tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-354209392024-03-06T04:36:50.771+05:30PensieveCOGITO ERGO SUMVIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-14406412397246621442011-06-11T11:57:00.000+05:302011-06-11T11:57:06.108+05:30A Healthy Dose of Amnesia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1Nz-VgxKn4o-psVs8jonTMT3OpQBCPx4-5OJtBasjX-quEFxiNT9kW7e0xoLPu48HTDGZI7YcgNyNf4aPYc6a803z1PHyl2fSrtpPW8Kyke78PuZjNJd96nCnqejydGtEQ0KBA/s1600/image.axd.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><img border="0" height="272" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1Nz-VgxKn4o-psVs8jonTMT3OpQBCPx4-5OJtBasjX-quEFxiNT9kW7e0xoLPu48HTDGZI7YcgNyNf4aPYc6a803z1PHyl2fSrtpPW8Kyke78PuZjNJd96nCnqejydGtEQ0KBA/s320/image.axd.jpeg" width="320" /></span></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe I'm </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">not</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> a dreamer,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">but I'm not the only one.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Twenty summers now,and I can tell</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The heart's been squelched,the mind has won.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">March on soldier,keep your head on</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Lest you fail to hear the beats of the drum.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foolish ponder shall not haunt you,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Trite talk cannot shake the future that is come.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">But no,wait,I must confess,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Over the drum sounds a faint cry.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">When it comes to you,I take </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A healthy dose of amnesia;I cannot lie.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I rebel against what is,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I forget the rules by which I abide.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I forget how good things don't last,</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I simply forget..when I'm by your side.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">You and I could never be,maybe.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">And yet these crazy dreams,I do not deny.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">For when it comes to you I take</span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A healthy dose of amnesia; I cannot lie.</span></span></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-54986351366539412622011-05-23T16:27:00.000+05:302011-05-23T16:27:43.724+05:30Part Deux<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Second chances.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Everybody's a criminal.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Everybody's a perfectionist.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Everybody wants second chances.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">How many of us have actually lived a life devoid of regret?We always hanker after a second chance,a second innings,if you will,where we will play bigger and better.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">What's fishy is that even though we all have this hunger for redemption within us,we're not very keen on granting others second chances.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Before you Freudians dissect this theory and declare it to be a vote against capital punishment,let me assure you that I am a simple twenty year old whose range of thought does not extend beyond my family,my friends,my home and my college;and yet,within this tiny world I live in,I see so many closed doors in place of welcoming thresholds.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">We're quick to judge and slow to forgive.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I think part of this deep rooted desire to divide the world into black and white comes from watching the infamous and typically Indian telly serials-no kidding,the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">saas bahu </span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">serials ,where the heroine is always modestly dressed in pastel colors,and the evil mistress always wears shimmery eyeshadow and bindis of gargantuan proportions (even to bed).Like my friend V says-"If it's bad,it's all bad." </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">What I'm trying to say, is that we have been conditioned to judge people by their appearances,their first lapses,or something as trivial as their choice of entertainment or their favorite color.Ok,scratch that last.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Oh,and woe betide someone who's in the Bad book.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Even if he proved be a heartwarmingly generous fuzzball later,he'd always be "the shark that didn't pay for all of us when we drunk ourselves silly on HIS birthday at the bar.Imagine.HIS birthday. Tsk. Tsk. )</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">While part of my rant maybe directed at what my friends deem a "craven" taste in music-( because I'd pick Buble over Black Sabbath any day of the week and twice on Sunday.) ,this is about so much more than social isolation and clique wars. This is about creating an atmosphere so vile that it cripples an individual's ability to be himself.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Spare us the trouble of waiting to see if you can emerge like a phoenix from the ashes,we'd rather just sweep the remains and prepare for next Sunday's barbecue.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">A second chance is something you should campaign for if </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">any</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> of these things have happened to you</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- lost a loved one over an argument</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">-fallen out with friends because of one misunderstanding</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">-been kicked out of a team because of one match you fouled up</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">-earned a bad name because of that one thing you said</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">-been put down,and unfairly so, because of that one stand you took</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">- been asked to go home even before the show began</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Chances are,</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">all</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> of these things have happened to you.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Second chances!</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">For sequels are almost always good*.</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">*The </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">almost</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> in the above sentence was inspired by a particularly melancholic afternoon spent trying to watch Superman IV.</span></span><br />
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</div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-43272539684933207742011-02-16T13:19:00.000+05:302011-02-16T13:19:36.296+05:30Khuda Jaane aka The Song Tag<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">1. If someone says "Is this okay?", you say:</span></span><br />
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2. What would best describe your personality? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Light up, light up<br />
As if you have a choice<br />
Even if you cannot hear my voice<br />
I'll be right beside you dear.</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Hey baby,hey baby hey!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Girls say,boys say hey baby,hey baby,hey!(repeats times infinity)</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i><br />
</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Yes,I get that all the time.No really.I hear Megan Fox is feeling threatened.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 16px;">5. What is your life's purpose?</span></div><div><span style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Keep holding on.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">At last,one that fits.<br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">6. What do your friends think of you?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Gardens in the Rain </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">7. What do you think of your parents?</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Jaana let's fall in love!</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Replace parents with Tom Felton. ;)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">8. What do you think about very often?</span><br />
<i> Saiyaaaaaan.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">(So much for feminism).<br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">9. What is 2+2?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>If you're not the one</i> (Lol.Well 2+2 certainly isn't one.)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">9. What do you think of your best friend?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"></span><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">10. What do you think of the person you like?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Kahin aag kage,lag jaave.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Kahin nag dase,das jaave.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Kahin gagan gire,gir jaave.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Chaahe kuch bhi ho jaaye,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Is toote dil ki peed sahi naa jaye.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">So there's a broken heart in store for me ?Perfect.Just what a skeptic needs-a bummer prediction.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">11. What is your life story?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i><br />
</i> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Main yahaan hoon,yahaan hoon,yahaan hoon,yahaaaaaaaaan. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">Heh :D</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">12. What do you want to be when you grow up?</span><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>The way you look tonight.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">(Gaah.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
<span style="line-height: 16px;">13. What do you think of when you see the person you like?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>There's gonna be one less lonely girl</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>One less lonely girl.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">(Whoa.I'm in no hurry.)<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span style="line-height: 16px;">14. What do your parents think of you?</span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; line-height: 21px;"><i>Ek din </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; line-height: 21px;"><i>Ek din teri raahon ,bah</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; line-height: 21px;"><i>on mein, </i></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial; line-height: 21px;"><i>panaahon mein,aaunga.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Err,I love you guys too. :D</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial; line-height: 16px;">15. What will you dance to at your wedding?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div><span style="font-family: arial; line-height: 16px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Yeh honsla kaise jhuke,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>ye aarzoo kaise ruke?</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Manzil mushkil toh kya (</i>Marriage.well said.)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Tanha yeh dil to kya </i>(tanha?I'm getting married,for God's sake!)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Ho!</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 16px;">6. What will they play at your funeral?</span></div><div><span style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><i>Alvin and the Chipmunks-Christmas Songs.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Aah well,at least it'll cheer em all up.<br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">17. What is your hobby/interest?</span></span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Coz I remember sharing lips with her,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>The coming weeks were to be a blur.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Huh?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Ok,moving on.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">18. What is your biggest secret?</span></span><br />
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</span><i>Tum paas aaye,yoon muskuraye,</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>tum ne na jaane kya sapne dikhaye.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Ab to mera dil,jaage na sota hain.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Kya karoon hai,kuch kuch hota hain.</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Sigh.People should just be able to read minds.Sometimes. ^_^</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">19. What do you think of your friends?</span><br />
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</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>So you never know, never never know<br />
Never know enough, 'til it's over, love<br />
'Til we lose control, system overload<br />
Screamin', "No, no, no, n-no!?</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">(Love Lockdown -Kanye West.To be fair,my friends and system overload sort of go together.)<br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">20. What should you post this as?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><i>Khuda jaane!</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">True to my word.Look at my title :)<br />
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<span style="line-height: 16px;">21. What do you think about this tag?</span><br />
<i>My love...</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">I tag <a href="http://thynameistwilight.blogspot.com/">Say</a>,<a href="http://ibabblewheniwrite.blogspot.com/">Rach</a>,<a href="http://mutterisland.blogspot.com/?zx=4f084a256b60e7b0">Nishant</a>, <a href="http://wwwambikasbureau.blogspot.com/">Ambi</a> and any other bloggers that want to do the tag.It's a free world!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Cheers.</span></div></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-25665601495144832672011-01-20T21:40:00.006+05:302011-01-20T22:01:00.958+05:30Hello Stranger<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGf0oOPCCr0bp9SZ48UVMcKBvsUYSo6GgOZgcRky91Dx0_LiN8A6ugmEiLMNOs1Q19gdyFEjixSBvEi4OYignbkkEobqjmzyeqbVGEuzKnJnehpSE-YmDEV0QNFJLKMcJ9zFpdQ/s1600/hello+stranger.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFGf0oOPCCr0bp9SZ48UVMcKBvsUYSo6GgOZgcRky91Dx0_LiN8A6ugmEiLMNOs1Q19gdyFEjixSBvEi4OYignbkkEobqjmzyeqbVGEuzKnJnehpSE-YmDEV0QNFJLKMcJ9zFpdQ/s320/hello+stranger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564304833493617282" /></a><p class="MsoNormal">Hello stranger.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">What a beautiful day.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes,I do go here.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:312.9pt">Well,it’s nice to meet you too.<span style="mso-tab-count:1"> </span><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh.Pleasure.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hello there!We meet again.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Nothing much really.Just a bit of trouble.The usual.Whatever.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why,thank you!<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No,there’s<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>really no need.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh,well if you insist.:)</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hello!How’ve you been?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sure 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seven then?<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hello,and thank you.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That was lovely.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh!Let’s get us some banana milkshakes.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well they’re my favourite too.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh no,you did not.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">You did?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Haha,well it sure was worth it<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>: )<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hey,I saved you a seat.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well,I can<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>come with you ,if you like.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No I’m not scared of walking back alone.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But you can come with me too.Not that I want you to (but I do).<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Hello!Yes,I did call you last night.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That’ s strange. <o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No,go ahead.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">No hard feelings.Really.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hello.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Long time,no see.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I beg your pardon?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Did you really just say that?<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That’s not true.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can’t believe you would hold that against me.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Fine, then.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I saved you some banana milkshake but I’m guessing you want to pass.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">...well,I was always a good guesser.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hello.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">………<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">………<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">……..<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well,bye then.I’ve got to go to…..<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh yeah,you’ve got to go too,to that….<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Cya.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">“Hel…um”.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">That was harder than I thought it would be.<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can’t believe this is it.<o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Hello,stranger.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">~~~~</p><p class="MsoNormal"><i>P.s : I just got this picture off Google search.I'm not sure if it's from a Flickr stream,but if it is,I'm sorry.Please let me know.I shall credit you or have it removed.No copyright infringement intended.</i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-28834113919771247482010-11-15T21:50:00.001+05:302010-11-15T21:53:21.215+05:30Calling all Sinners !<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlg8P_zKps1LWVvJDXG9groHrsgujEJOZAK63eB_z8R6pKknlClm101QCfTYzQk_51MSzm8SI1271RI_144U_4lYy0aTj-onmS2zlBSOS30wsEN7zzN74YR-M5sErgx-0ckHJLg/s1600/seven-deadly-sins-envy.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlg8P_zKps1LWVvJDXG9groHrsgujEJOZAK63eB_z8R6pKknlClm101QCfTYzQk_51MSzm8SI1271RI_144U_4lYy0aTj-onmS2zlBSOS30wsEN7zzN74YR-M5sErgx-0ckHJLg/s320/seven-deadly-sins-envy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539812770134660770" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; ">People turn purple with rage, red with shame, and green with envy at least once a day, and more than a handful of times a week. It’s statistically proven. Ok, maybe it’s not, but that doesn’t make it untrue, and I’m sure you could vouch for that. Shades of these emotions certainly make life more interesting, but while no one wants to lead a boring life, maybe living sinfully isn’t the solution. It’s one thing to talk about the evil effects of these …! GASP! vices, and a whole another thing to live with them.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 18px; ">Envy.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Something we’ve all befriended, ever<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>since we saw our neighbor propping his Mac Book against the dashboard of his BMW, or ever since we secretly wished we too,could put away a cheeseburger and fries along with a chocolate latte, and still look like that amazingly fit friend (everyone has one of these friends, everyone).<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif""><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Envy.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">It’s never pretty, and sometimes, it gets downright ugly. Although it might be a bit of an ego boost when you know someone secretly envies you, it’s not so much fun when above mentioned person decides to indulge in a little behind- the- back slander or _______(insert backstabbing activity of choice here). After all, ‘Greatness inspires envy, <span style="mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">envy engenders spite</span>, and spite spawns lies.’<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Unless your skin is as thick as dragon hide and you are unaffected by the petty crimes the world and its denizens commit around you, you might want to square your shoulders and learn to deal with it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Look for the good in everything, and also teach others how to do it. More often than not, green eyed monsters are usually big warm marshmallows inside, but with a baggage of low self esteem attached. Counting our blessings and remembering that each of us is unique is an amazingly simple gift we forget to give ourselves. We tend to get so involved in marking our win against the others on that giant imaginary scoreboard, that we forget that we aren’t even in a race.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">This season, we stop the sins.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">This season, we turn our wasted minutes into useful ones as we finally join that salsa class, or get that A on our report card because we’ve kept ourselves busy and wonderfully so.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">This season, we lock up our envy, and give that friend of ours a high five while falling into step beside her during her morning jog. Maybe we even pass Mr. Hotshot neighbour and his car, enroute, and flash him a smile. And just maybe, that classmate who always picked on us for being a Harry Potter nerd will ask us if we’d like to go watch Deathly Hallows: Part 1 with them next week. After all, what goes around comes around.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">This season, we shed the green.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-76572043396518620942010-11-07T17:12:00.003+05:302010-11-07T17:19:17.517+05:30Colour Me Blue<div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Everyone has a favourite colour,and most of the time,mine is blue.Here's why :</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Note : When I say blue,I mean the standard-palette-classic blue.I also like navy blue and other shades,but you know the colour that pops into your head when someone says blue?Yeah,that one.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Ok just..just go read the list.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "><li value="1" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; vertical-align: middle; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Turqoise gems are the best . Um,yes,that would make me a girl.</span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="2" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Oceans are blue.</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="3" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Dreamboats<span> </span>often have sea blue/green eyes-case in point :Tom Felton.</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="4" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blue cloudy skies look like they stretch and on forever .</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="5" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blue is bright without being obnoxious.</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="6" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Nothing says mellow like blue.</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="7" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blue is funky.Blue sneaker yay.Blue sweatshirt yay.Blue hair,ok,maybe not so much. Kate Hudson would definitely disagree.*</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="8" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >I have this theory that your soul is painted a certain colour ,one that is in sync with your personality.<span> </span>It does seem to me,that romantic souls are blue (not pink or maroon ) for reasons I can’t fathom.</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="9" style="margin-top:0;margin-bottom:0;vertical-align:middle"><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Blue is so awesome that there's an entire music genre that is its namesake .Ever saw a music section called Pinks?Naah,didn't think so. And also,God forbid.</span></span></li> </ol> <p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: 0.375in; font-size: 11pt; "> </p> <ol type="1" style="margin-left: 0.375in; direction: ltr; unicode-bidi: embed; margin-top: 0in; margin-bottom: 0in; font-size: 11pt; "> <li value="10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; vertical-align: middle; "><span style="font-size: 11pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >Even things that aren't blue like being called blue - Bands,for example,or blueberries.</span></span></li> </ol><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">Add to the list? :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px;">*Anne Hathaway dyes Kate's hair blue days before her wedding in <i>Bride Wars</i>.</span></span></div> <p style="margin:0in;margin-left:.375in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt"> </p>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-66557103190207610472010-10-27T22:29:00.002+05:302010-10-27T22:37:28.787+05:30A Fresh StartI''m burned out.I'm not tired,but I'm not exactly brimming with <i>joie de vivre</i> either.<div>I feel stale,like a baked good that has been sitting out of the fridge for too long (pardon the analogy).</div><div>I have nothing distinctly new to share with the world,and that makes me feel a little insignificant,a teeny bit invisible,and rather impatient.</div><div>I'm waiting for something big to happen...but what?That's what the goddamn problem is...I don't know,do I?</div><div>Maybe I'll wake up well rested tomorrow morning, smiling and motivated,like I'm in a musical or something.</div><div>Or maybe I'll just countdown to HP 7.Yeah,I like the sound of <i>that</i>.</div><div>Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus,but not if the Dormien-ing period is too long.Nuh-uh.</div><div>I'm ready to wake up,pal.</div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-41143921878524946202010-09-24T13:40:00.007+05:302010-09-24T14:48:29.916+05:30Pages from Summer-1<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjF6tCNWH7w0ZWA72k3xcaCnT3qmqGZGeZ7nEKDVhRYcmWTce2j5gHtEqysn7bARBYIvO5ZAbkR5kJXVTN-3oj_TuJgias8Vh8Rzhmvjk9HSA2Zut8Ta5XOxcpfRZfa9QVrSj-zQ/s1600/pages+from+summer+1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjF6tCNWH7w0ZWA72k3xcaCnT3qmqGZGeZ7nEKDVhRYcmWTce2j5gHtEqysn7bARBYIvO5ZAbkR5kJXVTN-3oj_TuJgias8Vh8Rzhmvjk9HSA2Zut8Ta5XOxcpfRZfa9QVrSj-zQ/s320/pages+from+summer+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520405566020812450" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>A while ago,<a href="http://thynameistwilight.blogspot.com/">Say</a>,<a href="http://ibabblewheniwrite.blogspot.com/">Rach</a>,and me decided to do some serious blogging regarding our favourite cities-ones we've been to and loved,and ones we'd love to be in someday.I'd planned to write an unofficial tourists' guide to Singapore,where I spent summer vacation this year,but I'm not Taurean by zodiac alone.A little on the lazy side,I think cataloging my experiences and making chronological posts about what I did there might require some nice thinking,a little free time and some spirited enthusiasm,luxuries I cannot afford right now.</div><div>What I'm going to do instead,is upload this diary entry I made at the airport,just minutes before leaving Singapore.</div><div>I'll leave you with the first post under Pages from Summer.This is my first attempt at writing a series,so wish me luck :) .And yes,also,read . :D</div><div>Warning : Goodbyes are very hard for me.There might be bits of unnecessary melodrama here and there,which you are advised to ignore.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">27 June,2010</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">8.00 A.M</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I am homeward bound,after a long vacation in Singapore.The past five weeks have been too good to be true-and now I simply cannot believe that this holiday has come to an end.</div><div style="text-align: left;">However I know that we are not to cry that it's over;instead,we must smile that it happened.</div><div style="text-align: left;">So,I shall revel in the last few minutes in this strange and wonderful land.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Changi is a starry oasis-glitzy,imposing,beckoning.</div><div style="text-align: left;">My flight has been delayed,giving me a few minutes to reflect on my trip,(something I admit I have done only fleetingly this past one month,as I was busy being thrilled to the very core)</div><div style="text-align: left;">and so...here we are.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Green.That is the first impression I had of this city.Not the verdant dark green that we see back home,but a very tropical shade of shiny,healthy,sparkly(that's not a word???What gives,Blogger?),pale green.The green stays with me,from my first view of this island town nine years ago and from ten thousand kilometres above,to my rushed cab ride to the airport this morning watching fields,lawns and road signs shoot past while devouring last midnight's blueberry muffins and today's peanut butter and toast.My last indulgence this summer.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The morning is perfect,as mornings ought to be.Grey skies.Just the way I like them.The infamous noiseless Singapore drizzles descending gently-I've become rather fond of them-besides,Bangalore's sudden storybook thunderstorms are only three hours and a few oceans away.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The airport terminals are decked with white (I think they must be) orchids..Splendid.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm wearing midnight blue. :)<br />And,I wasn't charged for the excess baggage!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The only thing that seems wrong is that I have to leave this place.Bummer.</div><div style="text-align: left;">We are well matched,this dear city and me,for what could be as perfect together as bread and cheese,</div><div style="text-align: left;">as a tropical island set in the sea and a shutterbug?</div><div style="text-align: left;">As a country of living miracles and the eternal romantic?</div><div style="text-align: left;">As a shoppers' paradise and a closet shopaholic waiting to be awakened?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Amma says,and so does Dumbledore,that it does not do good to dwell in dreams and forget to live,but here's a pickle.</div><div style="text-align: left;">What if one month of somebody else's life is your dream come true?</div><div style="text-align: left;">How do you return to living yours-cast the memories aside like a magical midsummer dream?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The guard's asking us to move to the gate.</div><div style="text-align: left;">More later.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Bye!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*************************************************************************************</div><div style="text-align: left;"> It ends there.</div><div style="text-align: left;">I was thinking of maybe doing a post or two on all the blatant gluttony I engaged in ,or the nice nature trails I spotted there.Let's see how it goes.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Cheers everyone :)</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-15333049856566777282010-09-03T12:02:00.005+05:302010-09-03T12:21:30.352+05:30GesundheitHaving the flu puts the dampers on nice long weekends.I just finished my first set of internals and was looking forward to some quality me time.Well,my nasty cold hasn't stopped me from living the nap -snack -read cycle,but what it has done is banish all splendid fancies of early morning jogs in huge gardens and bouts of listlessness lovingly nourished by floating about aimlessly in the pool.<div>Darn you flu,fly away asap.</div><div><br /></div><div>My to do to mend to buy list is getting longer and longer,and I fear the time has come to get my bottom off the couch and hit the city's burgeoning markets again.I love shopping,but I hate planning,or making budget lists ( saving is an icky word!)...alas,I'm no Trump,so I'll have to scour the streets for a good bargain,and all of this simply cannot be done when a stupid little cold and fever come a-visiting.</div><div><br /></div><div>There are a lot of benefits to being les sick invalid though,and I'm milking it for all it's worth.Breakfast in bed , delicious "for the convalescing" meals ,cherished books and dvds are making their way to yours truly.Additionally,Mom,me and my Nani got around to listening to some Carnatic music that my uncle gifted my mom for her birthday last week,and rounds of banana milkshakes helped digest the whole thing...quite a decent morning,I must say.</div><div><br /></div><div>Waiting to return to my normal hyperactive self though,and unleash the Tarzan within! :)</div><div><br /></div><div>Happy weekend,y'all!</div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-28917407745560850302010-08-24T17:39:00.004+05:302010-08-24T18:55:36.639+05:30My personal Goddess...is my mother.<br /><br />Come this Thursday,she will be celebrating her 53rd birthday!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4OW83-2x5c67OmJLCCkybbzX5K_aqUaTgETXHlf2yUPX8nx83JBi0045zZFEdYlitVbHBMHPI-N51yB6cnjDRY3WX5cpiqYgdQf_1MMZ5usEIKZg71Raa-Vfh027PFoNw9ki9w/s1600/Birthday-Cake-Balloons.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4OW83-2x5c67OmJLCCkybbzX5K_aqUaTgETXHlf2yUPX8nx83JBi0045zZFEdYlitVbHBMHPI-N51yB6cnjDRY3WX5cpiqYgdQf_1MMZ5usEIKZg71Raa-Vfh027PFoNw9ki9w/s320/Birthday-Cake-Balloons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508963925878420914" border="0" /></a> <br /></div><br /> <br /><br />I intended to write her a lovely blog post on her birthday,combining my love to celebrate other people's birthdays and the need to do something light and fun on my blog for once (ask <a href="http://www.thynameistwilight.blogspot.com/">Say</a> and<a href="http://ibabblewheniwrite.blogspot.com/"> Rach</a> ,they'll vouch for the Saawariya-esqueness of this blog,and that's not the best thing to be, really).However,in a world where nasty internal exams and annoying tests ..and procrastination abound,one can never do anything too soon,and so I find myself celebrating Mom's birthday earlier than I'd planned with all you lovely people in Blogsville. :)<br /><br />This one's for my one talisman,my personal favorite Goddess,my Amma.You are awesome because<br /><br />1)You <span style="font-style: italic;">accept</span> me the way I am-moody,silly,angsty,extra cheerful,or at my emo best.*Terms and Conditions never apply.<br /><br /><span>2)You</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> support</span> my identity,you help carry the weight of it..and when I wear an extremely gaudy and ridiculous gift wrapping ribbon on my hair and pose for the cameras,you take a picture and look at it adoringly. :|<br /><br />3)You <span style="font-style: italic;">provide</span> for me-and not just in the Earth mother kind of way yknow. Not to belittle The World's Best Dosa you make,or your perfectly seasoned <a href="http://www.tastypalettes.com/2008/01/mor-kali.html">Morekali</a> served with double pyaar (that's a family adjective,btw :D ) , but the way you meet my every little need,and most of my little wants, simply overwhelming.I applaud you,because God knows shopping for indecisive teenage girls needs talent. <br /><br />4)You <span style="font-style: italic;">share </span>with me.We can exchange gossip updates,discuss favorite bits of poetry and how not to forget to watch award shows on TV, indulge in some lighthearted bitching (what?It's good for the soul :D ),and what not.You are my BFF and hangout buddy. I love that I can watch the Sound of Music,Mary Poppins,the Devil Wears Prada,Kal Ho Naa Ho,DDLJ,and Alaipayuthey with you a gazillion times,and yet you do not sigh when I recite the dialogues along with the hero/heroine at breakneck speed. I love that you lend a ear to my ahem..musical renditions..err :D ,attempt to make sense of my muddled creations,and dance with me to Marriage of Figaro when I play it on whimsical evenings,and do outrageous things that we can snort about later.<br /><br />5)You<span style="font-style: italic;"> guide</span> me.Through times of darkness,and into the light.I don't know what I'd do without you,you great ol' cuddly angel. You give some scary ass lectures,but you make up for them with the best Good Morning hugs ever.<br /><br /><br />6)You <span style="font-style: italic;">inspire</span> me.Your thoughts,opinions,decisions,gestures,your kind little ways,your anecdotes,your sarcasm, your belief in the power of sincere hope and prayer,even your childish rejection of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Felton">Tom Felton</a> (though I do love him so..dear me..:P ),everything you do...<br /> teaches me a little something about the world.<br /><br />7)You <span style="font-style: italic;">love</span> me like no one ever could.I can always be The Princess with you,and that one tiara I'll always want to wear,like a tattoo etched into my skin.When Monica tells her two baby boys that she'll <span style="font-style: italic;">"love you so much no woman will ever be good enough for you"</span>,she surely took a leaf out of your book! :)<br /><br /> Here's to one dear little woman nestled in a corner of India,a woman with amazing strength and unconscious grace,and a will to change the world and learn to make the perfect Garlic Bread.<br /><br /><ul><li> SRK</li><li>Deewana Hua Baadal</li><li>Roshagullas from Muh Mishti</li><li>birthday cakes shaped like cricket pitches and the Powerpuff girls</li><li>Cab rides to everywhere</li><li>The Big Fat Pancake and other stories</li><li>Impromptu photoshoots</li><li>Dedications written while gifting books</li><li>"Cornflakes Milk" @ 11 p.m</li></ul><br />and a world of other things will always remain special to me,and you know why, Amma.<br /><br />Thank you.Have a wonderful birthday,and a great life ahead.More power to you,and lots of sunshine as well.<br />Cheers and hugs from the daughter.<br />:)VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-43233270265671907132010-08-10T01:05:00.005+05:302010-08-10T01:44:25.754+05:30Teach me how to Be.Taureans don't like change.<div>It's true.Even the corny zodiac coffee mugs say so.</div><div><br /></div><div>And yet I have battled my inhibitions to change....for you.</div><div>And now that you do not want me anymore,I do not know to change back.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have lived to dream ,now I dream, I wish,I yearn to live.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is funny how you think you're having the worst day ever,and suddenly,what you've been waiting for happens.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's not so amusing though,when you have prepared for, rehearsed,anticipated,and waited for today,only to find out that today wasn't what you thought it would be at all.Sometimes it bums you out.Sometimes you brush it off and prepare,you dreamer you,for tomorrow.</div><div><br /></div><div>What if you don't know what to think anymore?</div><div>Or what to say,or do,for that matter.</div><div><br /></div><div>For better for worse.I see a pattern there.It feels like every single time I try to become your idea of a better person,I end up alienating you a little more.I'm driving you away,one improvement at a time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have tried and tried,and <i>tried</i>,but those smiles you bestow are harder to earn than a pleasant afternoon in May.Or a warm December night.</div><div><br /></div><div>It's easy to be evil.</div><div>I do Ridiculously Happy once in a while too.</div><div>Tears drop thick and fast,occasionally,without waiting to be bid upon to do so.</div><div>I can manage to be humorous and funny every now and then.</div><div><br /></div><div>You obviously can't stand any of this though,can you?</div><div>How then,ought I to be?</div><div><br /></div><div>So I ask what is rightfully mine..a lesson from you.</div><div>Teach me how to Be.</div><div><br /></div><div>Teach me just how to Be to be so I can attempt,yet again,to be one of the people you accommodate so easily in your life.</div><div><br /></div><div>Teach me how to Be,so I can reassure myself that I'm not working in vain here,and that acceptance will come,someday or the other.</div><div><br /></div><div>Teach me to Be,for I don't remember how to anymore.</div><div>You are my undoing;surely you owe me this much?</div><div><br /></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-9257734979768489192010-07-11T11:42:00.003+05:302010-07-11T12:07:15.770+05:30Of beauty and such.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFtRCmvNqxBuensGSRS-1Kecxa3v_euHXsRWRt8LSvpVEP8wnSITUpsmnsM0FuIqQrPh5ZKmFTasFnipsjmHf2IBN7du2MZ6Dp2Bqw-_dYZXD8Sx0Un700BG96PPgcOpE_fL_-Q/s1600/ballet-300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdFtRCmvNqxBuensGSRS-1Kecxa3v_euHXsRWRt8LSvpVEP8wnSITUpsmnsM0FuIqQrPh5ZKmFTasFnipsjmHf2IBN7du2MZ6Dp2Bqw-_dYZXD8Sx0Un700BG96PPgcOpE_fL_-Q/s320/ballet-300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492533866296712162" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Forms <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>are<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>many and beauty is one.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Beauty<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>that is eternal,perfect even when undone.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We all crave beauty,so much it is true,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For whoever wrote a sonnet for a bad tempered shrew?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Or a<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>twenty page thesis on badly written prose?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>turns away from beauty that is tangible,that is close?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Helpless in our addiction to perfection are we.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I admit I like,in my garden , a well pruned tree.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yes,I<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>revel in writing under unruly oaks,mostly,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>putting that in my backyard’s quite a task,don’t you see?</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Pictures of orphaned kids doth make the heart bleed.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Whose pictures do you Like though,who’s tweeting up your feed?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We all enjoy bouts of temporary divinity,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then resort we must to normal comforting insanity.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Quite the liar I am when I preach.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Damn.I even want my verse<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>in sizes of four lines each.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Who isn’t guilty of liking beauty? Why talk of blame?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Beauty is<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>the drug,quite the rule of the game.</p>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-21578475545817874322010-05-16T18:45:00.002+05:302010-05-16T18:47:28.833+05:30Thought for the day # 4 aka Truth and LiberationVeritas Vos Liberabit.<br />The truth shall set you free.VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-61297032812024938692010-05-11T12:27:00.003+05:302010-05-11T12:37:40.553+05:30HAPPY 105TH ! :)I owe an apology to my loving ,ever receptive space in Blogville.My blog,my only ,The Pensieve.<br />I'm generally one for celebrating every occasion ,be it a weekend,my friend's birthday,December 31st,or the fact that I found my phone after having nearly lost it (yes,again).<br />Somehow though,I've missed out blog birthdays,and other such blog affiliated paraphernelia. I thought I'd celebrate 100 posts,but Blogger tells me I already have 104 of these babies.<br />So ok then, * draws biiig breath *....<br />HAPPY 105TH POST!<br /><br />'I solemnly swear I am upto no good.'Nor is Pensieve here. :D<br />Throwing loadsa blog lou around ! :)<br /><br />Love your blogs people.Take pleasure in the little comments,stick your tongue out at the nasties that occasionally show up, fill it with music and your thoughts.<br /><br /><em>Coz,quite plainly,no one else is waiting to fill their space with your crap.:P</em><br />Cheers!VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-42554418985741345182010-05-01T11:39:00.005+05:302010-05-01T12:02:31.607+05:30I belong with the Flintstones.I know that teenagers are supposed to remain un-fazed by technology,but hello!You just hopped onto the blog of the exception.<div>I'm not saying I don't like impressive new gadgets.It's just that I'll need more than a user manual and a crappy customer service agency to figure out how to get it working.</div><div><br /></div><div>Which is why I like MS Powerpoint,and Post its on my dresser's mirror.</div><div>And good ol'd email,or maybe even posted letters,if more people cared to send em around.<br /><br /></div><div>I do like Facebook,it's true,and may have borderline OCD about checking my updates everyday,but since when has FB been the new kid on the block?!Old news right?</div><div><br /></div><div>I like it when people call me to tell me something important,rather than sending a teeny lil text that screams IMPORTANT on its first line.</div><div><br /></div><div>I simply can't wake up to an alarm clock.I never hear it,honestly,I don't see how anyone expects a tinny, shrill,possibly ultrasonic weird noise to rouse them from the deepest REM cycles.</div><div>I need a human to jolt me awake,and oh,if you have a cup of tea in your hands awaiting,brownie points for you :)</div><div><br /></div><div>I love watching reruns and old movies,speaking of which,I also do not watch movies online if I can avoid it.</div><div>I like my 3 hour sappy surprises in the cinema halls or at least playing on my tv in the bedroom.</div><div><br /></div><div>Salads with a generous drizzle of olive oil are yummy indeed,but I''d rather grab a bowl of curd rice and pickle instead of a low fat wrap.</div><div><br /></div><div>There's something about the comfort of an old blanket that a new pashmina bedsheet can never achieve.</div><div>Old possessions do bring a lot of bliss,and that's the reason I hardly ever clean out my closet.'De cluttering' is a nasty little word.</div><div><br /></div><div>Like Phoebe says,they(I mean the old stuff,can you try to keep up?!) remind me of a simpler time,and that's a good thing right? :)</div><div><br /></div><div>PS-I'm blogging a lot nowadays.Wonder why that is ?I have a lot to say to world,apparently.</div><div>Hope you're listening.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cheers!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-26961037862511655142010-04-30T16:09:00.005+05:302010-04-30T16:51:10.791+05:30Random Tag :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 20px; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Picked this tag up from</span><a href="http://fullonbakwaas.blogspot.com/2009/08/tagged.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Shanu's</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> place while I was indulging in some random blog hopping!</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Enjoy (or not ..but.. you'll have to read to know that ,won't you?)</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Read on!</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">1.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Grab the book nearest to you, turn on page 18 and find line 4. </span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> "Come to think of it,maybe I don't need three pairs of boots." </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> - </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Shopaholic Abroad,TheShopaholic Series,<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">by</span> Sophie Kinsella.</span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></i></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">2.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">S</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">tretch your left arm out as far as you can & catch air?</span></b></span></span></i></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yep.Nothing else around!</span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">3.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What is the last thing you watched on TV?</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Uh oh.I can't remember!!I rarely watch the telly these days because it's getting pretty yawn inducing.Maybe I'm not watching the right channels. :P</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Without looking, guess what time it is?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">4 p.m.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">5.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Now look at the clock, what is the actual time?</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> 4.08 pm.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Cool!I have an inbuilt body clock (which apparently doesn't function when you want to get up early for a bit of exam mugging).</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">6.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></span></b></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">W</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">ith the exception of the computer, what can you hear</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">?</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Birds chirping-there's a huge flowering tree across the street :) ,</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">my maid dusting some cushions,</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the voices in my head (no don't leave.i'm no freak.i like to freak people out.i also like uncapitalized sentences.)...</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">7.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When did you last step outside? What were you doing?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Last evening.I was sitting on the swings in the park and chatting with a friend.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">8.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Before you started this Q&As, what did you look at?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I'm assuming you meant 'look at 'online,coz otherwise ,a question like that would probably elicit really silly answers(not that it ain't doing that otherwise..still).To answer the question,I was looking at this funny funny site I came by,called </span><a href="http://theoatmeal.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Oatmea</span></a><a href="http://www.oatmeal.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">l</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">. Check it out,it's a laugh!</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">9.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What are you wearing?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A black and maroon top and sweatpants.</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">10.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When did you last laugh?</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A minute ago.Again,thanks to Oatmeal. :) Wow,I'm really plugging this site,aren't I?No I don't work for it/them/whatever.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">11.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What is on the walls of the room you are in?</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A lamp,a portrait,nails,plug sockets,photos,y'know ...the usual suspects.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">12.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Seen anything weird lately?</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yea..look in the mirror pretty often,I do.LOL.Sorry, lame sense of humor and a need for self depreciation,do not,a good joke make.Clearly!</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">13.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What do you think of this quiz?</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It eez my savior!!I was getting bored to death.Yea,sorry Oatmeal,despite all the funny you've got. :|</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">14.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What is the last film you saw?</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hmm...HP5 ..did one of those HP movie marathons.I do OD on Harry Potter a fair bit,and I like it :)</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do you?</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">15.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If you became a multimillionaire overnight, what would you buy?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Woohoo!A house in Paris,Tom Felton (kiddin :P ), gifts for everyone I know,a grand piano,a convertible,ok let's stop before it becomes a full blown catalogue with links,pictures et al! :D</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">16.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tell me something about you that I dunno!</span></b></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Hmm ok.I'm weird.Wait,you </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">knew</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> that,dintcha?</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ok... I'm left handed.<br /><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">17.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If you could change one thing about the world, regardless of guilt or politics, what would you do?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Poverty.I wish no one had to worry about where their next meal was coming from.Also,I'd make people less superficial (is there a mutant superficial gene?God,I hope Evolution gets rid of it!).</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">18.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Do you like to dance?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Very much :).Not so much with an audience though.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">19.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Imagine your first child is a girl, what do you call her?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tara!</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">20.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Im</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">agine your first child is a boy, what do you call him?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Aryan!<br /><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">P.S.-regular blog readers ought to have known the answers to these 2 questions.</span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">21.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Would you ever consider living abroad?</span></b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If abroad=London or New York,then yes,I would. :) Oui!</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">22.</span></b><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> </span></b></span></span></span><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What do you want GOD to say to you when you reach the pearly gates?</span></b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ok,get your silver tiara and attachable wings on and let's partayy!</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That's all folks! :)</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Tune in later!</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 7.6pt; margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in; line-height: 12.9pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></p></span></span></span>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-16552243510980954552010-04-27T14:24:00.001+05:302010-04-27T14:27:01.652+05:30Value based education :the whats,the whys,and more<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Education.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">One word, whose presence or absence in one’s life can dramatically alter his/her destiny.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Education.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Widely accepted as the art of elevating its receptors from ignorance to awareness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Education.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">A device meant to teach young students how not to merely exist or survive, but to live.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Alright.Alright.I’ll stop with the definitions.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Assuming then, that we indeed live in a world where everyone knows what education means, <i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">why </i>is it that in this same world, education needs to be specifically described as “value based”? Surely the concept of value is so integral to education that one could not possibly dream of an education system without it!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">However, discussions on the relative merits of value based education systems abound, leading one to realize the gravity of the situation the world of academia finds itself in.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif""><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>A value based education system, simply put, is one that aims to inculcate moral and ethical skills in students, besides enriching their knowledge. Values lend purpose and direction to knowledge, much like oars do to a sailing boat, leading to a holistic development of the human mind.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Ah, <b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">human</i></b>. Possibly one of the most abused words in the entire dictionary.Abused, because being human is easily overlooked definitely underrated. To be human, one must learn to recognise the true spirit of humanity. To do so, one must be acquainted with values that instruct one on how to develop oneself so that he could truly be part of a harmonious, progressive liberal, and just society.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">This is where value based education systems come in. By combining formal education with virtues like impartiality, compassion, non violence and freedom of thought, and life skills like good leadership, emotional maturity, perceptiveness and independence, a value based education <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>endeavours to create a better society.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">In this one little world, many worlds of terrorism, corruption and injustice thrive. Why? Is it because the perpetrators of these problems are unintelligent? No, it is because they failed to understand how to put this precious intelligence to good use. Knowledge is but a double edged sword.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">We must act,and act right!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">The debates about curriculum can wait,the firm etching of values on these souls must come first.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">The surgeries can wait,the medicine must come first.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">A pen,a sword,a stethoscope,an axe, a paintbrush,or even a gaming console,take your pick.What you must possess though,is the ability to ensure that your actions uphold the unspoken law of morality,and achieve what we may call,an honest success.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">I quote my hero,Dumbledore.<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">In times of darkness, one must simply remember to bring in the light.<o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Roughly translated to Mugglespeak,this means :<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">Students<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>must be introduced to both<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>the theory and the practice<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>of<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>leading a value based life. This would translate to learning and imbibing values, and<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>participating in social service, donation camps, character<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>building workshops, self introspection and myriad such activities of the like,for how oft is it said,we are what we do!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">In today’s youth ,we must reaffirm values that will help prevent the misuse of technology, that will break any existing<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>barriers of race and faith, that will help encourage fairness of opportunity, that will<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>protect the environment, that will <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>help retain the <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>inherent wisdom of the ancients and paint us a better tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif""><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"">So make a change. Embrace your values. Pink Floyd did ask, why be another ‘<i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">brick in the wall’</i>?<o:p></o:p></span></p>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-50964315209791983772010-04-25T19:10:00.003+05:302010-04-25T19:19:20.753+05:30Why I read<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJxqQs7Pk6MI1yJ25bITSnlRVZDkSMkmfIHgpRZwMdDofPDINsb70qWWbMdN4SEaXZFYX_mpOUY9J1KI7glBs6ym-54icITwFDV0de7UMd1gxJypzotlVcq9IR2r8ZESsM4Nj5w/s1600/book.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJxqQs7Pk6MI1yJ25bITSnlRVZDkSMkmfIHgpRZwMdDofPDINsb70qWWbMdN4SEaXZFYX_mpOUY9J1KI7glBs6ym-54icITwFDV0de7UMd1gxJypzotlVcq9IR2r8ZESsM4Nj5w/s320/book.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464070899841346562" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Spin me some fantastic tale.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Let me escape the mundane world,just for a little while.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Worry and regret claw at my door,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">but don’t worry,I’ve<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>latched it <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>real tight for now.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you’ve only an hour,</p><p class="MsoNormal">tell me a sweet story about a little girl in pink who gathered yellow daisies by the brook in Box Hill.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you have two,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">recite an ode or two<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>for <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>the braveheart who<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>salvages storms and hungry nights while he guards a lonely border.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If you have three,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">make them an eternity,</p><p class="MsoNormal">as you narrate a saga of love, light, life and death,woven mysteriously into one soft blanket,</p><p class="MsoNormal">that descends on me... swift and powerful.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">For<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>butter and bread may save our stomachs,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">But 'tis<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>the tales that will save our minds,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">our souls;</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And from the very depths of imagination,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">ignite the sparks to create a world so magical,so arresting,</p> <p class="MsoNormal">that one wishes to dwell within its realms forever.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So then,</p><p class="MsoNormal">Make it a grand tale.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Make it a story.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Make it a good one.</p>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-11794315049394620842010-04-16T23:01:00.003+05:302010-04-16T23:02:52.687+05:30Thought for the day # 3 a.k.a Misnomers<blockquote>You are my melody.You are my lullaby.You are my dirge.<br /></blockquote>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-81993582865937321902010-04-12T18:32:00.004+05:302010-04-12T18:52:55.055+05:30In pursuit of happyness...?We all love it.We all need it.We all seek it.<br />Happiness is that one thing that sometimes eludes us as disciplinedly as garbage chuckers in India avoid dustbins.<br />Odd,isn't it,how happiness seems to get harder and harder to find as we grow up?<br />Coincidence?<br />I think not.<br /><br />I remember,as a kid,when my dad was posted in Calcutta, (yes not<em> Kolkata</em> yet) and trips to the South could be made only once in a year;we would gather our mattresses and suitcases and board the train to Madras(bcoz somehow,all Tamilians <em>have </em>to go to Madras : ).<br />More often than not,we stayed at this little motel called Tourist Home,which was nestled in its own cozy corner,right opposite the Egmore Railway Station.I don't quite remember who made the decision to stay there everytime.I never questioned it,though.<br />It was one of the truths of my 7 year old life.<br />I always enjoyed the stay at Tourist Home.It was our family's thing! :)<br />We would trundle up the hotel to one of the rooms on top after the train deposited us in the early hours of the a.m. Then,after a quick shower with Hamam soap (yes,another one of those "must do,don't ask why" things) we would all rush down to an early bird breakfast.I always ate <em>Dosa</em>.Wow,I sound like a fussy little kid .don't I ?But no,I wasn't. really.I merely loved <em>dosas </em>way too much.<br />Dad would always eat a variety (and a lot) of things for breakfast while Mom would cast murderous looks at him,whilst he unconcernedly told the waiter exactly how he wanted his <em>oothappam</em> to be made.:D<br />My <em>Nani</em>,on the other hand,was an absolute delight.She was my playmate,whom I most definitely drove to boredom with my never ending stories,and yet she listened.Always.Uncomplainingly.<br />And this was only breakfast. :)<br /><br />Relax.I'm not going to narrate the entire itenary here.I do want to mention those evenings though.If we weren't at the beach,then I would perch myself near the window and gaze longingly at the huge white-grey domes that topped the station,and watch both the noisy pigeons that flew atop it,and the noisy crowd that jostled beneath it.<br />I would count the number of train whistles I heard,and I'd feel strangely happy each time my tally increased.:D<br />My point being,it was so easy to be happy then.Easy,effortless even.<br />Now,it's a whole another story.I have lived for eighteen years now,and I suppose I must have gotten wiser,but I still don't know what exactly happiness is and where and how one must seek it.<br />So,for now,after a whole evening of some soul searching,I declare ...<br />Happiness is a day at Tourist Home.<br />Later .<br />:)VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-54014830674027055362010-04-10T10:44:00.003+05:302010-04-10T10:46:33.391+05:30Time to rhyme ? a.k.a thought for the day # 3Melancholy brings with it,the poet.<br />Atleast in my case.<br />Wonder why that is?VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-80782565259832103462010-03-16T15:53:00.004+05:302010-03-16T16:09:16.083+05:30On friendship<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMuXiqvWYz17xOKDxx-AvDOqd0e50KvzQhErWPWsizFJiRz4Y83b_bH80MJE_cwzAHQG_x9MnlMf_7xUHjzqkZ4_e7cpqlB1YL87GjbjkjiABW5CeFN8BFR8sJ_UMLZTmPGIjHA/s1600-h/calvin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMuXiqvWYz17xOKDxx-AvDOqd0e50KvzQhErWPWsizFJiRz4Y83b_bH80MJE_cwzAHQG_x9MnlMf_7xUHjzqkZ4_e7cpqlB1YL87GjbjkjiABW5CeFN8BFR8sJ_UMLZTmPGIjHA/s320/calvin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449177306414497746" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Friendship is a concept everyone has an opinion on.<br />And rightly so. While the comforts of luxury are not everyone’s privilege, a good friend is everyone’s birthright.<br />Or is it?<br />Sometimes, we find that certain people tend to make friends rather easily.<br />Some of us call them outgoing.<br />Some call them fun.<br />Some of us ,with a case of sour grapes, are content to label them social whores.<br />When you ask yourself why a certain person makes friends almost everywhere, pat comes the reply “ Just the vibe they’ve got”.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I mean, if you needed that vibe to make friends, that just nullifies the whole concept of your friends being there for you despite your personality (or lack of it thereof ) , doesn’t it?<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Assuming that you’re lucky enough to have a few really good friends, whom you get to see on a frequent basis, answer me this?<br />What kind of friends do you make? Do you have different categories?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />The party friends…the ones good for a drink, a party, and a night out,...whenever you want it.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The mellow ones, whom you can share a cuppa and redecorate your room with.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />The intellectuals, who are perfectly at home discussing music and will not regret spending a good hour arguing the merits of the latest bestseller with you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />The cushioners,who always have a friendly shoulder, a sympathetic smile, and a duvet on which you can camp the night, when the world does a gloomy on you.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Or are your friends a wonderful amalgam of all these shades, rolled into one brilliant and original combo,<br />people you would give your right arm and leg for,<br />souls you’re so relieved to have found ,that you’d never let 'em go ? :)<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What if you had to let go?<br />What would you do then?<br />Would you resign yourself to endless hours of Skype,frequent travels,the occasional email,<br />and look around in other places and settle for a little more accessible,albeit less cherished friendship?<br />Pardon me if I’m wrong, but friendship requires more than a friendly face and a clean parole record.<br />Much like love, friendship requires certain chemistry. If it didn’t, the whole world would be one big ridiculously happy family.Not that that’s a bad thing. Or not. <i>Whatever</i>.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">What if letting go was too painful to handle? Would you choose to live in a dream, and end up completely cranky and disillusioned when the dream ends (oh and it will).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Maybe I'm being a bit of a damper.<br /><br />Maybe friendship doesn’t require this much thinking over. Maybe it should be more light hearted, with a lot more <i>je ne sais quoi</i> and a lot less of “what if” and” but”.<br /><br />What then, is the secret to a wonderful friendship, and how did it reveal itself to you?<br /><br />Like they say, the world’s a stage,and everyone’s a poet ! Expound your theories please,your friends await your presence on the dais,one hand clutching a coffee,and the other,holding a barf bag.<br />Because they know you. :D :p<br /><br /><blockquote>“A friend hears the song in my heart and sings it to me when my memory fails."— Anonymous</blockquote><br /><br />P.S –The above post was written when I was half asleep.Just pounded out everything that came to mind out on my keyboard.Feel free to wade through the rambles and share your opinions :)</span></span><br /></div></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-58720161546685120462010-03-13T14:04:00.002+05:302010-03-13T14:10:08.684+05:30UpdateThis is just to say that so far,12345 people have come by this blog! (12345..really do like that number :) )<div>Love you people-->readers,friends,relatives,people whom I <s>forced </s></div> sweet talked into visiting,fellow bloggers,and the random people in the universe who've chanced upon this space!<div>Thanks guys!You fuel me.Keep visiting :-)</div><div><br /></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-16041321704622613092010-03-10T22:54:00.003+05:302010-03-10T23:04:55.686+05:30Thought of the day #2 a.k.a Recipe for a SmileEverything tells you a story.<div>Like your iPod, for your instance.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tell you what?</div><div><br /></div><div>1)Switch to the shuffle mode on your player.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>2)Jot down stuff abut the first song that you listen to and like ,or just dwell on it.</div><div><br /></div><div>3)Think about when you first heard the song,when you first fell in love with it,who the source was(Youtube,Ryan Seacrest,THE Music Obsessed Maniac friend everyone seems to have),when you first grew sick of it,and when you came back to it,like the prodigal son,and the song took you right back in its wake,engulfing you like always, within its magic.</div><div><br /></div><div>4)Let it fill your head,your heart,your soul(not for those "omg that's what happened to me" breakup songs we all have and cry over though!).</div><div><br /></div><div>5)Watch it work its way through you..and you'll be smiling in no time!</div><div><br /></div><div>Try it now,if you'd like,and comment and telll me what you thought of!K?</div><div><br /></div>VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35420939.post-92095593543846895732010-03-07T21:11:00.004+05:302010-03-07T22:08:27.773+05:30Fast fading.We're a cliche,you and me.<br />A habit done to death.<br />A song on the last note.<br />The strains are fast fading,come quick,<br />And maybe,we can sing along for one last time.<br /><br />We're a story,you and me.<br />Deliciously unpredictable.<br />Yet,how ironic,that we must end how most stories end,<br />Quietly.No fanfare.A clean break.<br />A few sniffles.<br />Maybe,for old times' sake,we share a cuppa,for one last time?<br /><br />We're old news,you and me.<br />The magic ain't there no more.<br />Or maybe,they make better fireworks in the world nowadays.<br />Whatever.But before the small talk sets in,<br />Surely we can grant us one last conversation,for one last time?<br /><br />One last time just slipped away,didn't it?Or did it?VIDYAhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08047472414184886540noreply@blogger.com2