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Wednesday 26 December 2007

Jab Cupid struck...







Jab We Met!

Truly delightful!The sight of that yellow board bearing these three words sends me into a frenzy.Every part of the movie washes over me like a pleasantly frothy wave.
It had everything a GEN-X movie watcher could ask for.
Alright,so isn't the most practical or sensible movie in the world.
But since when have we been sensible?

Right from the time the effervescent Geet boards the train to the "oh how cute" moment when the adorable Aditya spots her running towards him,the movie has a spirit of its own...so much so that I've actually coined an adjective:Jab We Met-ish!
Adventure,friendship,hope and love have never blended together so naturally,not atleast fr da last coupla years in Tinselville.

Like a musical with several moods and tones,this story took me on a trip about relationships .It read me a fairytale so perfect that magic seemed but normal here,
a place where sunshine broke through every haze of grey,right when we met...jab we met!


"Aaoge jab tum saajna
Angana phool khilenge
Barsega saawan, barsega saawan
Jhoom jhoom ke
Do dil aise milenge...!"

Monday 24 December 2007

It's that time of the year...


Time grows short, though the hourglass stands still,
Here visits the unmistakeable chill,
Snowflakes arrive ,carpeting the weathered floor,
Melody’s in the moment,could you ask for more?

Vibrant greens and royal purples do retreat,
Cascading curtains of white we greet.
Lo! Footsteps are now pristine blue pools,
Every man’s a dreaming,humming fool!

Beckoned again from dusty old corners,
Cheerful bulbs of light ,quite an audience garner.
Bitter coffee conversations take a vacation,
Cheerful cups of chocolate hapeen,the cafes are quite a location.

Feisty snow creatures rise forth from the garden,
Brownies and pies ensure that plates are scraped till they’re barren.
Oh and you could just join us for a carol,we’re a merry flock,
Waltz away your troubles as you celebrate round the clock.

I know not if moonbeams stand guard over my dreams,
But powerful cheer is in the air,so it seems.
And every step I take,I ask myself
Did I walk into a fairytale?

-Vidya

Saturday 15 December 2007

Hello...any body there?

Guess what?
I haven't gotten one decent scrap in five days!!!!

Well,i most certainly do know that gettin upset just bcoz your friends haven't scrapped you in a goddamn site shouldnt upset ya,but ,you know ,what ,sometimes it does!

It's actually like no one has actually thought of informing you,or sharing with you,or asking you anything about anything in the last five days,,,that's 120 long hours!!!

I know that it might sound, at this point,like i have a case of a swollen head or 'summat,but really,how come long lost friends,acquaintances,juniors,far flung relatives or fellow bloggers have'nt wondered wht u're upto at all???

Ah well...if that's the way the cookie crumbles,i better sweep up the crumbs and move on...

Friday 14 December 2007

The Sis Act...

After many years,well,months,more likely,my cousin ,Aparna ,came visiting.
It was right after the first exam of a particularly scary test series,and i was overjoyed!What better way to unwind than with an enthusiastic lil sis who has the same taste as you?

That one week was like a huuuuuuuuuuge slumber party!Everyday,i came home at noon from college,bolted down my lunch and got ready to partay...
My humble room,with its eclectic cozy cushions and its ever beckoning endeariness served as the perfect backdrop for our shenangians!And for some reason,Dard-e- disco(yes,the same noisy,six pack thang)became our anthem.And boy,was it perfect!

I've always wanted to ,what's the phrase,"hang with a gal pal", and do all the stuff that happens in Princess Diaries...nd sixteen years of wishful thinking finally paid off!

We ate out every other night,laughed ourself silly at almost every Disney animation flick,and scared every inmate of the house with our karaoke sessions(hey, i didn't say i sing well! ).

I blissfully neglected my homework and study sessions that week.I'd somehow lost the key to reality,and i was happy lost in a maze of adventure.

Now ,i find i've been thrown rather unceremoniously across the hedges,right back into REAL LIFE.baah...

Still ,i've no complaints coz ...someone once said..


"One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name."


Yeah!

Monday 29 October 2007

Operation redecorate....


All right folks...it's offical!
Operation redecorate has officially begun.I,proud (well not so much)owner of my room,hereby declare that I shall attempt to improve the quality of my room to match human living standards,and do everything in my power to bring about this change!

That said,I quote "Easier said than done".
How much grey matter does one require to redo an average sized room belonging to one of them (sigh!) teenagers,really?Not much,right?

Wrong! You'd be surprised at the amount of thought and careful planning that goes into the process,and the number of improvisations that,though marvellously Picasso-like at first,tend to go horribly wrong.

So, I thought,for the kind souls who have plodded through the above text,I'd reward them with a handy how to list on room renovation,that's powered by bittersweet memories of my experience.




(Written keeping teens in mind...)

First things first...Do you really need to do it?

Or have you just demonstrated how to suucesfully put your foot into your mouth?

Coz if you don't ...don't bother .It really is as taxing as Archie of Archie comics fame claims it to be.

Alright,alright,you're not easily dissuaded,are you?

1)THEME :
Pick a theme.
It could be as monotonous as pink,or as vibrant as a "living in a rainbow" look.
As earthy as tones of olive green and chestnut brown,or as hgh maintenance as electric red . As long as it matches your outlook.As long as you don't fail to connect with it,even in the dreariest of moods.You don't wanna be living in a room that reminds you of (gasp!)Trigo class,do you?

2)SHOP/GATHER
If you can afford to shell out enough time and dough,try going to some new age furniture or accesories store.You could amybe rethink what you want.Also,browsing helps you to strengthen your ideas and draw that fine line between fact and fantasy(no...You will NOT get a bed that sprouts chocolate at IKEA!!!)
Things you'd probably want :

Bright bedspreads
Comfy rugs
softboards (to pin fun lists,photos and to do reminders to)..
Fusion or lava lamps(love 'em)
Posters of your favourite band

You could even scrounge up stuff that has "pretty junk" potential..from your closet,your storeroom,your garage and so on.

3)SHAKE IT UP!
I'm not talking about taking that eternally extending break from any chore.
I'm talking rearrangement.Sometimes a mere moving around of your furnitiure does a good deal of change.Do it keeping the furniture's primary function in mind.Don't push your study desk(use one,don't you?)to some dark ,dingy,corner.
Try aligning your bed /bedside table in some other direction,put posters up in new places,et al!


4)STAY ON TOP
Never let things get the better of you.When long formulated ideas surface from the recesses of your brain,you might get a bit too enthusiastic.While having a sunny "anything is possible "aura is not particularly harmful,it might just obliterate the big picture. Set a deadline,filter the changes you want done, and sccomplish them professionally enough

5)MAINTAIN
Though your ideal room may house a thousand ambitious devices and articles,keep your room realistic.It should be easy to set right.After all,where's the time?
School,sports,extra curriculars,group hangs,South Park, must-watch TV...can't do without it people!If you're going all out and grabbing a paint brush,choose washable distemper and colours that camouflage cracks or dust,if any.
Keep enough space in your closet for new buys or temporarily discarded clothing.
Don't ignore your

Remember you're a star...................... everyday!
your room should be an ideal retreat for you,everyday!

Wednesday 10 October 2007

Precisely...

Precision adds beauty to reality...it makes it acceptable,comprehensible and hence ,recognizable.

It's in the seamless filtering in of light in the Orissa temple through the shaft made...

It's in the way techies( read programmers) whip up windows of smart program code...

It's in the amusing way your tummy can tell it's chow time...

It's in the sprightly visit of the Halley's comet ever seventy six years...

It's in the mind boggling phenomenon of flowers having a number of petals belonging to the Fibonacci sequence...

It's in the way a thousand,a hundred ,a ten and a one absolutely make 1111,nothing less,nothing more.

It's probably also in the way my readings in the lab go completely haywire,every darn time!

'Something to think about,eh?'

Thursday 6 September 2007

Tricklin' away...


Hmm...i guessi should've paid more attention when my math teacher spoke of progressions....how seemingly insignificant numbers like two and four grow to giants like 32768(dat's 2 power 15!)....seems not only math works like that ...time does too!!!

This truth hit me like a Tsunami this evening as i sat doodling on my home assignment.
My actual day after college begins at 3 in the afternoon and ends at eleven in the night...that's EIGHT whole hours of your own time which you are free to invest in your homework,or in pursuit of the most jobless person award (which i'm contending for ,by the way),right? WRONG!!!Before you know it,that darn hand has moved over the face of the clock eight times,and you find yourself turning in rather discontentedly at night...

Of late,this situation has become way too familiar with me,so i'm wondering ,where does the time go?

Time's one wily prisoner...so i've learned the hard way.It can stretch itself to infinity when you're struggling with boredom,but it can also sprout loadsa legs and run away when what you need more than anything else is time!

So....i'm gonna solve the enigma of my disappearing time in true amateur detective style...

CASE UNDER STUDY : mystery of vanishing time

VICTIM: Me

VICTIM'S STATEMENT : " I dunno what to do and when (whine!)There's way too much to dos....(whine!).... The only possible explanation ...something's not right!(self-satisfied whine !)

COMMENTS : Dad : OH no,not again!!!

Mom :Its simple,face it.You waste time mercilessly .
[note:statement rebutted on account of unfair nature of comment with out ample
evidence]

ANALYSIS : 3 O CLOCK : Began Physics assignment

3 15 :Answered the door,chatted with a friend

3 40 :Physics ahoy!

4 00 :Did a problem on temperature coefficient.Remembered hearing
Sean Paul's TEMPERATURE on friend's ipod...not to be outdone,added temperature on my ipod too...coupla others too

4 45 : Physics,resolutely return to my task

5 00 : Developed sum kinda allergy ...incessant coughing...wouldn't you know it ...just when i was making headway ...decided this was reason enough to rest
600 : Driven out of bed by a phone call

615 : Go fr my daily walk

7 00 :Wow! That was one helluva walk...right,now im hungry

730 : Done with dinner and a rerun of F.R.I.E.N.D.S (multi-tasking you see...)
800 :Bored of Physics ...switch over to math,read daily notes

8 20: Unable to decipher handwriting (mine) ....wonder why..remember reading an article about graphology

845 : Done with the article....satsified after having discovered that bad handwriting merely indicates indiscipline and lack of order,,,(heck,i knew that!!!)

900 :Listen to the top ten hits on my fav radio channel while doin math


9 15: Tired ...i woke up at 530 ,man!

945 :Blog on how time disappears.


CONCLUSION : Puzzling case.Victim is totally blameless and action s of the victim are justified .
CASE UNRESOLVED



Care to help me out ?

Sunday 5 August 2007

The "END" in friend ...

On the joyous and excessively commercialized occasion of "friendship day "...I feel obliged to that little voice inside my head which prompts me to ponder aloud.So here goes...

Yeh dosti ...hum nahi todenge,
Todenge dum magar,tera saath naa chodenge...

On many happy ,sunshine in your eyes,candy in the sky days, i have felt like humming this familiar tune with moi extended family,my friends!!!
Whether we were digging into a scrumptious apple pie at a cafe,or groaning because the miserable net on the tennis court had given way,i always sensed a feeling of togetherness,which strangely,though built on trivial grounds,seemed like it would last for eternity.
But illusions are shape shifters,aren't they?
As I search for a familiar face, I observe that I've lost touch with soooooo many people over the years,it's hard to keep track.
Faded telephone numbers scratched in fast fading ink,
Worn photos in tiny albums,
Gifts exchanged on birthdays,
...sadly,these are the remnants of some friendships in my life.

Why?

Thanks to the giant hoardings of Bollywood ,I've seen many reel life situations where old friends from bygone days reconnect in an instant .So why is it so different in real life?

I irresistably am reminding myself of Peter Pan,the Boy Who Would Never Grow Up.
Still,as a bid to support my stubborn Taurean self,I bite.Can two people outgrow their friendship?Can Time,the deifant warrior uproot weathered plants of carefully sown friendship with such astonishing ease?

If it can,what is it in the moment,then,that leads you to believe there is much more to this bond than common jokes,get-togethers and idyllic group hangs?

Maybe we choose to alter reality in a way which soothes our lonely selves choosing to ignore the blots of reality that appear on the pages of the fanasy book we are crafting...Maybe we think that the days spent hangong out will evoke memories powerful enough to be significant for a long time to come.

I read this paragraph penned by Tagore,with sinking dismay and horrifying familiarity...

Oh poor unthinking human heart...error willnot go away,olgic nad reason are slow to penetrate.We cling with both arms to false hope, refusing to believe the weightiest of proofs against it .In the end it escapes ripping our veins and draining our hearts blood; until regaining consciousness we rush to fall into the snares of delusion all over again "
...

Something to think about,I know I will.

The

Tuesday 24 July 2007

Of sticks and stones (and cloaks too...)


What's it feel like to play a dangerous game of hide and seek ...knowing that losing the game can mean losing your freedom,your loved ones and most importantly, your life?

Ask Harry.Or better yet,read the book that's sent us all into a frenzy.

Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows is the seventh and final book of the popular series penned by J.K Rowling.We catch up with our favourite teenage wizard and his faithful friends Ron & Hermione ,only to find that Evil has cast its murky shadows on the magical world .The Dark wizard Lord Voldemort has wasted no time in establishing his reign,which means that war clouds are gathering on the horizon.

The trio of Ron,Harry and Hermione is on a mission :to uncover the hidden horcruxes of Voldemort.Together with them,we travel all across England in search of these elusive containers of Voldemort's soul when we stumble across the legend of "the deathly hallows",an alternative formula to mastering death.The plot thickens considerably as Harry reaches the cross-roads:Hallows or Horcruxes?

While the pieces of the puzzle come together,jkr takes us on an emotional journey of beautiful friendship and inspiring courage.Characters are explored to their depths.The victorious nature of love is truly the central theme of this book.

The story is fast-paced ,with quite a few hairpin bends. From the start to the end,we are treated to non-stop entertaining magical action ,with a few breathers where we rejoice and repent along with our protagonists.With true genius ,Jkr seals every loose end that sprung up in the earlier books .

The growing tension ends in a grand Apocalypse:a battle of virtue vs vice.What lies beyond: an era of peace and prosperity or a graveyard of shattered hopes ?That's for you to find out.

With smart humour and compelling mystery,this book is a must read for all fantasy and fiction afficionados.
Don't miss the end to one of most exciting sagas of fiction.The Deathly Hallows is a 608 page adrenaline rush that is sure to be enjoyed by kids,teen and adults alike.

Saturday 9 June 2007

Shuffled...



















I've been wondering, ever since I got to know that I passed my 11th boards ,about leavin for college next year.....COLLEGE ...I can almost see an arrow pointing towards that coveted destination..where dreams come true,when you are finally in the "real" world(whts up wid dat real stuff anyway???),when you are able to translate every hazy idea that ever resided in the recesses of your mind-into concrete action,when you are matured enough to know that friendship need not necessarily follow the idylllic Californian style (read THE OC ...;) ..),
when the zones of education,interaction,innovation,discussion,fun,leisure,activity and inspiration fuse together like a musical masterpiece!!!
Is leavin home going to be as easy as dreaming about college,though?A well rehearsed "NO "
forms in my brain,,,ok,let's be adventurous and say it will be easy..coz you'll just be swept away in that tide of change....but what happens when the dust settles ?When fresher parties come to an end,when hostel life nightmares take center stage, and when the glow of independence dims in view of the security you had at home?And i'm not talking about padlocked doors here...but about knowing that help is just two three letter words away (MOM ...DAD)...Don't get me wrong ...it's not a rhetorical statement,i know tons of young people who are strong enough to deal with all this and more....my question is :How do you know if YOU are of that type?

It's during such troubled times that I fondly wish that Madam Trelawney were for real...what wouldn't i give to cut across the threshold between the present and the future,watch the future me unravel,and get back in good time to make decisions to that effect?If you think about it,that might almost definitely guarantee you a perfect life....and as far as I know ,not even EBAY has got deals like that!!!

So I'm trying to devise an alternative formula...I'm going to work hard in the subjects I've got a n apitiude for,prepare myself this year for a latchkey life ,apply for possible colleges and contentedly graduate in the one that will accept me,without seeking solace from 101 different counselling sessions from the people around me ...believe me ,the less you obsess,the more the probability of your obsession coming true!!!
I know it sounds like i'm giving up,but it's not .It's a theory that's simple and that's bound to work for me ,and the reason i know it will work is that it's simple and straight from the heart.

What is happiness really?
It's pure ,untainted contentment ...

sounds pretty simple doesn't it???

Sunday 3 June 2007

Of colours and chameleons ...

I'm back refreshed!I spent a lovely weekend with my family in the beaches of Puri and the metros of Kolkata ,and i'm raring to get back into gear!!!
Iwas staying at this lovely little cottage in Puri,and one wet morning,i noticed a tiny chameleon right on the window ledge...true to its fame,ithad turned a grainy pebbly brown , and sat in wait of...its morning meal,probably.That's what i was doing too,and so...i didnt give much thought to it and hit room service on the dialing pad!!!
After a mouthwatering breakfast and a languid lunch,i noticed this chameleon had set up camp in the lawn .Dwarfed by the tall blades of grass,it lurked unnoticed in the dewy sea of green...and i probably wouldnt have noticed it if i hadn't been looking for it ,subconsciously .
The shadows lengthened ,and soon it was evening.In true beach parlance,our little friend was dressed in the fiery red of sea- corals ,enjoying a siesta on the rocks.

It's funny how i thought to myself"Here I am,quite caught up in the devilishly wonderful ability of being able to blend into your surroundings,why im kinda chameleonish myself."

I'l admit,i'm pretty anthrophobic.I'm scared of people's opinions of me ,my ideas and anything remotely connected with me,my ideas.....So i tend to adapt or change myself into what the people around me percieve me to be.That 's quite a ludicrous loop i've got going there,coz how will people ever percieve me to be anything at all,if i decide to be something only based on their percievings...but well,that's how it is with me.

So I see myself shrinking from taking out my workbook and doing some li'l sum when all around,my classmates are busy comparing their Louis Vuittons...and i feel very conspicuous when i'm stuck wearing some cargoes and a tee,clutching an ipod in one hand,and a group of of my friends comes back from the temple,asking me why i didn't get up early enough to go pray with them...

I guess, im scared ,like my little friend .I'm scared that the minute I decide to be different,I will be preyed on -preyed on by the little circle of people that i know and,apparently,*understand *.
That's why I've trained myself in camouflage...I would love to be one of those humans with an unwavering sense of self confidence,and a non-erasable streak of courage...
Well,i'm running out of time now,i'l probably want to sleep on this,and ponder over it the next time i unlock Blogger....

That's what I should do.....isn't it?
*sighs in doubt*

Wednesday 25 April 2007

Enroute

Hmm...it's been a long time since i used the word enroute....that's probably because it's been quite a long time since I travelled to any place .Those cold mornings in December I'd always think "oh well, it's all icy madness anyway now..."and today, from the glare on my pc screen,i realized " we're well into the summmer season!My hands are just itching to dig out my suitcase,dump a cartload of clothes and comics in it,and catch a train(or plane too,i'm not complainin..;) ) to just about anywhere!

It's a common but beautiful thought...It's about the journey,not the destination. If only your Inner Eye sets its sights on something ponderable,it could consume your entire time wthout your realising it ...In fact ,when you're actually at all the exotic spots,you're ready to freeze frame every moment of that glorious exploration ,and sometimes an overdose of enthusiasm with the camera does take away a bit of the charm...but when you're just peeping out through window bars,with a cuppa in ur hands and you come across a picture perfect sight and your 6 megapixel friend isn't with ya, that's when your eye does the capturing ,your mind does the recording, and your soul does the connecting .

One of the things I do when I'm travelling with my parents or friends is try and observe different people's reactions to sights or situations around them,and over the years' i 've collected quite a catalog of reactions.Only when we come to know how many aspects are there to an identity do we relate to it like a 3d image,unerring in depth,unflattering in sight,unsummable in entirety...

My favourite journeys are not the ones through hillstations with tall eucalyptus trees or through smoky tunnels of darkness,my favourite journeys are the ones i've embarked upon with my dad.16 years have taught me that the best travel pal i could ask for is my dad.And yes,I believe my dad can transform every mundane moment of a mile into a magical memory .There was this one time we had to travel right from Kolkata down to Madurai (one helluva long journey... )
;my dad and me scripted out numerous tales ideal for blockbuster movies,and played every game of cards known and understood by 7 year olds ...for hours together !!!

I realize that while rambling on ,i've quite shifted away from the original topic of my blog...but don't you see,that's the sheer beauty of journeying through anything ,you never know where you're going to end up,so my wird of advice to you would be,don't plan your journey down to every last detail .You don't have to skim through every page of Lonely Planet .Just enjoy your adventure as it comes.
The better things in life are left unsaid,or as in this case ,unplanned.

Thursday 12 April 2007

Through the Window...

Separation....it's hard.And when you realize you're on the verge of losing one of your closest friends,you know you don't want to let go...and i'm really going to miss my compaq presario pc!One of those little things you call a virus has decided to take residence in the heart of the program files...so,i guess the mother board is going to crash and goodness knows what else is going to happen ...

Welcome to my room ...a not so pleasant abode which resonates with the yells from the kids' playgrounds,filled with the fragrance of my smelly sneakers,the paths strewn with empty CD cases...yet there's one nook i perfectly love ,and that's the corner with the computer...

Welcome to my computer...not really a state-of the -art gizmo hot off the racks of tech world,but a cozy li'l thing with bright roomy Windows ,fresh colour and an ever helpful...(yeah,tad a nnoying too)Office assistant ...one touch and the lights hit your eye,the dashboard brings forth joyous tidings from fellow Yahooligans and Orkutters, the jukebox springs to life with soothing sing-alongs(uh huh,50 cent IS SOOTHING!!!)and voila!you're in E-HEAVEN(sighs wistfully)...

It all started with an unnecessary gift from the messenger service,and now all sortsa thingummajigs have started dysfunctioning and i'm simply miserable.I'm broke,which means i can't afford a clean up with the help of a software servicer,i simply can't reformat my disk,i do NOT have a cd burner which means i won't be copying any stuff i wanna save...i mean i'm in a WEB ;)


In a few days from now ,when my pc will exist only in the precarious place that is my mind,i will only have the solitary support of this laptop (Dad's ...and he's leaving in a week)...so im gonna say goodbye to the comp here....

Multitasking friend of mine,you are,
Binding me with threads to lands near and far,
My abode of recreation and rest,
My lounge where thoughts flow best...

Meant to connect to revolutions ahead,
You connected with me instead.
And now the cord can stretch no more,
Denial gives way to unvented furore...

Happy memories of memorable days,
Uncomplainedly stored away,
My universe unfolds in your spacious arms,
And now someone has set off the alarms!

Stay with me,in request i plead,
If the hours have to pass, you have to take the lead.
One last click,one last restart,
I step forward with quivering heart...

ADIOS,AMIGO!!!

Thursday 5 April 2007

REMIX...


Remixes....



Whew!I'm in a whirl! I JUST got around to listening to my cd collection after ages.I really enjoyed the flavoured ,remixed and jazzed up versions of golden oldies.Remixes are always welcome...

I remember when I participated in the Frank Anthony memorial debate competition and my partner whipped up this phrase in all of a frenzy :"old is gold,yeah...but it can't be sold."Too true.

If music in the metros exists to sell itself ,then it's got to come in a suitable package- enter the remix.!A day in the studio with the mix master (dunno what it does,just picked up the lingo)..and it comes out like it's had a Runway makeover (read The Devil Wears Prada)...there's that sizzling beat that was there in that disco song.and there's also that lilting music that ages ago,cured the insomnia you developed before math exam...



I'm simply caught up in the fabulousness of combining the old and the new so delightfully....puts me thinking...How would it be if i could remix my life!!!(grins stupidly).And hey ,while its great to be a teen,to be able to frequent multiplexes and cafes ,listen to music 24-7 ,to shop impulsively ...and explain away anything with the one line:"Hey,i'm a teen!".....I really miss going to Safari park with my dad,making dough faces with Mom,and it's not the silliness I miss,it's the sheer innocence and joy of it...so...I went into the kitchen ,with every intention of foolign around...but Mom's temper was not meant to be tested today...I was sent scampering back...uh-oh i've got myself in a time -warp here...I just can't have 2007 and 1993 together...

so..epople who've got solutions,or kind souls who have taken the H.G.Wells route...'temme what to do,meanwhile I'm just going to go and listen to some more of my cds! REMIXES AHOY,HERE I COME!!!

Tuesday 6 March 2007

F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Spare the rod and...

Ever get the feeling you need to be punished?
Well, my board exams are going on right now...and here i am blogging unconcernedly ...as if i were on a mission to prevent myself from slipping into permanent oblivion(which im not coz....HELLO!you need to HAVE a defined existence for starters...!!!)....
I know i'm going to regret this when i can't annotate any of the verses in tomorrow's paper,or prove any o f 'em theorems on Friday, but.... *sigh*im just like Jerry ...i have to eat that cheese cake...even though i know Tom and his friends are out their having a "kitty" party(pardon the pun)...
My mind knows this blog does not justify my wasting time....but I don't know it yet...;) yippee!!!

Sunday 18 February 2007

I'L HUFF AND PUFF AND BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN........

The only ever book that i've read upside down and known inside out is "the three little pigs"!I love the part where one reads about the different materials the three pigs used to build their houses ..At first,I'd just mumble"Have'nt they heard of Lego?"....but gradually I discovered that i kept on perusing that page ,and then began my obsession with architecture (i think i said bob the builder first....of course, i didnt know any two dollar words then..)

Then, when I moved from the roaring streets of Calcutta to the humid lanes of Madras,I happened to be kidnapped forcibly(i was bound by the seat belt) and taken to a buiding with beams, columns and makeshift tents...a.k.a "The annual architecture exhibition"....
and i realized that i'd found where i belong ...What began as a reluctant peep into the pages of Inside Outside , gave way to innocent questions at the may-I-help-you counter with the smiling lady,which led onto a stealthy feel of the floorings at the exhibit,and before i knew it ,i'd been there for four hours,thrown a tantrum when we had to leave ,and made my dad pinky-swear that he'd bring me back every day.....

When i was in class six ,my aunt and uncle built a lovely place of their own called "Crystal",and i remember breathlessly exploring every nook and corner of the house..that was my first inside glance at a house with a distinctive and well -planned look ,or theme, if you will,to it...the house looks like a woodland abode ..with ivy like walls, multicoloured ganeshas, leafy thingummajigs,and beautiful woodwork...

and then onwards i used to set my room everyday ,trying to project ot myself a different haven, on a lazy Saturday it would be my Hawaaian retreat... with high ceilings,mud walls ,and a pebbled patio... during the cold and rainy months ,it would be my Victorian escape in true London style -with pretty balconies and spires.... during the puja ,it would take on a traditional feel, with a low brick roof and an inner courtyard ...

When me and my gaggle (oops ;) )of friends entered middle scholl and we were asked to talk about our career interests, i listened to my friends say doctor and civilian and miss world and what not ,and i suddenly became a Chandler Bing(even Ross does't know how or where Chandler does the job he does ...remember Rachel saying "transponster'..hee hee..)...i used to be overwhelmed at the choices ...

Days and weeks have grown into months and years and my dream has grown into a vision ...i'm going to be a builder yes, that's why i've chosen the math-phy-chem combo, but to what extent i'l be an ARCHITECT in the true sense of the term, that remains to be seen....
I'm not sure of anything right now , of whether architecture is really what i've thought it is, or whether i've just painted a rosy picture on an imaginary canvas(and ......before i slip into a BLACK HOLE of plunging doubts that only Harry and his friends can rescue me from (oh....yes, i will write to Hogwarts about space exploration,believe me)....let me just say that turning earth to stone, stone to homes , and homes to havens is what i want to do ...im not going to be a Howard Roark( li'l old dreamy me does know to draw a line between fictitious glory and stark reality)... but i hope i can be a perfect version o fwhat i want to be.... so wish me good luck , people!

I'L HUFF AND PUFF AND BLOW YOUR HOUSE DOWN........

The only ever book that i've read upside down and known inside out is "the three little pigs"!I love the part where one reads about the different materials the three pigs used to build their houses ..At first,I'd just mumble"Have'nt they heard of Lego?"....but gradually I discovered that i kept on perusing that page ,and then began my obsession with architecture (i think i said bob the builder first....of course, i didnt know any two dollar words then..)

Then, when I moved from the roaring streets of Calcutta to the humid lanes of Madras,I happened to be kidnapped forcibly(i was bound by the seat belt) and taken to a buiding with beams, columns and makeshift tents...a.k.a "The annual architecture exhibition"....and i realized that i'd found where i belong ...What began as a reluctant peep into the pages of Inside Outside , gave way to innocent questions at the may-I-help-you counter with the smiling lady,which led onto a stealthy feel of the floorings at the exhibit,and before i knew it ,i'd been there for four hours,thrown a tantrum when we had to leave ,and made my dad pinky-swear that he'd bring me back every day.....

When i was in class six ,my aunt and uncle built a lovely place of their own called "Crystal",and i remember breathlessly exploring every nook and corner of the house..that was my first inside glance at a house with a distinctive and well -planned look ,or theme, if you will,to it...the house looks like a woodland abode ..with ivy like walls, multicoloured ganeshas, leafy thingummajigs,and beautiful woodwork...

and then onwards i used to set my room everyday ,trying to project ot myself a different haven, on a lazy Saturday it would be my Hawaaian retreat... with high ceilings,mud walls ,and a pebbled patio... during the cold and rainy months ,it would be my Victorian escape in true London style -with pretty balconies and spires.... during the puja ,it would take on a traditional feel, with a low brick roof and an inner courtyard ...

When me and my gaggle (oops ;) )of friends entered middle scholl and we were asked to talk about our career interests, i listened to my friends say doctor and civilian and miss world and what not ,and i suddenly became a Chandler Bing(even Ross does't know how or where Chandler does the job he does ...remember Rachel saying "transponster'..hee hee..)...i used to be overwhelmed at the choices ...

Days and weeks have grown into months and years and my dream has grown into a vision ...i'm going to be a builder yes, that's why i've chosen the math-phy-chem combo, but to what extent i'l be an ARCHITECT in the true sense of the term, that remains to be seen....
I'm not sure of anything right now , of whether architecture is really what i've thought it is, or whether i've just painted a rosy picture on an imaginary canvas(and ......before i slip into a BLACK HOLE of plunging doubts that only Harry and his friends can rescue me from (oh....yes, i will write to Hogwarts about space exploration,believe me)....let me just say that turning earth to stone, stone to homes , and homes to havens is what i want to do ...im not going to be a Howard Roark( li'l old dreamy me does know to draw a line between fictitious glory and stark reality)... but i hope i can be a perfect version o fwhat i want to be.... so wish me good luck , people!

Wednesday 10 January 2007

The "ROCKSTAR" charm..

When i first heard the term"rockstar" it seemed...magical! That one prefix which gives you the wonderful power of making people dance to your tunes (both literally and...) !I remember on laundry day ,i'd wrap the curtains around me and croon into a bottle and hit the demo key on my keyboard.....and make my mom act like a star struck fan..(poor mom,she did do the part quite well)..
When we first began doing proper literature in class 7, we were ushered into a world where to quote quotes quite quickly(pardon the alliteration) was not to sound "cliched" but to sound well read,..when i used to blow up into an undeflatable balloon of content just because i knew who Mozart was and my neighbour did'nt ...,that was when i officially crossed the toll gate and stepped into "sophisticated sistah' city.. i thought rocker chic was for the wannabes and that anybody could top the blockbuster charts if they could shout out loud.......that was when my gang of friends and me wanted to know what Beethoven's fifth (or was it the 7th?)was...


Today... i came back drop dead tired from college and hit power on the tv remote
..and up came a familiar face,a sweet smile.. a sing along tune.. a cuppa of confidence..and before i knew it ,i was waltzing in the hall..crooning into my bottle again....

yeah, i officially went back to that toll gate and jumped back into the other side today..bcoz anyone who can generate so much of fever with a few syllables is worth applauding....yes,rock is decidedly addictive..not because it's something youre supposed to dance to.. but because it's something you want to dance to!