God know whats' got into me....i have been blogging about worthless stuff.....of all things-Hindi cinema. Discussing english movies.....comparing them with documentaries.....is recommendably stupid.
Inhabiting the land of moviedom....is very not essential, at the least. Getting cured of this fever is my top priority for the time-being. Scheduling myself to college.......i hope will cure me of this dreadful habit.
Going on, telling about the 'Third year' at college......to every person i meet on Earth is fantastic.......fancying that the general public do recognize me as a graduate(all most....that is to say...after 365 days). Many, amongst them questioning, 'Which standard are you studying in?'
Trying to make sense of the above statement.......i think people mention so to praise me of my looks........that of a young girl...innocent at heart......charming enough to flatter even a baby.
Friday, June 30, 2006
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Sleeping late has caught my fancy.......i disliked it a lot...previously.
It's pretty fun....indeed.....tried to accustom my mind to it......forcefully...now......it is really nice...really.
One of the advantages of sleeping late has been to witness tv....i found that some programmes are worth watching.
So witnessed 'Gladiator' yesterday........my what a movie. It is a must-watch......it is astonishing taht i have never done the job........though...it's existence is repeatedly reminded by faithful channels.
Russel Crowe seamlessly fits into his role. Beautiful locales.......cinematography...is mindblowing. The last sequence...with it's soul-fillimg music...is enchanting.....a scene from a fantasy land.
Documentaries on historical figures...'Sparthacus'......'Nero'....'Hitler'.......'Haven' amongst the few were very good. It gave a brief insight into the lives of these people. Point to note...the acting....costumes......and above all...the cast looked Roman to me...speaking in the slight accent....acquainted with them.
Overall....the latter short movies are the ones for which i vote....for to imagine Roman speaking in the american accent....is highly ridiculous.
It is something which lacks the icing.
To hope that new documentaries to sight is not too bad an idea.....but this particular channel is reputed to forcast items again...and again. In vain!!!
Forgive me, for this short write-up....but what to do....there is a power shutdown......everytime...when i try to publish it....(a li'l exagerratedness included)
It's pretty fun....indeed.....tried to accustom my mind to it......forcefully...now......it is really nice...really.
One of the advantages of sleeping late has been to witness tv....i found that some programmes are worth watching.
So witnessed 'Gladiator' yesterday........my what a movie. It is a must-watch......it is astonishing taht i have never done the job........though...it's existence is repeatedly reminded by faithful channels.
Russel Crowe seamlessly fits into his role. Beautiful locales.......cinematography...is mindblowing. The last sequence...with it's soul-fillimg music...is enchanting.....a scene from a fantasy land.
Documentaries on historical figures...'Sparthacus'......'Nero'....'Hitler'.......'Haven' amongst the few were very good. It gave a brief insight into the lives of these people. Point to note...the acting....costumes......and above all...the cast looked Roman to me...speaking in the slight accent....acquainted with them.
Overall....the latter short movies are the ones for which i vote....for to imagine Roman speaking in the american accent....is highly ridiculous.
It is something which lacks the icing.
To hope that new documentaries to sight is not too bad an idea.....but this particular channel is reputed to forcast items again...and again. In vain!!!
Forgive me, for this short write-up....but what to do....there is a power shutdown......everytime...when i try to publish it....(a li'l exagerratedness included)
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Hindi Cinema
My takes....on indian cinema...it's nuances...are very......staunch. One...I am not an ardent movie follower....and two.......my views....have resulted from newspaper articles...and what I think about them...or so. Move on...if...some slandering of the current actors...is okay with you.
The journalists associated with The Indian Express...have always fascinated me...with their style of writing......their vocabulary (I fall for anybody...whose vocabulary is good). The words glow irridescently......accompanying me for the next few days....be it with the pun intended or not.
This particular writeup....by Reema Parashar...has sparked off.....a new admiration for Madhuri Dixit.
To add impetus to the actress's grace......I again saw 'Devdas' (not the whole of it...only the dance sequences)...during those repeated telecasts. Seeing.....both Dixit...and Rai on screen....is indeed a pleasant thing...but the gracefullness that the former exudes is simply awesome. Her Kathak moves....her expressions....her smile......overshadow.......those of Rai.
I've always hated jewellery......but for the first time noticed that.........jhumkis'.....flashy bindis'.......brocade costumes'.....the necks heavily laden with necklaces....add more to the already present beauty...... only to that woman. The description of feminity......the portrayel...of hopeless love.....for 'Devdas'....obviously...through...her body is fathomless. I guess...this is where body-language comes into picture.
While...on the other-hand...Rai is vanquished. emotions can be . In fact...in the 'Dola re, Dola re' song sequence......Dixit easily steals the show. I still cannot forget...her smile....and her Kathak. It's just too good. She can...with utmost ease fit into the canvas to as a goddess.
Indian cinema.
Where has it landed?? The movies....turning muddy.....and dirty. I had this discussion with a friend on porn stills.....concluded....that porn is better than half-porn......or whatever. What i mean is.....have we to sight.....a guy...who already looks sick...declaring himself to be a serial kisser!!!! Talk about India...... being a conservationist society.....where the sex ratio is so bad......that locating to-be-brides is proving to be a difficult job.
One aspect..which sounds nice....is the coming of age of contemporary movies. To talk about...Star Movies forcasts these. These types should be encouraged.....in addition to crossover movies. 'Flavours' is one such movie.....i never seem to tire myself from watching it....it is better than any movie that is offered to us. What's frustrating is...these sorts never find their way to theatres.
Not to forget......some real-age-cinema...has to be made. I have had enough of Karan Johar weepies...the essenceless storylines...with lavishness splayed about.....aiding it to be big money-churners.
Point to be noted.....the above-mentioned stuff.....is very me....stemmed often from the discussions that takes place at home. Though it is a very one-sided view.
The journalists associated with The Indian Express...have always fascinated me...with their style of writing......their vocabulary (I fall for anybody...whose vocabulary is good). The words glow irridescently......accompanying me for the next few days....be it with the pun intended or not.
This particular writeup....by Reema Parashar...has sparked off.....a new admiration for Madhuri Dixit.
To add impetus to the actress's grace......I again saw 'Devdas' (not the whole of it...only the dance sequences)...during those repeated telecasts. Seeing.....both Dixit...and Rai on screen....is indeed a pleasant thing...but the gracefullness that the former exudes is simply awesome. Her Kathak moves....her expressions....her smile......overshadow.......those of Rai.
I've always hated jewellery......but for the first time noticed that.........jhumkis'.....flashy bindis'.......brocade costumes'.....the necks heavily laden with necklaces....add more to the already present beauty...... only to that woman. The description of feminity......the portrayel...of hopeless love.....for 'Devdas'....obviously...through...her body is fathomless. I guess...this is where body-language comes into picture.
While...on the other-hand...Rai is vanquished. emotions can be . In fact...in the 'Dola re, Dola re' song sequence......Dixit easily steals the show. I still cannot forget...her smile....and her Kathak. It's just too good. She can...with utmost ease fit into the canvas to as a goddess.
Indian cinema.
Where has it landed?? The movies....turning muddy.....and dirty. I had this discussion with a friend on porn stills.....concluded....that porn is better than half-porn......or whatever. What i mean is.....have we to sight.....a guy...who already looks sick...declaring himself to be a serial kisser!!!! Talk about India...... being a conservationist society.....where the sex ratio is so bad......that locating to-be-brides is proving to be a difficult job.
One aspect..which sounds nice....is the coming of age of contemporary movies. To talk about...Star Movies forcasts these. These types should be encouraged.....in addition to crossover movies. 'Flavours' is one such movie.....i never seem to tire myself from watching it....it is better than any movie that is offered to us. What's frustrating is...these sorts never find their way to theatres.
Not to forget......some real-age-cinema...has to be made. I have had enough of Karan Johar weepies...the essenceless storylines...with lavishness splayed about.....aiding it to be big money-churners.
Point to be noted.....the above-mentioned stuff.....is very me....stemmed often from the discussions that takes place at home. Though it is a very one-sided view.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Holidays....
Holidays are here.....i am almost three-quarters past it. The first two weeks....were spent at the planetarium...trying to infuse some knowledge into our battered heads.....hardly succeeded. Most of the time.....doodling....my diary is sick to look at..... during those Cosmology lectures.
The gone-by days...... were spent.... reading novels...interesting ones....'A Fine Balance'...by Rohinton Mistry....two Robin Cooks'.......'A Train To Pakistan'...by Kushwant Singh....Dan Brown's 'A digital Fortress'.....invigorating stuff....and not to forget...a small book on Vietnamese stories.....not too bad a list....
14th of June came and went.....when friends came home......chatted till evening.....amidst nice food...Bisi Bele Bath....banana chips (courtsey Indu...from Palakkad)....ghas ghase Payasa.....we were doped at the end of it...
Meantime.....saw The DaVinci Code......this week witnessed Mission Impossible: 3...the latter......rather for the heck of it....
And nothing else.....sincerely....do admit.....that these hols......summed to being worthful....a li'l......read books....thought that i should give up that habit.
Surprisingly.....have been able to sleep beyond 10:30 p.m...without a headache rising with me on the morrow.......compensated by wasteful habit...of sleeping right after breakfast!!
And absolutely...a minimal amount of tv....good.....too good....after all....they broadcast some dumb programmes. Working on MS Paint.....resulting in incomprehessible digital artwork.....
I guess.....ashte.....
Not to forget....going to art classes....every weekend.....do have become a good girl......helping mother in house-hold chores......that apart...obviously.....the daily chaos....which proceeds.....all in my name.
The gone-by days...... were spent.... reading novels...interesting ones....'A Fine Balance'...by Rohinton Mistry....two Robin Cooks'.......'A Train To Pakistan'...by Kushwant Singh....Dan Brown's 'A digital Fortress'.....invigorating stuff....and not to forget...a small book on Vietnamese stories.....not too bad a list....
14th of June came and went.....when friends came home......chatted till evening.....amidst nice food...Bisi Bele Bath....banana chips (courtsey Indu...from Palakkad)....ghas ghase Payasa.....we were doped at the end of it...
Meantime.....saw The DaVinci Code......this week witnessed Mission Impossible: 3...the latter......rather for the heck of it....
And nothing else.....sincerely....do admit.....that these hols......summed to being worthful....a li'l......read books....thought that i should give up that habit.
Surprisingly.....have been able to sleep beyond 10:30 p.m...without a headache rising with me on the morrow.......compensated by wasteful habit...of sleeping right after breakfast!!
And absolutely...a minimal amount of tv....good.....too good....after all....they broadcast some dumb programmes. Working on MS Paint.....resulting in incomprehessible digital artwork.....
I guess.....ashte.....
Not to forget....going to art classes....every weekend.....do have become a good girl......helping mother in house-hold chores......that apart...obviously.....the daily chaos....which proceeds.....all in my name.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Birthday Remembrances
Facing birthdays is challenging.......a day when one is declared to have spent one more year on this planet of ours.
The D-day arrived....the morning was spent wondering as to how to spend the day......... a little dissapointed (an understatement)........finally invited friends over. A pretty gift was thus presented to me....and was also damaged.
The day passed in endless banter........with some delicious food...to provide energy for our useless chit-chatting.
Many instants make an appearance onto the mind which poses as an indelible screen...from the previous birthdays.
Class 10.......the day is blurry....but it is clear altogether.
Morning tution, done with it.......directly went to school.......school started.....without anybody wishing me. I guess that left me....with a sad feeling. A free hour was donated to us....by Frandy dear.....everybody went to the field...except i who decided to complete the biology record.
Scene1: I am the only person in class....Nivi comes up...persuades me to go to the field with her....i stubbornly refuse. Nevertheless....i am on the field a few minutes later.
Scene 2 : I see my classmates enveloping me......lifting me up in the air.......resulted in me getting 15 or 16 birthday bumps. The process left me gasping for air......to hear them singing the birtday song aloud. M, my....was i happy??
Scene 3 : Sowmya, Amulya scold me for not reminding them....amidst the cacophony.
Scene 4 : Everybody is grinning....no prizes for guessing the person with the biggest smile.
Incidents come and go.......this one....especially.
Now that i am past my teens....folks find it hard ro believe it.
As....one affectionately puts it.......with my new hairdo and my glasses...i can easily pretend to be a kid.....with an impish grin.
The D-day arrived....the morning was spent wondering as to how to spend the day......... a little dissapointed (an understatement)........finally invited friends over. A pretty gift was thus presented to me....and was also damaged.
The day passed in endless banter........with some delicious food...to provide energy for our useless chit-chatting.
Many instants make an appearance onto the mind which poses as an indelible screen...from the previous birthdays.
Class 10.......the day is blurry....but it is clear altogether.
Morning tution, done with it.......directly went to school.......school started.....without anybody wishing me. I guess that left me....with a sad feeling. A free hour was donated to us....by Frandy dear.....everybody went to the field...except i who decided to complete the biology record.
Scene1: I am the only person in class....Nivi comes up...persuades me to go to the field with her....i stubbornly refuse. Nevertheless....i am on the field a few minutes later.
Scene 2 : I see my classmates enveloping me......lifting me up in the air.......resulted in me getting 15 or 16 birthday bumps. The process left me gasping for air......to hear them singing the birtday song aloud. M, my....was i happy??
Scene 3 : Sowmya, Amulya scold me for not reminding them....amidst the cacophony.
Scene 4 : Everybody is grinning....no prizes for guessing the person with the biggest smile.
Incidents come and go.......this one....especially.
Now that i am past my teens....folks find it hard ro believe it.
As....one affectionately puts it.......with my new hairdo and my glasses...i can easily pretend to be a kid.....with an impish grin.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Time spent at Chalukya....
Chalukya Hotel.
Located on Race Course Road, has seen me and my folks scarcely......moreso regularly in these past few days.
We, as friends have had our share of fun there.....savouring delicious dishes....teasing our so called 'classmates' at the Summer Programme at the Plantarium.
The time spent there can be divided into two types....
Type 1: Moments when we decide to go to Chalukya.....suddenly....without enough cash. Go through the menu...trying to find something which suits our palat...more importantly our wallet. The point of going home by bus is kept in mind....as the fares keeps sky-rocketing.
Taking time to order.....because of our monetary inadequacy is fun. Scanning the entire menu......trying to pool in our resources....summing the bill beforehand. Meanwhile the steward would have given up hopes on us. Placing our orders....thus takes some time. Relishing the masala doses'....rave idlies...etc...peacefully knowing that we can afford it. Finally we see that we have saved some money. Happy.....having filled our stomachs with ghee....not forgetting to eat the 'soomp' what they give.......to aid in easy digestion of the gastronomical delights.
Type 2 : Further on, these instants leave us in anger and fury. As usual....lunchtimes are crowded....so waiting to obtain for seats is common. When we do get seats......those vacating the place always have some sidey remarks to pass. Mind you......Chalukya is a male-dominated area....sighting young ladies in jeans makes them stare at them. How irritating!!!!
People sitting opposite to us.....talk weird stuff......i guess to impress us. But....the impression created has its' problems. Talking absurd stuff....trying to prove that their sex is greater....by scolding the poor waiter.....by repeatedly mentioning bachelors....and how they suffer due to their bachelorhood. What rot!!!!
Primarily speaking....why cannot the 'gentlemen' simply shut their mouths....instead of dribbling rubbish. It gets on the nerves...spoiling the environment.
To add to it...even the stewards.....smile on seeing us..... Their face seems to have paralysed into that position. God knows why......
The underlined point is that....why are ladies....girls still aimed at.......do we still have to wade through the scum...endless jibes...
Is there no respite from the bickerings.......it is indeed sickening. And why do we still go about shrugging our shoulders.....like it does not bother us???
Located on Race Course Road, has seen me and my folks scarcely......moreso regularly in these past few days.
We, as friends have had our share of fun there.....savouring delicious dishes....teasing our so called 'classmates' at the Summer Programme at the Plantarium.
The time spent there can be divided into two types....
Type 1: Moments when we decide to go to Chalukya.....suddenly....without enough cash. Go through the menu...trying to find something which suits our palat...more importantly our wallet. The point of going home by bus is kept in mind....as the fares keeps sky-rocketing.
Taking time to order.....because of our monetary inadequacy is fun. Scanning the entire menu......trying to pool in our resources....summing the bill beforehand. Meanwhile the steward would have given up hopes on us. Placing our orders....thus takes some time. Relishing the masala doses'....rave idlies...etc...peacefully knowing that we can afford it. Finally we see that we have saved some money. Happy.....having filled our stomachs with ghee....not forgetting to eat the 'soomp' what they give.......to aid in easy digestion of the gastronomical delights.
Type 2 : Further on, these instants leave us in anger and fury. As usual....lunchtimes are crowded....so waiting to obtain for seats is common. When we do get seats......those vacating the place always have some sidey remarks to pass. Mind you......Chalukya is a male-dominated area....sighting young ladies in jeans makes them stare at them. How irritating!!!!
People sitting opposite to us.....talk weird stuff......i guess to impress us. But....the impression created has its' problems. Talking absurd stuff....trying to prove that their sex is greater....by scolding the poor waiter.....by repeatedly mentioning bachelors....and how they suffer due to their bachelorhood. What rot!!!!
Primarily speaking....why cannot the 'gentlemen' simply shut their mouths....instead of dribbling rubbish. It gets on the nerves...spoiling the environment.
To add to it...even the stewards.....smile on seeing us..... Their face seems to have paralysed into that position. God knows why......
The underlined point is that....why are ladies....girls still aimed at.......do we still have to wade through the scum...endless jibes...
Is there no respite from the bickerings.......it is indeed sickening. And why do we still go about shrugging our shoulders.....like it does not bother us???
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Happiness
Just the other day......we were watching a Kannada programme. It talks about Rajkumar...i think the same still continues as a series. That apart.....Ravi Belegere....mentioned the virtues of the icon. The few things that were said are....that he made people happy by touching the commom man with nimble fingers that sent joy running throuhout the body.....realise their potentials....how enchanting a person he was.......so on. Never mind......i am not fond of his acting........but was spell-bound with the description. Those words cannot be repeated......even if translated to english.....the essence is lost.
The cache: How easily a child can make one happy. It does with it's unassuming.....innocent acts.....which in itself is so fascinating. I personally had no experience with kids for a long time untill recently. And those wonderful instances still pull the corners of my lips apart to end in a smile.
What makes it so easy for a child to create happiness?? ...or rather fill our hearts with joy on sighting a child. On the other hand i heard that happiness and joy can only be experienced by us...... when we provide the oppurtunity. How true!!!
Everything is related to the mind.....no wonder, the ancient texts stress so much on the mind than the body, and the purity of the former.
Even to this day......i just cannot forget my niece. There have been sporadic moments when the tendency to see her overcomes everything else.....thus ridden the bike have i, at 8 o' clock in the night to visit her. The traffic snarls are nothing compared to my sighting her face.
Why does it happen so??? A kid spreads happiness around her without her knowledge.....with the day's grief forgotten.
Being glad......being happy.....the feeling itself warms the heart. Then why do we go on cribbing endlessly, i guess to satisfy our penchant to moan!!!
Smiling....aha!!
I used to go about smiling without no reason......my friends termed me as mad....but who cares....as long as i smile to lighten my mind.
May the powers-that-be grant me enough sense so as to keep myself happy, with a smile upon my face......the spreading of which is important...... underlining the greatness of humanity.
Cheers!!!
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Wishful Day
Now that the holidays are here.....serious thinking has been gifted to the subject of a typical day.....what it ought to be.....on the contrary....what it never can be........the fickleness of the mind does not allow it to function.....the manner it wishes to.....
Getting up late.....a fanciful thought.....never materializes. Often dreaming about waking at 9 or 10 in the morning.......all in vain.
Walking around the house without banging any part of my body....against these unworldly things....i've a record of hitting against the leg of the sofa...the door-sill is an all-time favourite spot.
Catching a cold......how i enjoy the change that my tone undergoes. Unfortunately...the cold is ever eluding. No matter how drenched i am.......the amount of ice-cream that is consumed is harmless to the body. (Perhaps...... my defence cells are robust...working day in and out. May the powers-that-be help the tradition to continue. Of late... the reverse has been happening....i miss my well-being a great deal.)
To stop hogging like a pig...try to avoid a packet of potato chips or a packet of Parle 'Hide And Seek".( But no false opinion here....i am not a bloated being).
Watching the television for half an hour straight. How i wish i could do so......i do watch movies....but rarely....but i guess it is a good way of passing time.
Fancying Karan Johar's movies......those never-ending sagas....of love...forgiveness....and lavishness.......without cursing him every minute.
To top it all....to spend a day....without screaming at my parents. I've started enjoying it as a hobby......the day never seems alright....if i do not do that. Banging doors .......yes...definately.
It is evening.....to pass the time on the verandah....without pondering about the beggar on the road.....forcing myself not to go mad.......with the worldly worries.
Sleeping late......is a job that's not possible......however.......it is okay for me to go to bed late...only to wake up with a headache the next day.
AAAAAA.......
Something is terribly wrong with me.....the so-mentioned stuff is crap....i simply cannot abide by it......
As i love the way i am.....and will enjoy to carry forward my legacy......by being a brat as my folks term me.
Getting up late.....a fanciful thought.....never materializes. Often dreaming about waking at 9 or 10 in the morning.......all in vain.
Walking around the house without banging any part of my body....against these unworldly things....i've a record of hitting against the leg of the sofa...the door-sill is an all-time favourite spot.
Catching a cold......how i enjoy the change that my tone undergoes. Unfortunately...the cold is ever eluding. No matter how drenched i am.......the amount of ice-cream that is consumed is harmless to the body. (Perhaps...... my defence cells are robust...working day in and out. May the powers-that-be help the tradition to continue. Of late... the reverse has been happening....i miss my well-being a great deal.)
To stop hogging like a pig...try to avoid a packet of potato chips or a packet of Parle 'Hide And Seek".( But no false opinion here....i am not a bloated being).
Watching the television for half an hour straight. How i wish i could do so......i do watch movies....but rarely....but i guess it is a good way of passing time.
Fancying Karan Johar's movies......those never-ending sagas....of love...forgiveness....and lavishness.......without cursing him every minute.
To top it all....to spend a day....without screaming at my parents. I've started enjoying it as a hobby......the day never seems alright....if i do not do that. Banging doors .......yes...definately.
It is evening.....to pass the time on the verandah....without pondering about the beggar on the road.....forcing myself not to go mad.......with the worldly worries.
Sleeping late......is a job that's not possible......however.......it is okay for me to go to bed late...only to wake up with a headache the next day.
AAAAAA.......
Something is terribly wrong with me.....the so-mentioned stuff is crap....i simply cannot abide by it......
As i love the way i am.....and will enjoy to carry forward my legacy......by being a brat as my folks term me.
Mind - A Processor
Speaking the truth is always difficult.......it is also, not approachable....as such. Today's world does not guarantee this .....even to a minute extent. So....what is the aim of evolution??....that of the mind......the senses....the body......the soul...
The other day... we were travelling down... J.C.Road....caught in a traffic jam.....as usual. Unc 1 was reminiscing about the old Bangalore.....and the feelings attached to it were being drawn out......Unc. 2 was however cursing the government ....the reckless bikers. Sitting in the middle........i told that it is we, who are to take care of the situation....and the blame lies in us......
Unc. 2 labelled it as bham-wham bullshit.....that i was being very idealistic. He questioned me as to whether i follow the things in which lies my trust. The answer was positive.....and he replied that the stuff is all mad....senseless.....
Prima facie.......do we believe in ourselves....or what have we brought ourselves to......a civilised-cum-barbaric world.....where one does not have time for the others.
Realising this fact...recently.....has thrown my mind into a swirling abyss....into never-ending darkness.
The fact...that my father depends on me moreso now.......after my sister's marraige has opened my eyes........slapping on my face for the past misgivings that we had. The extent was so much that i had to accompany himon every little thing......irrespective of the size. He has indeed adjusted to a new environment ....... a new home.....which revolves around the absence of my sister.
I guess, all of the world have to face these disappearing acts performed by people......where they are caught unawares in the face of time and space.
The only consolation......that is available to us......is to strengthen ourselves........with the help of others. Previously.....i tried to oppose the meaningfull adage....' Man is a social being '.......but circumstance has slapped me with the truth.
What do i make of it........the fact that a part of my home is empty.......to be filled by something else.
Searching for that 'something else' has ensued upon itself. Having attempted to fill in the ever-widening gap......has proven to be difficult. Behold...it's proven fruitful......the smile of my niece lighting home again.
Her laughter sounds like that of tinkling bells.......gushing with full force......like water to meet the sea. Her dark black eyes......mischief, happiness always playing around them. Bringing along with her.....the warmth....the joy to be soaked by us.
Creation has always surprised me.......posing many twists...and turns.....
And i do admit that i am idealistic......following them religiously.......with a penchant so strong that it astonishes me. To scold my parents for having dirtied the park......getting screwed myself for having not bargained with the vegetable-vendor.
To end......with a phrase....that is dear to me.....reminded endlessly...... by my friends..
With love....
The other day... we were travelling down... J.C.Road....caught in a traffic jam.....as usual. Unc 1 was reminiscing about the old Bangalore.....and the feelings attached to it were being drawn out......Unc. 2 was however cursing the government ....the reckless bikers. Sitting in the middle........i told that it is we, who are to take care of the situation....and the blame lies in us......
Unc. 2 labelled it as bham-wham bullshit.....that i was being very idealistic. He questioned me as to whether i follow the things in which lies my trust. The answer was positive.....and he replied that the stuff is all mad....senseless.....
Prima facie.......do we believe in ourselves....or what have we brought ourselves to......a civilised-cum-barbaric world.....where one does not have time for the others.
Realising this fact...recently.....has thrown my mind into a swirling abyss....into never-ending darkness.
The fact...that my father depends on me moreso now.......after my sister's marraige has opened my eyes........slapping on my face for the past misgivings that we had. The extent was so much that i had to accompany himon every little thing......irrespective of the size. He has indeed adjusted to a new environment ....... a new home.....which revolves around the absence of my sister.
I guess, all of the world have to face these disappearing acts performed by people......where they are caught unawares in the face of time and space.
The only consolation......that is available to us......is to strengthen ourselves........with the help of others. Previously.....i tried to oppose the meaningfull adage....' Man is a social being '.......but circumstance has slapped me with the truth.
What do i make of it........the fact that a part of my home is empty.......to be filled by something else.
Searching for that 'something else' has ensued upon itself. Having attempted to fill in the ever-widening gap......has proven to be difficult. Behold...it's proven fruitful......the smile of my niece lighting home again.
Her laughter sounds like that of tinkling bells.......gushing with full force......like water to meet the sea. Her dark black eyes......mischief, happiness always playing around them. Bringing along with her.....the warmth....the joy to be soaked by us.
Creation has always surprised me.......posing many twists...and turns.....
And i do admit that i am idealistic......following them religiously.......with a penchant so strong that it astonishes me. To scold my parents for having dirtied the park......getting screwed myself for having not bargained with the vegetable-vendor.
To end......with a phrase....that is dear to me.....reminded endlessly...... by my friends..
With love....
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