was called back early i think.
listen to this song. one of Elvis' best. u can hear the feeling tearing apart and reaching you.
'Love me tender'


the follwing is a song which Elvis loved and which so puts to words the thoughts we have for him.
"killing me softly"
'Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song.'

Elvis,u'll forever be alive.

I'm in control n' Lovin' it

This gymming thing..its A D D I C T I V E.
take my word for it. i mean ...I've gotten so used to it now..i feel a void if i miss it on a day. its like...u feel like high on urself...there is this sense of being in control. try it fellas..ure sure gonna love it.. its like...when ure working out or having a sweaty dance session..it liberates you..totally fills u up!

i personally am a dance fanatic. i love dancing so every time we have a dance theme workout i have the time of my life! wonder if its good for my heart...my pulse rises to 160 all the time..which is a sign of bad health..innit?
so today we had this jam session where we had the whole floor to ourselves and punky music was playin and we were just supposed to freak out and sweat it up!
ah! i like. :D
the thing about exercise is...u hate it if u don do it. and once u start off...its killer. u don wanna leave it.
its riveting.
agreed abt the hormone shit..the endorphins n stuff...hey I'm supposed to be a pre med major..boy i should know some details...well never mind!
so they were playin Geri halliwell to get the things steamed up....and damn! its like the most fast lane song ever, its so energising. makes u wanna jump up and get started. i've liked this song since ...5Th grade, when i first heard it.
listen to it and feel the grip!
this is close to the jam session we had today, only wilder! ;)
chek out the song at 1:13 [my fav part]



and ya..today's iDay!
so happy independence day folks! i really donnno wat to write abt this...i don really feel too enthusiastic abt the whole deal...guess i'll have to leave the country to know how cool it is..."familiarity breeds contempt" ..ya?
heh..kiddin...i've always loved this day ..well..thats becz its a holiday...and on a more serious note... like every normal country lovin person...i feel immense pride to be an indian but i get really pissed off by all the shows they have on tv today. hate commercialisation. period.

it came in the papers yesterday...that there was this survey conducted and indians ranked highest in it cz they were the ones who loved their culture the most! voila!
today the times of india ppl have done a good job with this iDay supplement called makers and shapers..its got good articled abt pl who've done somethin for the country..wonder why sonia gandhi's name is there. worthless woman!

im gonna enjoy the hoilday by studyin my ass off and watchin a will smith movie..u guessed it right...independence day! no matter how many times i watch it..i cant get nuff of it! im sure its got somethin to do with will smith. *giggles*
by the way...i watched swades a few days ago. its a moving film. must watch for all of us who are ready to leave motherland for foreign shores. geez...this really got me..dinnit? it's seriously nice. moves slow but then..so do all of our movies..right? so thats not much of a concern.
btw iday sounds like im celerating "apple day" or something right? :P

I'll end this post with this strip i saw somewhere.
and this cool one liner i read somewhere :
"No one can ride your back if it's not bent!" Amen.

Happy iDay! BE PROUD!

"That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!"

Have u ever said something u really wanted to and then realise what a gruesome mistake u've committed?
let me explain...I'm one of those people who are just not able to say what they want to...i have always wanted to be able to be mean to people who 're incredulously mean to me and guess what? today i was. i was able to say the exact words in the exact phrases at the exact time i wanted to. and now i feel tortured. this always happens to me...when i say what i wanted to..i end up torturing myself...i feel terrible.i feel like a horrible person. if only i could go back in time and undo everything i did.I've decided ..I'm not gonna try and tell people what i want to. its just not my thing.wonder how some ppl can just be so brutal and rude and get away with it?

anyway...today has been an exceptional day otherwise...my part of the world has good weather, and nice windy breezes...and a slight tint of sunshine..just the way it should be...and there is no downpour ..just the hint of it...again, just the way it should be.
on my usual stroll today in the park, i finally was able to get rid of my fear of insects and held a butterfly in my hands for a fraction of a minute.
it was pure magic. i was delighted. the velvety feel of her wings and the titillating motion that it was up to... as if trying to tell me something.


i am intrigued by butterflies...they are all the same but each one unique...they are the only species so close to us human beings..we 're also all the same but each one of us is unique..they say there is always exactly one more person in the world who looks like you..wonder if I'll ever meet my twin? actually i don't want to..I'd rather believe I'm the only one blessed to look like me. :P

I've also discovered that out of all the places i like...i adore bookstores...the ones in which u can sit and read for hours ...not the ones in which the silly ppl shove u out if u stick around loitering...
bookstores are the best thing that happened to man. to me at least.
there is something so enchanting about shelves and shelves of books waiting to be read . my ultimate fantasy is to be able to own a house and have a huge library with bookshelves extending unto the ceiling. pure happiness.
i have this theory according to which our books choose us. we don't choose them.
each book knows what kind of a reader it wants and so sub-consciously when we enter a book place ..our mind leads us into te passages where our destined books lie and we end up selecting them out of the millions of books available.
isn't there something so mysteriously fascinating about it? this is the exact reason why i feel books are our best friends..they talk to us! and like all other friends..books also "choose" to be with us. I'm so ecstatic to know so many books like me..cz i keep ending up in a bookstore more often than my allowance allows!
my mother refuses to give me money cz she's aware I'll spend it all in a bookshop!
well...the book lord chose to endow me with all the precious friends...i pity the people who don't like reading.... they miss out on so much! but then it's not their fault, books don't befriend them.
pardon me for sounding un realistic..but i have my moments! when i choose to live in a fairy tale.
and i have no regrets!

i found this extremely amazing song...which so exemplifies the state of mind i have right now . its from the movie "the wizard of Oz". try to love it...
here are the lyrics:
over the rainbow:
http://www.reelclassics.com/Musicals/Wizoz/rainbow-lyrics.htm
if u want u can soothe yourself by followin the link and listenin to it yourself:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2A2Jt4WOxN8.

happy weekend people!
i hope u have it as beautiful as u want it to be.
:)

'nuff said!

I'm back to the grind!
all consumed in stuff...when i saw this strip all i cud think of was :
"how precise!"
guess we're all addicted..this blogging thing gets you! it so so does!

PS I'm apologetic for depending heavily on comic strips [read C&H and others] for my blogging...i guess I'm just havin my PHASE!

I'm takin off by leavin this quote behind..i read it somewhere and i cant rber anythin..not even the author's name and watev..help me will y'all?

"There is nothing to regret...neither for the person who leaves ...nor for the person whose left behind!"
makes sense.
a LOT of sense.

Nothing helps a bad mood like spreading it around

right..so its F*****ship day!
why i use the asterisks?? go figure.
and is that the spelling of asterics??
or is it asterix? no that's a comic strip! talking of comic strips...u guys saw my previous one...dintcha?? and from the highly POSITIVE feedback that i got...i decided to make ANOTHER one...for my dear dear Calvin.

anyway...
i have viral fever everyone....and i had 102 degrees...101 degrees temperature last night and when i talk..i sound like Marilyn Manson..not that i mind though?
so its f'ship day and my younger sister's friends came over and bought her those lil stoopid bands of different colors???
are they insane or are they insane...like these Archie's ppl charge u 70 bucks for one sickly lousy band and my sister, whose in 7th grade by the way has like 15 "best friends"???
are u kiddin me?
and she wants to buy one for all? and mom wont say anything!!! right..talking of spoiling kids...!
i was always a sensible kid..i never did any of this crap and i expected my lil sis to get that sensibility ..from the same genes or something?? she even bought a copy of deathly hallows...!!
WHY???
we already have lame friends who do buy these things...anyone heard of BORROWING books??? and why are libraries there for crying out loud???
without soundin too vindictive ill just say...we're havin trouble here..too many ppl losing their minds!

i have also discovered that i don like nice ppl a lot..simply becz u cant do anything with them....i mean they are nice so they'll be nice to u and then u cant do anything abt it!! even if ure being a complete pest..they'll still be nice!! which makes YOU feel like a jerk!!!
get me???
ima go n check my temperature now and get some rest..i'm sick remeber??

while you guys go n check out za new graffiti!
turns out..bill watterson actually seems to like it..[ got an angelic msg from him in my dreams]..so that's Calvin performing on hard rock for y'all.
i leave it on u to guess which artist is playing on the box!
hint: led zep?




DISCLAIMER: I'm in a bad mood cz I'm sick and my sister is a hard core spendthrift and my parents don seem to mind that at all. we're having a pool party this weekend where she'll blow away thousands again. like that???
oh basically...I'm just sick n cranky. sorry folks but i just like spreading it around!!
:P
cheers!

Reality continues to ruin my life

right!this was supposed to be trashy and was made for revenge....turns out i can draw a bit with the mouse...
this is a graffiti i made on facebook..ended up likin it so much..wanted all of u to see it!
plus ..its CALVIN!!
its got to be good! no matter how i mess it up!

TADA!!
"sweet revenge"


so this is what i feel now:
calvin = moi

Calvin: I'm a genius, but I'm a misunderstood genius.
Hobbes: What's misunderstood about you?
Calvin: Nobody thinks I'm a genius.

:D
i know.
i know!