It's time i took ds's tag. It's quite some time, i know. ds, i'm very sorry. I hope you guys are still patient with me. A friend once asked me, 'Mo, what does one mean by tagging another person?'. I replied that i didn't know the answer. I still don't.
Here we go,
Q1. Are you happy/ satisfied with your blog, with its content and look?
Sorts. At times, i do feel that crap makes way as posts. Rather i could've have expressed myself only partly, when i think that i could have done a better job on the same. But at the end of it, i am pleased.
Q2. Does your family/friends(an additon from my side) know about your blog?
Yes.
Q3. Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog?
No. There's no reason why i should be. I would, in fact be happy. Perhaps, they can read me better this way.
Q4. Did blogs cause positive changes in your thoughts?
Definately.
Q5. Do you only open the blogs of those who comment on your blog or you love to go and discover more by yourself?
I do come by new blogs on my own. It's kinda nice.
Q6. What does visitors counter mean to you? Do you care about putting it in your blog?
Frankly, nothing. And counters: no. I'm not bothered by it.
Q7. Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures?
I guess i did(am not sure), though for a very brief period of time. Possibly, i felt that i shouldn't be, again, bothered by it. This does not term me ignorant.
Q8. Do you think there is a real benefit for blogging?
Yes.
Q9. Do you think that bloggers’ society is isolated from real world or interacts with events?
It is not. Isolation from the real world. A very very hypothethical situation.
Q10. Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it’s a normal thing?
No. It's normal for anybody to criticise me. Human behaviour, that's it. In fact, criticism is good, it makes us think.
Q11. Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them?
No.
Q12. Did you get shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?
I was. But if somebody did do some wrong, it's alright for them to be arrested. Perhaps, we live in this fancy world where we consider all bloggers, saints(that's the notion that most of us carry, my guess). Realisation does hit me late.
Q13. Did you think about what will happen to your blog after you die?
No. Again, i live in beautiful thoughts. Something that i like exists forever. Those sorts
Q14. What do you like to hear? What’s the song you might like to put a link to, in your blog?
A tough one here. It depends on my mood. At times, i do hear a particular one twenty times over. I find the same boring a few minutes later.
Water(all songs)
- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWcplajSbJk
-http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVCDkVtzkqs
Ganga(Bhupen Hazarika)
Manasa Sarovara(the title track)
Shubhamagala(Hoovondu Balibandu)
Aaj Ki Raat(the new 'Don')
I'm glad, i finished this. Really.
Ds, thanks for considering me. I feel privileged. And, i duly apologise for the delay.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
shifting tones
One thing that definately changes when i travel to Mysooru is my voice. And when i'm back in Bengalooru, it attains it's normal tone.
It's weird, i know. Initially, i had to convince mother that i was healthy enough. She panicked to quite some extent when she heard me on the phone. I, myself found it strange. I could feel the change in my voice after a few days of stay at Mysooru. I guess, it becomes deeper. So as to say.
I've always liked a variation in my tone. Whenever a friend was suffering from cold/cough, i would go upto her and say 'Your voice sounds good.' She would inturn give me back a hard, cold look. A look that spelt daggers.
I adore the modulation that my voice undergoes when a cold/cough hits me. Despite a sore throat, headache, a runny nose when ends up bleeding. I immediately ask whoever is beside me, whether she/he can detect a deeper tone from me. To be, again, stared at.
Strange are my ways, and strange are other's ways too. Afterall this is me.
It's weird, i know. Initially, i had to convince mother that i was healthy enough. She panicked to quite some extent when she heard me on the phone. I, myself found it strange. I could feel the change in my voice after a few days of stay at Mysooru. I guess, it becomes deeper. So as to say.
I've always liked a variation in my tone. Whenever a friend was suffering from cold/cough, i would go upto her and say 'Your voice sounds good.' She would inturn give me back a hard, cold look. A look that spelt daggers.
I adore the modulation that my voice undergoes when a cold/cough hits me. Despite a sore throat, headache, a runny nose when ends up bleeding. I immediately ask whoever is beside me, whether she/he can detect a deeper tone from me. To be, again, stared at.
Strange are my ways, and strange are other's ways too. Afterall this is me.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
a carnival in front of my house
Some boys from my street and the neighbouring ones have installed a pandal. At one end of my road. I felt my eyebrows go up, when i saw it on thursday, as i was walking towards my house(in Bengalooru).
I intially thought that the Ganesha idol would be instated for a single day, on the day of the festival. It was evening, and the drums weren't heard. We, then decided that the hullaballoo was to last for two more days. Spiced with the usual programmes; a nerve-wrecking orchestra belting out loud garish tunes(from lovely songs), and some dances(by somebody). Anyways, i bragged before my cousins. I was to leave on the second day(of the celebrations on my road) to Mysooru. My precious ears, and head, were to be rescued, indeed.
Today at about ten o' clock, i could hear some noise on the road. My mother and a cousin called out to me. I saw people fixing merry rides, the ones that kids adore. I was surprised. Very. We are asked to park our vehicles on adjacent roads in order to make place for them. Iron beams, colourful cars, horses, and Donald Ducks piled in front of the main door.
There was to be more in the pipeline, i was told. Only time would tell me, thought i.
I had to visit a friend. So off, i went on my bike. I knew, i would be long. I came back in the afternoon, to find a carnival on my road. I squirmed here and there, and parked the bike inside the house. With two huge books in my hands, i travelled throughout the length of the road, inspecting every corner.
Was i amazed!!
Kids of every age and size were to be seen(and their parents, grandparents, aunties, uncles: the entire household). There were four rides in all. Apart from these, i found two stalls which distributed popcorn and one which gave away cotton candy.
Did i take the correct turn, or was i visiting a distant town? I was still awed!
Young ones squealing now and then, elbowing others, aunties haggling that their child be given a place in the ride, the smell of fresh popcorn... it was worth watching.
The eatables were over quickly, considering that they were free(everything was free). Thankfully the road was cleared by five. I had estimated that the jaatre would go on till late in the evening. To add to the masala, the tv-9 crew were called. A cameraman came and went. Videos of fighting-kids, an elder chasing out annoying little boys with a stick in his hand, organisers who were cheering out loud, others who joined them(for they wanted to be seen on t.v.) etc. How clever the boys were, you know, money was spent for entertainment and not squandered away.
It was evening, and games were started. The only game that was played was 'musical chairs'. I guess, others were planned too, but the number which appeared for musical chairs was overwhelming. They had about four prelims. It was a riot, watching them. A guy screaming out rubbish into the microphone, while loud music signalled the beginning and end of every session.
We all had a hearty laugh. Everybody in my locality would have visited my street today. Hundreds of them.
A final round was cancelled due to lack of time. Poor kids, they had dissapointing looks on their faces. They sat on wet chairs, got drenched hard in the rain. The rain provided a break in the middle. After a brief interlude, they again began, even though there was a slight drizzle. All in the name of fun.
Musical chairs was scheduled for adults too, in vain. A magic show was in line, too. And the magician was complaining that he had to return quickly. Thus, the magic show got rolling. I entered my room then.
There is to be a music show tomorrow. Fortunately i'll be in Mysooru till then. While the other inhabitants of my house will suffer a headache on the morrow.
Ain't i lucky??!!
I intially thought that the Ganesha idol would be instated for a single day, on the day of the festival. It was evening, and the drums weren't heard. We, then decided that the hullaballoo was to last for two more days. Spiced with the usual programmes; a nerve-wrecking orchestra belting out loud garish tunes(from lovely songs), and some dances(by somebody). Anyways, i bragged before my cousins. I was to leave on the second day(of the celebrations on my road) to Mysooru. My precious ears, and head, were to be rescued, indeed.
Today at about ten o' clock, i could hear some noise on the road. My mother and a cousin called out to me. I saw people fixing merry rides, the ones that kids adore. I was surprised. Very. We are asked to park our vehicles on adjacent roads in order to make place for them. Iron beams, colourful cars, horses, and Donald Ducks piled in front of the main door.
There was to be more in the pipeline, i was told. Only time would tell me, thought i.
I had to visit a friend. So off, i went on my bike. I knew, i would be long. I came back in the afternoon, to find a carnival on my road. I squirmed here and there, and parked the bike inside the house. With two huge books in my hands, i travelled throughout the length of the road, inspecting every corner.
Was i amazed!!
Kids of every age and size were to be seen(and their parents, grandparents, aunties, uncles: the entire household). There were four rides in all. Apart from these, i found two stalls which distributed popcorn and one which gave away cotton candy.
Did i take the correct turn, or was i visiting a distant town? I was still awed!
Young ones squealing now and then, elbowing others, aunties haggling that their child be given a place in the ride, the smell of fresh popcorn... it was worth watching.
The eatables were over quickly, considering that they were free(everything was free). Thankfully the road was cleared by five. I had estimated that the jaatre would go on till late in the evening. To add to the masala, the tv-9 crew were called. A cameraman came and went. Videos of fighting-kids, an elder chasing out annoying little boys with a stick in his hand, organisers who were cheering out loud, others who joined them(for they wanted to be seen on t.v.) etc. How clever the boys were, you know, money was spent for entertainment and not squandered away.
It was evening, and games were started. The only game that was played was 'musical chairs'. I guess, others were planned too, but the number which appeared for musical chairs was overwhelming. They had about four prelims. It was a riot, watching them. A guy screaming out rubbish into the microphone, while loud music signalled the beginning and end of every session.
We all had a hearty laugh. Everybody in my locality would have visited my street today. Hundreds of them.
A final round was cancelled due to lack of time. Poor kids, they had dissapointing looks on their faces. They sat on wet chairs, got drenched hard in the rain. The rain provided a break in the middle. After a brief interlude, they again began, even though there was a slight drizzle. All in the name of fun.
Musical chairs was scheduled for adults too, in vain. A magic show was in line, too. And the magician was complaining that he had to return quickly. Thus, the magic show got rolling. I entered my room then.
There is to be a music show tomorrow. Fortunately i'll be in Mysooru till then. While the other inhabitants of my house will suffer a headache on the morrow.
Ain't i lucky??!!
Saturday, September 15, 2007
celebrating..
Festivals are seasons during which one celebrates. Perhaps, they came into being for this purpose. Today being a festive day, i'm suppose to be celebrating. Frankly, i'm happy that festivals come now and then. I can visit Bengalooru on such occasions!
Well, festivals do not mean much to me. But, i do like the mood that hangs in the environment. That which bursts with goodness, energy, excitement. It's nice to see people shopping, fancy hoardings, glittering clothes, streets lit up, the lights and all that. I'm not anti-festival, mind you.
Festivals of a different kind also visit us. Birthdays(of various kinds), anniversaries(again, of various types), the day when i get my results, or when i finish my semester exams, whatever it may be. We do celebrate those days, don't we?
We don't need special days earmarked for celebration. What we do need is an approach to do that. Celebrations should not be limited to these red-lettered days.
Nature has provided us innumerable reasons for us to rejoice. To see a butterfly sit on one's arm for more than a minute, a gentle smile on a kid's face, somebody wishing you in the morning, to read something that interests you, wearing your favourite pair of pants.. be it anything.
Can't we afford ourselves that extra bit? Without any obstacles or blemishes....
Happy Gowri(festival) and Ganesha Chaturthi!
Well, festivals do not mean much to me. But, i do like the mood that hangs in the environment. That which bursts with goodness, energy, excitement. It's nice to see people shopping, fancy hoardings, glittering clothes, streets lit up, the lights and all that. I'm not anti-festival, mind you.
Festivals of a different kind also visit us. Birthdays(of various kinds), anniversaries(again, of various types), the day when i get my results, or when i finish my semester exams, whatever it may be. We do celebrate those days, don't we?
We don't need special days earmarked for celebration. What we do need is an approach to do that. Celebrations should not be limited to these red-lettered days.
Nature has provided us innumerable reasons for us to rejoice. To see a butterfly sit on one's arm for more than a minute, a gentle smile on a kid's face, somebody wishing you in the morning, to read something that interests you, wearing your favourite pair of pants.. be it anything.
Can't we afford ourselves that extra bit? Without any obstacles or blemishes....
Happy Gowri(festival) and Ganesha Chaturthi!
Friday, September 14, 2007
to be liked or not
It's not necessary that i be liked by everybody. I cannot imagine such a situation. To think of such a scene, is it right by me to process this? I guess not.
I do not mean that i'm a bad woman. It's just that my ways and views may not always be likeable. I I also shouldn't be bothered by it. For i don't believe in pleasing others.
It's the same case with the people i come across. Not that i hate a person. It's better to think of it in this fashion: we have varied personalities. It makes things a lot simpler. We may find some approachable, the others are not. Utopia. How i wish myself to completely agree on these lines(at times, i do) And we don't trouble ourselves in that regard, do we?
I guess not.
It's fine to think of almost everything this way. Perhaps, i like a particular flower and somebody else does not. Be it anything.
Would you term this 'being unique', or being broadminded? I don't know. But, i definately would not expect everybody to think good of me.
I do not mean that i'm a bad woman. It's just that my ways and views may not always be likeable. I I also shouldn't be bothered by it. For i don't believe in pleasing others.
It's the same case with the people i come across. Not that i hate a person. It's better to think of it in this fashion: we have varied personalities. It makes things a lot simpler. We may find some approachable, the others are not. Utopia. How i wish myself to completely agree on these lines(at times, i do) And we don't trouble ourselves in that regard, do we?
I guess not.
It's fine to think of almost everything this way. Perhaps, i like a particular flower and somebody else does not. Be it anything.
Would you term this 'being unique', or being broadminded? I don't know. But, i definately would not expect everybody to think good of me.
Sunday, September 09, 2007
an attempt to come back
I didn't know that i'd be back this early! I had assumed that these pages will go into oblivion for all time to come. And i'm not joking.
Everything about Mysooru(did i get it right?) is new to me. I'm still adjusting to the new environment. It's difficult, being homesick and all that. But, it's a part of the package, isn't it? I should get used to it in the coming days.
It's nice to have a hometown. I told this to S when i was studying at MCC. Isn't it wonderful to tell somebody that you have a native place. A place that you are familiar with, where you would long to be. I was asked to shut my mouth then, not to mouth any more rot. I understand her now. It may appear fancy on the outside. On the other hand, it's disappointing.
Excitement filled me when i alighted the bus. Sighting father, who was waiting for me. Mother's beaming face... it's lovely!
I so wanted to see B. Coincidently she's home today. I asked her to plant a nice kiss on me. She refused, the stubborn kid that she is. I told, 'Sweety, i'll buy you pani-puri.' A fantastic kiss was granted. A shower of kisses drained on me.
Bribing helps at times, you see.
Everything about Mysooru(did i get it right?) is new to me. I'm still adjusting to the new environment. It's difficult, being homesick and all that. But, it's a part of the package, isn't it? I should get used to it in the coming days.
It's nice to have a hometown. I told this to S when i was studying at MCC. Isn't it wonderful to tell somebody that you have a native place. A place that you are familiar with, where you would long to be. I was asked to shut my mouth then, not to mouth any more rot. I understand her now. It may appear fancy on the outside. On the other hand, it's disappointing.
Excitement filled me when i alighted the bus. Sighting father, who was waiting for me. Mother's beaming face... it's lovely!
I so wanted to see B. Coincidently she's home today. I asked her to plant a nice kiss on me. She refused, the stubborn kid that she is. I told, 'Sweety, i'll buy you pani-puri.' A fantastic kiss was granted. A shower of kisses drained on me.
Bribing helps at times, you see.
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