Tuesday, May 01, 2007
do be do be do....
Sometimes useless musings lead to useful explanations,i believe.Recently i read this quote/phrase/line on a tee shirt. It read:
To be is to do
To do is to be
do be do be do..
As i read this i laughed, thinking of Frank Sinatra and his "doobey doobey doooo". But ever since then, its clung on to me, my mind, for a while until i understood the actual 'philosophy' behind it.Its quite true and pretty simple to understand.Its something that none of us can deny and something which none of us can escape.Its true isn't it that all of us are here for a purpose,first we find the purpose and then work towards achieving it.All of us exist to do something , even even if you argue in support of the useless and those who can do nothing, i'd say you have to 'be' useless to be able to 'do' nothing!But this is not really true of anyone of us , all of us are the unlucky souls "blessed" to be able to do something! It'd would be a huge honour for me i know, to meet someone as worthless as one can be!They're a rare species though, but if earth's lucky and we're lucky , maybe there still exists someone of that kind. Its so easy to just say "Am jobless, i have nothing to do!" But we never really find ourselves say the actual thing "Am useless, i have nothing to do!"-this is a statement true to itself.
You must have noticed why it isn't possible to interchange the lines quoted above, its as simple as simple can get. One must exist first to do, were not talking about the immortals, am talking about the mortals like you and me.You'd agree with me on that i suppose.Talking in general , when we cease to exist we automatically cease from doing, leave aside all emotional and psychological factors therefater.
"Been there, done that!"-we hear people say that as a momentary statement, maybe all the souls departed, scream aloud those exact same words,leaving aside the levels of worthiness/unworthiness in their actions.The point is they've 'be'-en and 'do'-ne it!
Sometimes somethings appear to be so hard (like shakespeare's writings) but you wake up one day only to realise that those were the most simplest things that you 'ceased' to understand . The joy of realisation is beyond everything, it is the only most frightening thing that one can rejoice at.Live everyday like there will be no other day as today, as tomorrow, as ever!
To be is to do
To do is to be
do be do be do..
As i read this i laughed, thinking of Frank Sinatra and his "doobey doobey doooo". But ever since then, its clung on to me, my mind, for a while until i understood the actual 'philosophy' behind it.Its quite true and pretty simple to understand.Its something that none of us can deny and something which none of us can escape.Its true isn't it that all of us are here for a purpose,first we find the purpose and then work towards achieving it.All of us exist to do something , even even if you argue in support of the useless and those who can do nothing, i'd say you have to 'be' useless to be able to 'do' nothing!But this is not really true of anyone of us , all of us are the unlucky souls "blessed" to be able to do something! It'd would be a huge honour for me i know, to meet someone as worthless as one can be!They're a rare species though, but if earth's lucky and we're lucky , maybe there still exists someone of that kind. Its so easy to just say "Am jobless, i have nothing to do!" But we never really find ourselves say the actual thing "Am useless, i have nothing to do!"-this is a statement true to itself.
You must have noticed why it isn't possible to interchange the lines quoted above, its as simple as simple can get. One must exist first to do, were not talking about the immortals, am talking about the mortals like you and me.You'd agree with me on that i suppose.Talking in general , when we cease to exist we automatically cease from doing, leave aside all emotional and psychological factors therefater.
"Been there, done that!"-we hear people say that as a momentary statement, maybe all the souls departed, scream aloud those exact same words,leaving aside the levels of worthiness/unworthiness in their actions.The point is they've 'be'-en and 'do'-ne it!
Sometimes somethings appear to be so hard (like shakespeare's writings) but you wake up one day only to realise that those were the most simplest things that you 'ceased' to understand . The joy of realisation is beyond everything, it is the only most frightening thing that one can rejoice at.Live everyday like there will be no other day as today, as tomorrow, as ever!
Sunday, April 08, 2007
yappy dabby dooooo!
yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee am going to be 18 so now i can oficially
1)DRIVE(ahan!)
2)CONSUME ALCOHOL (still shall be socially though)
3)VOTE (mmmmmmm..interesting..ill get one of those black spots on my index finger)
and well some things just get better/worse with time..........
1)probably go more cranky
2)act a little 'more' responsible (hey you! stop acting funny..and learn to obey your elders) *khekhekheee*
3)be far more independent (shall celebrate 15 august in full spirit :) )
4)go wild whenever i want to..
5)smoke and play with the puff ..hehe
6)drink and pass out..talk and preach philosophy then..
7)scream at waiters in restaurants for dereliction of duty (just did it recently!)
8)go to the broken bridge and lay there for hours....
9)laugh more..hahahaha
10)listen to more of country music
11)from v.p.j's to v.v.p.j's (remember the mushroom one ?!?!)
12)and go to te highest point in the city and shout my heart out
" AM F*$%@& EIGHTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN"
ha!
1)DRIVE(ahan!)
2)CONSUME ALCOHOL (still shall be socially though)
3)VOTE (mmmmmmm..interesting..ill get one of those black spots on my index finger)
and well some things just get better/worse with time..........
1)probably go more cranky
2)act a little 'more' responsible (hey you! stop acting funny..and learn to obey your elders) *khekhekheee*
3)be far more independent (shall celebrate 15 august in full spirit :) )
4)go wild whenever i want to..
5)smoke and play with the puff ..hehe
6)drink and pass out..talk and preach philosophy then..
7)scream at waiters in restaurants for dereliction of duty (just did it recently!)
8)go to the broken bridge and lay there for hours....
9)laugh more..hahahaha
10)listen to more of country music
11)from v.p.j's to v.v.p.j's (remember the mushroom one ?!?!)
12)and go to te highest point in the city and shout my heart out
" AM F*$%@& EIGHTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN"
ha!
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
whose the man ...HE IS! (sooper dooper khaptain and introducing BALAYYA)
When i saw this i think i lost my screws!
BRAVO! BRAVO!
BRAVO! BRAVO!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
shwwwoooosh...........
He gave her one last filthy look and walked away. She stood there, expressionless , looking at him walk away into the darkness. She felt her soul losing grip and her face suddenly turned pale against the bitter coldness of that night.In the stillness of that moment, there was this sudden air of uneasiness , almost hard to breathe,but she smiled as sweetly as ever,the diamonds around her neck sparkled across her eyes, her lovely floaty red gown that wrapped her body so beautifully flew across the pale background of the sky,her arms wide open, she was falling into the arms of the green earth below her, the starry sky above her , suddenly turned gloomy. She was falling every second, closer and closer to the ground beneath her feet...........
He reached the end of the corridor, it was the 30th floor of the most extravagant hotel in LA, Monte Carlo. He didn't turn back even once to look her in the eye for the last time ever.He walked staright into the bar on the 5th floor and ordered the usual , gin with tonic water, 3 large.As he sipped , suddenly he felt his heart beat harder, it felt almost as if someone was hammering it,harder and harder by the beat. Sweat trickled slowly from the corners of his forehead, he could feel it trickle down his muscular body, every part of his body was oozing with agony. He felt his vision blur just after one drink, which was most unusual as he was a man of resistance. He gave up almost instantly . Dropped off his stool , the tall glass fell from his hands, his eyes withdrew............
She lay on the ground in a pool of blood ,the beautiful green of the earth was sullied by her cold blood. Her angelic eyes stared straight into the sky, the sky was now turning darker but still remained starry. She lay like an angel ,waiting to be carried far, far away and never to return back. Her face glimmered , her lips were still rosy and her mouth bared a broken smile.Her arms were still wide open, inviting anyone to simply fall into and be lost forever. But slowly by the minute her body dissolved , just like the sugar that makes its presence felt with its taste, her soul lingered...........
The next morning her body was found and the news of her death, left him unperturbed. He checked out of the hotel that same morning she was to be buried......
Back home in Alabama, he had moved on ofcourse. But he shivered every night , he could feel her existence, something told him that she was not dead. He saw her in his dreams, her broken smile, her gloomy eyes , all of them said something to him,something he could not decipher or didn't quite care to when she was alive. He felt her body against his many a times , her same old touch, the touch that made him fall for her.Now, he felt tortured.......
He refused to visit her grave. He was disgusted by her touch, her thought .He made every effort to keep her out of his mind, body and soul. He failed. She haunted him every night, reminding him of the worthy and unworthy times, begging him to forgive her if she'd hurt him and asking him to reunite with her. He refused to sleep now and felt himself going mad, he felt caged and was in this desperate need to be freed ..........she still held him..............
It was snowing that night, he looked out of the window, scratched his head a little and then ran his hand through his beard...he felt the need to shave but didn't quite bother anymore, he happily sipped on his gin with tonic water. He drank heavily and had even taken to smoking , couldn't do without his Tijuana smalls anymore ...and that's how he had been living for almost 2 years now.......the apprehensive way...........
Its been almost 35 years now, 35 dark years would be more appropriate. The sunlight streamed through his dusty windows lighting up the dust, something like the tyndall effect.It warmed his old wrinkled back through his crisp white robes.Suddenly he burst out into tears, he cried, 'twas like the burden of the past was flooding out of his soul, he cried louder and harder. His eyes felt pain and his chest ached....he spat blood.......he could picture her in that cadaverous red gown she wore that fateful night .......
His body was found the next morning , in the most awkward position, his extinguished cigarette lay in between his cold fingers and his gin poured out all over the floor.He was covered in blood and his eyes .............his eyes ,were shut........
His radio was however found to be turned on and in the doldrums of that morning, Sinatra sang ...strangers in the niiiiiight, exchanging glances,strangers in the niiiiiiight........dooby dooby dooo..do dooby da da deee.......
He reached the end of the corridor, it was the 30th floor of the most extravagant hotel in LA, Monte Carlo. He didn't turn back even once to look her in the eye for the last time ever.He walked staright into the bar on the 5th floor and ordered the usual , gin with tonic water, 3 large.As he sipped , suddenly he felt his heart beat harder, it felt almost as if someone was hammering it,harder and harder by the beat. Sweat trickled slowly from the corners of his forehead, he could feel it trickle down his muscular body, every part of his body was oozing with agony. He felt his vision blur just after one drink, which was most unusual as he was a man of resistance. He gave up almost instantly . Dropped off his stool , the tall glass fell from his hands, his eyes withdrew............
She lay on the ground in a pool of blood ,the beautiful green of the earth was sullied by her cold blood. Her angelic eyes stared straight into the sky, the sky was now turning darker but still remained starry. She lay like an angel ,waiting to be carried far, far away and never to return back. Her face glimmered , her lips were still rosy and her mouth bared a broken smile.Her arms were still wide open, inviting anyone to simply fall into and be lost forever. But slowly by the minute her body dissolved , just like the sugar that makes its presence felt with its taste, her soul lingered...........
The next morning her body was found and the news of her death, left him unperturbed. He checked out of the hotel that same morning she was to be buried......
Back home in Alabama, he had moved on ofcourse. But he shivered every night , he could feel her existence, something told him that she was not dead. He saw her in his dreams, her broken smile, her gloomy eyes , all of them said something to him,something he could not decipher or didn't quite care to when she was alive. He felt her body against his many a times , her same old touch, the touch that made him fall for her.Now, he felt tortured.......
He refused to visit her grave. He was disgusted by her touch, her thought .He made every effort to keep her out of his mind, body and soul. He failed. She haunted him every night, reminding him of the worthy and unworthy times, begging him to forgive her if she'd hurt him and asking him to reunite with her. He refused to sleep now and felt himself going mad, he felt caged and was in this desperate need to be freed ..........she still held him..............
It was snowing that night, he looked out of the window, scratched his head a little and then ran his hand through his beard...he felt the need to shave but didn't quite bother anymore, he happily sipped on his gin with tonic water. He drank heavily and had even taken to smoking , couldn't do without his Tijuana smalls anymore ...and that's how he had been living for almost 2 years now.......the apprehensive way...........
Its been almost 35 years now, 35 dark years would be more appropriate. The sunlight streamed through his dusty windows lighting up the dust, something like the tyndall effect.It warmed his old wrinkled back through his crisp white robes.Suddenly he burst out into tears, he cried, 'twas like the burden of the past was flooding out of his soul, he cried louder and harder. His eyes felt pain and his chest ached....he spat blood.......he could picture her in that cadaverous red gown she wore that fateful night .......
His body was found the next morning , in the most awkward position, his extinguished cigarette lay in between his cold fingers and his gin poured out all over the floor.He was covered in blood and his eyes .............his eyes ,were shut........
His radio was however found to be turned on and in the doldrums of that morning, Sinatra sang ...strangers in the niiiiiight, exchanging glances,strangers in the niiiiiiight........dooby dooby dooo..do dooby da da deee.......
Friday, March 16, 2007
nuovo aspetto :)
finally my blog's got the "juniper-y" look ....yey!..
thank you mr.webber!
(hope you guys like it)
thank you mr.webber!
(hope you guys like it)
Sunday, March 11, 2007
anonymous
Two hours had passed by already and my eyes were still fixed on him. I stared so hard that i don't remember blinking even once! His soft white,radiant skin glowed like the moon on a full moon night; his eyes concentrating hard on this beautifully crafted instrument and his fingers caressed those smooth strings almost as if he was making love .His black suit and shiny "cherryblossomed" shoes made just the right match.Everything about this man was perfect, perfect from head to toe he was.Yes,i had found the perfect man.Suddenly i noticed him looking at me, he smiled shyly and then turned away.I was still staring.It was almost 3 hours now and suddenly I realised that everyone around me had left,except that one man and a few other mates of his,they seemed to be packing some stuff in a hurry.He turned around and was quite surprised to see me sitting alone, now i could see him come closer to me,slowly one step at a time,closer and closer. I could hear my heart beat so loud that i thought it would pop out any minute! He was there standing right in front of me and for the first time in those three hours i took my eyes off him......
He sat beside me and asked me softly " ma'am are you waiting for someone?" This did it,all i wanted to tell him that it was he who i was waiting for almost 2 years now and it was only he who i had thought of in those 2 years .Suddenly i sprang out of my emotions ,though forcibly,and hesitating a little ,i replied "oh! thank you, i'm fine. ermmm...if you don't mind could i get an autograph of yours,please?" he brightly said "ah! why not,sure , ofcourse !" as i gave him my autograph book , i felt his hand ,soft as silk and quite seducing, i got carried away for a lil' bit. He quickly signed it, i smiled ,saying a courteous thank you and parted....
As i walked along the pavement that day , not realising where i wanted to go, he still conquered my mind ! I, as usual got lost in my thoughts, well at least it was the safest place to get lost in, i knew he was penned down by God somewhere in my life, i kept walking hoping that this wasn't the last time we'd be meeting. That night i couldn't sleep , his flattering smile and his undoubted grace and charm kept me awake all night. The next morning as i read the daily, my eyes dropped suddenly as i read those words ,bold and loud,like little black ants ,they came crawling out,biting me all over,mercilessly. Yes, he was getting married to his childhood friend,Dorothy. My eyes weeped and weeped endlessly like the waterfalls ,outburst! Everyday i'd tell myself that it was all over and that God had played havoc with my life. In the night's silence , i still weeped........
Its been almost 20 years since then, well, i wouldn't be completely honest if i said that i'd cut him out of my life forever (well, it sure is not as simple as plucking your waste,dry,dull hair out) i still thought of him sometimes and over the years i had just settled with the truth,the bitter truth, but still the truth nevertheless....... the truth that he was not mine! But you know how sometimes one can find an entrancing pleasure in a moment's solitude, well he had given me something so priceless..... he gave me memories, the most wonderful days of my life! I still remember how i stood in those never-ending queues just so i could get a glimpse of him and let that sweet melody seduce me, sweep me off my feet,simply just like that. Well all i have to say is , love ya Clapton!
NOTE:the characters in the above post are purely fictional, any resemblance to a person,either living or dead is purely co-incidental.
ps:Sir, incase u visit my blog,do leave me an autograph =)
He sat beside me and asked me softly " ma'am are you waiting for someone?" This did it,all i wanted to tell him that it was he who i was waiting for almost 2 years now and it was only he who i had thought of in those 2 years .Suddenly i sprang out of my emotions ,though forcibly,and hesitating a little ,i replied "oh! thank you, i'm fine. ermmm...if you don't mind could i get an autograph of yours,please?" he brightly said "ah! why not,sure , ofcourse !" as i gave him my autograph book , i felt his hand ,soft as silk and quite seducing, i got carried away for a lil' bit. He quickly signed it, i smiled ,saying a courteous thank you and parted....
As i walked along the pavement that day , not realising where i wanted to go, he still conquered my mind ! I, as usual got lost in my thoughts, well at least it was the safest place to get lost in, i knew he was penned down by God somewhere in my life, i kept walking hoping that this wasn't the last time we'd be meeting. That night i couldn't sleep , his flattering smile and his undoubted grace and charm kept me awake all night. The next morning as i read the daily, my eyes dropped suddenly as i read those words ,bold and loud,like little black ants ,they came crawling out,biting me all over,mercilessly. Yes, he was getting married to his childhood friend,Dorothy. My eyes weeped and weeped endlessly like the waterfalls ,outburst! Everyday i'd tell myself that it was all over and that God had played havoc with my life. In the night's silence , i still weeped........
Its been almost 20 years since then, well, i wouldn't be completely honest if i said that i'd cut him out of my life forever (well, it sure is not as simple as plucking your waste,dry,dull hair out) i still thought of him sometimes and over the years i had just settled with the truth,the bitter truth, but still the truth nevertheless....... the truth that he was not mine! But you know how sometimes one can find an entrancing pleasure in a moment's solitude, well he had given me something so priceless..... he gave me memories, the most wonderful days of my life! I still remember how i stood in those never-ending queues just so i could get a glimpse of him and let that sweet melody seduce me, sweep me off my feet,simply just like that. Well all i have to say is , love ya Clapton!
NOTE:the characters in the above post are purely fictional, any resemblance to a person,either living or dead is purely co-incidental.
ps:Sir, incase u visit my blog,do leave me an autograph =)
Friday, March 09, 2007
water
you know how you get that feeling ,the one that's full of mixed emotions,the sweet pity that you feel for someone after seeing something so touching..well i felt this way today after seeing a big banner but yet simple and strong cinema! sometimes movies tell you a lot,surprisingly A LOT! it definitely sets you thinking,and to actually make a movie so beautifully on one of the most powerful and confliciting issues of the society,well all i can say is a mammoth task! deepa mehta through water has really set me thinking,whoa! ...that's us in the 18th century ?!?! well i am sure if someone told you about the condition of the widows way back in the 18th century ,in the most gruesome way possible, i'll bet you'll feel pity and disgusted at the max...but nothing like a visual impact..and i think its solely upto the director to make sure you understand what's been portrayed...'Water' is an exquisite drama that works because it encompasses so much in those 2 hours -- life, laughter, tenderness and tragedy. Despite its simplistic plotline, it manages to stir your soul, grip your heart and transport you to an era which many of us haven’t experienced. Also, not once does the film meander into sub-plots or take you away from the core issue. At the same time, it’s not preachy, nor does it get melodramatic. To sum up, 'Water' is a remarkable piece of cinema. It’s a must-see for all those who appreciate qualitative and refined cinema. Without doubt, the final chapter in Deepa Mehta’s trilogy is her best!
ps:do watch it asap,don't think it ll run long
oh and i think seema biswas and the lil' sinhalese girl deserve a mention for their outstanding performance in the movie :)
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
the worst in the history of hollywood i have seen.....after night of the living dead ofcourse!
okay am all happy after my chem exam and jumping with joy on finding out that i was going for a movie and with nicolas cage starring in it ...whoa!...my joy tripled!..so i got to inox with my brother (yeah the only jobless soul around for company..and am talkin good company !)..we had all major plans on buying the 10 rupee ticket and on reaching find out its all sold out...so we wile away some time at landmark..and then ride to sathyam to try our luck there..considering its a week day and there arent many jobless souls like us =) ..so we managed to get the ticket..and just when we thght the tough part was over...bam!...the movie starts and im asleep already.....you know i really haven't seen any kollywood movies but ill tell you this...combining all the tollywood,hollywood and bollywood ive seen in all my life.....this movie ghost rider.....SUCKED!!..whats worse i spent all the hard-earned money (190 bucks)...on it..why nicolas why?????.....okay i love the bikes..but not with a burning skeleton on it...jeez..the english and the accent..pathetic...horrifying my foot ...its not even funny....seriously the only person worth watching was the actress and the trailers they showed in the interval..lol..but theyre not worth 190 either *sob* im telling u ive never walked out of a theater this angry...almost felt like the burning skeleton myself!....and the graphics..cheaper than that splash channel that used to come..bwaaak!....seriously my biggest disappoinment :(ps:NEVER UTTER THE FOLLOWING TWO WORDS : ghost rider
Friday, March 02, 2007
YAAAY :-) AAARGH...BWAH =| (blabber..blabb.bla- part 3)
"hmmm yummy ma! how do u make such yummy food all the time...pasta with insanely tempting cheese..yummmmmmm"...yeah well i had yummmmmy lunch today...my mom just watched me hog on it and said "why wern't u born a italian? you hog italian food like its your staple food..why don't you pounce on gujju food like that?"..am all dazed .....thinking in my mind for the nth time "am i adopted?"...always wondered if i was ...never really been so close to my parents unlike my brother..but ah! well..u know how indifferent some kids are *rolling eyes*......!!!...ive been missing my husky voice that i got complimentary with my cold ..lol..and now its back..YAAAY!..finally got my cold back but this time with the complimentary husky voice... there's a bonus headache..AAARRGHHH....not able to 'njoy the huskiness in my voice....BWAH!..."the substancs that have a net dipole moment show piezoelectricity..blah blah ".....zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz ..a little later...1:30 p.m. "so the piezoelectric materials....blah blah "........ahhh fun chemistry ..had the best half hour sleep...lol..and then the best lunch yey two "best" things happened today....now i am going back to my piezo blah blah ....BUBYEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
here's to all..goodbye and goodluck!
Finally an end of a phase , an 'era' almost with our brilliant batch..wohooooo...its been fun knowing all ,here's to all old and new friends....it's been a pleasure being batchmates....its been wonderful to have all the class unity..to all the good years and good times.....cheers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
hope you had the time of your life..............................this song is dedicated to all ov' you.......Enjoy!
the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXXQK59wD9c
hope you had the time of your life..............................this song is dedicated to all ov' you.......Enjoy!
the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VXXQK59wD9c
Sunday, February 04, 2007
euphoria
Off late i've been living this weird phase..a phase that seems so unreal but yet very real! i havent't felt this "laid-back" ever before..quite relaxed but not sure if it is the right time to be all relaxed when boards are just around the corner! i've been having this urge ,this want and craving for everything/anyhting around me..i seem to be attracted to anything/anyone and everything/everyone around me..i want love,i want music,food ,i want to flirt and i want to own the world!(i also want to be the 'layla' of eric clapton's song =)...just this weird, jumpy feeling and full of excitement feeling..i seem to love all the good things as much as i seem to enjoy all the bad things happening to me...sometimes i just feel its because school life's over and am looking hungrily for what lies ahead! i've been in this great mood for a week now ..been listening to all sorts of songs and have surrendered myself to music!..it's like i've turned to music for support..to bring me up again..to make me "me" again..and to forget this unreal world and live the reality..i want to fall off this cloud no.9 now..its been a great journey....thank you!
Thursday, February 01, 2007
the english talkies
12:02 AM
Brath: hey!
me: hi!
Brath: u know the past few years.... I’ve xperienced the most changes in emotions I’ve loved, I’ve hated, I’ve been angry, sad, happy, ecstatic.....i’ve felt like a schizophrenic!
me: wait I’ve heard this before..lemme guess...the bet by Anton Chekov...ya right! CLASS 12 ENGLISH READER ..god barath I’m going to strangle u someday soon!
Brath : well....looks like your the one whose been with the books!I didn’t know the author’s name till date!
me:well actually, i note down the names of those persons who i would want to kill...Anton Chekov is one of them!
Brath : ..he’s dead!!
me: so I’ll kill him again..and dont give me any bio shit about body decay and blah! even his bones will do or his grave is enough
Brath : interesting... do invite me for the exorcism...
me: no way! You’ll ruin it..you’ll probably go"i have now realised the true essence of living its not just the bones..blah..blah..."
the beginning.......
Brath : lol... u think so......ah well... .u don’t know the real reason y im here in india i killed my civics teacher in the US...that’s y... i was sent back to India...They couldn’t arrest juveniles! got out on $300,000 bail..... she was old enough to die anyway.....then i killed her dog too...didn’t want it to be a witness!
me: well, mrs.thomas cardrew ,your civics teacher i guess and poor pepper!(the dog)
Brath : hey! How’d u guess that...the dog’s name was pepper indeed..was a Dalmatian , I had no choice!
me: it’s because I’m mrs.thomas cardrew's ghost who followed you all the way to india and is now going to kill u after befriending u muahahahha!
Brath : ur still a ghost...a fictional ghost...
me: no I’m trapped in hrushita's body..that’s why she acts so cranky..
Brath : oh... well...btw...ur daughter cecily...damn pretty i tell you... she has your eyes!
me: poor mr.thomas cardrew.. i remember what a hideous death he died at the hands of that bombay circus's joker!..sniff..snif..sob!
Brath : oh... i think u were that joker mrs. cardew...u thought he was cheating on you..while you were actually cheating on him so u killed him....ha!
me: no i was just the girl who sold fresh bread then with mrs.wang and when i met mr.thomas cardrew and we fell in love over fresh bread!
Brath : thats y he's in heaven... and ur a ghost!did you u meet in china?... what a romantic place!
me: nope paris! it was the perfect day..one spring afternoon!
Brath : oh?...very nice... i didnt know mrs. wang went to paris..
me: well she became this world wide renowned ..hmmmm..pastry chef..perfect!
Brath : so u guys had bread beneath the eiffel tower?
me: no,mrs.wang arranged for a boat ride.for the two of us….lovely i say!
Brath : and u married in Notre Dame and had bread for supper I guess!
me: no we left the bread at the circus in the canteen...safe in mrs. wang's hand she had her husband killed and now was suffering to get him out of the purgatory stuupid woman!
Brath:so u must’ve gone to london... for ur honeymoon..great ormond street i suppose?
me: nooooooooo..we went to see mr.thomas cardrew’s house in the countryside..shropshire??
Brath : there too?...whatever happend to miss prism?
me: what a beautiful house, actually more like a palace....oh 'twas perfect ..a dream of every woman ! miss prism, she’s a sweetheart..but a little too annoying ,i must say!
Brath : yes... there are many lovely castles in that region..i jus bought one there recently for a quarter billion!
me: and then thomas showed me his bedroom and ....it had the most perfect tapestry and those satin sheets..ooooo!!
Brath : Yes and the most beautiful gardens..and the fountains!
me: i almost sank in that huge bed of his..
Brath : water bed?
me: lol..well the best part is he allowed me to have that whole bed to myself for as long as i was going to stay there !!ha!
Brath : i prefer water beds anyways... its a whole different world so how long were u there?
me: and then I had breakfast in bed ..lovely marshmallow and nice hot bread ofcourse with some scrambled eggs and orange juice...for a week I guess!
Brath : ah the english breakfast.... i think it is the most luxuriously defined meal in all the land
just a week? u must come to my new castle... it is much technologically improved too... at least from ur times...oh im sorryy.. forgot the fact u were a ghost!
me: the rest is secret which i shall not disclose and now i have to kill u before its time for me to return to heaven..poor hrushita shes suffered enough!
Brath : very well... u can haunt the vast attic..oh poor thee...
i shall use my talisman tomorrow on her... so that u may not take her again ..u kill me... did u say.....?
me: indeed!
Brath : u cannot...for i am thy long lost...thomas cardew..yes it is me madeline!!!
me: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!
Brath : yes maddie...
me: where’s vijaykant..the southern spice sooperstar..he has to save me from u!only he can save me now!!
Brath : he cannot save thee from me....
me: yenge ava?
Brath : he's “Only Human”
me: he’s superman of south!
Brath : well... i know where he is…. he's in my dungeons...i knew he was threat to me..
me: u’re evil u’ve trapped my thomas!
Brath : im a smart thinker madeline
me: no u’re evil genius
Brath : im telling u ... i AM THOMAS IT Is MEEEE!!!!!
me: i want proof!!
Brath : YOU WILL BELIEVE….proof... what do u expect? i have the engagement ring...
u cheapo ..gave me a plastic one.. when i gave u a diamond one!
me: thats not plastic and mrs.wang told me it was the most precious..i never bought it…. what do i know!
Brath : seee.... u didnt even buy it!!... jus gave me sum crap a old lady gave u...wht kind of love was tht!?!
me: true and pure i say .. u’re not my thomas.....i can tell he would neve rbe rude to me
Brath : indeed rude... y ... my darlin i jus gave u proof of our lovely little ring...
i hav kept it for sooo long... :)
me: show me…. ……………………………
………………..the meaning of being lonely……….ting ting ting....that was thomas's fav song.....sob.
Brath : ‘cause u left ME!!!! That’s y i was lonely...
me: if u were thomas u would’ve found me ages back....and stopped me from haunting this poor little girl's body!
Brath : i never understood y though
me: now i will never be able to frogive myself..noooooooo!
Brath : i was in heaven doing service to zeus
me: say what?
Brath : yes it’s true, he wouldnt let me free! Heaven’s worse than hell...
me: if u were thomas u'd show him that knife and get away!
Brath :: he is GOD Madeline... im just thomas
me: thomas knows no god...he was MY GOD!
Brath : I am?? u shldve told me before...
me: sorry but thomas knew ..........i think so! okay i have the final test....if u know the answer to this u pass !when was the last time thomas sang "no woman no cry" to me and i beat him up for that?
Brath :: before i died...u beat me to death
me: oh....u r thomas!!!! my very own thomas!!!
Brath :: indeed maddiee....im comingg....!!!!
me: now we shall unite in heaven..and kill zeus so we can take over
and leave this poor soul to rest in peace..!
Brath : im afraid ive already taken care of that..and i shall leave B'rath as well.. thank you for reuniting us!
the end ofcourse.........
12:42 AM
Brath : uh.......hi hrushita!!
me: hello 'ssup?
Brath : i had the strangest dream!! u wuldnt belive it!
me: me too it had mrs.wang and others..seems like english has haunted me
Brath : mee tooo must’ve been the vodka ..
me: was the gin here with a dash of lime!!..LOL
Brath: hey!
me: hi!
Brath: u know the past few years.... I’ve xperienced the most changes in emotions I’ve loved, I’ve hated, I’ve been angry, sad, happy, ecstatic.....i’ve felt like a schizophrenic!
me: wait I’ve heard this before..lemme guess...the bet by Anton Chekov...ya right! CLASS 12 ENGLISH READER ..god barath I’m going to strangle u someday soon!
Brath : well....looks like your the one whose been with the books!I didn’t know the author’s name till date!
me:well actually, i note down the names of those persons who i would want to kill...Anton Chekov is one of them!
Brath : ..he’s dead!!
me: so I’ll kill him again..and dont give me any bio shit about body decay and blah! even his bones will do or his grave is enough
Brath : interesting... do invite me for the exorcism...
me: no way! You’ll ruin it..you’ll probably go"i have now realised the true essence of living its not just the bones..blah..blah..."
the beginning.......
Brath : lol... u think so......ah well... .u don’t know the real reason y im here in india i killed my civics teacher in the US...that’s y... i was sent back to India...They couldn’t arrest juveniles! got out on $300,000 bail..... she was old enough to die anyway.....then i killed her dog too...didn’t want it to be a witness!
me: well, mrs.thomas cardrew ,your civics teacher i guess and poor pepper!(the dog)
Brath : hey! How’d u guess that...the dog’s name was pepper indeed..was a Dalmatian , I had no choice!
me: it’s because I’m mrs.thomas cardrew's ghost who followed you all the way to india and is now going to kill u after befriending u muahahahha!
Brath : ur still a ghost...a fictional ghost...
me: no I’m trapped in hrushita's body..that’s why she acts so cranky..
Brath : oh... well...btw...ur daughter cecily...damn pretty i tell you... she has your eyes!
me: poor mr.thomas cardrew.. i remember what a hideous death he died at the hands of that bombay circus's joker!..sniff..snif..sob!
Brath : oh... i think u were that joker mrs. cardew...u thought he was cheating on you..while you were actually cheating on him so u killed him....ha!
me: no i was just the girl who sold fresh bread then with mrs.wang and when i met mr.thomas cardrew and we fell in love over fresh bread!
Brath : thats y he's in heaven... and ur a ghost!did you u meet in china?... what a romantic place!
me: nope paris! it was the perfect day..one spring afternoon!
Brath : oh?...very nice... i didnt know mrs. wang went to paris..
me: well she became this world wide renowned ..hmmmm..pastry chef..perfect!
Brath : so u guys had bread beneath the eiffel tower?
me: no,mrs.wang arranged for a boat ride.for the two of us….lovely i say!
Brath : and u married in Notre Dame and had bread for supper I guess!
me: no we left the bread at the circus in the canteen...safe in mrs. wang's hand she had her husband killed and now was suffering to get him out of the purgatory stuupid woman!
Brath:so u must’ve gone to london... for ur honeymoon..great ormond street i suppose?
me: nooooooooo..we went to see mr.thomas cardrew’s house in the countryside..shropshire??
Brath : there too?...whatever happend to miss prism?
me: what a beautiful house, actually more like a palace....oh 'twas perfect ..a dream of every woman ! miss prism, she’s a sweetheart..but a little too annoying ,i must say!
Brath : yes... there are many lovely castles in that region..i jus bought one there recently for a quarter billion!
me: and then thomas showed me his bedroom and ....it had the most perfect tapestry and those satin sheets..ooooo!!
Brath : Yes and the most beautiful gardens..and the fountains!
me: i almost sank in that huge bed of his..
Brath : water bed?
me: lol..well the best part is he allowed me to have that whole bed to myself for as long as i was going to stay there !!ha!
Brath : i prefer water beds anyways... its a whole different world so how long were u there?
me: and then I had breakfast in bed ..lovely marshmallow and nice hot bread ofcourse with some scrambled eggs and orange juice...for a week I guess!
Brath : ah the english breakfast.... i think it is the most luxuriously defined meal in all the land
just a week? u must come to my new castle... it is much technologically improved too... at least from ur times...oh im sorryy.. forgot the fact u were a ghost!
me: the rest is secret which i shall not disclose and now i have to kill u before its time for me to return to heaven..poor hrushita shes suffered enough!
Brath : very well... u can haunt the vast attic..oh poor thee...
i shall use my talisman tomorrow on her... so that u may not take her again ..u kill me... did u say.....?
me: indeed!
Brath : u cannot...for i am thy long lost...thomas cardew..yes it is me madeline!!!
me: noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!
Brath : yes maddie...
me: where’s vijaykant..the southern spice sooperstar..he has to save me from u!only he can save me now!!
Brath : he cannot save thee from me....
me: yenge ava?
Brath : he's “Only Human”
me: he’s superman of south!
Brath : well... i know where he is…. he's in my dungeons...i knew he was threat to me..
me: u’re evil u’ve trapped my thomas!
Brath : im a smart thinker madeline
me: no u’re evil genius
Brath : im telling u ... i AM THOMAS IT Is MEEEE!!!!!
me: i want proof!!
Brath : YOU WILL BELIEVE….proof... what do u expect? i have the engagement ring...
u cheapo ..gave me a plastic one.. when i gave u a diamond one!
me: thats not plastic and mrs.wang told me it was the most precious..i never bought it…. what do i know!
Brath : seee.... u didnt even buy it!!... jus gave me sum crap a old lady gave u...wht kind of love was tht!?!
me: true and pure i say .. u’re not my thomas.....i can tell he would neve rbe rude to me
Brath : indeed rude... y ... my darlin i jus gave u proof of our lovely little ring...
i hav kept it for sooo long... :)
me: show me…. ……………………………
………………..the meaning of being lonely……….ting ting ting....that was thomas's fav song.....sob.
Brath : ‘cause u left ME!!!! That’s y i was lonely...
me: if u were thomas u would’ve found me ages back....and stopped me from haunting this poor little girl's body!
Brath : i never understood y though
me: now i will never be able to frogive myself..noooooooo!
Brath : i was in heaven doing service to zeus
me: say what?
Brath : yes it’s true, he wouldnt let me free! Heaven’s worse than hell...
me: if u were thomas u'd show him that knife and get away!
Brath :: he is GOD Madeline... im just thomas
me: thomas knows no god...he was MY GOD!
Brath : I am?? u shldve told me before...
me: sorry but thomas knew ..........i think so! okay i have the final test....if u know the answer to this u pass !when was the last time thomas sang "no woman no cry" to me and i beat him up for that?
Brath :: before i died...u beat me to death
me: oh....u r thomas!!!! my very own thomas!!!
Brath :: indeed maddiee....im comingg....!!!!
me: now we shall unite in heaven..and kill zeus so we can take over
and leave this poor soul to rest in peace..!
Brath : im afraid ive already taken care of that..and i shall leave B'rath as well.. thank you for reuniting us!
the end ofcourse.........
12:42 AM
Brath : uh.......hi hrushita!!
me: hello 'ssup?
Brath : i had the strangest dream!! u wuldnt belive it!
me: me too it had mrs.wang and others..seems like english has haunted me
Brath : mee tooo must’ve been the vodka ..
me: was the gin here with a dash of lime!!..LOL
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
T.O.M.I.D.A.C.H.I.N.I.
my food buddy! (always hunting for my food)
hmm..atul ..10th topper...great guy...loves food as much as he loves talking about it...a very 'braceful' smile he's got! .....thanks for being a great tomidachi !
hmm..atul ..10th topper...great guy...loves food as much as he loves talking about it...a very 'braceful' smile he's got! .....thanks for being a great tomidachi !
khana bhalo bashi(he loves food)
but not his first love i can say!..a great happy-go-lucky bengali babu..plays some super guitar..and my to-be financer for my to-be restaurant in future...at it boy!
b-rat as i always call him and will for he is a brat!..a brainy guy whose fav phrase is "i got 99 in this and that,in this and that"....but nevertheless a fun chap..as i put it a great tomidachi!
dhanuuu..the 'cheeky' boy!..mallu sweetheart and yea my 'brueey-mate'...a great guy..full of life and when i say life i mean philosophies of life!..yup he's a man looking for something..something even he deosnt know..and whne he's tired of knowing what it is he'll watch scrubs!..hehe..my bugs bunny model!!..
wondering why this weird angle for this girl?..well meet my weirdest of all friends krithika...she's a total whacko and great fun!makes me do crazy things and makes me like it after having done them...but i'll always hate korean food ......and you keep that smile on forever!!
that's kika!..a radiant smile and the sweetheart!a louly friend with a louly smile and happy moods!abzolute nut at times i say..but all the more fun then!..love ya!
thats srishti ..jumpy and joyous..can shriek her guts out...and scream so loud that her vocal chords would shiver with fright!...lol..a nice friend..fun to hang out with and a makeover machine!..be the same but scream a lil' less!
triqqy boy!a very tricky boy indeed..a goooood sense of humour and total fun i say ...a fandaastick baay and soooper computer genius!thanks for being a great friend , a.k.a, tomidachi!
gopi..he's created problems for me at g.l.b!..lol..sooper fun fella and a great guy amazing basketball player ..a littil show off but its vokay!..loves gobi pakoda and always asks for treat!..... keep smiling ra!
the trio!..ah its been lovely 15 years of schooling and you guys have been a great support!..all
the good ,bad and ugly times shall remain in our memories!........theres just too much to say and to shorten it...i'll just say this..love you!
Monday, January 29, 2007
karaoke!!!...Cancion Del Mariachi (Morena De Mi Corazon)
try singing along..it's fun!!
Soy un hombre muy honrado, (i am an honerable man )
Que me gusta lo mejor (and i like the same )
A mujeres no me faltan, (i am in no need of women )
Ni al dinero, ni el amor (nor of money or love )
En mi caballo (on my horse )
Por la sierra yo me voy (to the mountain range i go )
Las estrellas y la luna (the stars and the moon )
Ellas me dicen donde voy (tell me where i am going )
Ay, ay, ay, ay ................................
Ay, ay mi amor (ay... my love )
Ay mi morena, (ay my colored woman )
De mi corazon (of my heart )
Me gusta tocar guitarra( i like to play the guitar )
Me gusta cantar el sol( i like to sing the "song" )
Mariachi me acompana( mariachi acompany me )
Quando canto my cancion (when i sing my song )
Me gustan tomar mis copas (i like to drink my cups )
Aguardiente es lo mejor (brandy is the best )
Tanbien la tequilla blanca (as well the white tequilla )
Con su sal le da sabor (with the good taste salt gives it )
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay mi amor
Ay mi morena,
De mi corazon
Me gusta tocar guitarra
Me gusta cantar el sol
Mariachi me acompana
Quando canto my cancion
Me gustan tomar mis copas
Aguardiente es lo mejor
Tanbien la tequilla blanca
Con su sal le da sabor
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay mi amor
Ay mi morena,
De mi corazon
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay mi amor
Ay mi morena,
De mi corazon
song by---LOS LOBOS (desperado-soundtrack)
Que me gusta lo mejor (and i like the same )
A mujeres no me faltan, (i am in no need of women )
Ni al dinero, ni el amor (nor of money or love )
En mi caballo (on my horse )
Por la sierra yo me voy (to the mountain range i go )
Las estrellas y la luna (the stars and the moon )
Ellas me dicen donde voy (tell me where i am going )
Ay, ay, ay, ay ................................
Ay, ay mi amor (ay... my love )
Ay mi morena, (ay my colored woman )
De mi corazon (of my heart )
Me gusta tocar guitarra( i like to play the guitar )
Me gusta cantar el sol( i like to sing the "song" )
Mariachi me acompana( mariachi acompany me )
Quando canto my cancion (when i sing my song )
Me gustan tomar mis copas (i like to drink my cups )
Aguardiente es lo mejor (brandy is the best )
Tanbien la tequilla blanca (as well the white tequilla )
Con su sal le da sabor (with the good taste salt gives it )
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay mi amor
Ay mi morena,
De mi corazon
Me gusta tocar guitarra
Me gusta cantar el sol
Mariachi me acompana
Quando canto my cancion
Me gustan tomar mis copas
Aguardiente es lo mejor
Tanbien la tequilla blanca
Con su sal le da sabor
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay mi amor
Ay mi morena,
De mi corazon
Ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay mi amor
Ay mi morena,
De mi corazon
song by---LOS LOBOS (desperado-soundtrack)
Sunday, January 28, 2007
"she's looking for something she's never going to find"
Aren't we all looking for something, inspite of knowing ,somewhere deep down ,the very fact that we'll never find it or even get close to?well it's funny you know the world of the mad,only more sophisticated to say "the world of the schizophrenic"...its not as scary as the word sounds!when u've actually seen one..one look and you'll probably think to yourself "she's perfectly fine i could love her just as much..she's purrfect"..but there are some instances that make one shiver with fright,and some which could be very traumatic...its not as easy as you think it is to love someone whose not living in the same world as you are...they have a world of their own..and a world that is quite alive to them as ours is to us!...pretty amusing when you hear someone say "i have 5 children and my husband Joy deep roy (a.k.a Jojo) is waiting for me in Baghdad ..he works for saddam and was the prime minister of Shikhakai"...when you actually try to relate something to what they say..you'll be surprised to realise that it makes the most sense!schizophrenia is incurable almost and to see someone suffer and cry over losing something that they never had or owned..knowing their past..knowing them how they were ..knowing them as someone so happy before .....is the most one can ever feel sad and pathetic about! they live a dream..a dream that just seems so realistic to them ...they get carried away with it..even the people living with them get carried away and then one day..this dream ..simply..and slowly .............................. dissolves!
(article inspired by aparna sen's 15 park avenue)
(article inspired by aparna sen's 15 park avenue)
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