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

Spare the rod and...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The "ROCKSTAR" charm..

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


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

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

Farewell to a friend..

FAREWELL TO A FRIEND
The king was harsh,the heat scorched my face,
It was the reign of the sun,relief was not to be faced,
the fiery truth blinded me,I couldnt see beyond,
I refused to accept the absence of a friend so fond.

Opened the latch ,with dreams of balmy air
That was so often there, but now seemed so rare.
No wind greeted my disappointed stare,
No cool blankets where i could hide my despair.

The afternoon was hot and friendless,as it was meant to be,
Zephyrous gusts, were thy once there for me?
My heart had sung with the promise of a friend.
But what had seemed like a start was really the end.

My friend wasn't one who'd crave for a shopping spree,
She wasn't one who'd jog a mile and climb a tree,
She was one who's advice i d get for free,
Fate told me today, 'There's going to be a fee".

Misery seems to have seeped in through the window sill,
Making the warm air even blazing still.
But i don't have time to regret or amend,
I have to head out to bid goodbye to a friend.

Why adults don't like cartoons.........

Well,i am not going to say much because my head is already sore from thinking about this...it was just a squabble with a friend that set me thinking. I remember the good old days when i was in third grade( im referring to the good old times before cartoon network didnt become a giant advertisement board)...and i used to watch "The Mask" series.... perhaps the reason why it appealed to me was because of its sheer contrast to reality...an unreal setting with unreal ideas about metamorphosing into someone else........ and I adored it as much as my older cousins scorned it. But after eleven,when my range of focus finally shifted away from cartoon network , i began to wonder why more people could'nt identify with this series... seeing that they themselves emulated the core concept of "the mask" quite often.I mean ,they do have an array of identities that are on display at the workplace,the house,the clubhouse and so on...............

The more i thought about it, the surer i was of the fact...the reason why most adults don't enjoy cartoons isn't because they dont have anything in common with these bizarre characters..it's because they have much too much in common.Instead of growing saner and more resigned to accepting reality,adults find it tougher to adjust to change, harder to admit they're wrong, and herculean to manage their tempers. When they watch cartoons, with sinking dismay and grudging acceptance, they recognize that part of them that just wants to say"Nanananananaaaaaaaaaaaah!"So...excuse me if i sound like the little prince from the asteroid,but really ,what's your take?