Enroute

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

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

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

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

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

Through the Window...

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

ADIOS,AMIGO!!!

REMIX...

Remixes....



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

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

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



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

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

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!